This idea came to me last night and I've decided to run with it. The idea is to have a story where each chapter title is based around one of the prompts.

Hopefully it will work.

Oh and I don't know why it's always Jackie I put in these situations, I'll need to amend that one day.

Pain

Hammering his fist against the door, Robbie turned to Jackie, "Door's locked."

Letting out a deep sigh, Jackie waved her hand at the lock. "On you go," she told him.

Grinning he picked the lock quickly, letting the door swing open. "Would you look at that," he commented, "it was open all along."

She raised an eyebrow, her smile widening. "Imagine that."

Stepping into the flat, Robbie headed in the direction of the bedroom, while Jackie checked the kitchen, a moment later she heard Robbie yell out in annoyance as their suspect darted out of the bedroom door and raced out of the flat.

Jackie went after him, knowing that Robbie wouldn't be far behind her. She caught up with him in the back entrance to the tenement, grabbing his arm. He whirled around on his heel, punching her in the stomach, causing her grasp to loosen and giving him the leverage he needed to slip away. Making to run after him, she let out a pained gasp her hand reaching out to grab hold of the doorframe, her other hand clutching her side. She swore under her breath, that had damn well hurt.

"You let him get away," Robbie snapped irritably as he appeared at her side.

"Because you were so much help," she replied sharply.

"Little Bastard got a lucky punch in." He felt his cheek gingerly. "It's going to bruise, I can tell."

"Worried about your precious good looks?"

"Nah, women like a bit of danger in a man," he grinned over at her, his smile turning to a frown when he saw her. "You ok?" he asked in concern.

"Fine, just winded," she assured him, "it looks like he got two lucky punches in." She tried to straighten up and winced, doubling over again, the hand that had been clutching her side hitting the wall in frustration.

"Shit!" She heard Robbie swear loudly, moving in front of her.

"What is it?"

"I don't think that was just a lucky punch," he informed her, his face pale as he hurriedly dug his mobile out of his pocket.

Jackie looked down to see her blue shirt was stained red and that her hand was covered with blood, she touched the dampness gingerly and bit back a moan as a flash of pain rocketed through her. "He must have had a knife," she groaned.

Robbie's eyes stayed on her as he asked for an ambulance, hanging up he moved closer to her. "We need to put pressure on the bleed," he told her

"I know," she replied, suddenly feeling horribly shaky now that the adrenaline of the chase had worn off. "I think I'm going to sit down," she added quietly. Lowering herself to the ground she was slightly surprised to see Robbie do the same. "You don't have to, floor's freezing."

"Not my main concern just now," he replied, tugging her into his side as he pressed his hands firmly against the wound, causing her to wince. "Ambulance is on the way."

"You'll need to call the Boss."

He pulled a face. "He won't be happy."

"Some things never change," Jackie laughed lightly, shifting slightly when she realised that that just made the pain worse, she screwed her eyes shut as she tried to focus on something else other than the pulsating pain in her stomach.

Robbie shook her shoulder almost violently, his voice harsher than he intended he told her, "You need to keep your eyes open, Jackie."

Her eyes snapped open and she glared up at him. "I know, I only shut them for a second."

He let out a relieved sigh, "Sorry, you had me worried for a minute."

"I'll be fine," she assured him, squeezing his free hand.

Nodding, he replied solemnly, "Good because if you're not then the paperwork's gonna take me ages."

She slapped his hand in mock outrage. "Oh you're all heart."

Laughing against her hair, he tried to reign the panic he was really feeling under some form of control, he could feel his hands starting to tremble slightly as the moments passed and he still couldn't hear any sirens. "I'll kill the son of a bitch when I get my hands on him," he breathed out angrily.

Jackie shook her head, which if anything just increased the dizziness she now felt. "Don't you dare go off on one," she warned him. "He isn't worth it."

"Not sure how you're going to stop me on this one," he replied, although his tone was back to being light hearted.

"I'll find a way."

"You would," he snorted. He let out a sigh of relief as he heard the wail of sirens grow closer. "Thank God," he whispered.

She tilted her head so that she could look at him. "Sorry about your shirt," she mumbled noticing that it was stained red.

"I've got a ton of them, believe me it doesn't matter," he assured her. "I can replace the shirt."

"That very nearly sounded sweet, you'll need to watch that."

"Wouldn't worry, I'm sure I'll snap out of it soon."

"So what happened?" Burke asked, walking over to where Robbie was leaning against the wall, sipping at a cup of coffee.

"Guy gave me the slip, Jackie went after him and it turns out he had a knife." He shook his head angrily. "By the time I got there he was long gone."

"Wouldn't worry 'bout that," Burke informed him shortly. "Most of uniform is out looking for him, no-one's too happy about this. How is she?"

"Doctor's are in with her just now, she's conscious though and that has to be a good thing, doesn't it?"

Stuart nodded, his face pale as he tried not to look at the dried blood on Robbie's shirt, he replied, "Yeah, course it is."

Robbie gulped down the rest of his coffee and crushed the plastic cup in his hand. "Should never have let him catch me off guard," he grumbled.

"Happens to us all," Burke told him calmly. "We'll get him, don't you worry about that."

His eyes fixed on the door opposite, Robbie moved swiftly forward when the doctor stepped outside. Jumping in front of him, he asked, "How is she?"

The man blinked rapidly at his sudden appearance before recovering quickly. "You came in with Ms Reid?" he checked.

"Yeah, is she ok?"

He gave the group a reassuring smile. "She's doing well, she'll need surgery to repair some internal bleeding and we'll be taking her into theatre within the next half hour or so, but all her vital signs are stable and the damage caused by the knife doesn't seem to be substantial. You can go in and sit with her until the sugeons come to take her down if you want?"

Robbie smiled. "Thanks, Doc," he replied happily as he turned to head towards the door. Stepping inside he shot Jackie a cheeky grin. "Knew you were milking it, they've just told me you're fine."

Laughing slightly, she replied, "Fine you've caught me, I just wanted the rest of the day off."

He stepped over to her bed, noting that she looked slightly paler than normal, as he heard Burke's voice add, "Aye, well I'm sure I can find you plenty of overtime to make up for this."

"Oh joy," she drawled easily, moving to push a strand of hair out of her face, she frowned as the line of her IV hindered her movements slightly.

"Do you need anything from your flat? I can drop in and pick up anything you might need, drop it in later," Stuart offered.

Jackie smiled gratefully. "That would be helpful, my keys are in my desk."

"Did they say how long you're going to be stuck in here?" Burke asked.

She pulled a face. "At least overnight, I should get home either tomorrow evening or the morning after that."

"They might get fed up with you and kick you out even earlier," Robbie joked.

Shooting him a mock glare, Jackie shook her head at him just as an older woman in green scrubs stepped through the curtains, asking, "Are you ready to go, Ms Reid?"

Jackie nodded. "Why not, the conversation here isn't exactly world class," she smiled.

Robbie's smile fell as he realised they were taking her to theatre. "You want me to stay?" he asked quietly.

She shook her head, although she was touched by his concern. "No, I'll be fine, you should go and do some work for a change."

Burke snorted behind them. "And pigs might fly."

Grumbling at the insult, Robbie looked back at her. "Sure?"

"You'll just be sitting around waiting, look I'll be back before you know it."

"Fine," he finally replied, giving her hand a light squeeze. "I'll see you soon."

He watched as they wheeled her away, feeling strangely ill at ease, he turned when he felt Burke's hand on his shoulder. "Come on, no point in hanging about here, they'll phone when she gets out."

"Yeah," he nodded. "Yeah you're right."