DISCLAIMER: All characters are the property of Mark VII and others. I'm just borrowing them. I do own the character of Julianna.
This is the first in my Something Special Series. Julianna is my OC. This story has it's own time line so I could play around with it a little.
"I'm telling you, Roy. She's the one," John Gage said to his partner, Roy DeSoto.
Roy looked at his young partner. He'd often seen him gaga over women and he tried to get excited about his partner's enthusiasm and offered a small smile.
"That's great, Johnny. Really," Roy said.
He put the squad in drive and they headed back to the station.
Gage and DeSoto got out of the squad and headed into the day room.
"Hey, guys," John asked as he grabbed a cup of coffee for him and Roy.
"Hey. How was your last call," Marco Lopez asked.
"Routine. Nothing like a simple cardiac case," John said, drinking his coffee.
Roy sat down and picked up the paper that had been discarded and started reading.
The tones sounded and the men jumped up and headed to their trucks.
"Station 51, respond to a traffic accident. 1-2-5-0 Ranchero Drive, at the intersection of Sundale and Ranchero. Time out 1234."
"Station 51. KMG365," Captain Stanley said before jumping into the truck and heading for the scene of the accident.
The men arrived on the scene and found two cars with damage.
They also noticed a woman walking to the injured. The paramedics headed toward the scene.
"You'll be just fine. Go to the hospital and they'll fix you right up," she said.
"Hey, we can take over, now," Roy said to the woman.
"Sorry, I was just trying to see if I could help," she said.
They surveyed the scene. Vince, their favorite police officer, was taking statements from witnesses.
Roy and John started examining their patients and found everyone 'seemed' to be fine after the accident.
John noticed the woman who'd been helping the patients after the accident was sitting on the curb, watching the chaos.
He made sure Roy was fine before he headed toward the woman on the curb.
"Are you OK," John asked, kneeling in front of her.
"Just a slight headache," she said, trying to ignore the paramedic in front of her.
John examined the bump on her head and felt bad when she flinched and pulled back from his touch. "Sorry. I don't feel anything broken," he said.
"I'm fine," she said.
"Yes, you are, but I'd like to check for myself," he said, his eyes holding both concern and amusement.
She allowed him to check her pupils and her pulse. He did a quick blood pressure check and looked at the woman.
She was watching the people milling about in front of her. The firemen spraying water to keep the gas from igniting. Men were around the cars, preparing them for removal from the sight.
The woman herself was quite striking. Her brown hair was pulled into a ponytail and her she was wearing jeans and a short sleeved sweater.
John found himself finding her to be very beautiful.
"I'm John," he said, offering his hand.
She took it and shook it. "Julianna," she said.
"Well, Julianna. Do you need a ride anywhere," he asked.
Julianna shook her head. "I live right there," she said, pointing to the cute bungalow just past the intersection, surrounded by trees.
Something about the location seemed familiar, but he couldn't figure it out. "Well, then you should be heading home," he said, waving as he walked away.
Julianna stood up and started walking toward her house. Suddenly she felt very faint and before she could stop herself, fell to the pavement.
John, who'd been with Roy packing up the equipment, saw the young woman falter and took off toward her. He caught her just before her head hit the pavement and he eased her down to the ground.
"Roy, I think we have a problem here," John said as his partner ran toward him with their gear.
John observed his patient. Her appearance had changed drastically in the past few minutes. Her skin was now clammy and she was diaphoretic. He checked her pulse and found it fast.
"What the hell just happened? She was talking to me just a minute ago," John said.
"I'll call Rampart," Roy said. He picked up the biophone and called Rampart.
"Rampart, this is Squad 51. We have a twenty-eight-year-old woman who appears to be injured from an auto accident. Patient was alert and speaking with paramedics before passing out. Patient has a rapid pulse of 140, bp of 80/50 and respirations are fast and shallow at 32."
"10-4, 51. Start an IV with Lactated Ringers. Keep monitoring and transport immediately," Dr. Joe Early said over the phone.
"10-4, Rampart. IV with Ringers and transport," Roy said. John was already prepping the woman for her IV. The ambulance attendants were there, waiting to transport the patient.
Roy helped load the patient and John jumped in the back of the ambulance to take the patient to Rampart. The patient had not regained consciousness and that was worrying John. They arrived at Rampart and were met at the door by Dr. Early and Dixie McCall, RN.
"Let's go into 1," Dixie said and they followed her lead and entered the room.
John helped transfer the patient to the gurney in the room.
"Dix, it's Julianna," Dr. Early said.
Dixie looked at Joe with alarm and concern. "Dr. Stoker," she asked, looking at the young woman.
"Doctor," John asked.
"She's the newest addition to the Rampart staff. An excellent physician. What happened," Early asked John.
"She was speaking with the injured in the accident. She had a small bump on her head and complained of a headache, but that was it. We were talking. She told me her name," John said, amazed at what had been revealed.
"Did Engine 51 report to the accident scene," Dixie asked.
John nodded, not knowing what she wanted to know that information. John was about to ask Dixie what she was talking about when Roy came into the room.
"She OK," Roy asked.
"Roy, is the Engine back at the station," Dixie asked.
"Yeah. They just reported back to quarters," Roy said.
Dixie left the room without answering the questioning looks on the two paramedics faces.
John looked at the woman. There was something about her that seemed familiar and he wasn't sure what that was.