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Gary Clark wildly waved the gun in the air. No one dared to move for the fear of attracting attention and becoming his next target. "Where's Webber?" Gary demanded to know. He was nowhere close to being done with the vengeful killing spree. His first target, Derek Shepherd, was shot squarely in the chest. He made sure to see the blood seep through the open wound. He made sure Derek was lying in his pool of blood. He watched Derek close his eyes. Main target was down but Derek was just not enough.

The air in the ER was thick like a scorching 105 degree summer afternoon. There was a loud silence in the room. Fear thumped in everyone's heart and sobs intermittently echoed throughout the open space. Gary was getting frustrated. There were too many people in the room and not a single one was his target. Gary's eyes were blood-shot and brimmed with tears. He realized he needed to make an example out of someone in order to get some answers on his targets' whereabouts. He raised the gun with trembling hands, finger wrapped around the trigger.

Gary pointed straight ahead and directed his demand, "You. You will tell me where I can find Webber and Grey."

Callie's large brown eyes widened, eyes reflecting the hollow of the bullet hole. "I-I'm sorry. I swear. I-I-I d-don't... know." Tears immediately streamed down Callie's large eyes as she realized she could be his next target. Words were being swallowed by her tears, as she raised her hands and sobbed, "Pl-pl-please..."

Gary's gun started shaking even more uncontrollably as he found himself in front of a woman begging for her life. His wife cried like that once when she lost her mother soon after their marriage. He momentarily halted until he saw dark figures creeping near the doors to the ER. Gary sensed the dark vests closing in on him. He steadied his hands and firmly told Callie, "I need an answer."

Within seconds, the clear reflection of the gun from Callie's brown eyes were engulfed by a pair of angry blue eyes.

Gary smiled, fingers stabilizing at the large figure that now replaced the sobbing woman. His heart toughened and he aimed straight at the large sturdy chest. "Another doctor playing God," Gary smirked. "Who are you going to save, you or her?"

Owen defiantly looked at Gary and replied, "I'm going to save you."

"Dammit, I don't know what to do." Cristina thought out loud. She was good–very good–for a resident but she was still only merely a resident. With panic in her voice, Cristina looked up and met Jackson's confident eyes.

"You know what to do," Jackson reassured confidence into Cristina.

"Pig or cow... pig or cow," muttered Cristina.

"What?" asked Jackson. He knew he was there to provide support for Cristina rather than assist her in the surgery but silently wondered if Cristina was starting to lose it.

"Pig. Clamp." Cristina forcibly demanded a clamp to clamp the aorta from bleeding out.

Jackson smiled and uttered out, "Badass." Cristina never failed to amaze Jackson. She was an amazing woman he knew he never had a chance with.

"Wrong answer. All you doctors think you are Gods." Owen's words triggered Gary. "No, you do NOT get to decide who lives and who dies. This is NOT your control. NO!" Gary was once again shaken to his core.

Owen held his gaze, steady and grave, against Gary's erratic blood-shot eyes. "No, you're right. I don't control anybody except for myself. I do not get to play with lives nor do I have any intentions of controlling someone else's life."

"Bullshit," sneered Gary. "You are trying to save the woman behind you and you want to play God and save me. You think you're being brave but it's pure stupidity. But no. I hold the power–I can easily pull the trigger and kill you."

Owen distracted Gary long enough for everyone in the ER to scamper and find cover under desks and behind doors. Callie still being in Gary's vision was unable to move. "Please..." Callie weakly begged.

Gary heard the woman's voice behind Owen. "Oh, I know what this is. The woman behind you-she's yours isn't she? I should go ahead and shoot the woman in order for you to realize WHY I'm here and WHAT I'm here for. I should make you feel my pain!"

There was something unsettling to Gary about Owen's calm and collected eyes that resembled the ocean before a hurricane. The blue eyes rumbled into a stormy ocean as he corrected Gary, "You have it all wrong. You don't need to do that for me." Owen went on, "Today... I lost everything that ever meant anything to me. I lost and I died. Me, here in front of you, it's not me. I'm not here right now. So yes, I can stand here in front of you and talk to you. Because I'm already not here. You do NOT scare me."

Gary strangely found his own expression in Owen's dark pained eyes. "You have no idea what you're talking about. My pain? There is nothing comparable in life... than to have the woman you love one minute and gone the next. You have no idea!"

"I know more than you can imagine," challenged Owen. "But you do not get to play the victim and take this out on innocent lives. Losing the person you love? That is not on anyone else. If you want someone to blame, blame it on yourself. There were choices you could have made when you had her in which she still might be here. Blame yourself!"

Gary blinked his eyes that were stinging from the unblinked tears. "You are either crazy or you really do know my pain."

Owen formed a weary smile. "I lived. Death does not scare me. 5 years in Iraq surrounded by blown up body parts does not scare me. Losing friends in battlefields does not scare me. Losing my dad to a drunk driver does not scare me. Me, standing here in front of you holding a gun does not scare me. But do you know what does?" Owen saw the SWAT team behind the closed doors behind Gary. "Losing the woman that I love. Cristina not knowing how much I love her and how much I need her. That scares me. Possibility of it being too late for her to ever know. That... will kill me faster and quicker than that gun in front of me."

The SWAT team was pushing the heavy ER doors millimeters at a time, wanting to make sure to get an accurate shot of Gary. They were determined to take Gary down without surrendering anymore victims. Owen's heart pounded blood through his veins, causing a rush of low thumping against his ears. Either Gary or he was going to end up being the last victim. Cristina's face flashed in Owen's cloudy thoughts. Her face etched with defeat and disappointment when she managed to utter out, "I'm done, we're done," caused a searing pain in his chest. He knew that even a bullet straight to his chest would not compare to the heartache he felt when he heard those words. Owen closed his eyes. The day was nearing an end.

That was a mistake. Owen's eyes had drawn Gary out of his insanity and allowed him to focus on the love for his wife and not his pain. Owen cut off the connection between them. Gary felt anger rising from his stomach that rivaled his anger towards Derek. Gary declared, "I told you, you do NOT get to play God."

'BANG!' Callie reflexively ducked and everyone scampered about trying to reach the lowest point on the ground. Owen opened his eyes. 'BANG!' Two ear splitting shots rang throughout the still ER.

"Bokey," Cristina called over the scrub nurse. "You can let Mer come in now. I'm almost done here. I'm sure she's having a heart attack and I'm in no mood for a back-to-back today."

"Yes, doctor." Bokey pressed the intercom leading to the scrub room and called Meredith into the OR.

Meredith hurriedly scrubbed in and ran into the OR. "You called me because he's alive right? He-he's not dead and you want me to identify his body, right?" Excitement and fear danced in Meredith's eyes.

"Stop being so dramatic. I told you I was good. Come stand above his head unless you want to picture his insides every time you have sex," instructed Cristina.

Jackson smirked. Only Cristina would be crude enough to talk about sex in the OR.

"Okay I'm almost done–just finishing up the pericardial repair," announced Cristina. Cristina was nearing the end. Sighs of relief were passed around the room as Cristina, thread by thread, sewed Derek back into Meredith's breathing husband. With the last neat stitch, Cristina finally let out the breath she was holding in for the entire surgery. She let her head drop back and let out the breath she was holding in since she broke up with Owen. Something finally lifted.

Cristina met Meredith's wet eyes. Large droplets of tears were pushing out of her worried eyes. "Thank you. Thank you," repeated Meredith. Cristina looked at Derek's vitals to make sure he was stable and then turned to Jackson, who had his eyes affixed on Cristina. "Can you close for me?"

"You're welcome," answered Jackson with playful eyes. "And yes Doc. I'd be honored to."

"Mm. Thanks." Cristina's gratitude came after Jackson's acknowledgement.

Meredith and Cristina walked out into the scrub room to scrub out. As soon as Cristina took her surgical gloves and mask off, Meredith reached and tightly hugged Cristina. "Thank you. And my baby thanks you too."

Cristina smiled, remembering Meredith was carrying Derek's child. "Tell my god-whatever I said you're welcome."

The scrub room door suddenly jerked wide open. Cristina and Meredith instinctively ducked and screamed, unaware of the situation outside of the OR. Callie, alarmed that she scared Cristina and Meredith, quickly answered, "It's me. It's me. Sorry. It's over."

"Oh my God!" yelled Cristina and Meredith. "You could have knocked!" Cristina yelled at Callie.

"Sorry. I was anxious to find out how everyone else was doing." Callie took a look into the OR. "Derek. He's... okay?" Callie cautiously asked.

Meredith smiled and answered, "Yeah, he made it. Well, Cristina, the Cardio Goddess saved him."

Callie eyes returned Meredith's smile with relief and comfort. She slowly turned to Cristina. "Great job."

Cristina beamed. "Too bad gallery was on lock-down. You all missed a good show."

Callie's eyes were still filled with concern and sadness as she turned to look at Cristina. "Cristina..."

"What? Too soon to make killing spree jokes?" Cristina egged on.

*Ahem* Callie cleared her throat. "Um... Owen..." Callie trailed off unable to meet Cristina's eyes.

"Owen. He got out of the OR. With Teddy. He was out." Cristina rationalized in her head, peeved he made his grand escape with none other than The Trigger.

"Well, yea he was..." Callie could not finish.

"What?" Cristina was getting impatient. Something came crashing down within her and shagged breaths were suddenly caught at her throat.

"I'm so... so sorry." Callie stifled a sob, unable to hold back. "Owen... He's been taken to Seattle Presbyterian."