Rain. It washed down the window in front of Dr. Amanda Bentley. She
could hardly make out the shape of a tree a few yards beyond the glass. The
storm had hit hard and fast, taking the city by surprise. Amanda knew that
the emergency room in Community General hospital would be frantic with
injured people from the rain-slicked streets. She had been having a slow
week in pathology, and hoped that she wasn't in for a sudden onslaught. If
people could see what I see in one day in the path lab, they'd be more ten
times more cautious on the road.
Lt. Steve Sloan was also having a slow day. This kind of weather isn't even fit for criminals. Steve was sitting at his desk, ten minutes away from heading home. He'd spent most of his day shuffling pages, pretending to catch up on paper work. The only real work he'd finished was putting together an office hockey pool - five bucks in, winner gets dinner at Bob's. Even the Captain was signed up and spending today's lag time figuring out his player picks. When the last minute ticked by, Steve headed out into the rain. He had a long night of boredom ahead of him. Jesse was dropping by to go over the restaurant books with him.
Dr. Mark Sloan yawned. He'd been working hard lately. A flu had been passing through the hospital, and Mark was taking up extra shifts for ill doctors. Given the added volume of patients since the storm hit, Mark had scarcely sat down in the last 15 hours. He was leaning against the reception desk in the ER. Yawning again, he nodded at Dr. Jesse Travis, who had caught his attention. Jesse fell pray to the contagious effect, and yawned as well. He had surprised Mark earlier by announcing that he liked the rainy weather. Jesse had then explained that once the storm passed on to the south, it would kick up some waves at his favorite surfing locations. Mark knew that Jesse was also happiest when he was busy at work. The influx of storm-related injuries, though unfortunate, was putting the young doctor in his element. Mark was about to sign out when his phone rang.
"Hello?" "Hey dad." "Steve, how are things?" "Good dad, listen, I just stepped in and caught the news report, it looks like the storm is about to pick up the pace. Are you going to be finished there soon?" "I'm heading home now," assured Mark. Amanda stepped up beside Mark, and mouthed "Steve?", pointed at the phone. "Listen Steve, Amanda is here, she wants to talk to you. I'll see you at home soon. " said Mark, and he handed her the phone.
"Hi, Steve how's my favorite Supercop?" "What do you want, Amanda?" "Well, if you want to be so direct, I have a few more things to wrap up here, and I was wondering if you could pick up CJ for me. I can drop by your place and get him in less than an hour." "I guess so. The storm is supposed to be picking up soon, so you be careful. Don't stay at the hospital too long." "You're the best. Bye" "Bye Amanda."
By the time Amanda arrives to pick up CJ, the storm is in full force. The wind is merciless as she staggers into the Sloan's beach house. "Steve? Hello?" she calls, as she walks through the front door. "Amanda!" calls Mark, "We've been waiting for you. This weather is getting dangerous!" CJ runs to meet his mother and is met with a long hug." "Coffee anyone?" calls Steve from the kitchen. "Yes, Amanda, you must stay here until the storm settles a bit," adds Mark. The coffee is poured and the three friends settle in for a what should be a relaxing evening.
Lt. Steve Sloan was also having a slow day. This kind of weather isn't even fit for criminals. Steve was sitting at his desk, ten minutes away from heading home. He'd spent most of his day shuffling pages, pretending to catch up on paper work. The only real work he'd finished was putting together an office hockey pool - five bucks in, winner gets dinner at Bob's. Even the Captain was signed up and spending today's lag time figuring out his player picks. When the last minute ticked by, Steve headed out into the rain. He had a long night of boredom ahead of him. Jesse was dropping by to go over the restaurant books with him.
Dr. Mark Sloan yawned. He'd been working hard lately. A flu had been passing through the hospital, and Mark was taking up extra shifts for ill doctors. Given the added volume of patients since the storm hit, Mark had scarcely sat down in the last 15 hours. He was leaning against the reception desk in the ER. Yawning again, he nodded at Dr. Jesse Travis, who had caught his attention. Jesse fell pray to the contagious effect, and yawned as well. He had surprised Mark earlier by announcing that he liked the rainy weather. Jesse had then explained that once the storm passed on to the south, it would kick up some waves at his favorite surfing locations. Mark knew that Jesse was also happiest when he was busy at work. The influx of storm-related injuries, though unfortunate, was putting the young doctor in his element. Mark was about to sign out when his phone rang.
"Hello?" "Hey dad." "Steve, how are things?" "Good dad, listen, I just stepped in and caught the news report, it looks like the storm is about to pick up the pace. Are you going to be finished there soon?" "I'm heading home now," assured Mark. Amanda stepped up beside Mark, and mouthed "Steve?", pointed at the phone. "Listen Steve, Amanda is here, she wants to talk to you. I'll see you at home soon. " said Mark, and he handed her the phone.
"Hi, Steve how's my favorite Supercop?" "What do you want, Amanda?" "Well, if you want to be so direct, I have a few more things to wrap up here, and I was wondering if you could pick up CJ for me. I can drop by your place and get him in less than an hour." "I guess so. The storm is supposed to be picking up soon, so you be careful. Don't stay at the hospital too long." "You're the best. Bye" "Bye Amanda."
By the time Amanda arrives to pick up CJ, the storm is in full force. The wind is merciless as she staggers into the Sloan's beach house. "Steve? Hello?" she calls, as she walks through the front door. "Amanda!" calls Mark, "We've been waiting for you. This weather is getting dangerous!" CJ runs to meet his mother and is met with a long hug." "Coffee anyone?" calls Steve from the kitchen. "Yes, Amanda, you must stay here until the storm settles a bit," adds Mark. The coffee is poured and the three friends settle in for a what should be a relaxing evening.