Disclaimer: not mine obviously. It was only a matter of time before there was a story titled as such(title subject to change). The only characters I own are the ones not in the original or in the remake (could be one could be many). I am just warning you my updates will be sporadic. I work 62ish hours a week because I like to torture myself. The jury is still out as to weather this will be a Holtzmann/OC story.

Jillian watched as the younger girl typed away at her computer. She couldn't have been much younger than her but they way she looked while typing was pure concentration. A poorly timed lab experiment sent Dr. Holtzmann to the emergency room with a nice gash on her left hand. Every so often the girl typing would glance up at her to see how she was doing. This time she caught her patient looking right back.

"Can I get you something?" Her voice was patient and quiet. A phrase asked millions of times each week, each one said the same way in same tone as a mother to a child.

"Can I leave soon? This place is too stuffy for me." Jillian replied as she held the towel on her left hand a little tighter.

The younger girl smiled a little but didn't laugh. "Once we get your hand stitched up so it stops bleeding then you can leave." She turned to walk away but Jillian impulsively reached for her arm only to miss. The girl stopped at the door with her back turned towards the woman sitting cross legged on the bed. "I don't do well with being touched. I'll be right back, let me get a suture kit and we'll get you out of here." This time as she spoke there was a smile on her face but her eyes were sad.

That phrase puzzled Holtzmann. Who didn't like to be touched? This girl intrigued her in an odd sense. In a place where you touch people all day, you fear human contact. At that moment the girl came back with a tray of supplies and set them up close by before pulling a chair along side the bed where Holtzmann sat.

The girl expertly went to work mending the nice two inch gash on Holtzmann's outer left wrist. As she worked she was humming a song softly to keep her concentration. She knew something was pressing on her patients mind so she paused and looked up at Holtzmann. "You have a question for me?" The girl asked meeting the fellow girls gaze."

"Two questions actually. One you never actually told me your name and two I know the scope of practice of a nurse and I've never seen one actually sit and suture a wound." Holtzmann looked at the girl with a curious gaze. She just smiled softly and went back to work.

"My name is Katarina Dawson. I've always known the basics of suturing. It comes with the ER territory. About 3 months ago I was caught in the middle of Times Square during that ghost thing on my way to work. I was hit in the leg by a rogue piece of metal. I barely made it to work on time. Once I was here I limped to the supply closet and cleaned and sutured my own wound. Apparently it had never been done before and I got certified to be able to do them if I feel the need."

Holtzmann knew what incident she was referring to. "You weren't scared?"

"No. Those monsters can be banished. I see real ones on a daily basis." She finished up the final suture and applied a light layer of antibiotic ointment. "If you feel like it you can take those out by yourself in seven days. If not I can do it for you." her offer was simple as she cleaned up her things.

Holtzmann looked at the stitching on her wrist. It was meticulous and perfect. "I'll let you take then out." she smiled as she responded to the question.

Katarina couldn't help but smile back." I get that alot. I'll see you in a week. Just stop in and tell the front desk you are here to see Katarina for suture removal." she handed Holtzmann her discharge papers and had her sign the release before leaving the room.

There was a look of pure puzzlement on Holtzmann's face as Katarina left. The girl looked familiar but she couldn't place it. She checked out of the ER and as she was walking to her car she saw Katarina walking to hers. It was 745pm and her shift was over. The blonde scientist watched in curiosity as she was curious as to what vehicle she got in. They say choice of transportation says alot about a person. Her choice surely spoke volumes as she climbed on the back of a red Ducati sport bike motorcycle. Her sling pack rested comfortably against her back as she put her helmet on and drove away. In a flash she remembered the girl. She was Dark Shadow, a motorcycle racer who always raced Ducati a few years ago. The only thing people ever saw of Dark Shadow were her crystal blue eyes. No other defining characteristics were ever noted. They say she disappeared a few months ago when she just stopped showing up for races. Holtzmann knew she would encounter the girl again, next week. With that thought she got in the new model Ecto1 and drove back to the firehouse.

Meanwhile on a nearby rooftop sat a woman looking at a notebook. With a flourish she wrote 'Jillian Holtzmann+ Katarina Dawson' before ripping out the page and burning it. The embers were tossed out to the street and she walked away.

From the street Katarina paused off to the side and glanced up to the building the girl just walked away from. Her brow furrowed under her helmet, her sister was back. The falling embers were noticed immediately and she knew a spell of sorts had been cast by her sister. "I don't know what spell Scarlett just cast but it's about to get ugly and Egon isn't around anymore to stop her."

This is where I stop for now. As I was writing I developed a general plan as to how I'm going to take this story. Reviews are appreciated and loved!

No flames will be tolerated. This is subject to editing and change. Enjoy my lovelies!

~Stormey~