A/N: So who saw the Grey's finale? It had me on the edge the ENTIRE time, dude! Anyways, here is the second part to the last chapter, and I hope I wrote everyone okay. I hope I did all of the characters justice. And I HOPE you enjoy this! The beginning of this is just showing how everyone reacted before and after the announcement over the intercom.

Chapter Ten: Learn to Keep Your Mouth Shut

"Bambi!"

George heard the nickname that Cristina had given him freshman year (the nickname he hated) being called by Alex. George didn't like gym class, not only because he had to be in a small building with the guy who broke his best friend, but because he had no one to talk to. The only people who knew in gym Alex and Owen. He never really talked to Owen, and he didn't want to talk to Alex.

George looked at Alex from the bench on the sideline of the basketball court, "Could you throw us a ball?" Alex asked, holding both hands out ready to catch a basketball.

George didn't say anything, he just reached over to grab a ball from the rack and threw it in his direction. Alex and Owen started their one on one game while George crossed his arms over his chest and listened to the squeak of tennis shoes and the bounce of basketballs on the floor.

Owen picked up on the look of boredom taking over George's expression, "Hey, O'Malley. You wanna join us?" He asked, trying to be friendly.

"Yeah right," Alex scoffed with a smug look on his face, "He'd get his ass kicked."

George's eyes narrowed in Alex's direction, then he brought his attention back to Owen, "No thanks. I'm good."

"You sure?" Owen asked.

"He's sure," Alex said, slapping the basketball from Owen's grasp then shooting it straight into the basket. That was when this was announced: "Teachers, please keep all of your student away from the windows and the doors. No one is to leave out into the hall, no one is to leave class period. I repeat, keep away from all of the windows and the doors - we are under lockdown."

"What the hell?" Alex's face twisted.

"Wonder what's up," Owen said.

George took his cell phone from his pocket and texted the person at the top of his contact list, which happened to be Cristina; maybe she knew what was going on. Somehow, Cristina knew everything.

"I'll be right back," Arizona said to Callie and Mark who sat in the desks around her. She needed an excuse to get away from the awkward vibe she felt coming from Callie, and going to the bathroom was the perfect excuse, for right now anyway. Arizona headed up to the Pre Calc teacher's desk who let her go to the restroom.

"Alright, Callie," Mark paused once Arizona left the room, "What's going on between you and dimples?"

"She broke up with me," Callie replied with a scornful look on her face, "I don't even know if we were together or not, but all I know is, she doesn't want to date me anymore."

"Why not?" Mark asked curiously.

"Because, apparently she doesn't go out with lesbians in training."

"Lesbians in training?" Mark cocked an eyebrow and Callie rolled her eyes at the look on his face.

"Shut up," she paused, "Anyway, she wants to be friends and I can't do that. I'm trying to do that, but every time I look at her…" a sigh pushed passed her lips, "I can't just be her friend."

"Teachers, please keep all of your student away from the windows and the doors. No one is to leave out into the hall, no one is to leave class period. I repeat, keep away from all of the windows and the doors - we are under lockdown."

Arizona heard the announcement while thinking deeply about whether or not to give Callie a chance as her girlfriend. She stared into the mirror, not really looking at herself. She didn't know what to do. The last time she gave someone like Callie a chance, she ended up getting her heart torn apart. She didn't want that to happen again.

But after the announcement, Arizona started to get a little worried. She headed for the bathroom door (the girls bathroom is right next to the drama class) and when she opened it, she noticed the drama teacher standing outside of it with a horrified look upon her face, "Robbins, I need you to go back into that bathroom, and do not come out."

"Mrs. Freedman, what's going on?" Arizona asked with concern.

"Just stay in the bathroom," she said, pushing the blonde back inside and shutting the door. Arizona did as she was told, but was beyond confused, and worried, and scared. She leaned against the bathroom wall, listening to what was going on.

Izzie was so scared that she couldn't move. She felt the adrenaline rushing through her veins and her heart was beating so quickly that she couldn't breathe. Cristina felt the same way, and the vibration going off in her pocket almost made her jump out of her chair. She pulled her phone from her pocket and read the text that George had sent her: 'Do you know what's going on?'

Cristina didn't hesitate to text back: 'George, Ingrid has a gun. She's got us held hostage, this chick has seriously lost her mi…' But her furious fingers came to a halt when she heard her name.

"Cristina," Inrgid said calmly, tears still streaming down her face. Cristina looked up slowly from her screen to find the gun pointed in her direction again, "Put the phone down."

Cristina froze up, she couldn't take her eyes away from the gun. "I SAID PUT THE PHONE DOWN!" Ingrid snapped, sending Cristina into action. He quickly pressed the send button, setting her phone down in the surface of the table in the process, "Everyone… take out your phones and set them on the table."

Mrs. Freedman knocked on the window to the classroom as everyone did as Ingrid told them to. The gun went from Cristina to Mrs. Freedman through the window, "Ingrid," the teacher said in a calm tone, the sound muffled because of the glass, "Put the gun down. You don't want to hurt anybody. You don't want to hurt your classmates," she said, trying to convince her student. But it didn't work, it only made Ingrid more upset.

"Why not?" the girl sobbed, "They hurt me all the time. They tease me, they call me names. I'm not going to sit around and let that happen anymore. It's time to get my revenge on each and every one of them, starting with you…" she said as she pointed the gun back in Cristina's direction, "You think you're so funny with your tampon jokes. And everyone laughs at what you say, but today that's gonna change. I'm gonna be the one that laughs this time." the gun was shaking in her hand, and Cristina felt tears begin to prick at her eyes.

"I'm sorry," Cristina was finally able to say. Her tone was shaky, quiet.

"Stay away from the window!" Mr. Emerson shouted as Meredith and Addison peeked through the glass.

"She's pointing the gun at someone! I need to know who she's pointing the gun at!" Meredith had already begun to freak out. The tears were going down her cheeks, and Addison grab her with both hands at her upper arms, "Meredith, come on. You gotta get away from the window," Addison said quietly.

"No! Let me go," Meredith snapped, yanking her arms away.

"Meredith," Derek said, walking up behind his girlfriend, "Come here, there's nothing you can do. They are going to be fine. Your friends, your sister's gonna be fine," Derek didn't know if this was the truth or not, but he needed to comfort Meredith.

Meredith stayed at the window for a few moments longer before she felt Derek's hand take a hold of hers. As much as Meredith didn't want to move away from the window, she forced herself to anyway. She turned, planting her face into Derek's chest. He moved her away from the window, placing a gentle hand on the back of Meredith's head.

"God," Addison let out an exasperated sigh, sitting in the desk next to Teddy's, "This is a mess, isn't it."

Teddy had tears in her eyes, and she looked down at the surface of her desk as she spoke, "Cristina might die. But, she can't die," she paused, and Addison's expression turned into a softer one as the blonde continued, "Owen. I love Owen, and Owen loves Cristina. If Cristina dies then… Owen will be…" she held back tears before continuing, not wanting to break down. She sucked them back and looked up at Addison, "Cristina can't die."

Alex and Owen continued to play their one on one game of basketball, and George continued to sit sideways on the bench with his knees to his chest. He was ready to go home. He didn't want to be there. His cell phone vibrating against the wood of the bench made his thoughts vanish. He reached forward and checked the message from Cristina, and he was confused at first. He read over it again, making sure he read it right. Ingrid has a gun? Hostage?

His mind started up again. What class does Cristina have? Drama! Izzie has that class this hour! He lifted from his seat instantly, not sure of what to do, because of the lockdown. Crap. What was he gonna do? There was a shooter in Izzie's class, in Cristina's class.

"O'Malley?" Alex's face twisted at the horrified look on George's face, "Dude, what's your deal?"

"Ingrid Pigg," he started, running to the door but the coach stopped him.

"O'Malley! Where do you think you're going? We are under a lockdown."

"Coach," George turned back to him, breathing heavily, "There's a shooter in the school building."

That's when everyone stopped what they were doing.

Arizona heard everything. Of course, she heard Mrs. Freedman better than she could hear what was going on in the classroom next door, but she could still hear. She was scared, even more scared than before. She took her cell phone from her pocket and dialed Callie's number.

Callie felt her phone vibrate, and she looked at the teacher to be sure she wasn't looking before answered her phone, "Arizona, where the hell are you?" she whispered.

"Callie, there's a shooter in the school."

"A what?" Callie said a little louder, a shocked expression filling her face.

"Callie," she heard the teacher call her name, "No cell phones in class." But Callie put a finger up to the teacher, telling her to give her another minute. "Callie Torres, no cell phones!"

"Can you shut up for a second, I can't hear," Callie snapped back at the teacher, and her jaw dropped.

"Callie," Arizona whimpered, "I don't just wanna be your friend. I want you to be my girlfriend. Because I like you more than I've liked anyone, and I think you're good for me. I don't think you'll hurt me; I just wanted to let you know that."

"Arizona, where are you?" Callie asked. Mark leaned in, a look of concern over his face as he listened.

But the teacher yanked Callie's cell phone away from her ear, "You can have this back at the end of the day, and you just bought yourself detention for the rest of the week."

"There's a shooter in the school," Callie looked up at the teacher, whose frown disappeared at that very moment.

"Oh, thank God," Mrs. Freedman said as two police men approached her, "She's in there. She locked the door."

"What's her name?" One of the men asked.

"Ingrid."

"Ingrid," the other one called through the window, "I'm office Daniels. You wanna come out here and just talk this out with us? Just put the gun down, and we can help you," he said calmly.

Ingrid squeezed her eyes closed and shook her head, blocking out everyone's words as she continued to point the gun directly at Cristina.

"Ingrid," Izzie said in a soft tone as she leaned forward, "you don't wanna shoot Cristina. She's not just mean to you, Cristina's mean to everyone."

Cristina shot Izzie a look at practically said: Yeah, thanks, that helps a lot.

"Listen to me, Ingrid. She was even mean to me, but I'm still her friend. Cristina's a person, just like you and just like me… just like everyone else in this room. You don't wanna hurt Cristina."

"Shut up," Ingrid said under her breath, continuing to squeeze her eyes closed.

"Come on," Izzie began to stand from her seat, "Please, just put down the gun and you can walk out of here guilt free. You don't want to hurt anybody. You don't want to become to people that hurt you, and you don't want to sink to their level."

"I said shut up," Ingrid said a little louder this time, not opening her eyes. The tears were still escaping.

"Please," Izzie continued.

"Izzie," Lexie whispered, looking up at the blonde, wanting her to be quiet before something bad happened.

"Please," Izzie repeated, "We are people too."

"I said shut up!" Ingrid shouted, pointing the gun at Izzie and she didn't even hesitate before she pulled the trigger. Izzie went down to the floor with a thud and everyone screamed.

"Izzie!" Cristina stood from her seat, and another shot was fired. Cristina went down as well. And when Ingrid realized what she had done, she heard the glass to the window break. The officers has busted through and opened the door to the classroom.

Ingrid's feet bolted toward the window to the outside, and she opened it, climbing outside and running as fast as her feet would let her. One officer chased after the crazed teenager, and the other stayed and called back up and an ambulance for the two that were shot.

Okay, so I lied. Seattle Grace Hospital will be featured in the next chapter. I'm still trying to figure stuff out, and how I should actually write the next chapter, lol. Anyway, I'll think of that while I read the reviews you all will give me, *wink*, haha.