Nick hoped that Warrick had found cover. From his vantage point , behind the burning Hummer, all he could see were the soles of shoes. The knowledge of the owner of those shoes made him sick. Each time he had tried to get a better view a shot had rang out. He could hear his radio crackle and squelch almost in stereo.
"Oh, Man!" he muttered realizing the other radio he was hearing was somewhere near the body. A body he had to reach.

"This is Nick Stokes, does anyone copy?" Nick said into the radio, whispering afraid his voice would bring down another volley of shots. He looked up shielding his eyes from the sun.

"Nick, thank God." Warrick's voice hissed out of the speaker "Where are you?"

"Behind the burning Hummer, You?" Nick's physical relief matching his voice.

"I got pinned down behind a garbage can." Warrick said. "Can you see him?"

"Who ?" Knowing the answer , but not wanting to hear it out loud.

Something caught Nick's eye and he didn't hear Warrick's reply. Someone was crawling toward the body. Then, he heard Warrick's voice.

"Lady, get back! Are you crazy? What are you doing?"

She didn't answer, she crawled to the body and began to open up the coat and shirt. She checked his pulse, and searched his body.

"If I were going to get hit I would have already. That sniper is gone. I cannot just cower somewhere and watch this man bleed to death." She shouted.

Nick and Warrick got out of their hiding places, tentatively, ready to hit the dirt at the first sound of a shot. Blood was everywhere. The largest concentration seemed to be coming from his chest.

"He's been hit in the chest and arm. He is barely alive. If he is not in an OR in minutes he will die. Get those EMT guys over here now" She directed as she grabbed Warrick's arm and pulled him to the ground. Warrick kneeled down.

"Put your hand here." She pressed his hand to the man's arm. While her hand stayed on his chest. It looked like her fingers were actually inside his chest.

" The shot to his arm is almost as severe as the one to the chest." she began to explain. The EMT arrived with a stretcher.

"Hey, I got to ride along, keep my hand in the hole. You got the arm?" The EMT began to work on the arm.

"What took you so long " she said accusingly to the EMT.

"Media, it's a circus out there doc. Hey you okay? You got blood on your neck." The EMT began to check her as she shrugged him away.

"Bump on the head when the explosion knocked me down." She answered and began to climb into the ambulance her hand never leaving the chest wound.

"I'll pull him through , don't worry." she said looking at Nick and Warrick as the doors closed.

Cameramen and reporters scrambled for their van's as the ambulance screamed away. A few reporters stayed behind to do wrap ups on the scene. They saw Nick and Warrick and swarmed.

"No Comment" Warrick said waving them away like wasps.

"Was this some sort of gang violence?"

"We've gotten reports this may be terrorist related? Any comment"

Almost in unison the reporter turned an faced in the opposite direction, Warrick jerked his thumb to Nick.

The chief of police had finally shown up and was now taking questions from the media. The last thing Nick and Warrick heard was the chief telling the reporter that the identity of the officer wounded during the incident was being withheld until family could be informed of the incident.

"Good luck with that." Warrick muttered

"What?" Nick asked

"He only has Elle and I doubt even the chief could find her." He sighed.