"With Love Comes Pain!"
A/N: This is part of the CHIPS challenge. My word is pain. Emergency characters will make an appearance.
"S6 and 7 Charles, this is 7 Mary 3 and 4 and we are in the cemetery. Do you copy?" Jon asked over the radio.
"Jon, this is Bonnie. We're pinned down at Cascade Garden's. We need all available assistance."
"OK, Bonnie. We're nearby. Any unit in the vicinity, we have the 211 suspects cornered in the Inglewood Park Cemetery. We need back up and possible EMT's." Jon called out over the radio.
"10-4, 7 Mary 3." The dispatcher had been monitoring the channel.
"Attention all units, all frequencies. The CHP has a set of 211 suspects cornered at the Inglewood Park Cemetery. Shots have been fired and the two primary units are pinned down with possible injuries. CHP is advising approach with caution. Squad 51, possible officer down at Inglewood Park Cemetery. 720 E Florence Ave cross N Prairie Ave. Time out 13:10."
"Squad 51, 10-4. KMG 365." Roy DeSoto wrote down the address and then he and Johnny Gage left with lights and sirens flashing. The squad rolled toward the cemetery and they both wondered who the possible officer down was. They both knew lots of officers from both LAPD and CHP.
Jon and Ponch found two separate places and began firing on the suspects. "This is the police, we have you surrounded," Jon yelled to the men. "Now throw down your weapons and come out with your hands up."
"We've already taken down one lady and we will take all of you down to before we give up," one of the suspects replied back and then opened fire on Jon and Ponch. Ponch looked out from behind the big gravestone he was behind and noticed Shawna laying on the ground beside her cruiser.
"Baker," he called out but Jon didn't answer. "Baker!" he said more harshly.
"What?" came the reply.
"Look over to you left. No wonder Shawna never responded."
"Ponch, I have to get to her to see how bad she's hurt and keep them from taking her cruiser," he told his partner.
"Baker, I'm closer and I've got better coverage. If you can keep them down I can make my way to her."
"OK, I'll do what I can," he replied as they heard more sirens entering the area and a chopper overhead. Frank started making his way towards Shawna as Jon and Bonnie both tried to keep the men pinned down. "Please let her be alive!" he said silently as he watched Ponch finally get to her and then shake his head. "Oh God no!" he said softly and then he turned away, wanting the men who shot her under arrest so he could see if she was still alive.
"Shawna, can you hear me?" Frank questioned her as he opened the back door of the cruiser and grabbed the blanket off the backseat. "Come on Shawna, I need you to answer me. You've got one very worried officer who wants to be here with you."
"Hmm…Frank?" she moaned.
"Yeah, it's me lieutenant. I need you to stay with me, we're going to get you out of here soon," he told her as he laid the blanket over her to help with shock.
"Frank, use..flash..grenade," she moaned trying to help end the shootout before another officer was injured or killed.
"What?" he asked as he began applying pressure to her chest wound knowing he was hurting her more.
"AWW!" she cried out as he applied the pressure.
"I know Shawna, I'm hurting you but I have to try and control the bleeding."
"Frank, use..flash..grenade! Will stun suspects." She tried to move to her car and he stopped her.
"Please don't move, you're going to make it worse. Where's the grenade?" he asked hoping she would lie still.
"Trunk. Cruisers have them. Hurts!" she moaned and grabbed his hand.
"Any officer with a cruiser, Lt. Williams said use flash grenade to stun subjects. Come on guys let's get this finished, she needs help now. She's taken two bullets to the chest and is bleeding out." Frank used the radio on his belt to communicate her orders.
Finally, after another 15 minutes, the shootout was over and the men in custody. Roy and Johnny were finally able to enter the area to get Shawna the help she needed and Jon was by her side as soon as the flash grenade went off.
"Hang on Shawna," Jon told her as he knelt down and took her hand in his. "Help is on the way."
"Jon, tell Tommy I love him and I want you to raise him," she softly told him as a tear slipped from her eye.
"Hey now, don't talk like that. You're going to be fine once we get you to the hospital," he told her as he tried not to cry but he let the tears fall.
"Not this time," she whispered before Johnny and Roy got to her. "Lost too much blood." She placed her other hand on his cheek and wiped a tear away. "I don't regret our time together. Keep me in your heart and let Tommy know I will always be with him." As she said the last sentence she passed out and Johnny came running up to her with the medical box and biophone.
"Ponch, can we move the cruiser so we can work on her better?" he asked.
"Sure thing Johnny." Frank moved the cruiser and then he stood with Jon watching them work on Shawna ready to help if necessary.
"Ponch, I can't lose her. She's too important to me. And I love her," he told his friend as he wiped the tears away and focused on her.
"Rampart, this is Squad 51. Do you copy?" Roy called the hospital while Johnny was getting vitals and trying to control the bleeding.
"Ponch, I need you again," Johnny called out just as Sgt. Joe Getraer walked up to the scene.
"Sarge, will you stay with Baker?"
"Sure. Go help them." Joe looked at Jon and noticed the tears streaming down his cheeks. "Jon, she's in the best hands right now. Those two men are the best paramedics in this county."
"I know Joe. I just can't lose her. And what about Tommy? How do I tell a 10 year old his mother is in critical condition from a gunshot wound?"
"We'll cross that bridge in a little while when Betty picks him up from school," Joe told his senior officer and laid his hand on his shoulder.
"Ponch, I need you to continue to apply pressure to the chest wound like you were doing when we got here. I need to get vitals but she's losing blood fast," Johnny told Frank as he knelt down beside Shawna.
"Sure thing Johnny." Frank began applying pressure again to Shawna's chest and she moaned but never woke up. "I know I'm hurting you lieutenant but I have to keep pressure on your wound." Johnny finally got a set of vitals and got Shawna hooked up to the EKG (Electro Kardio Gramm) machine to get heart vitals.
"Rampart this is Squad 51, do you copy?" Roy asked again as Johnny began pulling things out of the drug box in anticipation of Dr. Kelly Brackett's orders.
"Squad 51, this is Rampart, go ahead." Dr. Brackett replied.
"Rampart we have a CHP officer down with two GSW's (Gun Shot Wounds) to the chest. Patient is approximately 34 years old and has lost a lot of blood. Vitals are Pulse 20 by Palpation, Respiration is 15, BP is 80/55. We're sending you an EKG to follow." Johnny set the machine up to transmit the EKG to Rampart.
As Jon watched them working on Shawna, he remembered the first time he asked her out on a date. His doorbell rang at 8 pm on a Sunday evening and he wasn't expecting any company. When he opened the door, there stood Tommy and Shawna. He had found out one day they lived in the same building he did when he ran into them coming in as he was going out.
"Hi Jon," she said with a smile which he loved seeing.
"Hi Shawna. Hi Tommy. What brings you guys down here?"
"My hot water heater decided to kick the bucket and the landlord can't fix it until in the morning. I was wondering if we could borrow yours?"
"Sure you can. Come on in." he stepped aside and let them in.
"Mom can borrow your shower Jon, I'm good." Tommy said looking at his mom with a sideways glance.
"Nice try young man but you have school tomorrow and I have work. I will go first because I know how you like to run all of the hot water out. Now you mind Jon and I'll be back in about ten minutes," she told the guys.
"Take your time," Jon told her as he led her down the hall. "Towels are in the shelf by the sink,"
"Thanks, Jon." Jon came walking back down the hall and Tommy was sitting in the floor with his coloring book.
"So Tommy, what do you and your mom like to do for fun?" he asked as he sat on the floor beside the kid.
"We do lots of stuff. She takes me to the batting cages to practice or we go to the park and she throws the ball with me. On the weekends, we go horseback riding and hiking. Mom's even taking me flying a few times."
"So your mom likes to fly and do riding?"
"She does and she's great at both. Mom's a good pilot and a great cook."
"What's your favorite dish your mom cooks?"
"Spaghetti and meatballs. She makes the meatballs herself." Shawna came walking down the hall wearing black capris and an oversized sweatshirt she had cut the sleeves and neckline off of to make it loose with a tank top under it.
"Alright young man, we'll let the water heat back up for a few minutes and then it's your turn," she said as she rubbed his head and smiled at Jon.
"Aww, mom."
"Aww mom. You've been swimming this evening and need to get the chlorine out of your hair. Now, Jon's shower is just like our so you have 15 minutes and don't run all of his hot water out like you do ours. Now scoot," she told him as he stood up and started toward the bathroom. "I'm sorry about that," she told him as she began picking up crayons off of the floor.
"I think all kids are the same way. I know my mother used to tell me when it was bath time us boys would run to the barn," he said with a chuckle. "Can I get you something to drink while you're waiting? I have water, soda, milk and coffee from this morning."
"Truck stop coffee. Wow!"
"Truck stop coffee?"
"If it's from this morning, I think it could probably walk away," she said with a laugh. "Soda is fine. Thanks."
"Glass or can?"
"Can is fine."
"Shall we go outside to the patio? It's a nice evening and we can get to know each other a little better."
"Sounds nice." They went outside and that's when Jon asked her out.
"Shawna I was wondering if you would like to go out this Friday evening after work? You, Tommy and I could grab a pizza and maybe go bowling or to the arcade. I'd really like to get to know you both better," he asked and she noticed he was blushing a little bit.
Suddenly, he was brought back to the present situation.
"Rampart, patient is in V-Fib. We are beginning CPR and ready to shock," Roy told Brackett.
"51, charge to 360 and shock her. I want the officer here ASAP." Brackett was heard over the biophone.
"Please God, don't take her. Don't take her!" Jon was silently praying as he watched the paramedics work on Shawna.