Title: Dream No More…
Author: Gypsy
Comments: Sure. Flames and Kisses are welcome all the same.
gypsybaby1@attbi.com
Spoilers: None.
Archive: Please ask first.
Rating: errr.. NC-17 or PG depending on the chapter ~L~.
Disclaimers: The characters (Donovan, Jake, Alex, and Cody) involved the property of NBC Entertainment, a division of the National Broadcasting Company. No copyright infringement is intended. Original characters however, are the property of the author. So this means you can't sue me. Unless you want my car payment, collection of river rocks, unique goblets and my clones... who only mind me... sometimes…
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The paramedics were working furiously on the patient as the ambulance raced through the streets. Cars and pedestrians both gave way and stared in marvel as the red truck sped along.
"Breaths are shallow, pulse is dropping!"
"How far out are we?"
"Two minutes!"
The machine that measured the heart rate let loose a loud and steady beep – flatline.
"V-Fib! Charge the paddles up!"
"Charging… ready!"
The lead paramedic jerked the shock paddles up and placed them over the woman's heart. "Clear!" When all hands were off, he discharged the paddles.
The woman's body jerked, the machine chirped twice before flatlining again.
"Charge it!" He waited for the machine to signal. When it beeped, he placed the paddles on her chest again. "Clear!" Again the woman's body jerked and her heart caught its rhythm again, beating stronger than it did before. "We got her, she's steady for now but if we don't get her to the ER she's gonna flatline again!"
"We're here!" The bus screeched to a halt and the rear doors flew open to greet a team of doctors and nurses with a gurney standing by. The paramedics pulled the woman out of the ambulance as one of the doctors crawled onto the gurney. As they ran the woman in, one of the policemen stationed in the ER caught sight of black tactical gear, a Kevlar vest and windbreaker bearing the bright yellow letters "FBI". He shook his head sadly as the emergency team raced around the corner out of sight into a trauma bay.
"Gimme the run down…" the head doctor barked.
"Pulse… heart rate… had to shock twice. Three bullet wounds, one in the upper left chest, clean exit… another to the lower left pelvis, no exit wound… the one we're concerned about is the other chest wound." The lead paramedic looked at the doctor right before they shifted the woman off of the gurney onto the table. "No exit, unable to determine extent of damage."
"Thank you guys, we'll take it from here…"
The two paramedics who had been working on the woman since they were called to the scene backed off and stood off to the side. The older one shook his head. Damned shootouts… always wound up with one of the good buys being wounded.
"How the hell did they penetrate the Kevlar?"
"That's not our business. We've got to find out just how bad those chest injuries are. Keller, Blanks, find out where that pelvic wound is going."
Doctors Keller and Blanks pulled out the portable sonogram and started on her lower abdomen as the other attending doctor started examining the opposite side of her chest.
"This one's clear, a clean wound, no shrapnel, no other damage. Ladies and gentlemen, this isn't the one that's gonna kill her… it's the other one or that pelvis. Keller!"
"Sonogram shows… bullet lodged in her large intestine. She's going to need surgery for this one, looks like there's uterine damage, one possibly both ovaries are trashed. I hope she's had all the children she ever wants cuz she's never having any more."
"Save the commentary for the locker room, right now we're in the business of saving her life. Call the OR-"
The heart machine sounding out another flatline interrupted them all.
"SHIT! Charge the paddles to 300!"
'Hell is the truth seen too late… but I have seen the truth… and the truth is…'
'Hello again.'
She looked up and for a moment, a flash of doubt passed across her face.
'Do not be afraid.'
The woman snarled and spat back, 'I am not afraid. I do not fear death!'
'Have the Gates of Death been opened unto thee?'
'Do not play words games with me! It was you who have opened them for me.'
'It was not Me who opened the Gates….'
'Right… then who shot me? Who is responsible?'
'Is it that important?'
'Do not mock me! It was you who pulled the trigger, your bullets that brought me to the ground.'
'Are you sure?'
'Again you mock me, do not do it!'
'Then answer your own question… why are you here?'
'I..' She looked around and sighed resolutely. 'I am dying.'
'Yes.'
"She's not responding!"
"Jesus Christ charge them up again!!"
The young police officer found himself drawn back to the Trauma Bay. He watched with morbid fascination as the team of doctors tried to get the woman stabilized enough to move her up to the operating room. She was pretty. He'd never seen an FBI Agent that was this pretty. Something glittered on her left hand… a ring… she was married. He wondered if the husband knew she was here. Again he watched as the doctors and nurses stepped back and the machine discharged it's electric current into her body, shocking her heart back to a viable rhythm. She lived… No… it flatlined again…
FBI… If she was FBI, where was the rest of her team? The FBI always operated in a team, at the very least in a pair. There was always a senior Agent nearby… Officer Hines frowned. Even being the rookie that he was, Hines didn't remember hearing anything in roll call this morning about a possible FBI operation… His eyes drifted down to her right hand… it was clenched into a fist.
She sighed. 'So, if you are not responsible, then who is?'
'You ask questions where you should be fighting for your life.'
'You… you put the bullet into the gun, you pulled the trigger.' She looked up at the man before her.
'I was just the instrument. He made me as I am and fate brought me to you. It is the same as if you had put the gun into my hand and pulled the trigger itself..'
'You lie. You are a murderer… you are responsible for this!'
'Do you honestly believe that? Ask yourself this – Who is ultimately responsible? Who is it that loads the guns of fate?'