Chapter 1

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"...we're starting to get a bit concerned here."

Owen put down the paperwork he was doing and pulled out his Blackberry. He scrolled to Cristina's number and pressed send.

Voicemail.

He tried Meredith's.

Voicemail.

Derek's.

Voicemail.

Sloan's and Robbin's were the same.

He brought his e-mail up on his tablet and checked the flight information. They were supposed to arrive in Boise at 8 a.m. He dialed the number to the airport there.

"Hello My name is Dr. Owen Hunt and I am trying to check on the status of a flight...private charter...number 2435 out of Seattle."

Owen sat back and tried to inhale deeply. The silence on the other side of the phone seemed to last for days.

"I'm sorry, what do you mean it never arrived?"

His heart started racing.

"What the hell does that mean! Does it mean someone messed up the paperwork or does it mean you have no idea where that plane is?"

He was glad he was sitting down, because the lightheadedness that had been his constant companion over the past few weeks was in full blow right now.

Cristina trudged through the woods as dawn broke through the trees. If it weren't for the circumstances the forest would be considered beautiful. But, of course, the whole plane crashing thing had kinda ruined that. Her eyes scanned the ground for the color orange. McDreamy didn't have that good of an arm, it must be here somewhere.

"Ah, got it," she picked up the small orange gun.

Owen and her did not shoot guns in their free time or anything, but he had talked about them before. She remembered one day off they had shared watching the history channel. She had been curious and quizzed him. He explained how they worked and told her a few funny stories about his experiences.

She closed her eyes as she remembered the rest of that day. They did what they normally did on their days off. Took a bottle of wine to the roof with a blanket and curled up while they drank the sun away.

"I want to go home," she muttered to the trees.

Owen 's truck screeched to halt outside the SeaTac Private Charter Hangar. The parking spot said reserved, but at this point he really didn't care. He jogged into the building, ignoring the constant buzz of his phone in his pocket.

He had informed Bailey that the plane was missing moments after he found out. Leadership was a funny thing, you only had leadership ability if you could give it away in an instant. Bailey was the first person he had thought of, and while Owen did what he needed to do on his end, (working with the FAA) Bailey had taken on the worst responsibility. She was informing the families of the doctors on the plane. And it seemed as soon as they found out they called him for an update.

The doors to the building were locked, he looked at his watch, 0530. He pounded on the door so hard he could have very well put his fist through it. A man in a suit seemed to hear the commotion and come to the door.

"Are you Dr. Hunt?"

"I am."

He opened the door fully to allow him entrance to the building before locking the door behind him.

"I'm Tony Yale from the FAA - Office of Accident Investigation. We spoke on the phone."

Owen nodded and thrusted a folder into Yale's hands, "Here is the information you requested about the passengers."

Yale took the folder and walked quickly towards a room beyond the security point, "Let me show you our search progress."

Cristina sauntered back to the other survivors. Derek and Meredith were sleeping on each others shoulders. Mark was lying with his head on Arizona's lap. Cristina bent her head and listened to Arizona's breath sounds, they were beginning to sound very shallow. She frowned, there was nothing she could do at this point except hope.

Her hand went to Mark's neck and found his pulse, barely, but she found it.

She searched out the box that the flare gun came in and sat down to look at what they had. The flare gun looked like it was in working condition. The hammer was in one piece as was the trigger.

"Gotta be the flare..." Cristina muttered to herself.

She carefully pushed the barrel of the gun to the side and slid the flare round out of the barrel. Then out of fear she quickly through the round as hard as she could in the opposite direction of the plane.

She waited, but no explosion came.

She took a deep breath and pushed the only remaining flare into the gun then snapped the barrel shut. She looked up and wandered around until she found the biggest opening in the trees that she could. Once successful, she placed the flare gun directly in the middle of it.

"So you are telling me that they could be less than sixty miles from us at this very moment?"

"Well, yes but we are not sure," explained Yale, "See this is where we received our last communication," he indicated a red dot on the map, "and this radar station never picked up their signal," he indicated a blue dot on the map, "so by process of elimination the plane probably went down somewhere in this area, "his finger followed a large yellow circle between the two points.

"Mt. Rainier..." Owen sighed.

Yale nodded, "Search and Rescue choppers took off 15 minutes ago. We are waiting for the DEA who is lending us a heat seeking sensor but we have no idea when that will be available."

Owen nodded, "That foliage will be hard to see through..."

Yale nodded again, "It will. So all the wheels are in motion, right now all we can do is sit and wait."

Owen sat in one of the open chairs and put his face in his hands.

"You have medical response teams on the helicopters?" He mumbled through his fingers.

Yale nodded, "Yes. Medics are on both."

Owen rested his chin on his fists, "I want to go with."

"I'm sorry but-"

"I'm a trauma surgeon and those are my people," He looked at Yale intensely, "I want to be on the next chopper."

Yale nodded, this man was very intense and obviously military trained. Arguing with him would just be a headache, "Let's cross that bridge when we come to it. Hopefully there won't need to be another chopper."

Cristina leaned against a tree and allowed herself to close her eyes. She hadn't slept yet and according to her watch it had been 23 hours since the plane had crashed. She sighed and let herself drift.

Somewhere between dream and awake she heard a noise. A pulsation. She opened her eyes and tried to focus her brain on the present. It was there. It was real. She moved as quickly as she could to the clearing where she had placed the flare gun.

She knelt down and took a deep breath. She was shaking so badly that she couldn't hold herself still.

The noise became louder, she closed her eyes and brought her arm up.

Owen had told her a story about learning how to shoot. His instructor had explained the breathing was as important as steadiness of hand.

She took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and muttered hopeful statements as she squeezed the trigger.

Yale sat in the makeshift command center sipping his fourth cup of coffee. It wasn't even 8:00 yet. He had headphones on, monitoring the radio chatter between the helicopter pilots. His eyes drifted to the surgeon in the corner of the room who was sitting with his arms on his knees in a hunched over position.

Owen looked back and him with an even gaze. Owen respected the man. He was obviously military trained. He gave clear concise orders and was very organized in his thinking.

Yale gave Owen a small smile that Owen returned. But then the gaze was broken and Yale's feet, which had been propped up on the desk in front of him, were brought to the floor. His eyes focused on the map on the wall and he grabbed a pushpin from the desk.

"Say again your last Rescue 2," he commanded the helicopter.

"Roger, standing by." His hand holding the pin lifted to the board.

"Roger, I copy location, awaiting situation assessment."

He held one headphone off of his ear and turned to face Owen who was now standing three feet behind him.

"We found the crash site."

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