Chapter Two-

Kate and Lachie crept under the unstable stands, Lachie dragging a medi-kit after him. Kate crouched down next to him, mindful of her head.

"How is he?" Asked Lachie, unable to get closer to him.

"Mild concussion, possibly a broken leg. Put a collar on just in case, and we can take him out on a spine board." Lachie nodded, and passed her the oxygen. She slipped the mask over his head, and then took the cervical collar off Lachie.

"Mr Stefiano?" Called Kate. He moved slightly, shifting the structure.

"Hang on, don't move, everything will fall on you." He stopped, and sucked in the oxygen gratefully. Lachie shifted the beam off Mark's chest, shoving it aside. Together, they slipped him onto the spine board, and started to lift him off. Dean met them outside the structure.

"No! Wait, please. My bike." He tried to get off, but Dean pushed him down.

"We'll get it. You need to go to hospital." Kate let go of her end of the spine board, and ran back.

"Grommet! Kate!" Yelled Lachie. Chase grabbed the other end of the spine board.

"Heidi, Jordan, get her out. She'll destabilise it and end up trapped." Heidi and Jordan sprinted after Kate.

"Kate, don't do it! Leave it, we can get it out once all the debris has been removed!" Called Heidi. Kate didn't listen, and tried to yank the motorcycle out. The blood was pounding in her ears, and she could feel the adrenaline rushing through her veins. She had her hands wrapped around the handlebars, when she felt a pair of arms grab her and pull. The stand collapsed around them, and she found herself trapped with Jordan, the bike digging uncomfortably into her stomach.

"Jordan? Grommet, are you okay?" Called Heidi.

"I'm alright. Jordan got clocked on the head though, and he's unconscious."

"Can you get out?" Asked Chase, stepping forward to assess the crumbled stands. Kate struggled for a moment, and stopped, defeated.

"No. Jordan's on my back, and I can't move my arms." Dean, Lachie and Chase started pulling the debris away carefully. Heidi stood and waited, tense and nervous. When they finally got them out, they had to lift Jordan into an ambulance, as he was still unconscious. Heidi went with him.

"What were you thinking Kate?" Roared Dean. She shrugged her shoulders.

"I don't know, I just wanted to get the bike out. It seemed to mean a lot to him."

"You don't do something like that Kate. You wait for the rest of us to work out how best to get it out without getting yourself injured. Don't do it again, or I'm reporting this to your father." Kate shrugged her shoulders again, and sat in the patrol. She was coming down from her adrenaline rush now, and wasn't feeling as well, but she couldn't believe the rush that whole moment had given her. She couldn't think. She finally was able to do something exciting, dangerous, other than surfing. Sure, with surfing there was the possibility of one of the fins slicing you open, or a concussion on a sandbank, but with Rescue there were so many more possibilities. She sat back in the patrol, and sighed. Lachie climbed in beside her, having secured the area and handing it over to the police. He switched on the engine, and they pulled out of the main arena.

"So I'm supposed to talk to you now, tell you how you messed up, and basically grill you. But I'm not Dean, so I'm going to tell you, good effort out there today, and it's what I would have done." He looked at her, and she grinned back at him.

"Do you guys always feel like this?" She asked.

"Feel like what?" He asked, concentrating on the road.

"Like you're on this high, after you've done something like this. I got this incredible adrenaline rush while I was running forward to get that bike out. I felt all powerful, amazing." He nodded.

"Yeah, you get that on your first few rescue's, but after a while, it tones down a little, and it just becomes work." She closed her eyes, thinking about all the possibilities. Lachie focussed on the road, glancing at her occasionally. He pulled into the station house, and Kate jumped out and raced inside. Lachie shook his head at himself, and climbed out. Kate came running down the stairs, tote bag in one hand, a brightly coloured beach towel over her shoulder. Vince's keys were in her other hand.

"Where are you going?" Asked Lachie.

"Just out."

"Does your Dad know you're taking his car?" She nodded.

"Of course he does." Kate opened the driver door, and pulled her P-plates out, sliding them under the number plates. She hopped into the driver's seat and reversed out, and sped down the road. She wound down the window, feeling the wind ruffle her hair. She pulled into the carpark near the beach, and parked. She dragged her board off the racks on the roof, and stripped down to her bikini in the parking lot. She sprinted down to the beach, board under her arm. She hit the surf, and paddled out past the sand breaker. She had a new surfing trick she wanted to try, and it was risky. She waved to Bethany, a surfing friend from way back. She headed for where the perfect waves could be found, and waited. Her patience was rewarded with a beautiful wave. She paddled a little, then stood up, lining her board up. She became one with the wave, and tried to execute the turn. She failed, and flipped back off the board, falling into the pounding waves. Her board snapped back, the fins cutting across her leg. She flinched as she came up to the surface, and climbed back onto the board. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, the adrenaline racing through her veins. She just had to do that again.