Hi all! This is my very first Emergency fanfiction! This is a work in progress meaning it is unfinished. I'll try to update as often as I can, but I make no promises on prompt updates.
Disclaimer: I don't own any part of Emergency or subsequent characters (They belong to their real owners). I only write this story for amusement and entertainment purposes and make no profit save for good writing practice.
The day had steadily gone from bad to worse. Johnny Gage scooped the keys off the kitchen counter and grimaced at the state of the room. A stack of dirty dishes piled precariously in the sink paled in comparison to the sticky syrup that dripped off the edge of the table pooling on the already dirty floor. Normally his house wasn't this messy but the last few days had been hectic.
He'd missed cleaning the house twice in the last three days and now it was in shambles. Johnny's eyes drifted to the clock and surprise stirred him into action. He was late for work! Dashing around the island in the middle of the kitchen he avoided the puddle of syrup and grabbed his jacket slung over the kitchen chair. He yelped in pain as he stubbed his toe on a pair of discarded shoes he'd forgotten about.
"Of all the-" Johnny trailed off as he worked to pull on his work boots and head out the door, failing to lock the front door on his way out.
Vaguely, he debated going back and locked the door but he pushed the thought aside. He was late as it was without going back to the house. Sliding into the driver's seat, Johnny turned the key in the ignition and backed out of the driveway.
Coming to a stop at the intersection Johnny glanced both directions before hitting the gas. He was halfway through the intersection when the truck blew through his own stop sign, T-boning the drivers door.
In slow motion, Johnny watched the truck barrel closer. Every second seemed like an eternity as inch by inch doom came closer. A bitter laugh escaped his lips at the irony of the situation. He just couldn't seem to catch a break.
Glass cascaded down on Johnny like falling rain. The impact snapped his head to the right as darkness took him.
"Hey Cap! Have you seen Johnny?" Roy DeSoto questioned.
Worry coursed through every fiber in his being. Roll call had come and gone without any sign of his partner. Roy had quickly called Johnny's landline and received no answer. At first he'd chalked it up to Johnny being late, but after fifteen minutes had passed Roy knew something was wrong.
"No, I was just about to ask you the same question. I'll tell you what, when he does get here he's going to get an earful that's for sure." Captain Stanley took in the nervous posture of his paramedic. Whether he liked the thought or not, he was beginning to suspect something was wrong. One look at Roy was enough to tell him the thought was shared.
Roy started to speak only to be interrupted by the tones sounding through the station. His heart dropped to his toes when the location was a few blocks away from Johnny's house. Could it be Johnny? No! Roy stamped out the traitorous thoughts before they had time to grow. The location may be close to where Johnny lived but that didn't mean Johnny was the victim.
As Roy yanked open the door of the Squad, he heard Captain Stanley informing the dispatcher they were down one paramedic. A desperate sinking feeling weighed Roy's stomach when he got behind the wheel and the Captain handed the address through the open window. He could already tell today wasn't going to be a good day.