Cristina got herself into the elevator of the hospital. Last night was a total disaster. When the doors were about to close she saw Meredith and Derek approaching and speeding not to miss the elevator.

"Got any sleep?" Mere asked Cristina as the elevator started.

"I know we didn't," Derek said with a cocky smile.

Meredith hesitated before speaking, "How did last night go?"

"Oh please, the date was a total disaster," Cristina said rolling her eyes.

Derek looked at Cristina as they exited the elevator and headed to the cardio nurse's station, "You went on a date last night? What did you do to scare the guy away?" He chuckled.

Meredith glared at Derek. "Well I have brain aneurysms to clip I'll see you later," he said as he went gave Meredith a quick kiss and Cristina looked into the wall.

"So I take it you're not going on a second date with him?" Meredith asked.

"No behind that face, there's evil inside him. Stupid guy couldn't keep his hands to himself."

"Well, he seemed like a decent guy at the bar," Mere said walking in the opposite direction.

"Hey! You don't have a say in this," Cristina shouted after her.

"So you lied to me about why you were out of town yesterday," Owen said sneaking up on her.

"What are you doing here? This is the cardio wing. Only cardio gods allowed."

"I know. I was just looking around getting to know other parts of the hospital," Owen said avoiding her gaze.

"What else is there? The OR, the ER, and the place with the food."

"Somebody's got a lot to learn. So yesterday wasn't a "thing" or was it a date?" He hinted.

"You know you have a weird habit of sneaking up on people," She said avoiding his question.

"Well, you lied to me so I guess we're both guilty of something."

"Fine I went on a date with some guy and it was a total blowout satisfied?" She said walking away from him.

"Dr. Yang," a nurse called out, "You're needed in the pit."

"What's the situation?" Cristina asked.

"School shooting in an elementary school so far 18 patients have been admitted and more are to come. They need all the hands they can get," a nurse said.

By the time Cristina reached the pit, there were more than 18 patients down there. Kids who haven't reached puberty were all screaming and crying for their parents it was utter chaos.

Cristina first treated a 6 yr old who had a minor cardiac attack and cuts from a bomb explosion.

"I want my mommy," the little boy gasped.

"I'm sorry... Daniel," Cristina said looking at his chart. "But I'm going to need you to hold still."

"Dr. Yang once you're done here there's an incoming 7 minutes out," Owen said.

"More incomings? The ER is full why are we getting so many patients all at once?"

"The patients needed emergent care and we're closer to the school," Owen said.

"I want my mommy!" Daniel cried out.

"Shh don't yell!" Cristina said.

"He's little he doesn't know what he's doing," Owen interjected.

"He's 6 I'm sure he knows what an inside voice is. Who's scrawny kid is this anyway?" Cristina shouted.

"You might want to keep your voice low," Owen said. "You don't want the chief to hear you."

"Whatever he doesn't scare me," She said writing down the final notes on Daniel's chart.

"Mousey what's the situation?" Cristina asked.

"Edward Jones 32 yr old with GSW to the chest is pale and in shock. His blood pressure is less than 50mm. Respirations are 36 to 40 per minute."

"Let's get him to Trauma 3 and someone get me an ECG and x-ray film," Cristina said.

"No exit wound. neck veins appear to be slightly distended, the heart sounds were found to be regular, and rapid, with a very faint systolic murmur in the fourth intercostal space at the left sternal border," Wilson said.

"Mousey book the O.R you're scrubbing in and Wilson transfer the patient to pre-op," Cristina ordered.

As they were getting ready to put the patient under anesthesia his blood pressure decreased and became cyanotic.

"Crap we haven't even started and there's already something wrong," Cristina muttered."

"Can we do thoracotomy?" Mousey asked excitedly?"

"No start him on diuretics and get him to the ICU his body is too weak to undergo surgery."

"You paged?" Cristina said as she headed to where Ross was with another kid.

"Uh this is Casey age 8 asthmatic he's having trouble breathing we've tried nebs and didn't work," Ross said.

"Has he had any other medical issues?" Cristina questioned

"A febrile seizure at 3 months."

"And has his asthma gotten better or worse as he's gotten older? Cristina asked.

"Worse," Ross said.

Cristina stepped back and took a look at the X-rays," Book an OR."

"What why?" Ross asked.

"Cardiac asthma Dr. Ross."

"And you know that because?"

"Because of that seizure that he had? It was from a fever. He had a heart attack then and he's having one now so you're going to book an OR because I'm your attending and when I tell you to book an OR you book an OR," Cristina said abruptly.

"It presented as asthma but it's alcapa how did you know?" Ross asked. "I mean you only listened to him and asked a couple of questions."

"Well Doc Mcstuffins I saw some cardiomegaly on his X-rays and I heard a holosystolic murmur through his wheezing."

"Dr. Yang," one of the scrub nurses interjected. "The male with the GSW his lung collapsed and Dr. Brooks needs some assistance."

"Oh crap I'm not even halfway through yet," Cristina said.

"Go I'll see if I can page Altman," Alex intervened.

Cristina scrubbed out as fast as she could and as she was running towards the ICU she was stopped by a boy who looked about 11 years old, "Excuse me a nurse said you're Dr. Yang?"

"Yes that's me but I don't have time to chit-chat," Cristina said trying to make her way to the elevators.

"Wait!" The boy said running up to her, "Is Mr. Jones ok?"

Cristina looked at him, "Mr. Jones is severely hurt."

"Doctor you have to save him! He saved my whole class and me from the gunman please doctor doesn't let him die!" The boy begged.

Cristina sighed," I will try my best ok?" The boy nodded.

"Mousey! I thought his lung collapsed?" Cristina yelled.

"It did but then his stats went down and he's struggling to get oxygen."

"Why aren't you intubating him?" Cristina asked.

"I didn't think of that," Brooks said quietly.

"Of course, you didn't," Cristina muttered. "Someone get me a 7.5 ET tube now! Damn it starting compressions where is that tube?"

"Right here!" Brooks shouted.

"Starting intubation process scapel," Cristina said. "Suction... got it let's get him up to the OR now or this guy is toast."

Owen had finished with his last patient in the ER which looked like it was hit by a tornado. All the chaos had mostly died down with a few patients to treat nothing major. A boy who was about 11 which he had treated earlier wanted him to find out about his teacher and Owen found out he was in surgery as he entered the OR gallery and noticed the patient was crashing.

"Dammit there's a huge tear in the artery," Cristina mumbled. "Mousey suction over here."

"Heart rate is low," a nurse said.

"Starting thoracotomy," Cristina said. "Hand me the internal paddles charge to 50 joules clear! Nothing charge again to 120 clear!"

"Come on You don't get to give up on me starting cardiac massage," Cristina said then she heard the monitor flatline. "Time of death 15:24."

"But I told his wife that he would be fine I promised her that..." Brooks said her voice trailing off.

Cristina turned away from the surgical table, "You what?"

"They have 4 little boys I..." Brooks stammered.

"Who the hell are you to promise anything this is my case. The only person who can keep a promise like that is God and I haven't seen him holding a scalpel lately. You never promise a patient's family a good outcome! Now you get to inform his wife that she's a widow," Cristina finished storming out of the OR not before scrubbing out and speed walking down the hallway and stopping close to the stairwell. She took a deep breath trying to hold herself together as tears were threatening to fall and slightly leaned against the wall.

"Not here," a low voice trailed behind Cristina. "Here."

Cristina looked up through her blurry eyes and saw Owen standing by the door leading down the stairwell. He extended his hand out noticing Cristina wasn't making any movements," Come on."

"Where are we going?" Cristina asked finding herself in a dark shady basement.

"Don't worry you'll like it," Owen assured her. He placed his hand on her small back and guided her to the vent noticing a look of confusion on her, "Wait," he said. "Just wait."

She looked at him confused, "Uh I'm not sure what this is going to accomplish."

"Wait for it," Owen said.

And that's when a whoosh of cold air blew through both of them tossing her hair up around her face she held onto Owen's arm for support. "It's ok," Owen confronted Cristina watching her smile and laugh. "It's good right?" Owen laughed. "It's the vent it clears your head. You feel better right?"

She laughed," Yes yeah!"

"It's out of time out of space anything can happen on the vent. Anything," Owen said.

"Like what?" She asked softly.

Owen slightly smiled, "Just wait."

The second gush of air hit them and Cristina laughed feeling the air beneath her and Owen watching her with a soft grin. Cristina watched him lean in closer to her until his lips touched hers. He kissed her with passion his arms around her slim waist moving her closer to him. She felt the floor slip from her feet it was a good thing he was holding onto her.

He slipped one arm from his waist to her hair and caressed her curls. Owen grabbed her harder around the waist and walked her to the wall leaning her against it his mouth never leaving hers while. he savored her soft lips and deepened the kiss by tilting her head while his hand trailed down her neck. He ran his other hand along her jaw.

There was no resistance on her end. Cristina hungrily kissed Owen back her hands around his neck. Their hands and tongues intertwined with each other more intimately than before.

That's when they both heard a pager beeping. Cristina opened her eyes and was rewarded with him grinning at her. Her hand flew to her hip brushing his hand off, "I have to..." Cristina trailed off.

"Get that I know," Owen said smiling at her and brushing a curl from her shoulder. He noticed she made no effort to move and lightly placed his hand back on her hip where her pager was, "If you aren't going to answer that page..." He drifted off hovering by her lips.

Cristina stared back at him. If she gave in now there was no way she would make it back upstairs in the next hour.

'I'm going," she said quickly jerking herself from him and heading towards the door and heard him say, "You're a good surgeon Cristine."

"You're damn right I am," she said closing the door and jogging up the stairs readjusting her hair.