Author's Note: Before I begin this chapter, some of you may notice there are no breaks in the previous chapter; it's all strung together even though there are two places where breaks should be. In the original version I did place breaks in, but for some reason when I uploaded the file to the breaks were removed. Also I wish to thank those on E! Storyfinders for giving me the kick in the butt that I needed to return to this fic. If it weren't for them I probably would have never returned to this fic.

Chapter 8

~Rain...why is it always rain?~ Engineer Mike Stoker wondered as he looked through the windows of the day room at Station 51. They were all there; Mike, Captain Stanley, Marco and Chet; everyone except Johnny and Roy who had decided to take a small vacation, leaving Brice and Bellingham to cover for them.

Sighing, Mike turned away from the window and wandered over to the small television that had grabbed the attention of all the men in the room.

It was a commercial for hand soap with a scantily clad woman that was the object of interest for Chet, who it seemed kept getting closer and closer to the tv, with Captain Stanley pulling him back over and over.

Next was a commercial for The Three Stooges before the local news logo appeared on the screen with the words 'Breaking News' flashing under it.

The camera then panned to a blond news reporter in a blue velvet dress. It was clear she had on too much makeup that made her eyes and cheeks more than pop. Her lips were bright red, brighter than blood, and her pale hands clasped several papers.

"Hello I am Megan Williams. I would like to bring your attention to a news story that we just received in our studios moments ago. Apparently a young man is trapped in a storm drain, with a local firefighter and paramedic team trying to get him out right now. Our news reporter Gary Evans is at the location, and we go there live. Gary can you hear us?"

The camera then changed to a storm drain where several firefighters from station 116 were tying off ropes to their firetruck, while a pale hand was clutching the hands of the 116 paramedic team members.

Slowly the camera panned out and around to focus on the channel 11 news reporter who was wearing a blue poncho and holding a microphone.

"Yes Megan I can hear you. As you can see a young gentlemen is pinned against that drain, in grave danger of being swept away. Station 116's firefighters and paramedic unit have been working for fifteen minutes trying to free the man but so far no luck!" The reporter replied in to his microphone.

As the camera panned back to the rescue attempt, something caught Hank Stanley's eye.

Leaning forward he watched the scene more closely for several minutes before he dropped the sandwich on the ground.

"Oh my god...Johnny!" He proclaimed.

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KABOOM!

The loud crack of thunder roused Captain Hank Stanley from his sleep.

He quickly glanced around for several moments, wondering what was going on. After realizing that he was safe and sound, at home in his nice warm bed, he settled down somewhat.

~Some dream!~ He thought to himself as he pushed the covers back and rose up from the bed.

Grabbing his robe he wrapped it around himself before exiting the bedroom, walking down the hall and padding in to his kitchen.

Once there he fixed himself a cup of hot chocolate and took it to the living room where he sat down in his favorite chair.

It was a dream...wasn't it? It had seemed so real though; so very real.

He knew that Johnny and Roy were out on a camping trip, and he knew now that it was raining outside.

~Just like in my dream.~ He told himself.

While he sat there in his chair thinking over his dream he began to see an image.

He saw Roy and Johnny; both seriously ill and both struggling to get to John's Rover. He then saw Roy getting bit by a rattlesnake and then John being swept away in a strong current before drowning in said current.

The images were so vivid; so real that Hank couldn't get them out of his mind. Were they just his imagination, his underlying worry for his paramedic team or was it something else?

Grabbing his phone he dialed a number before putting the receiver to his ear.

One ring...two rings...three rings before someone picked up.

"Hello?" A tired sounding voice asked.

"Mike it's Captain Stanley. Listen call Chet and I'll get a hold of Marco. Johnny and Roy are in trouble and we are going to find them."