Hello, here is the next chapter, sorry it's short but it's where the other plot line comes in! So exciting stuff.

Thanks again to Huddytheultimate for the review- I put a warning on but I think I will rate this as M.

starstacey- thanks for the review, glad you liked DLS and welcome to the sequel!

Chapter 4- Emergency

22nd July 2006

"Hello?" Stephanie said as she answered the phone, she was currently making chocolate chip cookies with Blythe while John read to them from the newspaper. "What? When? How?"

"Stephanie?" Blythe said, she looked curiously at the suddenly distraught girl.

"Hang on, just wait a moment." She covered the phone. "It's Mom, she just said Dad was shot. A mad man just walked in and pulled a gun on him." She then started crying. Blythe hugged her as her own tears started to fall.

John then walked and grabbed the phone. "Hello, this is John, Greg's father…OK…Right-When will you know? What do you think the outcome will be? OK, well let us know when you know something. OK, goodbye."

"What did they say?" Blythe asked as the girls started calming down.

"They said Greg was shot in the abdomen and the neck. But he was rushed into surgery and it looks good. The surgery will take a few hours but your mother will call us the moment he's out and she knows something. But it does look good." John said, smiling at Stephanie.

She nodded sadly. "I was just getting to know him properly."

"And you still can. He's a fighter is Greg. He's stubborn, he won't get knocked down." Blythe said confidently.

Stephanie nodded again, suddenly wishing she was with her father.

HHHHHHHHHH

"Mom?" Stephanie said before the first ring had even finished, she had been manning the phone in the Kitchen, until it had finally rang at Midday. "Yes! How's Dad?" Blythe and John heard her and rushed in. "Wait, what? What does that mean? What is it?" She listened for a minute as Cuddy explained the full extent of the surgery. "What about the bullets? So he is gonna be OK?" Suddenly her face lit up. "Really? Seriously? OK? Thanks for letting us know Mom, I love you. Bye, bye."

She turned to her grandparents with a smile on her face.

"I take it, it's good news." Blythe said.

"Yep, the bullets were taken care of, except for a couple of more scars he'll be fine."

"I told you." John couldn't help adding.

Stephanie then frowned and recalled what else her Mother had said. "But something else happened. Mom said that they put him in a coma, induced by a chemical called Ketamine which treats chronic pain. And when he wakes up in a couple of days, it means his leg will be partially healed and with Physical Therapy, he will be walking, running and climbing again."

"So his leg's been treated and healed?" Blythe said equally confused.

"By the sounds of it."

"So that's good news?" John said.

"Well Mom said it's only 50-50. So there is a chance that the treatment might fail any day, or it could last forever. We just have to take it one day at a time and find out when he wakes up."

"But at least the bullets didn't do any long term damage." John mentioned, remembering the good news. Being an ex-Marine, he had taken a couple of bullets in his time, he knew they could either be dangerous or just a nuisance.

"Yep, that's something to celebrate." Blythe said. They had been planning a small party with their local friends and neighbours coming to meet their granddaughter. "Do you want to carry on with the party?"

"Sure, we have some good news and I know Dad is in good care back home. So we have nothing to worry about now." Stephanie said brightly. "Want to help me get ready? I don't know what to do with my hair, plus I brought two dresses." She said dragging Blythe with her upstairs to the spare bedroom.

John smiled as he listened the girls. He was glad Greg would be alright, after all he did love his son and cared what happened to him, though he was a bit doubtful about this Ketamine.

He was also happy to have Stephanie visit again, he had gotten to know her really well in the past fortnight and had come to learn she was a bright, cheerful, energetic and intelligent girl. He was glad to call her his granddaughter.