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   The Long Hot Summer
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The Story Unfolds...

Season Nine, Movie Four, Episode Fifty Seven

 The Long Hot Summer

Debut Launch: August 1st, 2013.

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Subject:  Bacon Bits

Cap was splayed out in the lounge chair in the kitchen, in the dark.  

In the heat, he was miserably spread eagle, with his boots and trousers sitting in
front of him within grab range. He had stripped, right down to his boxers and a T-shirt
and he didn't move even when the light switch to the kitchen was flicked on.

Chet Kelly saundered in, equally drenched in sweat with his trousers and boots slung
over a shoulder like limp trophies. He went straight to the kitchen sink to bury his
face in a running stream of luke warm "cold" tap water.

"Use a bowl." Hank ordered. "And fill it up for splashing. Water rationing, remember?"

Chet reached up to the cabinet blindly without abandoning his faucet water fall. He
groped around until he found a very big one to use.

Cap noticed and grumbled. "Just how large is your face, Kelly?"

"As big as my mouth, according to you guys. Cut me some slack, Cap. I've got a fever."

'We all do. It's ninety eight outside at three in the morning. Are you sure both bay doors
are popped?" Hank interjected.

"Wide open, Cap." said Gage, dragging himself into the light painfully. His regulation
night turnout set was being dragged behind him by their suspender straps with a fist.
"And with Boot and Henry guarding the entryways. There's just no wind to make any
breeze yet."

"That'll change with dawn." Stoker promised as he walked in, wearing his full day uniform.

"Aren't you hot?" Chet said, cradling his bowl of water that he had placed on the kitchen
table to hug protectively while he scooped water out palmful by palmful to pour over his
curly head.

Mike just grinned. "Nope. I took a sponge bath with rubbing alcohol."

"Smart man." said Roy, joining them as he guided a sleepy Marco into a chair next to
Chet. He parked Lopez and then snatched out an ice cream bucket from the freezer.
"It's necessary, Cap. He's at 101." he reported.  "Here, hug that." he told Lopez as
he handed it off. "No, under your shirt, so it's next to your skin." DeSoto ordered

"Uh,.. I can't think straight." Marco apologized.

"I know. That's why we're cooling you down." Roy told him with a sigh.

"Pants!" Cap said, without moving from underneath his face slung arm as he tried to

"Huh? Oh." DeSoto said unenthusiastically. He blinked away some sweat.

Gage covered for him by lifting a set of fingers to his mouth. He blew through them,
whistling piercingly.

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Boot happily trounced in seconds later, pulling DeSoto and Marco's pull ups and boots
that had been tied to his collar.

Roy collected them and gestured to the bay door. "Go back to guarding, pal. Thanks."

Boot barked once and scampered out of the room to his duty.

"Clever." grinned Mike.

"About time he started pulling his own weight." Kelly bubbled, still smearing water lovingly
over his face and head. Nobody yelled at him for getting water on the floor.

Johnny eyeballed Cap. "Marco's not sick, Cap. He's just..."

"...boiling in my skin. Who would have thought a Mexican like me could get a sun burn. Ouch!"
Lopez complained when Roy felt his face again with an assessing back of a hand.

"Will he need supplies and a report?" Hank asked.

"Burn salve? Nah. He's got nothing that a little time won't cure. No blisters anywhere." Roy shared.

"Don't I wish this was fire caused." Lopez groaned. "Then I'd get a sick day to go jump in the neighbor's

"There's always standing under the hose tower. The lines are still dripping." Stoker offered, smelling
water and concrete wafting through the kitchen door he had propped open.

"What about the mosquitoes?" Kelly asked, pointing at it.

"They can't see where we are. The air's the same temperature as us." Stoker told him.

Gage laughed from where he was draped over and hugging the coolish table top with alternating
cheeks and his forehead.

"My kingdom for an A/C." Cap whined, curling a few steaming toes.

"Inadequate budget." Chet countered.

"Remind me to burn McConikee's hat again A.S.A.P. in protest." Cap ordered neatly.

"We could always blow off a few fire extinguishers on your chair, Cap. That'll freeze it up in a pico for
a couple of hours."

"Shush.. That's custom leather, Stoker." Gage chided. "Bite your tongue."

"I'm sorely tempted to say yes." Hank said, holding up a finger. "But.. the other shifts would
kill me for cracking the Corinthian throne."

"Tell them you found a rubber snake in it and thought it was real." Kelly suggested. "You can
blame me then."

Hank just snorted and continued to suffer silently.

Soon quiet reigned as the gang continued to sizzle like bacon on the outside.

Finally, Chet echoed what they were all thinking. "Man, this is going to be one long, hot summer."
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The tones went off.  ## *EEEeee oh OOOoooooo* Squad 51. Woman down. 425 West Burbank.
425 West Burbank. Cross street Alameda. Time out: 0335. ##

DeSoto and Gage pulled on their pull up trousers and boots and made for the door.  Roy turned
and shouted a request. "Kelly. Keep that on Marco. Make him eat some if you have to!" he said
about the ice cream bucket chilling out his sunburn fever through his chest and abdomen.

"I hate vanilla." Lopez groaned, growing uncomfortable with the frozen ice cream in contact with
his skin.

"Tough." barked Cap. "Will do. Will listen." promised Cap, picking up the handy talkie he was clutching
with a hand while he dozed.  "Roll with your windows down. Should be cooler."

Bark!   Bark!  said Henry and Boot as they greeted the paramedics jogging for the squad in the apparatus
bay.  "To the wall, boys!" DeSoto ordered them with a sweeping gesture towards the county map hanging
by the office.  

The two dogs dutifully moved aside. They began sitting to let the squad out.  Roy called in their
reply. "Squad 51. 10-4, KMG 365." on the radio mike inside the squad cab.

Gage looked into his rear view mirror as they pulled left onto the boulevard. "Huh, would you look at that.
They're not even going to chase us to the foot of the driveway tonight."

"Would you?" Roy grinned, shaking his helmeted head as the hot breeze roared into the cab as they
accelerated. "They're pretty smart for a pair of hot dogs."

"I guess." said Gage, turning forward again to watch where they were going. "Our next turn's eight blocks
up to the right. I think it's gonna be a house on the corner." he said, sighing as the hot wind began to dry
at least some of the sweat pouring down his face.  "Maybe they'll have air conditioning." he hoped.

DeSoto chuckled, moving over to the slow lane on 223rd Street. "We won't be in the house long enough
to enjoy any of that. Load and go, remember?"

"Maybe we can stall a little if she's not that critical. You know, two I.V.s instead of one, an extra neat
bandaging job to plug all of the holes if they're any..."  Johnny said wistfully.

Roy shook his head in disbelief. "I'll let you hang out in the morgue for a few minutes at Rampart.
Will that be cold enough for you?"

Soon, they rounded a turn and arrived at their address.  Other red flashing lights greeted them through
the thick trees.

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"Say, isn't that Vince?" Johnny said as they hurried to the curbside to park and unload their gear.

"Yeah."  Roy frowned. "I didn't hear about a police intercept. Did you?"

"Nope." Gage answered, quickly pulling out the datascope along with the rolling oxygen apparatus to
go along with the red biophone and black I.V. and drug box that Roy was gathering.  "Scene must
be safe, though, or we would have heard about it from L.A."

The two paramedics in T-shirts, suspenders and trouser boots swiftly threaded their way through the
dark wooded yard towards the front door that they could see was propped open with a foot stool. It
was one of Vince's usual tricks to speed up paramedic arrival times. It seemed like every light was
on in the house. A sign that each room had been thoroughly searched for missing people.

"Vince?! Whatdiya got?" Johnny hollered as they entered the house. It was blessedly cool inside
from central air. Immediately, he and Roy felt their senses sharpen as the cold plastered their wet
clothes to their skin, raising goosebumps. It felt wonderful.

"Don't know. She's not breathing too hot. We're in the kitchen!" came Howard's shouted reply.

They rushed past the stark white, high end furniture to the rustic ranch brick design of the kitchen off
the dining room. They spotted Vince using an ambu bag strung from his small car trunk oxygen tank.
It looked like he hadn't much time to do anything else except keep his patient alive.

Gage quickly set down his equipment and got on the woman's head for a quick carotid pulse quality
check. "Any trouble ventilating?"

"None. Color was always good. Even when I found her. But she's only fighting maybe one out of every
four breaths I'm giving her. Gasps have been sporatic." the policeman reported, keeping the young woman's
head back in the correct position with both knees while he bagged her carefully. The woman's skin was
damp despite the chill in the house. An unnatural gray pallor paled her elegant Asian features.

Johnny reported. "90 and thready." He rubbed a few knuckles into her breast bone, hard. There was no
reponse. "No reaction to pain." he said, planning ahead for an airway. He swept two hands quickly along
her arms and legs looking for bleeding or other obvious problems. "No wounds or fractures." Then he
got back up onto his feet to take another look around the room. "Vince. What was the call that brought
you here?"

"Domestic disturbance. Neighbors reported some yelling ten minutes ago." Vince told him.

"Who was she fighting with?" Roy wondered.  "Nothing's broken or out of place." he said.

"Maybe the guy left." Johnny said, continuing his search for evidence while Roy opened the
woman's silk blouse and patched her in to a cardiac monitor.

"I don't think anybody else was here. Dispatcher said this gal's the sole house owner. Unmarried."
Vince added.

"A break-in?" Gage wondered.

"Doesn't fit. All the windows are intact. I had to break down the front door when I spotted her on the floor."
answered the policeman. "It was still chain latched."

"She's getting brady but it's still regular." DeSoto reported, turning the EKG monitor screen up so Johnny
could see it while Gage rapidly investigated the kitchen's counters, cabinets, and sink.

"Huh. Air conditioners aren't furnaces, so fumes are out." Johnny said, making sure the gas stove and oven
wasn't turned on.

Then DeSoto saw it on the window sill. "Johnny. Over there above the sink. A pill bottle. Looks like it's empty."

Gage hurried over and swept the brightly printed floral curtains aside to snatch it up. "Name's Anabelle
Tanaka." he said, reading its label. "Prescription for Valium. A week old. Twenty tabs."

"Matches the photo I.D. I found in her wallet." said Vince, keeping on giving breaths to the girl through
the bag. A girl's photo matched the smooth, petite beautiful features they saw on their patient. The only
difference was her collapse tangled, sweaty, long hair that had fallen out of a bun that had been
kept in order with a jade hair stick.  Johnny pulled it out for safety and tossed it aside.

The wallet was on the floor next to her head. Roy picked it up and rifled through its pockets. He found a
business card to a psychiatrist's crisis line inside of it. "She might have a psych history." DeSoto said,
holding up the doctor's card. "Our first guess? Let's go with a probable suicide attempt."

Gage's face fell at the chance answer.  He placed a hand on her struggling chest to monitor
her breathing attempts. "She can't be more than nineteen or twenty. I wonder why she
decided to--"

"Whoa, that's not right." Vince interrupted, noticing a change in lung resistance.

Johnny moved his hand down to her abdomen and stomach and felt sudden knots there.
"Roll her over, Vince. She's trying to vomit." Gage warned.

"Okay." said Howard quickly, worried. His hands were shaking as he tossed aside the ambu bag to help out.

Roy turned on the suction unit on the resuscitator to get it ready for use as Tanaka's stomach began to
rock back and forth ominously. They soon had Anabelle on her side. DeSoto bent low and smelled the breath
coming out of the purge valve of the tube he began using to clear some frothy debris that was pouring
out of her mouth. "Smells like Diazepam."
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"Oh, d*mn." Vince said under his breath as they worked quickly to get her cleared out and under ventilation
again. "Did she choke?" he asked, gagging slightly on the sour odor of stomach acid and partially dissolved

"Lungs are clear." Roy said, listening to the limp woman's bare back with a stethscope. "She hasn't been
down long. All right. I got it all. Roll her back and Vince, catch up by hyperventilating her for a few breaths.  
Then fall back to a normal vent rate on her. I'll call it in."

Johnny finished cutting away Tanaka's bra from around the EKG electrode patches and wires to prepare for
possible CPR.  He dried shock perspiration off her torso with a towel and turned on the defibrillator. Then he
placed its paddles on her chest and left them resting in place to take a manual reading to back up the automatic
one on the screen to get a finer reading. "She's dropping off. Forty six a minute. QT's are looking odd."

"It's vaso-vagal. Sorry, Johnny." Roy said as he set up the biophone. "I bumped the back of her throat with the
suction tube."

"She still might need pacing if that coma sets in any deeper." Gage suggested, planning further ahead.

"Good idea. Leave 'em there." said Roy.  Then he opened a channel. "Rampart this is Squad 51, how do
you read?"


At Rampart, Dr. Early noticed the base station light buzzing red with a new transmission arrival. He entered
the enclosed glass alcove and pushed the reply button. "Unit calling in please repeat."

##Rampart, this is Squad 51.##

"I read you, 51. Go ahead." Early said, reaching for a note pad as Dixie McCall finished a phone call outside
at the desk and joined him to listen in.

##Rampart, we have a female in her early twenties around 140 pounds, a victim of apparent benzodiazepine
ingestion with no other signs of trauma. She is exhibiting moderate overdose symptoms with a suppressed
breathing reflex but with reflexive vomiting. We have the patient's prescription bottle for Valium 10 mg each,  
with twenty total pills. All are missing. She is under manual ventilation on fifteen liters of O2. Chest is clear. No
pain reponse. Pulse is bradycardic and Rampart, she's still hypersensitive to upper airway stimulation
cardiovascularly. Stand by for pupillary responses and a strip.##

"Standing by, 51." said Joe.

Dixie frowned. "Doesn't sound good. Shall I call Respiratory down?"

Early nodded. "She's not going to improve until we counteract whatever she's taken. Set up for a gastric

"I'll set up Treatment Five." McCall nodded and left the room.

Roy returned to the airwaves.  ##Rampart, pupils are sluggish with evidence of nystagmus. We're ready to
transmit an EKG.##

"Go ahead on an EKG, 51.## Early reported.

##This will be Lead II.## DeSoto shared.

Early pushed the receive toggle and a paper record began to stream out of the station's biophone receiver
unit. He picked up the cardiac strip and read its rhythm. He toggled back to Roy. "51, I concur your finding
of bradycardia with prolonged QT intervals. Search the house for any other possible medications. If none
are found, start an I.V. of Normal Saline and administer 0.2 mg Flumazenil over 15 seconds. If she doesn't
regain consciousness within 45 seconds, administer another dose every sixty seconds up to three attempts.
Once she's awake, the effect should last about fifteen minutes. She may return into a highly agitated state,
so be ready. You have permission to use restraints.Then transport A.S.A.P. If re-sedation occurs in transit,
continue breath support on oxygen but do not intubate. Consider cardiac pacing if her rate falls below thirty
with a loss of brachial pulses. We'll try the antidote again in twenty minutes."

##10-4, Rampart. Uh, .2mg Flumazenil / Normal Saline I.V.,  push every minute until consciousness, or
times three. Continue breathing support and necessary cardiac pacing if pulses fall to carotid only during
transport.## Roy repeated back. He lifted his head at  the sound of a Mayfair's approaching sirens.
##Rampart, our E.T.A is ten minutes.##

"10-4, Squad 51." said Joe.

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In the lavish kitchen, Gage nodded that he had heard the orders and began preparing Anabelle's antidote
treatment.  He kept one eye on her face for signs of airway distress. ::Wow is she pretty.:: he thought.
::I wonder why she's been depressed.:: he wondered again.

"Can she really kill herself with these pills?" Vince said, watching the bag he was using to keep the girl

"Not by themselves. Valium takes a while. They would have eventually, but not today." Gage replied, handing
over a prepped I.V. solution bag to his partner. "I'll go raid the medicine chest to see if we have to change our
game plan. I'll be right back." he promised.

Anabelle's body began to tremble even through her unconsciousness and Roy saw sudden goose pimples
flush across her skin.

Roy leaned a little closer into their patient's ear as he began to swab her arm down with alcohol for an I.V. start.
"Easy there. Anabelle, I know you can hear me. You're not alone any more.  I'm Roy DeSoto, a paramedic your
neighbors just called. I'm here with my partner, Johnny Gage, and a very caring police officer named Vince Howard.
We're going to wake you up now.  Your house is okay.  Don't be afraid. I want you to relax and keep taking in that
oxygen. In a minute or so, I'll give you a medication that'll make you feel a lot better than you do right now.
Don't try to fight us. Nobody's going to hurt you. We're trying to help you. Okay?"

He placed a warm hand briefly on the side of her sweat chilled porcelain face.  The twitchy movements under
her eyelids seemed to ease and slow just a bit.

Johnny returned, a little breathless after his rapid search. "There're no other pills. She's extremely healthy judging
by the scale of the exercise room I just left. I found just some vitamins and a tube of toothpaste." he said, holding
them up.

"Good deal." Roy replied.

The Mayfair's attendants entered the house with their mattressed cot and paused nearby to await orders.

Gage waved them in immediately. "Load her up but cover her with just a sheet. It's too hot outside for blankets."

"There's no airway in, fellas, for a reason." Roy also shared when he saw they noticed Anabelle being resuscitated.
"She'll start breathing again on her own real soon. We're going to be administering an antidote to Valium once she's
safely strapped in." he told them so they wouldn't be surprised if a struggle happened.

Vince turned to the Mayfair EMTs. "Could I bum a new E tank off you boys for my next medical call? Mine's
almost empty here."

"Sure, we'll fill your old one once we get to the hospital." said one of them. "Keep the new one. We keep trading
bottles all day anyway."

"Don't we have the same suppliers?" Gage asked the three, still fighting being highly distracted by the mystery of
their young patient.

"Yeah. Northside Medical. For fire, ambulance and police oxygen." the EMT confirmed.

As they left the house, Johnny noticed a picture of Anabelle standing with an older, very handsome
Oriental lady who was obviously another family member. He snatched up the picture frame and tossed
it onto the cot at Anabelle's feet on a whim.  He shrugged at Vince about it as the officer locked up her home
using her keys he had found in a purse.

"I've got a hunch about her." he explained, shrugging half heartedly as he began to sweat in the heat again.

Vince nodded.  "Maybe it'll help."


Inside the moving Mayfair, Roy DeSoto got the first injection of Flumazenil ready and paused with its needle
at Anabelle's I.V. port.  He could see the red lights above Johnny, following behind in the squad through the window.
A glance at the EKG monitor showed that Tanaka had recovered from her accidental vasovagal heart symptom fully
and was ready for Early's prescribed antidote attempt.

"Okay, Malcolm. She might wake up very fast and fight us once this takes effect." DeSoto told his EMT helper
who was bagging oxygen into the girl's lungs.

"I'm set." replied the man, tossing his head at the suction device and at additional cotton lined restraints he
had lying neatly over his lap.

DeSoto put his mouth near Anabelle's ear. "Anabelle? It's time to open your eyes." he told her.

Then he pushed the medication home.

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Back at the station, the rest of the gang kept sniping.

"Oh, that's so much better." sighed Marco as he sagged even further down into his
wooden chair at the kitchen table as Roy's improvised instant chilling solution took effect.  

"Are you fine now? Give it here. I'll dish us out some of that." Chet offered with an eager
set of gimme fingers. "You can have it back when I'm done."

"No." said Marco, hugging the frosty ice cream gallon blissfully. "Go chew some ice cubes."

Bark!  said Boot entering the kitchen.  He sat down at Kelly's feet and started licking his chops
with measured patience.

"Cap." sighed Kelly as he blinked away cool water dribbling down his face. "Whose turn is it for
dog chores duty today?"

"Uhhhh, that would be me." Hank admitted, absently scratching an itch under his boxers' waist
band with a thumb. "I'll get out a Rival in a bit. I think I'm finally getting comfortable." he yawned,
his face damp with perspiration.

"Two cans, Cap." Stoker reminded.

"Uhhh,... Why two?" asked Stanley, still a bit sleepy from the heat. "That's over budget."

"We now have two dogs. Did you forget already?" Kelly asked him. "Boot wandered in yesterday.
Looks like he's going to be staying a while, too. I saw the bed he's already made using all of
our mop heads in the closet.

"Hey, Cap. You want a date with this? Your memory's foggy." asked Lopez, holding up the ice
cream bucket. "You did order us to keep an eye on each other in a medical watch."

"Fine. I did say that and yeah, I know I need some icing." snapped Cap irritably, getting up from
his recliner. "But only after I feed the mutt."  

"Mutts." Chet corrected.

"Mangy mascots..." grumbled Hank as he stomped over to the cupboard in his bare feet to get
out the cans of horse meat.  "Who eats at three thirty in the morning?!"

"Cap.. heh. We d- " began Chet, grinning hugely.

"No, don't answer that.  I walked right into it." Stanley retorted, rubbing his face as his
own stomach growled in hunger.

"Resident firefighter's stomach speaks sooth." chuckled Mike Stoker from where he was
reading the newspaper in a mock headline announcement.

Chet nudged around Cap's elbow and under the cabinet door Stanley had opened to reach
the freezer to grope into an ice tray.  He thoughtfully drew out a cube and tossed it into his
mouth. "Can we ditch the T-shirts and bunker pants at night for a while?"

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"Do you feel like sleeping in your day uniform and ironing out the wrinkles on the run so
the public doesn't see them and lodge a formal complaint to the chief about sloppy
looking firefighters?" Stanley shot back.

"That's better than having a bunch of roasting ones." Chet shrugged, crunching ice
hopefully. "We already stink."

Hank's eyes blistered. "Kelly, go take a shower if you smell. A very cold one."

"Cap, what about the water restric--"


Kelly slunk out of the room, edging around the happy, scampering pair of dogs. Boot and
Henry danced excitedly with enthusiastically wagging tails as they smelled supper being served.

They paused only long enough to pounce and hitch a ride on the bunker pants Chet morosely
dragged behind himself as he disappeared from view.


Dr. Brackett joined Joe Early in the enclosed base station. "Anything exciting?"
he asked, yawning, as he ruffled his silver hair in fatigue. The day's heat related jump
in patients had succeeded in filling Rampart's Emergency Department and tiring out
the whole staff involved in their care.

"Possible pill popper. Nothing major. They got to her in time."  Dr. Early reported.
He sighed and sipped his iced coffee. "Sometimes I wonder what the world's
coming to with the suicide rates this month. Do you think it's because of the Conflict?'

"Vietnam? Probably. It's unnerving to think journalists and reporters have brought
that kind of thing into our living rooms via TV sets. Makes me sick." Kel said.

"Dr. Morton said pretty much the same thing yesterday." Joe said ruefully.

"Where is he tonight?" Kel wondered, reading over the notes Joe had taken on
51's young patient.

"He's busy recertifying." Early said.

"Oh?" Brackett said with surprise, both eyebrows raising.

"Not for us." Joe clarified with a smile. "For--"

"Doctors.." said Dixie, peeking her head into the room. "The scanner's going off.
Something's up. Might be big."

"Where?" asked Brackett, his face growing serious.

"On the piers off Terminal Island. I don't know all of the details yet." McCall replied.

"Keep on it. If this is a mass casualty incident, I want to know about it." said Kel.

"Oh, and Joe, five's set for you."

"Thanks, Dix." said Dr. Early on the update.

Dixie nodded, getting back to her desk and the county wide monitor.

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The lights and sirens of the Mayfair shattered the steamy night neighborhood's quiet
as they traveled quickly to their drop off at Rampart General Hospital.

DeSoto tossed away his empty syringe of antidote into the sharps bin at his
shoulder. Then he took hold of Anabelle's upper arms firmly in cautious preparation.
"Anabelle?  Can you hear me? Take a breath for us." he ordered loudly.

Malcolm's ambu bag had delivered another hissing ventilation to the girl under his
hands when it happened.

Both of the young woman's legs shot up underneath the cot's safety straps and
her back arched up as the sedative in her system swiftly reversed. Anabelle sucked
in a huge bubbling gasp and let out an animal shriek as she began to struggle blindly
against Roy and the EMT's grip on her.  

"No, no... Anabelle! Don't fight us. You're just a little groggy because you're waking
up." DeSoto said to her.

Blood began to ooze out the corner of Tanaka's mouth onto her contorting face
as she suddenly bit the inside of her cheek underneath tightly pressed lips.
Her panic began to intensify at the taste of iron.  Her struggles grew more violent
when she realized that it was the smell of blood. Breathing became huge and painful.

"Is this a seizure?" asked Malcolm, throwing himself on Anabelle's head to
keep her airway open as she fought for breath.

Roy shook his head, grunting with effort.  "She's angry as h*ll.  These are
withdrawal symptoms. Pull over!" DeSoto yelled to the driver. They fought
to keep the girl's bucking body on the cot. Then he snapped out orders. "Keep
her airway clear of that blood, Mal."

"When I can." said the man, trying to get a wrapped tongue depressor in between
Anabelle's cheek and gums to get a space wide enough for a suction tube.

The Mayfair screeched to a quick halt along a curbside.

DeSoto heard the squad's siren fall away as Gage flicked it off and pulled up
behind them.

Seconds later, his partner snatched open the rear doors. "What do you got?"

"Abscission! Half awake! Watch her I.V. line!" Roy grimaced, his hands already full.

Johnny shouted as he grabbed the effected arm. "Anabelle! Stop moving around!
Listen to us. You're in an ambulance!" he yelled, protecting the catheter in her vein.
The arm board Roy had used had dislodged. Gage used a knee to pin her hand down
as he rebound its ties over her upper arm and forearm to keep plastic from breaking off
into her bloodstream.

Tanaka suddenly flipped onto her side with super human strength and two seconds later,
it was as if a light had flicked on. Her rage turned to instant mortification
and surprise as full awareness of what she was doing returned.

The picture framed photo Johnny had tossed onto her feet for reference flew off the
cot and shattered on the floor of the Mayfair. The unexpected sound of breaking
glass made Anabelle suck in a hard won breath. Then she began to hold it as her face

It was fear.

Roy and Malcolm immediately let go of their patient and took steps to put a
new oxygen mask on her face. They watched as agonizing clarity and a very recent
mental memory returned.  The girl quickly opened her leaking amber colored eyes.

Johnny climbed off the cot, gasping in the heat that had been let into the Mayfair from
its open doors.  He realized what he was seeing on her face was actually intense
grief. "Annabelle? What-?"

"....grandma... oh, ....Nai Nai.. Why did you leave me? Why did you have to die?...." she
cried, coughing on the trickle of blood she had caused.

And then the real flood of tears came.
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Roy and Johnny wheeled Annabelle efficiently into Treatment Room Five, led
there by Dixie at a brisk walk.

The young Asian woman lay quietly on the gurney with Malcolm supporting her
airway with a palm's light grip lifting up her jaw.

Joe Early raised an eyebrow at their switch to a non-rebreather mask. He and
the respiratory therapist set up next to him exchanged looks of relief. "How's
she doing?" Early asked as he waved over Toxicology to get a blood sample
from the I.V. line.

Roy looked up from moving her I.V. to a hospital pole. "She's compensating.
But she's in and out. We dosed her times two. Her pressure and her rhythm
are holding. 90 systolic and SR, regular at 54. We didn't have to pace. But she
did struggle waking up at the beginning.  She's bitten the inside of her
cheek or her tongue a bit. The bleeding's stopped."

Gage eyed up Dixie ruefully. "We found out the reason why." he shared.

Roy held up their H.T. still turned to a police channel.
"She just lost her grandmother three days ago. Apparently, the two were living
in that hillside mansion by themselves. Vince also found out for us that Annabelle
was apparently raised by her. Might explain a lot."

"Thanks." Early nodded, moving to the sweaty woman's head to take a look
at the collatoral damage inside of her mouth with a tongue depresser.

"Do you need us any more?" Johnny asked Joe, his eagerness to leave the room
betrayed by stiffly executed professionalism. He passed over the emptied
prescription bottle bearing Tanaka's name, also taking the radio from Roy as
DeSoto gathered up their medical gear.

Early shook his head and gestured to the two orderlies and a security guard
waiting discreetly by a wall. "We've got it handled."

The presence of the guard startled Johnny a bit. But then the necessity of it
quickly sank in.

Roy leaned into Annabelle and spoke once more into her ear. "Annabelle, these
people will take very good care of you. Don't you worry. You're safe now."

The semi-conscious girl didn't react through her recovery stupor.

Johnny turned back as he and Roy opened the door to leave. He pressed
the shattered portrait frame of Annabelle and her grandmother into Dixie's hands.
"This is hers. I... thought we were going to need it to find her next of kin. It broke
on the way in during the fight."

DeSoto sighed softly, his eyes both worried and empathetic. "Could you tell
her we're sorry for her loss?"

"I will." McCall promised, softly caressing the web of cracked glass over the
photograph. "I'll have this sent to Psych, after we get her admitted, to put into
her room."

The two paramedics didn't hear Joe snapping out orders to the support staff as
they stabilized Annabelle and got her set for a gastric lavage.

The door closed shut behind them.

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Once in the hallway, Gage and Roy stopped at the usual water fountain alcove but
they didn't drink.  Their minds were still very much on their recent patient.

Johnny fingered the antennae on their handy talkie.  "I know I've said it in the past,
but being on that call just now, drives it home real bad."

"You mean how you feel about going on peds runs?" Roy asked.

Gage nodded painfully.

DeSoto sighed again, glancing back at the door. "I can see how. She almost could be
child-like. She's not very big for her age. She's about the same age as my d--" he
broke off, uncomfortable with the comparison and the corollation.

"Yeah." Johnny agreed. "But your daughter's not the one who's suicidal. Maybe that's
what made it worse for me this time, the fact that Annabelle decided to be that way, so fast."

"Johnny, we don't know her previous mental history. Don't blame yourself for something
someone else did on their own. You know they're going to hold her for evaluation for at
least 72 hours. That will give the psychologist team and the grief counselor a good block
of time to figure out exactly how emotionally stable she is. She won't be permitted to
try again."

Gage shifted unhappily and looked at the floor.

"Hey. It's okay. Maybe we can stop by to see how she's doing later on." Roy said, absently
studying the oxygen apparatus and the drug box he carried in his hands.

Not saying anything, Gage abandoned the wall and started heading back towards
the squad at first. Then he changed his mind and pointed towards the nurse's lounge.

The idea of getting coffee, at any temperature, was suddenly overwhelmingly

Roy followed him eagerly.


Twenty minutes later, the gastrointestinal team had finished pumping out Annabelle's
stomach, completing the treatment that saved her life.

"Stay with her until we get the second set of lab results." Early told McCall. Then he left.

Dixie busied herself around her newest patient, gathering up damp towels and procedure
wrappers and general tidying up. All the while, she kept a soothing expression on her face
for Tanaka's benefit as she woke up bit by bit and began blinking blearily up at the overhead

The young woman didn't even question the loosened cotton restraints still wrapped around her
wrists.  "So I'm not dead." she said dead pan.

"Did you really want to be?" McCall asked her softly, wiping away some blood from the girl's
cheek with a cool towel.

This brought a spate of tears and Annabelle suddenly looked down at her hands. An attempt
to fidget with her nails was brought up short by the cloth manacles sharply. Their reality seemed
to stun Annabelle then.   Sharp distress filled her features. "I'm so sorry!" she sobbed. "I didn't
mean.. I..I.. didn't-- Oh, G*d. What did I try to do to those firefighters and that police
officer? They were only trying to help me."

Dixie drew up a stool and sat down by her side. A subtle backwards glance was enough to send
the security guard and the orderlies out of the room. Once they were alone, Dixie took Annabelle's
hand. "Absolutely nothing. The only one hurt was yourself.  And that was just a side effect of the Valium
being counteracted in your blood stream. I'm sure they knew you weren't being violent intentionally."

"Wasn't I?" Annabelle glared tearfully. "I was trying to commit the worst disgrace anyone in my
family has ever tried. I tried to kill myself. Smother my own soul." she choked, terrfied. "Nai Nai
will never forgive me."

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"Heyyy." Dixie said. "You're sick with grief, Annabelle. This was just a stupid, impulsive reaction
to suddenly losing family.  We never think straight when that happens. You'll work this out. Maybe
not today, but soon, after you're back on your feet."

Tanaka screwed her eyes shut tightly, sobbing. "I can't see how."

"We'll help you learn how. All we have to do is talk about it." Dixie smiled. "Now can you sit up a little?
That might help your breathing improve even faster."

Tanaka sighed, and then she took that first active step on the way to healing.


Dr. Brackett had abandoned his office.  What he had learned from the active scanner was dire.

He quickly gathered around the E.R. desk with a group of interns and orderlies. "The nurses are all
tied up with the day's patients. Here's the scoop. They've got a navy jet exercise that backfired. Two
planes collided in mid air. One crashed into the sea. The other plowed into the beach. But not before
it took out a shipping pier. Fire Department Headquarters is still in its initial response stages, rolling
out its people. I want this whole department expedited to Condition Orange. A.s.a.p.! Grab everything
you can and get it ready!" he ordered.


Out at the main E.R. entrance, Roy and Johnny were still belting in, when Squad 51 got its call.

##Squad 51, This is L.A.. Are you available for a response?##

"L.A, Squad 51. We're available." said Gage, mentally kicking himself for not clearing them status
wise a little sooner.

##Squad 51, Engine 51, Station 127, Foam 127, ..Aviation accident near the Gerald Desmond
Bridge. Explosion and fire with casualties. At the intersection of Long Beach Freeway, SR-710,
and Terminal Island, Port of Long Beach. The Coast Guard and Station 110 have been
dispatched to assist. Meet Battalion One at Incident Command on Pier Two. Time out: 4:06.##

"Squad 51, 10-4. Our E.T.A. from Rampart, twelve minutes." Gage replied when there was a radio
transmission gap.

They heard Cap's tired voice come over the speaker as he, too, acknowledged the call.
##Engine 51, responding, KMG 365.##

"Chet's probably freaking out.  A pier fire in full turnout and scba? In this heat?" Roy grinned
as the two of them put on their helmets.

"Yeah. I just hope Marco's okay. He's barely had time to cool down from our last fire call." Gage

"Let's hope Rest and Recovery has a good set up this time around. It wasn't their fault the water
ran out." DeSoto said, glancing at his partner as they quickly pulled onto the night blackened
boulevard with full lights and sirens.

"Maybe we'll get to do a little ocean swimming." Johnny hoped.

"In that water?" Roy eyed him up, incredulous.

"Sure. It's cold, isn't it?" Johnny smiled, leaning up against the wide open window.

"Relatively speaking. The nuclear plant's right there.  Have you forgotten?  All of the piers in
that neighborhood are surrounding a hot discharge pond." Roy insisted.  

The smile on Johnny's face instantly fell. "D*mn it. We just can't win today, can we?"
he said suddenly serious and irritated.

Roy didn't say anything at all, concentrating on the road flowing before them.

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Tense minutes passed as Roy and Johnny listened to the buzz of radio transmissions
tangling themselves around their call to gain more clues about what they'd be facing.

"That's a relief. We're not going to be first in."
Gage resigned himself to listing off possible scene complications he knew they might
be encountering as the hot wind from their open windows snagged his shirt.
"Magnesium fires..."

Roy countered. "Sea water nearby to control them or push them away from the pilots.
Surviving jet's on the beach." he reminded.

"Okay. How about the shipping pier? Unknown bills of laden, fumes." Gage frowned,
ticking off the possibilities on heat sweaty fingers.

"SCBA with our extra bottles lined up next to our medical supplies. If we're lucky, we'll
be doing triage as paramedics and not as full out firefighters with initial search
and rescue." DeSoto planned ahead while he hoped for an easier outcome for them.
"They know how busy we've been the last shift or two. Keep drinking water." he
prompted, sucking down a whole water bottle from the crate they had buckled in on the
floor between them beneath the radio. He still drove deftly, peering around it skillfully
while he drank it dry and then reached for another.

Gage's face flashed a surprise. "Water? Oh, yeah. I know I am, but I don't feel thirsty."
Johnny admitted.

"That's because you're still coming down from Annabelle. An overdose reversal like that
would disturb anybody. Your adrenalin always stays longer than mine."

"Mine's been high all week." Gage groaned, cracking open a water bottle and just sipping it.
"Crazy calls. Hot fires. Too many calls. This drought."

Roy glared at him convincingly. "Guzzle it. We're losing three times more hydration
than we think we are."

Johnny finally smiled. "Brackett's mantra?"

"In a pinch. Before one or both of us gets pinched by being stupid because
of a hotter than Hell summer on top of the job." DeSoto added with weight.

"Heaven forbid. A sign of weakness before the chief or Cap? That'll keep all of us smart."
Johnny laughed.

"I'll park near R and R before we check in and get ourselves deployed. That way their folks can
do a preliminary once over on us for the skinny on how we're doing condition wise."

"Outside eyes, Roy. I like that idea." Gage sighed, wiping heavy perspiration from his brow.
"It's hard to think straight today."

Roy nodded in agreement as Squad 51's sirens crackled in the heat. He squinted painfully
when even the red lights of the overhead Twin Sonic on the dark pavement seemed too harsh
to handle.

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