Resident Black

Business Women

The trick to keeping your hound on his lead is to soak the rope in vinegar. The fowl taste prevents them from getting their teeth to bite down long enough to tear through. April wasn't a hound, she was barely a dog at all. Hell, anyone outside this room considered her pretty much human.

Bound and gagged, she rested her head against the leg of the table unconscious. At least they finally had her in some clothes.

"You're a life savor." Callie sighed as both she and Christina stood at the door way examining the body of Alex which lay before them on the surface of the slab with several organs dissected from his entrails and one leg cut off above the calf.

Even dead he looked so... delicious. With his breast plate puffed out firmly above the square cut that sunk down where his abs and stomach used to be. The rib cage rising into view like an animal who had been devoured by crows and left to rot in the Sahara. Golden brown skin covered in blood and still steaming like a rotisserie fresh out of the oven.

"Were not out of the water yet. You've got a truck out there that needs to disappear and if we don't get the rest of his body out of this building soon he will haunt us just like O'mally." Christina with her arms crossed over her chest.

"You sure that's how that works?" Callie looked around for the spirit of her dead husband.

"You murdered him Dr. Torres. He might come back for revenge." Christina stepped out into the hallway walking towards the underground exit.

"Where are you going?" Our Orthopedic surgeon was a nervous wreck. But I would be too had I only one week to get five brains out of their original bodies and on a flight to Beijing china without being caught.

"For a drive... You should get back to work Dr. Callie, something tells me your fearless leader is about to fall and when that happens you need to look like your something of great importance to those who will need a guide." Christina pulled her shades out from her button up sliding them on her face.

Calliope had absolutely no clue what Christina meant...

Until an hour later when she was snapping an eight year olds arm back into it's socket and she heard the outcries of Dr. Owen Hunt. The cheif of Surgery himself was being led away by not one but three police officers.

"What is happening?" Dr. Avery stood nearby in the emergency room.

The two of them as well as the second year residents had been put on ER when a bus out on main hit a transfer truck dead on.

"This is rediculous!" Owen cried.

Derek Sheppard, mid surgery, ran out into the hallway after them. "What is going on?" He cried.

"They're trying to say I'm guilty of treason." He struggled against his restraints.

"Again Dr. Hunt we advise you to remain silent." Said the woman clinging to his shoulder.

They escorted him out of the building in time for a few other Residents to arrive on scene. "Alright Morgan, you're all good to go." Callie said to the kid next to her on the gurney before handing his father the papers he would need to sign and turn in to the nurse for his prescription pain killers.

Looking over at Jackson who gave her a reluctant nod and followed. A group of them gathered around the stair case in the main lobby.

Meredith looking around whispered to Miranda who stood directly beside her. "Where is Christina?"

"Hush Dr. Grey you'll have people jumping to conclusions." The short woman had a point. Even now Derek wasn't sure he could trust his own wife with a glare as he was about to address the staff.

"Uh... it seems like Dr. Owen Hunt will be leaving us for a short time. I don't know much but the officer told me he wouldn't be returning to work for a varying amount of time. When I asked how long she couldn't say but ballpark more than a few weeks. As of now..." He looked directly at Dr. Torres. "He has asked that you, Calliope Torres, fill his shoes until he returns."

Her face became a new shade of white, an altogether horrified pale. All eyes were on her. Nerves vibrating all over her body. With a gulp she took a moment to ask herself 'what would Callie say?' and it hit. "Get your asses back to work. People are dying go!" Everyone nodded and went their separate ways.

Arizona moved over through the crowd to her loving wife. "Look at you... Cheif. Wow." She had this excited smile that made Dr. Torres weak in the knees. "What's your first act of business captain." The young woman bit her bottom lip.

"I'm going to see what I can do about getting your kid at the top of that transplant list." She winked and her beautiful lover cheered in excitement hugging the big boned woman.

Callie looked up at the top of the stairs to see George resting his arms on top of the railing eyeing her with such disappointment. Then all of a sudden filtering through the air like dust and appearing beside double o' seven Alex Karev, with a wicked hateful sneer, came into view joining the dead souls of Sloan Grey Memorial.