Disclamer: I own nothing of NCIS!

Emma walked into the ice arena at the same time she always did, 6000, every morning but Sunday. Jim sat behind his desk as normal, ready for Emma to pay for her ice time. Emma walked over to him and Jim smiled. "Hey Emma. Punch card again?" He asked her. Emma nodded as he looked up her name, head bobbing along to her iPod. "Good to go." He informed her. Emma walked over to put on her skates, shoving the last bit of her snack in her mouth, with her iPod still playing. As usual Emma did her off-ice warm up before she even laced up her skates. Emma wore a typical outfit of figure skating practice. A club sweater, tights and shorts. Jim had always wondered how the figure skater's didn't get cold.

"Working again Jim?" Emma asked as she stretched. She took and ear bud out so she could hear him. And Jim wondered how these girls were so flexible.

"Yeah." He told her. "Got another shift this week." Jim usually worked Monday's, Wednesday's, Friday's and Saturday's mornings so Emma saw him a lot. She wasn't used to seeing him on a Thursday but it didn't surprise her. As she laced up her skates she thought ahead to the competition in a few weeks. She wasn't sure her spin was ready yet, spin's had never been her favorite nor her best skill. Emma was really good at spirals though. Jim seemed to know what she was thinking. "Competition soon?" He asked her. Emma nodded.

"I'm just not sure I'm ready." She admitted.

"You'll be fine. I've seen you your good." Jim said reassuringly.

"There's one problem, Jim. The other girls are good too." Emma said with a sign.

"Your-"Jim started but Emma had already left, iPod sitting on the table. Jim knew she wouldn't take it onto the ice. He watched Emma for a while, doing her warm up routine. He watched her as she jump, and spun. He watched her as she fell and got back up and yet again wondered how the figure skater's didn't get cold. Emma fell yet again. Jim winced, he could tell it was a hard fall, but Emma just stood up like nothing happened, and then stepped off the ice. Emma walked over to her stuff, and grabbed her wallet out of her bag.

"Red Gatorade please." She said to Jim grabbing some money out of her wallet. Jim grabbed a red Gatorade from the giant fridge, and handed it over to her, as Emma gave him the money.

Sitting down Emma put her ear buds back in, probably trying to listen to her competition music. A man walked in. He spotted Emma and seemed to start to hyperventilate. Jim rushed out from behind the desk, and tried to help the man. He managed to get a few words out of his mouth.

"Have to tell her. Have to warn her." He said then looked straight at Emma. "Have to warn you." He finished then collapsed. Jim tried to help him. Emma ran over to the man.

"Jim can I help?" She asked franticly.

Jim replied with, "Call 911, then grab the AED." He started CPR. Emma ran back over to her bag, quite hard as she was still in skates, grabbed her cell, dialed and ran over to get the AED. It didn't even register that she didn't realize Jim knew CPR.

"This is 911, what is your emergency?" A female voice asked.

"A man just collapsed at the ice rink. I think he's dying!" Emma replied handing Jim the AED. Jim was doing CPR. "A man is doing CPR to him." Emma informed.

"Address?" The women asked calmly. Emma gave it to her. "Please stay on the line until help comes." Emma was told, and she did.