Thanks to my betas: Scronkidile and Elodealeaf!

Meredith leaned forward over the steering wheel, trying to see where she was going. "You know, I understand the secrecy, but if I crash straight through the side of the building, it's going to be pointless."

Cristina popped another grape into her mouth. "Stop complaining and drive."

"Why don't you drive?"

Cristina just shrugged and ate another grape.

Lexie laughed quietly at them. She leaned forward over the front arm rest and pointed at a lamp post. "That's the spot. The light is always off there and no one ever patrols over here."

Static boomed from the walkie-talkie sitting on the dashboard.

Medusa, you copy?

Cristina grabbed the walkie-talkie from the dash. "The Robot copies."

Yang, get off the com!

Cristina huffed as she gave Meredith the walkie-talkie. "Bailey is so bossy."

"She is the boss. Sort of." Meredith pressed the button. "This is Medusa speaking."

Grey, keep Yang off this thing. I do not need to listen to her sass.

Cristina frowned. "Bailey's the sassy one. Jeez, she just-"

Anyway, you in position?

"Yes, sir. Just parked."

Good. So did we. Sloan is opening the loading dock door now. Hang tight and keep us updated.

"Roger, Roger." She put the walkie-talkie on the dash and saw Lexie and Cristina looking at her oddly. "What? 'Roger, Roger' is a thing…right?"

Lexie just shrugged and settle farther back into the van. She looked over all the computers that had been set up. She loved that it looked like they were in some sort of cop show. Although, technically they would be the bad guys.

"Move." Cristina pushed her towards the door. "These three are mine; yours are on the other side."

Meredith awkwardly climbed over the armrest and sat in front of her computers. They sat quietly for a moment before Cristina spoke.

"Ugh, I'm bored."

"Um, it's only been five minutes."

"Shut up, Lexipedia. No one asked you."

"Cristina, be nice."

Lexie smiled at Meredith who just nodded.

Another few minutes passed in silence. Suddenly, Lexie noticed something.

"Hey, guys. Derek is on the move. So is Jackson. And Karev."

Calliope looked around the loading dock. There was a semi-truck parked in the far corner and a black van next to it. There was an empty parking spot. She looked towards Mark who was typing in the pass code for the door.

"Hey, whose car is missing?"

He looked at the spot. "Oh that's the Henchmobile." He growled in frustration at the lock.

Arizona smiled. "You call it the Henchmobile?"

"Yeah, it's a car for The Henchmen. Ergo, Henchmobile."

Teddy laughed. "I just like that they call them 'The Henchmen.'"

Addison shrugged. "I mean, we call our militia 'The Girls'."

Arizona and Teddy nodded, seriously. "Yeah. True. Yeah."

Bailey turned to them. "Will you hush? Sloan is having a hard time concentrating. "

"I am not!" Just then the door swung open. "HA!"

The Girls rushed into the next room to start collecting weapons. Calliope looked at the keypad. There was a small red light blinking.

"Hey, Sloan?"

He looked at her from his spot next to Addison. "Yeah?"

"What's this light?'

"What light?"

Meredith and Cristina rushed over to her computers.

"Fuck," Meredith rushed toward the front of the truck. "They must have triggered something." She grabbed the walkie-talkie. "Bailey, do you copy?" There was silence on the other end of the line. "Bailey, do you copy?" She turned to Cristina. "Call Calliope. Bailey, do you copy?"

"Calliope isn't answering."

"Shit." She looked back at her computers. There were men heading towards the front entrance. "Fuck, Henchmen!" She climbed back over the armrest and started the car. "We'll head them off. They have to get through that entrance to get to the main room where our girls are."

She peeled off towards the front entrance. They had been right around the corner, but in the two minutes it took them to get to the entrance the men had opened the door.

"Go! Just open fire. We need to create a distraction!"

Cristina and Lexie leapt out of the back of the truck. Cristina opened fire with her automatic and didn't bother aiming. Lexie picked her shots more methodically. Where Cristina killed by number of bullets, Lexie killed with precision. Medusa ran up behind them.

"Come on! We have to get inside!" They took off, chasing after the Henchman that had already gotten inside.

Calliope held her hand up for silence. "Do you hear that?" The Girls had created an assembly line; carrying the guns out of the main room, into the loading dock, into the truck. "It sounded like gun fire."

Bailey pushed past The Girls into the main room. The rest of La Femme's board followed behind her. She brought her gun up as three Henchmen entered the main room. They froze, intimidated by the imposing figure she presented. Three loud shots sounded behind them and they dropped to the ground. Behind them stood Cristina, Meredith, and Lexie, guns up.

Calliope stepped forward. "Report."

They dropped their guns down and stood at attention. Meredith spoke. "We saw movement from Derek and Jackson. A few seconds later, Henchmen showed up in a black van. They approached the entrance. We got them all."

Bailey frowned. "Why didn't you just contact us?"

Cristina answered. "We tried. Calliope didn't answer her cellphone and the walkie-talkie was non-responsive."

Bailey nodded. Suddenly, the three women swung up their guns, pointing them at the board. Calliope looked behind her. There stood Derek and Alex.

"Calliope," Derek said as he tucked his hands into his jacket pockets, "how nice of you to stop by."

"Cut the crap, Shepherd. You're outnumbered."

He shrugged casually. "For now. More of my men are on their way."

Arizona looked at Alex. He smiled awkwardly at her. He didn't seem very enthusiastic or imposing. Arizona noticed the bulge under his waistcoat that indicated a vest. Derek's waist coat was skin tight. Her eyes widened as she realized that Alex hadn't tipped Derek off. She spoke.

"How did you know we were here?"

Derek looked at her. He dragged his eyes across her entire body, top to bottom. Arizona bristled. Addison stepped forward.

"Just answer the question, Derek."

He held his hands up defensively. "I was going to. I'm just surprise the new blonde girl hung around. You're pretty protective of her. Is she yours?"

Calliope frowned. "She's mine."

"I'm no one's." Arizona crossed her arms. "No one owns me."

Alex coughed, hiding a smile. Derek smirked. "So, you're Calliope's new girl. I was wondering who would fill Addison's sexual shoes."

Bailey sighed loudly and rubbed her forehead. "All you damn people do is talk about sex." She looked around the room. "What I'd like to know is how did you know we were here?"

Shepherd stuffed his hands back in his pockets. "You tripped the alarm." Calliope looked at Sloan who frowned.

"How? I knew the passcode."

"No, you knew your passcode. Everyone has a different one. It helps us log who came in and out."

Teddy crossed her arms. "But you didn't know what Owen was doing."

Derek gritted his teeth. "Owen was in charge of keeping track of the log. I never saw it." He ran a hand through his hair. "He hid it from me."

Calliope turned to Meredith. "Pack up the bomb room. Take Little Grey and Yang."

Meredith nodded and headed back to the hallway outside of the main room.

Calliope turned back to Derek. "We're taking what we want. Your men won't show up in time to stop us."

Derek just shrugged, seemingly unfazed.

"Hey, Calliope!" Meredith leaned in through the doorway. "We need Sloan; he has the key."

Mark looked between Derek and Addison before nodding. "Yeah, I'm coming." He kissed Addison. "Shoot him for me please."

"I'll try."

Mark left the main room. The Girls were still carting weapons out of the room, but Derek didn't seem to care. He just looked between Arizona, Addison, and Calliope.

"So are the four of you a big group thing now?" None of the women answered. Derek just shrugged. "I'm only asking because I'm a bit jealous. Addison never agreed to do weird things with me."

"Shut up." Addison raised her gun. "I don't need this from you."

Derek laughed. His chuckles bounced off the warehouse walls. Everyone watched him for a moment; the only sound was the clicking of the guns as the girls handed them down the line. Arizona shifted uncomfortably and met Teddy's eyes. Calliope frowned, how could he be so calm?

Derek ran his hand through his hair. "You don't need this from me? WITHOUT ME, YOU WOULD BE NOTHING!" His face turned an ugly red, the vein in his forehead popping. "I was the one who took you from a life of alcohol and partying and made you finish Law School!" Derek took a step forward. Addison fidgeted, nervously adjusting her grip on her gun. "I made you." Derek raised a fist.

Addison flinched back. "Shut up!" She cocked her gun. "Shut up! You ruined me! You brought me into this whole mafia mess! I wouldn't have gone through any of this if it weren't for you!"

Arizona looked at Calliope whose face was carefully blank. Addison regretted this life. Did that mean she regretted Calliope?

Addison took a deep, shuddering breath. "I hate you, Derek Shepherd. You can tell yourself that you made me, that you saved me, but you didn't. You ruined me. Calliope saved me. I saved me. You are nothing. You are a small, angry man who wants the world, but doesn't deserve it."

Derek looked at her, his face still red, before turning to Calliope. "I see she's left you for Mark. I guess your plastic dick just wasn't good enough."

A shot rang out. Everyone looked at Addison who was staring down at her gun, her mouth open in disbelief. Derek clutched his arm, blood running over his hand and dripping onto the floor. He turned and walked out of the main room back towards the loading dock. Addison holstered her gun with shaking hands, turning towards Calliope. Callie walked over and wrapped her arms around Addison, holding her as she began to cry.

Arizona looked towards Alex. He lingered for a moment before half-smiling at her and walking out.

"Open the pod bay doors, Hal."

"Shut up, Yang."

"It's not my fault you can't unlock a door." Cristina leaned against the wall next to the door to the bomb room. "Put the thing in the hole. Isn't that what you're good at?"

Meredith and Lexie giggled from Sloan's other side. Finally, the lock clicked and the door swung open. As they walked in, the girls noticed just how full the room was. The walls were covered in shelves; there were bombs in every stage of production. On the right, there were supplies; clocks, wires, ingredients were labeled and organized. On the left, finished bombs were waiting to be placed and set off.

Lexie set down the box she was carrying. "Ok, let's take the ingredients. We can set off a bomb in the warehouse when we're done and that will take care of the finished ones."

Sloan nodded. "Sure," he grabbed one of the larger explosives from the shelf, "I'll set this for an hour. That should be long enough. I'm sure they're almost done out there."

Meredith paused, holding a bottle of kerosene in her hand. "Wait, do you hear that?"

Everyone listened closely. They could faintly hear the sound of boots clicking out in the hall.

Cristina grabbed the bottle out of Meredith's hand and tossed it into the box. "Let's go."

Sloan finished with the bomb and set it back on the shelf. As they left the room and walked back into the hallway, they saw Jackson standing in their way. He had his back towards the door to the main room and a long gun clasped in his hands.

Sloan moved in front of the women. "Leave, Avery, you've lost this warehouse."

Jackson shrugged and moved his finger to the trigger. "I know. I'm not here for the warehouse; I'm here for you."

Sloan frowned. "I left L'Homme."

Jackson just rolled his eyes. "Obviously. I'm surprised that you tied yourself to one woman. I didn't think you had it in you."

"You're just mad that women want to sleep with me. I don't have to force myself on them."

"I will shoot you."

"I don't think you will." Sloan crossed his arms. "If you wanted to shoot me, you would have. I think you're under orders to bring me back alive."

Jackson twitched, angry that Sloan had called his bluff. "Fine," he swung the gun over and aimed for Lexie's leg, "I'll shoot them."

His gun went off and a second later, a second shot echoed. Lexie screamed and fell to the ground, clasping her ankle. Jackson hit the ground with a dull thud, dead.

Calliope took a step back, holding Addison at arm's length and meeting her eyes.

"You ok? We need to get out of here."

Addison nodded and stepped out of Calliope's reached. "Yeah, I'm fine, sorry." She wiped her eyes.

Calliope nodded slowly and turned to Teddy and Arizona. "Can you guys take her? Just wait in the car until we –"

Two gunshots sounded from the hallway. Everyone looked toward the door as it opened. Sloan entered first, carrying Lexie and stepping over Jackson's body. Cristina and Meredith followed holding the box full of bombs between them.

"What happened?" Teddy ran forward to look at Lexie's ankle.

"Avery challenged my allegiance to your group." Sloan readjusted his arms under Lexie. "Don't worry, we won. We also set a bomb; it should go off in about an hour."

Calliope sighed and gestured toward loading dock door. "Alright, let's get out of here."

The group shuffled past her onto the loading dock and The Girls followed behind. Calliope was just glad none of them had been killed. She didn't think they could handle another loss. Shutting the door behind them, she paused for a moment. This had gone really well. Except for Derek being a douche like usual and Lexie getting shot in the ankle, this was a successful night.

Arizona walked back into the loading dock. "Hey, you coming? Bailey's complaining because you sit in the middle and she has to stand outside until you get in."

Calliope smiled. "Yeah, sorry." She walked over to Arizona, touching her shoulder as they walked out. Calliope turned and pulled down the metal door.

"Calliope, I do not appreciate standing out in the cold." Bailey stood on the ground between the dock and the car, her hands on her hips. As Calliope and Arizona jumped down, Bailey turned back towards the van. "Honestly, you're so slow. I almost –"

Suddenly, Bailey was on the ground, her eyes slowly glazing over. Calliope froze, staring down at the body. She was vaguely aware of shouting and the sound of guns being fired, but she couldn't move. Miranda Bailey was dead. This was the woman who taught her how to shoot a gun and made sure that she always ate. Bailey had teased her for being awkward and lanky and had taught her how to read blueprints. She felt her hands start to shake. Bailey was invincible. Bailey was superman with a gun.

She watched as Sloan picked up the body and loaded it into the van. Hands pushed her in afterwards. She reached over and pulled Bailey's head onto her lap as the car door closed next to her. Running her hand over Bailey's hair, she closed her eyes.