The darkness is all around. A small team of three is in sleeping bags, waiting for the next orders.
"Come on, there has to be something to go back home to" Callie whispers to her best friends.
"I'm just a doctor Cal" Owen says quietly.
"Well I'm studying to be a doctor" The Latina argues.
"I have a sister" Tim interrupts.
"Good looking" Owen asks, a playful tone.
"You don't have a chance with her" Tim laughs.
"Is that a challenge" The red head asks.
"Cal has a better chance than you do" He whispers.
"Oh so she's..." Owen lets the sentence trail off.
"Oh I'll have to meet her" Callie licks her lips playfully.
"You should, you'd love her" He smiles at the thought of his best friend and his sister.
"I'll gladly do that. This is your last tour isn't it" Callie asks.
"No but I get to go home for six months after this mission. Arizona is going to fly back home for me" He says, happiness in his voice.
"We should get some sleep guys" Owen interrupts.
"Come on Owen, you know if she wasn't gay you'd be all over it too" Callie says, lightly pushing at Owen.
"Fine, just don't go blaming me when we wake up and you get shot because you're not awake enough" He says.
"My god Owen. You sure you're a doctor" Tim jokes.
"I'm Major Hunt, I studied at Harvard, I did my residency at Maryland Shock Trauma Center before enlisting in the army shortly after the events of nine eleven" He says.
"Didn't ask for your whole life story dude" Tim jokes.
"Whatever G I Joe" Owen shoots back.
"Wooh guys, cool it" Callie interrupts.
"We're okay Cal" Owen says.
"Yeah, we always fight like this" Tim laughs.
The sound of gunfire snaps them all up.
Callie is running behind Tim. Owen behind Callie. Something flies out of Tim's pocket. Callie stops and picks it up, they aren't being chased anymore anyways.
Callie gets to the paper, looking at it.
"Woh" She gasps to herself when she sees the picture.
The sound of new gunfire causes her to shove it in her pocket and run after where Tim and Owen went.
"Come on Tim, hold on for me" Owen yells, putting pressure over the bullet wound.
"Take care of Cal" Tim whispers, looking up into Owen's blue eyes.
"You are going to go home and get your sister and her together, you hear me" Owen orders.
Tim raises his hand, placing it over Owen's.
"Let me go" He whispers.
"No, we can get you back to the hospital and they can save you. They can save you at the hospital" Owen whispers, tears in his eyes.
"Owen, I'm not going to make it" Tim says sternly.
"Oh my god" Callie whispers as she comes upon the two men.
"Hey Cal" Tim manages to smile.
"Is he going to..." Callie asks, looking to the experienced trauma surgeon.
Owen looks up to Callie. Tears in his blue eyes. Something clicks in the Latina's head and she nods.
Callie walks over to Tim's head, sitting down and pulling his head into her lap, stroking his hair.
"You'd love her" Tim whispers, looking up into sad brown eyes.
"If she's anything like you, I'm sure I would" Callie smiles sadly.
"She's got these blue eyes, full of so much joy. She works with children, some children's surgeon. You'd love her so much" Tim gasps for air.
"I love you buddy" Owen whispers, his voice cracking.
"I love" He takes his final breath, "You two."