Beep, Beep, Beep

"Baby… Baby… Your pager is going off." Santana lifted her head off the pillow and searched with her hand for the buzzer that was going off on her nightstand. *911*. "Aww Crap, it's a 911. I have to go, like now."

Santana kissed her girlfriend on her cheek and made her way to her closet to put some clothes on when she heard her girlfriend whisper something. "I wish you had a normal job, I hate waking up alone." Santana could hear the pout in her girlfriends' voice and this only made her smile. She made her way over to their bed and sat down next to her girlfriend.

"I am the one with the normal job, Miss Broadway Star." Rachel pulled herself up so that she was now leaning on her elbows. "A Neurosurgeon is anything but normal. But if you give me a kiss, then maybe I can forgive you for leaving me in the middle of the night again." Rachel puckered out her lips and Santana leaned in to give her a sweet kiss.

"You know I hate going so late but duty calls. I'll miss you Rach." Rachel flopped back down on the bed and blew Santana a kiss. "I'll miss you even more." And with that Santana was out the door.

Santana stormed into the E.R. she already had her scrubs and white doctors' coat on. She was ready for action. Her dear friend and the head Cardiothoracic Surgeon at the hospital, Quinn Fabray, came walking towards her with a chart in her hands.

"So what do we have?" Santana asked as she took the chart from Quinn and started flipping through the pages.

Quinn looked excited and sad at the same time. "We actually have a Jane Doe. The patient is late 20's. Really bad head and chest injuries. She has a broken arm and a few cracked ribs."

"Jeez, what happened? No ID?" Quinn just shook her head no and continued to talk about the injuries of the patient as they made their way to the room where the patient was being tended to. "It was a car VS. truck. The truck had no lights on so she never saw it coming. Also no ID, some punk thought it would be awesome to steal her purse instead of calling an ambulance. Did find a wedding ring in her jeans pocket though. And the car had New York license plates. But other than that, we just have to hope that she recovers from the surgery, because by the looks of it she is definitely going to need it-." Before Quinn could continue, Santana cut her off. "Then we can find out who she is."

"Yes!" Quinn pushed the door open and Santana was shocked by the sight infront of her.

Doctors rushed to tend to the bloodied and broken blond woman in front of her. She was hooked to an IV bag. Everybody tried their best to keep her alive. Santana quickly slipped on some gloves over her hands and walked over to inspect the patient.

"Where is the CAT scan results?" Everybody was still for a moment and looked at each other. Santana became furious when she saw what was going on in front of her. "What? Do you want to tell me that none of you had the common sense to do some sort of scan on a seriously injured patient?"

Sam Evans, an orthopedic surgeon was the first one to talk. "Dr. Lopez, we all have been very busy trying to save her life." Santana just shot him a glare. "You have been tending to her visible wounds, Evans!" Santana hissed, "Do you even know what's going on internally?"

Santana made her way over to the patient and lifted the patients' upper eye lid. She shone her pen flashlight into the most beautiful blue eyes she has ever seen.

"Shit… Both pupils are dilated. Send her to an emergency MRI immediately! Bring the results back to me as soon as possible. Nurse Jones, go and book an O.R."

Everybody scrammed around trying to do everything that Santana just told them. They knew that it was best to listen to her because one, she knew what she was doing, and two, nobody messes with her.

When the patient was successfully pulled out of the room Santana turned to Quinn. "Do you know what's wrong with her in the chest area?" Quinn nodded her head and Santana sighed a sigh of relief. "Okay, good. We are going to have to go in together. I know it's going to be hard, but if we want to save her life, we are going to have to work together." Quinn nodded her head, "nothing we can't handle." They made their way towards the booked O.R together. Talking about what they need to do to pull this off.

When the scan results were finally given to Santana, she looked them over and immediately knew what to do. Luckily the injury to Jane Doe's head was not as bad as it looked before. She mentally prepared herself for the long surgery and scrubbed in.

Santana was exhausted when she arrived at her apartment. The surgery was a success and all they hoped for was that Jane Doe will wake up without any negative effects.

All she wanted to do now was take a long hot bath with her beautiful girlfriends back pressing against her front.

Unfortunately she was disappointed when she saw the note on the kitchen island.

Hey Babe, St. James called for an emergency meeting. Food is in the oven. I know you're exhausted after your long surgery, no need to wait up ;) Love you

Xxx Rachel

Santana wasn't in the mood to eat alone so she went to their bedroom, pulled off her shoes and coat and climbed in under the covers. She pulled Rachel's pillow to her chest and took in the other woman's scent. "Love you babe." She mumbled before falling asleep.

About two days went by and Santana found herself checking up on Jane Doe's recovery more often. She was recovering well and could now breathe without the ventilator but she still hasn't woken up yet, and nobody came to claim her yet. Santana filled in some new information on the patients chart and made her way to the door.

When she reached out for the door handle she heard a sharp intake of breath. Santana swung her body around to see where the noise came from.

There was those beautiful blue eyes staring at her, but this time they were brighter, more radiant, more… alive. Santana made her way over to the bedside table and poured Jane Doe a glass of water. She helped her drink a few gulps before setting the glass back down on the table.

"Mam, I need you to follow my fingers." Santana took her pen flashlight out and moved her left pointer finger from left to right. All this while shining the light in Jane Doe's eyes. The blond followed her fingers with ease. Santana sighed in relief because this was a good sign.

"What am I doing here?" the blonde barely croaked out. Santana explained to the blond what happened and that they didn't have any information about her. No ID, no cell phone, nothing. The blond just stared at Santana like she couldn't recall a thing, but Santana brushed it off. Patients that have been in such a big accident hardly remembered what happened when they wake up.

"Mam, do you mind if I ask you a few questions?" The blond looked around the room, taking in her surroundings but nodded her head, saying she didn't mind.

"Okay, let's start at the basics. What's your name?" "Brittany Susan Pierce. Brittany S. Pierce." The blond answered almost immediately. Brittany, Santana thought. It suites her.

"How old are you?" "I'm 19" Santana's eyes went wide when she heard the blondes answer, but decided to go on.

"Do you know where you are now? What town? Or city maybe?" Brittany looked at Santana as if she was mad. "I'm in Lima. In the state Ohio." NO! You're in New York City! Shit. This is definitely not good.

"What is your relationship status?" "Single, have been for two years." You're married!

Santana looked calm but on the inside she was freaking out. "I'll send in a nurse that will give you some pain medication. Just get some rest. I will return shortly with a few other doctors so that we can tell you what we did when you had surgery. If there is an emergency or you're not feeling well, just call a nurse and tell her to page Dr. Lopez."

Brittany nodded her head and whispered a small thank you. Santana just nodded and excited the room.

Santana supported herself against the nurses' station. Breathing hard she dialed a familiar number.

"Quinn Fabray."

"Fuck! She has Amnesia!"

"Who?"

"Jane Doe…"

So what do you think? Should I continue?