Addison Winchester (Now Completed)

chapter 30

"I know." Even I could hear the empty echo in my tone, but it wasn't empty like I didn't care. It was darker then that. We both knew that it didn't matter if they couldn't bring me his head on a stick, then I would get it myself. Doesn't matter when, doesn't matter where, and it doesn't matter how.

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I looked around my little hiding spot in one of those rooms that have a bunch of vending machines and little coffee makers. I left Spencer's room and told the officers at that I was just going to get something to eat. I didn't want to go into one of the bathrooms and call because I thought talking in there would be louder then doing it somewhere else. I didn't want to run the risk of someone like Aaron or one of the officers walking in and overhearing. At least in here I can see people before they come within hearing distance.

Once I was sure that I was alone I pulled out my phone and called my father's main phone. It rang and rang and rang until his voicemail picked up. It gave the usual spiel about how he wasn't there to get the phone and to leave a message. I huffed and called him again. Still no answer so I told him what was going on and hung up. I ran my fingers through my hair in a frustrated manner and leaned heavily against the pale wall.

I waited a few minuets, giving him some time to call me back. Maybe it was the middle of the night wherever he is, or he might be in the shower. Hell, he could be in the middle of digging up a grave. I decided that I couldn't wait any longer and pulled the phone back out and ran though my options. I didn't have the contact information for anyone else except Dad, Dean, and now Sam. There's a good chance that Dean is with Dad so I could call him. But I really don't think that he wants to talk to me at this point in time.

"Get over it." I mumbled to myself and opened the phone back up. I found Dean's numbered buried in the contacts and tentatively press the call button.

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Derek walked down the hall towards Spencer's room. He wanted to check on the kid himself, not that he didn't believe Aaron but he felt like he should have done something before or noticed the guy. He also wanted to see how Addison was holding up. She looked like she wanted to rip out Aaron's throat before and he wanted to make sure that she wasn't going to kill the doctors. He saw the two Officers sanding in front of the door when he turned down the hall so he didn't bother looking at the room numbers. He nodded to them when they moved aside so he could walk in. So far the locals weren't giving that much of a hard time. Normally when working with the police it was like pulling teeth. No one likes the government.

"Where's Addison?" Was the first thing he asked when he opened the door. Spencer was still passed out though he looked a little more put together then he had on the ground of the clearing after he was shot.

"She went to the vending machine room down the hall a few minuets ago." The older one said. He looked to be about 35 maybe a little older. His hair was graying on his mustache but he had the same eyes that most seasoned cops get.

"By herself?"

"She said 'if he got this far into the hospital without being noticed then the security here sucks.'" The younger one said though he wasn't that much younger. He sounded slightly annoyed. Derek accepted there answer and asked where the room was. They told him, he gave Spencer another look and deemed that he was going to be okay and started moving towards where they said Addison was. The best thing he could do for Spencer right now was keeping Addison and the baby alive. When he came up on the room he saw her with her back to him and her phone pressed against her ear. He was about to call out to her but she started Speaking.

"It's Addison, don't hang up!" She said into the phone. She sounded panicked and slightly out of breath. He couldn't hear who she was talking to or what they said. He felt a little bad about ease dropping but something about her tone and the way she was holding herself he felt like he needed to.

"He's not answering his phone and I need help, Rodney's back." She pressed her hand to her forehead and turned around. Derek moved back, afraid that she would see him but her eyes were firmly placed on the ground. "Yes I'm sure he was dead, they burned his body! There is no way in hell he sould be up walking around, let alone shooting Spencer in the chest with a silver bullet!" Her voice got a lot louder but she quickly regained herself. Obviously she didn't want to bring unwanted attention to herself. Derek moved back and a little down the hall so he could still hear but she wouldn't really see him if she turned around.

"I know...Dea-....Okay I'm sorry I hurt your feelings but I don't really care about that right this moment. Right now the man that I love has a hole in his chest because some asshat has some fucked up 'eye for an eye' complex. Not to mention the two FBI agents that he works with are looking into it and have no fucking idea what they're getting themselves into. I don't like withholding information but at the moment I don't have any other choice. So this is me asking you for help Dean, I know you're pissed, I know you would rather jump into hell then see me right now but can you please help?" She said the last part a lot softer and Derek had to strain to hear her but he managed.

"Please don't make me say it again." She sighed heavily and Derek could almost see her shoulders sagging with it. "Make it six." He heard the phone close and decided to make himself known.