Set after Built to Kill Part 2, but the bullets didn't kill Sam; they hit Catherine. Now facing a recovery with her wealthy father lurking and coping with his own guilt. A unexpected friend emerges and Catherine fights for her own independence as she recovers. Disclaimer: All characters belong to creators and CBS franchise, written for fun not profit.
The room was brightly lit, harsh lights focused on the body on the table. In this room there was no modesty, no time to consider it. A body, a woman opened by bullets and then by the knife. Her chest rose and fell, cracked open her heart was visible; pumping the blood.
They had to move fast, it was the job; one they all knew well. Skilled hands, fast tools pushed deep into the flesh, seeking metal; trying to stop the blood. Each knew their job, and the task at hand as the tube fed air down the woman's throat and machines beeped and hummed permission for their work to continue.
Her skin was fair, where it wasn't stained with blood or the brownish disinfectant to clean the flesh. As the beeps leveled and the doctors stepped away, nurses sutured the wounds and rolled the body; working to get access to all.
With that done the tension in the room eased, the work was done; the beeps said they succeeded. Someone reached up, pulled down the sheet, looking at the woman's face for the first time. The door opened and another nurse entered.
All looked at the woman who lay motionless before them, she was pretty, at least as pretty as anyone could look on the OR table. The last to enter spoke softly. "Those bullets were meant for Sam Braun, he's in waiting."
"She might have been his type, few years ago."
"Could still be, everybody looks older on the table. Wonder how much Braun pays for hazard on a roll?"