As usual, I don't own Emergency! All credit goes to Jack Webb, R.A. Cinader, and Universal Studios. This is not the fluff that I usually write, so I'm sorry if it sounds awkward or forced. Constructive criticism is always appreciated, hate comments are not. Anonymous reviews will NOT be kept.

April 28th, 1990

Dixie and Kel in the front seats, talking about work and the kids. The 5-year-old twins in the back, Abby laughing at something Andy said. They're off work, the day is beautiful. A picnic basket in the trunk of the car, awaiting their arrival at the park just outside of Carson.

The next moment, everything is black.

"Mama!" Abby's shrill voice fills the car. "Daddy!"

Dixie hears her, wants to go to her, but she can't move. Can't even open her eyes. Abby's screams grow quieter, fading as Dixie slips into unconciousness.

Dixie bolts awake, her heart pounding. Even now, nearly four years after the accident, she still is still plauged by nightmares. The physical wounds have faded by now. She and Kel have long since returned to work at Rampart. Abby and Andy are in 3rd grade, unaffected by that day four years before. She looks over at Kel, sleeping beside her, and the memories become clear once again.

May 30th, 1986

*klaxon blares* Station 51, motor vehicle accident, with injuries. Corner of Wesson and 8th. Wesson and 8th. Ambulance is responding. Time out, 08:28.

B-shift captain John Gage acknowledges the call and hands the slip to his paramedics before jogging to his place in the engine, next to engineer Marco Lopez.

"It's about 8 blocks away," John says.

Marco nods. Quiet to begin with, the responsibility of his new title has all but silenced him. He starts the engine and steers out of the station, following the squad.

A couple minutes later, Station 51 pulls up to the wreck. By the time Johnny reaches the side of the engine, Marco has the jaws out.

They survey the scene. Two cars, both in bad shape. A police car is already there, the officers taking witness' statements. Johnny walks over to get a better look at the cars, and his eyes nearly pop out of his head as he recognized the bronw 4-door.

"Oh God no," he whispers, running over. His fears confirmed, John turns to his crew. "Get them out," he says, his mind racing as he tries to keep his cool. "Get. Them. Out."

Tom Keaton, one of his linemen, come over from examining the other car.

"Cap," he says solemnly, "the other car contains only one victim, a male, age approximately 45. Jake was able to force the door open, and Dylan pronounced him DOA. We won't know for sure until we get the coroner's report, but Dylan suspects he was drunk."

"Damn," Johnny mutters to himself, remembering the car accident six years before that Dr. Brackett had blamed himself for.

"Cap," Jake Anderson, the other lineman, comes running over. "We got the other car open. 4 victims-"

Before he can finish, Johnny speaks for him. "One male, age 44, one female, age 43, one male and one female, both age 5."

Jake and Tom stare at him in shock.

He ignores their open mouths. "Ben!" he shouts to his other paramedic, "set up the link with Rampart and I want to talk to them!"

To Be Continued...