Chapter Two-
"Heidi?" Chase checked her vitals, and hooked a monitor up to her.

"Her vitals are good."

"Heidi, you've got to wake up. Come on." Jordan checked her over.

"I'm going to need a brace for her neck, and splints for her legs. We'll patch her up until the ambo's get here." Chase jumped up and sprinted for the patrol, and pulled out his medi-kit.

"Michelle, can you grab a spine board please? I'm not sure if she's done any damage, but better to be safe than sorry." Michelle nodded, and returned a few minutes later, spine board in tow.

"Alright Chase, are you ready?"

"Just let me secure this brace around her neck, and then we can move her. I'll splint her legs after that." Chase fiddled with the cervical collar for a few more seconds.

"Done."

"On three Chase. Ready? 1… 2… 3." Both boys shifted her over onto the spine board. The monitors beeped as they lay her back down again.

"Chase, what's going on?"

"She's not getting any oxygen. She's not breathing!" Chase scrambled for an oxygen mask, and placed it over Heidi's nose and mouth. Jordan checked over Heidi's chest, and looked up at Chase.

"Chase, I think she's got a tension pneumothorax." Chase dug through his medi-kit, looking for a syringe. He found one and passed it to Jordan, who pulled out the plunger. He located the second and third ribs, and pushed the needle into the intercostal space. A hissing sound from the needle meant that it had reached its target. Heidi started breathing on her own, and the alarms sounding from the monitor ceased. Chase and Jordan grinned at each other.

"Chase, can you splint up her legs? I'll monitor her breathing."

"Sure. You know, if you kiss her, she might wake up?" Chase laughed, and began the task of splinting up Heidi.

"Come off it Chase. Geez." Jordan looked up to Michelle, who was hovering over him.

"Michelle, how's Vince going?"

"They've got a pulse, and he's breathing, but he's not looking good. We're just waiting on the ambulance."

"Have you rung Sam Marchello yet?"

"No, I hadn't thought to." Michelle was scattered. Vince was her rock when it came to decisions, and stood by her every move. Now she was faced with the fear of losing her station manager, and she didn't know what to do. Chase sat next to Heidi's head, stroking her fiery red hair, hoping she'd wake up.

"Chase, can you take over monitoring Heidi? I'm just going to talk to Michelle." Chase nodded, and Jordan stood up, brushing himself down.

"Michelle, you need to sit down. You've gone really pale." Jordan led her over to a nearby bench.

"I'll ring Sam and let him know what's happening. Can you wait for the ambulances, and go with Vince?" Michelle nodded. It was nice that someone was taking charge. Usually Dean would, but he was little pre-occupied keeping Vince alive.

"Then I want you to stay at the hospital with Vince and Heidi, and let us know what's going on. Keep us updated, ok?"

"Ok." Michelle's voice was almost a whisper. A blaring siren alerted them to the fact that the ambo's were here, and they could take over. Jordan gave Michelle one last hug.

"Look after them, ok?" She nodded, and headed over to the two ambulance crews that had arrived. Dean and Lachie Gallagher sat back and leant against the brick wall as Vince's unconscious body was loaded onto a gurney, and into the back of an ambulance. Michelle instructed the crews to take both Heidi and Vince to the same hospital, and climbed into Vince's ambulance. She stuck her head out the window as the other crew loaded Heidi into their ambulance.

"Jordan, don't forget to call Sam!" The ambulances pulled out of the carpark, and with sirens and lights, headed off to RPA hospital. Jordan fished out his phone, and dialled Sam Marchello.

"Hello?"

"Sam? It's Jordan. Something's happened to your Dad."

"Is he ok? What's wrong?"

"He had a heart attack Sam, and they've taken him to RPA. Michelle went with him in the ambulance."

"What? Is he gonna be alright?"

"I'm not sure at the moment Sam. Dean and Lachie revived him, but he wasn't looking good."

"I'm heading over there now."

"Ok. If you get stuck or need anything, ring Michelle or myself, ok?"

"Yeah, ok. Thanks Jordan." He hung up. Dean broke the silence.

"Alright team, good effort today, but we still have four students missing, and we need to find them." Everyone nodded their agreement.

"So Jordan and Chase are Team Delta, Lachie and myself are Team Alpha. We'll start at the theatre, or what's left of it, and fan out from there. Are you ready?" A chorus of replies sounded back at Dean. They hoisted their medi-kit's up on their shoulders, and headed over to the smouldering theatre.

"Did Michelle call the firies yet?"

"Don't think she did Lachie; Vince would have usually done it. I guess I'll have to do it. Jake Hudson will have a field day." Dean fumbled at his pocket, and pulled his phone out. He punched in Jake's number viciously.

"Dean mate, what's up? You need me to rescue you now?"

"Shut-up Jake. We're at a university in Drummoyne, they've had some sort of explosion. The building's still smoking, and we need you to check it out first before we go in."

"Why didn't Vince or Michelle ring?"

"Vince is out of commission at the moment, and Michelle's a little pre-occupied." Dean didn't feel like going into details.

"Look, are you coming over or not?"

"We're almost there Dean. We got the call five minutes ago. Hold your horses." Dean hung up, and turned back to what was left of his own team.

"We've got to wait until the fire crews get here, so they can check the building. We don't need any more of it collapsing whilst we're in there." Chase sighed.

"Man, I hate it when we have to rely on Hudson."

"I know Chase, but any of you get injured, I think Michelle might just kill me."

"Besides Chasie, Dad would be devastated if he lost his precious Chase. At least he'd get his spare room back!" Lachie laughed. Chase punched him in the shoulder, and Lachie ruffled his hair. They could hear the piercing sirens as they came closer, and soon, Jake and his crew were piling out of their fire truck.

"Geez Dean, what happened?"

"We have no idea. Sort of hoping you could tell us, you know?"

"Sure Gallagher." Jake slapped Dean on the back, and motioned for his team to begin their assessment. They scattered quickly.

"So where's the beautiful Lara Knight on a day like this?" Dean shrugged Jake's hand off his shoulder.

"She left Rescue Jake. Several months ago." Jake looked downcast.

"Oh." Jake's team came back and gave him an assessment on the building.

"Alright. You're ok to go inside the building, but it's not structurally sound. Check with us before you move something." Dean nodded.

"A firie to each team sound ok to you?"

"As long as I'm on your team Gallagher." Jake assigned one of his fellow members to Jordan and Chase's team, and the two groups headed to the front of the building to begin a sweep.

"Do we know if anyone was actually in here when this happened?"

"Dunno Chase, it looks pretty shredded though. All the light supports and beams have come down, and it looks a mess. Anyone would have to be incredibly lucky to survive this." Jordan shone his flashlight around the smoke-filled room. A raspy voice called out.

"Hello?" Dean motioned for them all to be quiet.

"Hello, this is Rescue Special Operations. Who are you?" A gasping breath sounded out from under the rubble.

"Alayna…"

"She's one of ours! Jordan, Chase, see if you can get to her. Alayna, it's ok, we're coming to get you." Silence. Then another raspy breath.

"Ok." The team moved into action.

"Lachie, can you run out to the patrol and grab the thermal imaging camera?"

"No need mate, the truck's closer. Use ours." Jake dashed outside to his truck, and returned moments later, thermal imager in hand.

"There's still some residual heat here from the explosion, but it should be able to detect differences in heat." Chase appeared before they could even use the camera.

"Oi, Dean! We found her. She's trapped under some of the metal light supports, and some roofing." Dean scrambled to get to Chase, Jake hot on his heels. Jordan was crouched down near Alayna's head.

"How's she doing Jordan?" Dean crouched down near the girls head.

"She's ok. BP's a bit low, pulse is rapid. Her leg is trapped under one of the beams, and it's cutting off circulation. Possible crush injury. She's got a cut on her forehead, but it looks superficial. Possible concussion."

"Thanks Jordan. How are you doing Alayna?" The tears streamed down the poor girls face.

"Hey, don't cry. We'll get you out of here. Chase, Jordan, you two alright to get her out? Lachie, Jake and myself will keep searching."

"Yeah, we'll be fine."

"There was no-one else in here except for me," Alayna wheezed.

"Thanks Alayna. Stay in radio contact you two."

"Yeah Dean, righto." Dean and Lachie stood up, and exited the smoky theatre, Jake in pursuit.

"Ok, that leaves us with three more students to find and no idea where to start."

"What departments are they from?" Asked Jake.

"Graphic design and drama. Why?"

"Best place to start would be the departments they are supposed to be in." Dean's radio crackled.

"Team Delta to Team Alpha, you there Dean?"

"Yeah Chase, what's up?"

"We could do with another pair of hands. Can you spare Lachie or Jake?"

"I'll go Gallagher. I can better monitor the fire situation whilst I'm there." Dean nodded, and spoke into his radio.

"Yeah Chase, Jake's on his way to you now. Over." Lachie and Dean jogged their way over to the graphic's department.

"It doesn't look like anything's wrong," commented Lachie. A flash, and the sound of exploding windows proved him wrong very quickly.

"Shit. Team Alpha to Team Delta, Chase, we need Jake back now."

"What's up?"

"We've just had another building explode."

"Ok, Jake's travelling now. Over." Jake came flying out of the theatre and skidded to a halt in front of Lachie and Dean.

"I leave you alone for one minute Gallagher, and another building goes. Well done." Screams suddenly filled the air around them.

"They're coming from over there!" Jake and Dean sprinted towards the graphic design building which had just caught fire.

"Hello? Hello? This is Rescue Special Operations, anyone in there?"

"Yes, please help us!"

"Tell me your name, we're working to get you out."

"My name's Bree, my boyfriend Jack hit his head."

"Are you ok Bree? Are you injured?"

"I don't think so. I'm just trapped. Hurry up and get me out of here!" Jake called over his own radio for back-up crews to meet him as soon as possible.

"We need to get her out Jake."

"I know mate, I'm working on it. Wait, where'd your brother go?"

"Lachie!" Lachie was sprinting towards the burning building, and crashed through the smoking door. His eyes watered as the acrid smoke filled his lungs. He started coughing.

"Bree. Bree!"

"Over here." He followed the sound of her voice to a bank of computers.

"Bree?"

"I'm trapped under a filing cabinet. I'll be fine, you have to get Jack out!" Lachie hesitated, indecision filling his mind, then shuffled over to Jack's limp form and lifted him up.

"I'll be back for you in a minute Bree."

"Lachie!" Dean paced the car-park, knowing he couldn't follow his brother in, but wishing he could. He watched the doorway, hoping his middle brother was ok. As Lachie's silhouette appeared in the doorway, Dean rushed forward, and Lachie dumped Jack into his arms.

"This is Jack. I've got to go back for the girl." He coughed and tried to suck in more air.

"That's a negative Lachie. It's too dangerous."

"Danger is my middle name, Dean." He ran back into the building, wheezing.

"Geez Lachie!"

"Team Delta to Team Alpha, Dean, we're going to need an ambulance, and soon. Alayna needs to be treated at a hospital as soon as possible."
"Copy that Chase. I'll organise it now, over." Dean pulled out his mobile, and dialled Michelle.

"Michelle LeTourneau speaking. Dean, what's going on?"

"We need ambulance crews and a surgery team on standby. We found Alayna Matthews trapped in the theatre, and she's got a possible crush injury. We've found Bree Anderson and Jack Harris in the graphic design building, but we've yet to find Jesse Davis."

"Ok, I'll organise the ambo's and have the surgical team on standby."

"How's Vince and Heidi?"

"They're ok. Vince has been admitted for some more tests. They think he's been having small heart-attacks all day, and they want to monitor his condition. Sam met up with me at the hospital. As for Heidi, she's still unconscious, and they're worried about a bleed to the brain, and a possible skull fracture. Her legs are fine, just some sever bruising, probably some micro-fractures. She'll heal." Michelle sounded tired to Dean.

"Alright. Thanks Michelle." As an ambulance pulled up, Dean's worry over Lachie still being inside a burning building increased. Jordan and Chase moved Alayna on a spine board into the ambulance, and then came over to help Dean with Jack. Jordan assessed him.

"Looks like a concussion, possible smoke inhalation. Give him some oxygen, and he should be right until the ambo's can take him."

"Dean, where's Lachie?" Asked Chase.

"Inside the building."

"What? You let him go in there?"

"It's not like I let him Chase. He just ran in." Lachie's frame filled the doorway as they spoke, Bree Anderson cradled in his arms. Chase leapt up and ran towards him. Lachie staggered out, pushed Bree into Chase's arms, and then collapsed face-down in the middle of the carpark.

"Lachie! Lachie!" Dean rolled Lachie onto his back, and checked his breathing. Nothing.

"Lachie, you've got to breathe, come on!"