Hello. I just wanted to apologize for the blatant stereotypes I created for the two women. It just made Rachel more likeable. In case you're not sure, Bob Brown is from The Unit, Gil Grissom and Nick Stokes are from CSI and Sam and Dean Winchester are from Supernatural. As always, I don't own any of the characters, they are the sole property of the individuals who created them. I just borrow them from time to time.

Thanks for reading!

Susanne

Once Bob was settled into one of the spare beds, Roy and Johnny set about getting the information theyd need to call Rampart and Doctor Brackett. Rachel showed up with a towel and wet face cloth. She helped the man take his shoes off and then lay down. "Take it easy. I don't think they're going to try to forcibly debrief us. At least not yet." Smiling reassuringly, Rachel placed the cloth on his forehead.

"Thank you," Bob muttered as his eyes fluttered shut.

"You're welcome," Rachel whispered.

Roy and Johnny took Bob's blood pressure, pulse, respiration and they listened to his lungs. Concern flashed through Roy. The boy was sick, very sick. He'd made his wishes known, however, and they couldn't take him to the hospital against his instructions. Wearily, he hooked up the biophone and called Rampart. "Rampart, this is Rescue 51," he said into the mouth piece.

There was a few moment pause, then the receiver crackled to life. "Rescue 51, this is Rampart." Roy recognized the female voice as Dixie McCall.

"Rampart. We have an approximately 25 year old man. He has a large, muscular build. His BP is 90 over 40. Respiration is 18 with rales and his pulse is 100 and thready. His skin is cold and clammy to the touch and he is sweating. He is here at the Station and is refusing to go to the hospital," the senior paramedic informed her.

"Stand by 51." Roy knew that Dixie was consulting with the nearest doctor as they waited. Absently, he watched as Rachel and Johnny made the man more comfortable by slipping off his jacket and sliding him under the sheet. Bob barely stirred under their ministrations, content that they weren't going to drug him or otherwise try to alter his thinking. For some reason, he felt safer having Rachel around. As he fell asleep, Bob decided it had to do with having sisters.

"51. Are you comfortable treating the patient on location?" Dr. Brackett's voice came over the biophone.

"So long as his condition remains stable or improves, Rampart." Roy was not at all confident of their ability to handle the man if his condition were to deteriorate further.



"Do you have the equipment available to take samples for blood work?" Dr. Brackett asked.

"Negative, Rampart," Roy replied. One of the other women had entered the bunk area. Casually, she walked over to Bob, running her hand lightly from his blanketed foot all the way up to his shoulder. The gesture made the senior paramedic vaguely uneasy.

"Poor baby," she purred.

Rachel was unceremoniously pushed out of the way as Samantha took the cloth from her and sat down on the bed beside Bob's head. Her face carefully neutral, Rachel left the room. Roy was going to call her back when Rampart came on the line. "51, I'm going to head over to the Station and conduct my own examination. I'll be there in fifteen minutes," Dr. Brackett informed Roy.

"10-4, Rampart. Rescue 51, out." Roy turned off the biophone. Johnny appreciated Samantha's presence but Roy didn't. There was something about her that was very hard and aggressive that he didn't like or trust.

"Dr. Brackett's on his way. He wants to check Bob over himself," Roy informed his partner.

"A doctor who makes house calls. I'm impressed," Samantha purred. As Roy watched, she began unbuttoning Bob's shirt under the pretence of washing him down. Mildly surprised, Johnny didn't initially try to stop her until she'd reached the button on his pants.

"Hey," Johnny warned, placing his hand over top of hers. "We don't need to take those off."

"Wouldn't he be more comfortable?" Samantha inquired, looking very innocent. It made Roy's skin crawl, both her expression and her tone of voice.

"Yeah, probably," Johnny replied. "But if anyone's going to undress him, it'll be Roy and I."

"Can't I watch?" Samantha had progressed to a full pout, complete with her lower lip sticking out.

"What?!" Johnny couldn't believe what he was hearing. It excited him and made him nervous at t he same time.

"I think you'd better leave," Roy suggested.

"You let that tub of lard in here." The woman clearly felt that her feelings were being disregarded.

"She was helping," Roy stated.

"And I'm not?" Samantha shot Roy her most dazzling smile to prove her point.

"No, you're not." The Captain had just entered the room, curious about what was transpiring. Roy seized on his superior's presence. "Cap, could you please take Miss Cartwright back to the common room?"

"Sure, Roy," Captain Stanley replied, looking from his senior paramedic to the young beauty. "Just as soon as you fill me in on the situation."



"Mr. Brown is ill. He refused to go to the hospital so Dr. Brackett is on his way here to examine him and order treatment. Miss Cartwright was inquiring about his health but now she needs to leave so we can make Mr. Brown more comfortable." Roy didn't like filling his Captain in on unfounded accusations. He just wanted the woman gone. Out of habit he'd slipped into professional mode.

"Do we need to be worried about it being contagious?" Captain Stanley trusted Roy to be good and thorough at his job. He trusted the blond haired man with his life under the direst circumstances.

"I don't believe so, sir. But we'll have to wait for the test results to be sure," Roy informed his superior.

"Well, we'll move us to the far end of the room, just in case."

"Yes, sir," Roy responded.

"Miss Cartwright?" Captain Stanley indicated that the woman should precede him out of the room. As graciously as she could, the woman left, followed by Hank Stanley.

"That woman makes me nervous," Roy stated as he turned his attention back to his patient.

"You've been married too long, Roy," Johnny replied, grinning. He couldn't believe that the woman intended or could cause them any physical injury.

"Maybe," was Roy's cryptic response.