"So." Kaira's juggling a baby and paperwork, and Addison can't help it. She loves watching. She loves everything about this woman. "There's a party. Christmas."

"Ye-a." Addison admits, dragging the word out as it passes her lips. Kaira looks up at her, small smile gracing her lips as they lock gazes. Addison flushes, her cheeks turning red as she's caught. Yet, where with anyone else she would look away, with Kaira, she just stays where she is. "Are you going?"

"I was invited." Kaira laughs, annotating something upon her board, flicking a page with her pinky. "You?"

"I'm being threatened to go." She looks back up, and Addison's still staring, sucking her lip between her teeth. "Callie, of course."

"Ah." Kaira's board slides onto the cabinet beside her, and she stands, approaching an incubator. Kaira lays the child into her crib, resetting the position of her drug lines with a smile on her face. She turns back to grab her things, stripping her gown and discarding it with one hand. With the other, she's checking her pager. Addison steps out of the way, a hand looping beneath her elbow, resting against her stomach. She turns her head just slightly, lips brushing her ear. "I'll go if you go." Addison just smiles, shaking her head slightly. Agreeing. "Excellent. See you there." Addison shivers as the hand slides off her, withdrawing. Kaira takes one step backward, Addison turning to catch her eye. The anesthetist is smiling, winks, and backs herself out of the door.

Addison, for her part, is just as giddy. As though they haven't been dating, as though she isn't head over heels for the woman. Suddenly, she's not dreading this thing, this party, that she's been dragged into. She's actually rather looking forward to it. She's so lost in thought, it takes a minute for her to register the beeping, the sound of her pager.

And then Addison is scrambling for it, scrambling from the NICU towards the pit. Wondering, desperately, what had them calling her when it wasn't her day.

"Hey."

"Callie." She greets, flicking her gaze to her friend. "Page?"

"Page." She nods.

"Cool." Callie arches a brow at her, as they pace side by side, full- speed, down the hall. "I'm going."

"Good. I'd hate to have to fight-" her voice drops, because it's the first moment they catch sight of their patient. Addison can feel her heart in her throat, because this should never, never be inflicted on a child.

The two surgeons don't have to do much as look at one another, separating to opposite sides of the bed. Addison's up at the girl's head, palpating her neck.

"Seven broken ribs. Radial and ulnar fracture. Broken shoulder plate and elbow." Callie's voice is sharp, hard. Addison doesn't respond, because she doesn't have to. Callie continues her assessment of bone.

"What's her name?" Addison calls. There's no answer. One of the nurses steps up. Tells her the girl was found two blocks from the high school. Addison sighs, slipping her stethoscope into her ears. "Breath signs uneven. Weakness of the-"

"-dison." Addison glances up to bruised and broken face, reaching out with her hand to run fingers through hair matted with blood and dirt.

"Easy. You're in excellent-" the girl chokes, grabbing the edge of her coat. Weak.

"Addison." Callie looks up, sharp. But Addison's not looking at her, she's looking at the girl.

"Page Doctor Reyes."

"No." Addison's hand slips between bruised fingers, pressing her hand back to the bed. Addison pushes dark, red- brown hair back behind her ear. "Please." She begs, and there's tears catching in the scrape just below her eye, over her cheek. Callie turns her head to one of the nurses.

"Reagan Chandler." The nurse looks at her, confused. "Name. It's her name." Callie waves her hand at them, frozen, watching Addison show affection. "Get out of the way. She needs surgery. Prep OR 3. Addison." Callie grips her arm, forcing her to turn back. "Addison, let's go."

"Call her parents." Addison commands, squeezing her friend's hand as they brace themselves back against the gurney.

"…helped." Addison glances back to her.

"What?" Reagan forces her eyes open, trying to inhale.

"He… helped. Dad."

"Jesus fu-" Addison's gaze silenced the words in Callie's throat as they roll into the elevator. Addison leans down, pressing her lips to the side of her head.

"You'll be okay, sweet girl. I've got you." Her fingers wrap around her palm.

"I wanted… to be strong." She cries, struggling to inhale. Struggling again to exhale. "When… I saw her… again." Kaira, Addison thinks. When she saw Kaira again. "You…"

"I'll be here, when you wake up. Right here." Reagan's swollen eyes shut, and Addison squeezes her hand gently.

"Addie-"

"Callie, don't."

"She's just a baby, Addie." Callie's voice is soft, understanding. "How could someone do this to her? How could anyone…" Callie too, simply sighs. Disgusted. They both know.

It's eight and a half hours later when Addison is alone in the elevator. Her hands are shaking, her brain is exhausted. She's never been this distraught. Callie took this shift, a little fifteen minute stint that would allow her to go down to the cafeteria, find something to eat, and drink, and pee for the first time in hours. And be back up beside Reagan. She can't help it, when she leans her head against the wall, pinching the bridge of her nose between two fingers. Exhaling. The doors of the elevator open, and she straightens.

"That's a face." Kaira's voice. Her head snaps up, and her mouth goes dry. "Oh. Hey," hands catch her hips, pulling her in as the doors shut. "What happened?" But she can't tell her. She promised. Yet Addison is so, so scared.

"Nothing." But her voice is weak, and tired, and Kaira's hands are soft where they find her spine. Kaira doesn't have to say it, to call her out on her lie. "I promised." She tilts her head to the side, tears threatening her eyes.

"You pro-" Kaira's face goes hard, her grip tightens. "Where is she?" Addison's fingers wind into her collar, tightening. "Addie-"

"She's scared, Kaira. She's terrified, and she's broken. She doesn't want-" Addison can't push back on the tears. She's too tired. "You're her hero, Kaira." Kaira's forehead touches hers. "So if you're going to go in there and upset her-"

"How bad." Kaira's voice is even as she exhales. "Addie, how bad."

"She's alive." She runs her thumb over Kaira's cheek, her fingers over her neck. "She'll recover." Kaira's thumbs find her cheeks, rubbing her tears away.

"May I follow you? Come see her?" Lips press against hers, and Addison can't help but sigh into their kiss.

"As long as you do not, under any circumstance-" she repeats their kiss, the second just as soft. Just as loving. "Upset my patient."

"Yes ma'am." Kaira's grin is lopsided, her hand on Addison's back as she straightens her coat for her.

Callie looks up at them as they approach the door, Addison talking medicine with her hands, waving them. The Latina tucks the hand she'd been holding back into white sheets, pressing her lips into bruised knuckles briefly before she rises. She crosses her arms at the door, keeping the heel of her foot pressed against it so it doesn't shut.

"You're-" she starts, glancing pointedly at Kaira.

"Not going to upset my patient." Addison finishes, and Callie simply nods.

"Right then." She catches Kaira's arm, right in the crook of the elbow briefly. "Don't…. Hurt her." And she doesn't mean Reagan, as she says it. Kaira's voice drops, her head turning to the side as Addison looks back to her, having already settled in a chair on the far side of the room, her hands wrapped around a smaller one.

"I have no intention of doing so, Doctor Torres."

And in that moment, Callie truly believes her