Author's Note:
I would like to begin by saying that this is my first venture into the fascinating world of fanfiction... hopefully some of you will find this small offering worth reading. :)
Instead of creating a completely original plot, I decided to "test the waters" with my own version of what happens next in the Adam-12 episode, "The Search". If any of you haven't seen this episode, I would recommend you check it out.
Episode summary (just in case) - Malloy and Reed have just received unit 1-Adam-12 back after routine maintenance. Their first call is a 211. During the pursuit they find out that their radio is not working correctly. When they stop, Reed chases down one suspect and Malloy goes in pursuit of the car. While in Griffith Park, Pete takes a turn too fast, loses control of the car, and crashes. Sergeant MacDonald begins an extensive search. Pete, having sustained internal injuries and a broken leg, has a very hard time getting out of the car. He makes a splint for his leg out of the shotgun and some rags. When Pete sees the police helicopter he tries to signal them, but can't get into the trunk to retrieve the flares. Not long afterwards, an escaped convict named Boone Wexel finds him. Instead of helping, he takes the shotgun and some ammunition, and also pulls the microphone off the wires. Having searched the Griffith Park extensively, Mac moves the search to a new area. Jim has been given a new area, but returns to the park. Pete manages to signal SOS using the exposed radio wires. Jim hears the signal, and tells Mac. He asks Pete questions about his location (asking him to signal one for yes and two for no) as he shines the large flashlight into the underbrush. He finally pinpoints Pete's location, rushes down the embankment, and sees his friend. He kneels down and checks for a pulse, as Pete whispers, "Partner" and the episode ends.
I hope my fellow Adam-12 fans will find this expanded ending satisfactory. :) I have to admit I took some liberties in this writing. This will be clearly evident when you see DeSoto and Gage from "Emergency!" arrive as the paramedics, (though Rampart would not respond to an accident in Adam-12's Central Division). Roy and Johnny just worked their way into my story and I couldn't refuse them. :)
I do not own the rights to "Adam-12" (or "Emergency!") and this story has not been written for monetary gain of any kind.
Enjoy (and please review!)
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Chapter 1
Only a few moments ago Pete had faintly murmured "Partner." Until that second, Jim feared that he had reached his friend too late...
"Pete? C'mon, please talk to me... where are you hurt?" Jim had knelt down next to his partner and was checking his pulse. He could see a cut on Malloy's forehead and there was dried blood trailing down the right side of his face. The microphone, or what was left of it, was lying on the ground next to his hand. Pete took a deep breath.
"My... leg..." Wincing, Pete paused for a second. "It's broken...I think...internal... injuries..." His voice trailed off and his eyes closed. There was so much more he wanted to say. He wanted to tell Jim that he was glad to see him. He needed to explain how proud he had been when he heard Jim come back to the park - following his instincts even when it meant disobeying orders.
With each second that ticked by, Pete found himself feeling more and more tired. He had been fighting off the dizziness and exhaustion all night - a night that was probably the longest he could remember. Every muscle in his body hurt and his leg was throbbing. Pete took another deep breath and closed his eyes.
His thoughts wandered back to Jim's first day on the police force. He pictured the wide-eyed kid who said "Sir" every two seconds. Jim had turned into a top notch officer and a true friend. A friend? Who was he kidding? Jim was more than a friend. Somehow, out of the hundreds of officers on the police force, God had decided to send him Jim Reed to fill the place of a brother. These were the things he wanted to say. Now, if only he could keep his eyes open...
The red lights of an ambulance were flashing through the trees, and Jim could hear the wail of an approaching siren. He knew he should go up the embankment to show the driver where to come, but Pete had reached up and was holding his arm.
"Pete? Pete? The ambulance is here Pete - I need to bring them down here." Jim anxiously searched his partner's face for a sign that he had understood. Pete's grip on his arm never relaxed and the younger officer decided he wasn't going anywhere.
"I'm right here. You're going to be okay- I promise!" Jim looked in the direction of the sirens. Through the underbrush he could see an ambulance, a fire truck, a wrecker, and at least six patrol cars converging on the scene. Sergeant MacDonald had parked only a few feet away from the path created by 1-Adam-12 when Pete had lost control of the unit.
"Mac! Down here! Make sure they bring a stretcher!"
Sergeant MacDonald arrived only seconds after Jim called, with the paramedics and several other officers in tow.
"He's really hurt, Mac. He told me his leg is broken and he has internal injuries. He has a cut on his forehead, maybe a concussion..."
The paramedics were carrying the stretcher and other bags from their vehicle. They hurried down the hill towards the car.
"You'll have to move over..."
Reed looked up. The voice belonged to Johnny Gage from Rampart General Hospital. The tone was gentle but firm. "I know he's your partner, but you have to trust us to take care of him now."
Obediently, Jim gently pulled away from Pete's hand and moved out of the way. He went to stand by Sergeant MacDonald and they both watched as the two paramedics went to work. They were checking their patient's vital signs and preparing him to be moved to the stretcher.
"It looks like he tried to make a splint... look at these ties." Roy DeSoto waved his hand in the direction of Pete's leg.
"I wonder what happened? There's certainly no splint now..." Johnny was half talking to himself and half addressing the officers in the background.
"We need to get Accident Investigation down here. They can tell us more about what happened." Mac turned to Jerry Woods, one of the officers who had just arrived on scene. "Woods! Call A/I and get them to meet me here."
"Yes Sir." Jerry disappeared back up the embankment.
Mac turned to Jim, concerned about how his officer was handling the stressful situation. "Are you doing okay?"
"Don't worry about me. I'm fine."
Jim frowned and started to move towards the paramedics when they lifted Pete onto the stretcher. Mac's outstretched hand stopped him. "Just let them work. They'll take care of him."
"I want to go with him to Rampart. You don't need me here."
"Well it's alright with me, but you'll have to clear it with..."
Roy didn't wait for either officer to ask his permission. "Of course you're coming. Get over here and help me get him to the ambulance."
Jim smiled in appreciation and hurried over to his partner's side. Gage was gathering the equipment. Roy and Jim led the way up the hill with Pete on the stretcher between them. Mac watched them leave and spoke a quiet prayer that his friend would be okay. Behind him, Officers' Grant, Walters, Brinkman, Wells, Sanchez, and Miller stood silent.
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