"It's not mine." Kerry said with a visible wince. Tyson was wrapped around her like a Boa Constrictor.

Kim wasn't convinced that Kerry was right in her assessment until she looked behind Kerry and saw one of the nurses lying in a pool of blood. Everyone sprang into action, Pratt and Gallant calling out instructions and getting the nurse into the open trauma room.

Kim simply sank to the ground next to Kerry with a deep shuddering breath. "God help me."

Kerry slowly stood, wincing when she was fully upright. Tyson was still wrapped around her leg. She put a hand on his head. "Hon, it's okay, you can let go." Tyson did, slowly, and reattached himself to Kim.

Dave stepped up to Kerry, "Chief... Doctor Weaver, you should get checked out."

Kerry shook her head, "I'm fine David. I know what it is, and there's nothing I can do about it. I'm going to go get out of these blood soaked clothes. You see your patient up to surgery and then go home."

"I..." He blinked at Kerry's intense stare and finally just nodded. "Maybe I'll see Nick on the way home. Give him a hell of a hug."

Kerry had just gotten done with the police when Sandy of all people appeared in the doctor's lounge. She yanked Kerry up. "You look like you're in pain."

"You look tired. You were at the Scott fire."

Sandy frowned as she handed Kerry her crutch. "You knew them?"

"Not really. Curtis' is... was Kim's best friend."

Sandy winced, "Ouch. We didn't find..."

"They were with me, they're alive, the two kids, Tyson and Emily."

A smile came to Sandy's face, "That's good. It was a hot fire, we didn't..." Sandy trailed off, "But enough of work. I'm gonna take you home, wherever you want to go, your place or mine, and we're gonna soak your pain away."

"Thank you Sandy."

Sandy chuckled, "Oh, I'll be gettin' something out of it too Red..." Kerry rolled her eyes, and then raised an eyebrow. "Or... perhaps I won't..."

Kerry rested in Sandy's arms. They were at Sandy's apartment and neither of them could quite get to sleep.

It was Kerry who broke the silence that had reigned since they'd gotten out of the shower. "Courtney broke up with me. She's moving to Miami."

"Who, whiplash huh. Are you okay?"

"She... she loved me. But, I guess I..."

"Love Kim."

Kerry looked up at Sandy. "Sandy..."

Sandy put her fingers on Kerry's lips. "No, serious talk. You know we would never work long term. After a couple of years, maybe less you'd want kids, me, not so much. You and Kim will find each other and when you get married, or committed, or whatever rights the state deigns to grant us I will be right there, cheerin' you the hell on."

Kerry gave Sandy a push in the leg. "For someone who doesn't want to get married, you seem passionate about it."

Sandy smirked and leaned down and gave Kerry a kiss. "Haven't you figured out yet," she smirked, "I'm passionate about everything."

Kerry rolled her eyes, "Uh huh."

"Anyway... when you two get hitched I'll be there, your best gal..."

The smile left Kerry's face. "Sandy..."

Sandy cut Kerry off with another kiss. "Just shhh..."

They were silent for a few minutes. Neither felt the need to speak. Kerry was nearly asleep when her phone jarred her awake. Sandy grabbed it from the bedside table and handed it to Kerry.

The red head stared at it for a second before she answered it. "Weaver."

"Kerry, I'm sorry, you're probably."

"Kimberly."

"Kerry, I need you."

Kerry was silent, she closed her eyes and mentally weighed everything. Her past with Kim, the two kids that were no doubt at Kim's apartment. Her current position and how comfortable and relaxed free of pain she felt in Sandy's arms. Not to mention, the tremble Kerry could hear in Kim's voice.

"I'll be right over. Will you be okay 'til then?"

"Yes."

Kerry snapped the phone closed. Sandy spoke, "That was Kim. Is she okay?"

"No."

"You're going." There was no question in Sandy's voice.

Kerry smiled up at Sandy. "Saint Sandra."

"Saint Sandy... now, get goin'. Rescue your damsel."

Kerry pushed open Kim's front door with a frown. She closed it behind her and locked it. She walked through the kitchen and into the living room. "Kim?"

Kim sat on the floor in front of her couch, her head in her hands. She slowly raised her head and looked up at Kerry. Her face was tear stained, her eyes bright red. Her mouth opened, but no words came out. Kerry dropped her bag and crutch, and sat down next to Kim.

The blonde collapsed sideways, her body wracked with heaving sobs. Kerry ran one hand through Kim's hair and rubbed circles on her back. "It's okay... it'll be okay Kim. Shh... shhh..."