"She felt his pulse; there was nothing, not one single heartbeat"

'D.K., can you still hear me?' Billy Walsh called out through the smoke; he heard a quiet but near reply

'Yeah, I can still hear you.'

'We need to find those people then get out,'

'You don't need to tell me twice.' D.K. mumbled as he followed Walsh down yet another line of cubicles to find the sources of the voices they kept hearing. They had been walking for some time now and their search for the voices was coming up useless. Walsh was tired of walking so he sat down and D.K. bent down beside him.

'We need to keep moving,' D.K. muttered to him.

'I know, just a minute though.' Realising defeat D.K. sat down beside him to catch his breath 'Radio back down to Lt. Johnson and see if we can get some assistance.' Billy said to him as he passed him the radio.

'D.K. to Lt. Johnson do you copy?' Static was all that he could hear, so he tried again. Still nothing but white noise. Slightly worried he tried again,

'Can anyone hear me out there?' Nothing but static once again, 'I can't get anyone Billy,' He said returning the radio to him,

'What do you mean?'

'I mean that no one can hear us and has no way of contacting us.'

'Then we need to find a way out of here.'

'What about those people?'

'How can we save them if we don't know how to get out ourselves?' D.K. nodded his agreement. There was no disputing, for in the life of a fireman, if you can't get along, it might cost you your life. The two of them got to their feet and looked for a way out, and then Billy pointed to another door with the flashing 'EXIT' sign above it.

As Billy reached for the door handle a burst of fire consumed them.

'AAAHHHH!' Billy screamed as the fire pushed him into D.K. and knocked them both to the ground.

'Lieu has D.K. or Walsh contacted you yet?' Jimmy said into his radio,

'No, why do you ask?'

'Did they say they were going upstairs?'

'Yes, what's going on, Doherty?'

'Maybe nothing, but the staircase was in flame, we couldn't get up there.'

'Find another way Jimmy.' Lt. Johnson yelled back to him. Jimmy assured Lt. Johnson that he was doing everything he can to get upstairs. Gerardo was behind him listening to the conversation with some interest,

'Wow, he's worried.'

'He has a bad record with these warehouse fires; he's lost too many friends and co-workers to them.' Jimmy replied with a serious look in his eyes. All was true; he too was worried that Walsh or D.K. might be in trouble and Jimmy being unable to help. The other firemen were everywhere putting out the small fires that had popped up on the ground floor. Jimmy and Gerardo had been in charge of clearing the north half and Lt. Johnson the south. Jimmy's team was not working their way towards the staircase. Nearing it, they realised that it was going to be harder then simply soaking it, to put it out.

'Lieu, someone put gasoline on these stairs.' Jimmy nervously said

'WHAT?'

'Gasoline, the stairs we couldn't go up, they are soaked in gasoline,'

'How did they get up then?'

'Beats me, were trying to put it out now, we'll contact you as soon as we do.'

'Alright.'

Gerardo passed Jimmy a fire extinguisher and the team coated the stairs.

The shots ripped through the house. Bullets whipped through Bosco's hair and he felt many fly by him. They riddled the walls behind them and let light shine through the holes.

Bosco keeled over as pain lurched through his body. Flashlight and gun rolled out of his hands as he fell. Lying on the cold floor he attempted to focus on the shooters, now running down the stairs. They stepped over Bosco's motionless figure and ran out the back door. His vision was blurry; he didn't get a good look at them.

'I'm going to get them, as soon as I get up, they're going to pay.' Bosco's mind screamed at him. The adrenaline was pumping and the blood coursing through his veins. He struggled to get up, but despite all his strength, he could not move.

'BOSCO!!!' he heard Faith yell in fear as she ran into the dark hallway. Her figure was blocking the light from reaching Bosco's eyes, but it didn't matter. They were clamped shut, darkness consumed him.

'Bosco? Talk to me, please!' Faith whispered to him as she knelt by his prone form '55 David to Central, we need emergency units to respond to our location, we have an officer down, 10-13, 10-13' Faith shouted into her walkie-talkie.

She felt his pulse; there was nothing, not one single heartbeat.

Faith looked up, tears streamed down her face as she started pushing on Bosco's chest. The sounds of sirens were thick in the air. Faith rubbed her eyes to wipe off the tears. Other police officers and paramedics stormed their way into the house. Doc was there; lifting Bosco up onto a gurney and Alex took over Faiths job and pounded on Bosco's chest.

'Bosco, please don't leave me, please Bosco' Faith cried into her sleeve as she raced along side of the gurney and out of the house to a sea of officers faces, eyes wide with fear.

'Faith we need you to move, we'll do what we can.' Alex said to her pulling Faith's hand away from Bosco's.

'Can I ride with you guys?'

'Sorry, but we need to work here. Follow us to Mercy, okay?'

'Alright.'

Faith got in to the squad car and squealed off, after the bus.

'How is he?' Doc called from the driving seat of the bus,

'He's still not breathing. Hold on, there we go.' Alex yelled in delight as Bosco's heart started to beat rapidly and he took a sudden intake of breath,

'Bos, hello? If you can hear me, blink or move or growl, something.' Alex mumbled very closely to his ear. Bosco let out a very loud groan and blinked his eyes numerous times.

'There you are, don't try to move, I'm extracting the bullets,' Alex commanded him as Bosco tried to roll over, 'Just relax, ETA is just over a minute,'

'Fa..ai…th..' Bosco groaned at Alex as she pulled out a bullet from his vest

'She right behind us, you took four bullets to your vest and one just grazed your shoulder, so just relax'

'Hold on,' Doc called as he pulled into Mercy's parking lot. He stopped and jumped out, he went to the back of the bus and was met by Mary Procter and some other nurses, and together they got Bosco out of the bus and wheeled him into the hospital. Alex hung back and waited for Faith, within seconds she pulled in, along side the bus,

'Well?' She asked Alex

'He's breathing, I got to say Faith that is one tough chicken you got there. C'mon lets go in,' She replied with a small smile on her face. Faith didn't understand why Alex was smiling, but before she knew what was going on, she and Alex both walked into Mercy Hospital, smiles on their faces.