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Reid sat on a stretcher in a Lake Louise ER examination room. He was fine; he really didn't need to be here. Reid had told this to the paramedics, the doctors and Inspector Butler but nobody, it appeared, would listen. He wanted to call Allie but they wouldn't let him use his cell in here, assuming his cell phone still worked considering it had been submerged in the wild waters of the Kicking Horse River. Even a prisoner gets one call, he thought. On the stretcher across from him sat Constable Grant Heeley. He didn't seem to have a problem being stuck in the ER but then he appeared to be making the most of his chances to play up his role in the events of the evening for a pretty young nurse. She was medium height; her shoulder length sandy brown hair streaked with blond highlights was swept up in a blue butterfly clip and caught the light when she turned her head. Her green eyes twinkled like she was suppressing a joke. The nametag on her blue scrubs proclaimed her to be Melanie, RN.

"And we had to go down the rapids chasing this guy in a raft. I mean it was really dangerous. Spencer and I jumped into that hell hole of water to save that little girl, didn't we Spencer?" He nodded at Reid to agree with him.

"Yeah, we did, Grant was really terrific," Reid responded to which Heeley gave him a thumbs up. Well Reid didn't consider he was lying or overstating Grant Heeley's case. Despite the fact that they had not seen eye to eye in the beginning when it came right down to the job, Heeley had been terrific.

"I don't know Grant," Melanie said as she took his blood pressure, "I think you're a legend in your own mind." She removed the cuff. "Your pressure's up a little." She wrote her findings on a clipboard, totally ignoring the love struck Mountie.

She moved over to Reid and took the cuff from the sphygmomanometer attached to the wall and wrapped it around his arm. She pushed the button and the cuff began to tighten, registering his blood pressure on the monitor. "Can you tell me how Megan's doing," Reid asked Melanie.

"They're doing x-rays to make sure nothing's broken. If the doctor thinks it's necessary we may have to send her to Banff for CAT scans to rule out any internal injury but so far it looks good. She's still really frightened and confused, poor girl." Melanie removed the cuff and made her notations. "Your vitals are fine, Dr. Reid. The doctor will be in soon to check you over and then you'll probably be released." She moved toward the door and then turned back to Heeley. "Now you see Grant, Dr. Reid never made a big deal about what he did to help save Megan and gosh, he even asked about her." She shook her head, walking out the door. Grant gave Reid a steely stare to which Reid shrugged apologetically.

Why did time in the ER seem to stand still? You waited to get in, well, he hadn't actually waited to get in, he thought. They'd gotten in as soon as the chopper landed but they'd tended to Megan first, of course. They'd brought the two men hospital pajamas so they could get out of their wet clothing. They'd been wrapped in warm blankets and then they'd waited until the lovely Melanie had come to do their vitals and now, once again, they waited.

"I've been trying to get that woman for almost two years now. She won't give me the time of day. She's so…oh I don't know, she's very caring, she's got this great sense of humor and well you can see how beautiful she is. But maybe I should just face the facts and give it up," Grant lamented.

"Two years is a long time to be chasing after a woman," Reid remarked.

"You think I should give up, eh," he asked?

"I didn't say that," Reid replied. He'd gotten the feeling from her body language that the woman wasn't totally averse to his companion's advances. "Maybe you should change your approach."

"What do you mean, what's wrong with my approach," the Mountie seemed shocked that he could be found wanting. It made Reid think of Morgan. "Okay, what did you do to snag that pretty babe of yours? What was your approach?" He made quotation marks with his fingers.

Reid was silent for a moment, looking down, "Uh, well, uh, actually, she was the one that asked me out." Reid finally stated.

"You're shittin' me, right? You're telling me you didn't have to lift a finger and that babe just asked you out?" Reid nodded. "I don't believe it!"

"Best decision I ever made," came a voice from the doorway. Both men looked up to see Allie standing in the entrance, her arms full of Reid's clothing. "What do you mean going white water rafting without me?" He jumped down from the stretcher and cursed to himself as his bare feet hit the cold hard linoleum flooring of the ER. He took the clothes and shoes from her arms and deposited them on the stretcher before pulling her into an embrace and claiming her lips.

Grant Heeley tried not to watch as Allie's arms snaked around Reid's neck and her fingers raked through his still damp tangled locks as Reid pulled her closer. The Mountie looked at the dull ER flooring, the clock on the wall above the door, the blood pressure machines, the EKG monitors, carts stacked with needles bandages, swabs, IV solutions and bedpans, in fact anywhere to avoid looking at the couple. Finally he said, "Get a room already!"

"We have a room, thank you very much, and we'll get back to it as soon as we can," Allie stated somewhat sharply.

"Yeah," Heeley replied. "Sorry about that." He again looked at his hands. Allie raised her eyebrows at Reid and he mouthed silently, "I'll tell you later." Allie nodded.

"How are Terry and Judy," Reid asked after he and Allie finally broke apart.

"Extremely relieved that Megan's alive, worried that something like this could happen to her and very grateful for what you guys did," she looked at both Reid and Heeley.

"I'm just glad we got to her when we did," Reid responded and Heeley nodded his agreement.

"Is this a private party or can anybody join," they heard from the doorway and turned to see Constable Blair Praznik, his ankle wrapped in a tensor bandage, leaning on a crutch. "Excuse me for saying but you guys look like hell," he added.

"Yeah," Heeley said, "Well you don't look like Baryshnikov yourself."

"I'm glad to see you're both okay. We can't get rid of your ugly mug no matter what we do, can we Grant." Praznik expected some smart retort from his coworker but Heeley said nothing . Blair raised his eyebrows and at Reid who shrugged.

Melanie returned accompanied by Dr. Downey and Allie and Blair were asked to leave the room. The doctor examined both men and pronounced that except for a few bruises they were uninjured and could be released. Reid dressed quickly and went in search of Allie, who he found sitting in the waiting room. "Where's Heeley," Allie asked.

"Oh, he's coming." Reid replied.

"What was up with him in there, Mr. mouthy seemed somewhat subdued." Allie wanted to know.

"There's a nurse here that he likes, he's been trying to attract her for two years but he doesn't seem to be getting anywhere with her and he's ready to give up. Although I think, from her body language, that she's not as uninterested as she lets on." Reid informed her.

"Hmm!" Allie said.

"What do you mean by that," Reid asked suspiciously.

"Oh, nothing, uh so which nurse is it that he likes…."