Disclaimer- Tim Kring, Tailwind and NBC own it all. I only own a fertile imagination and a desire to play with other people's toys.

A/N- Man if I could get my hands on Harrison J. Matthews the Third… Well maybe I'll send him to a really nasty maximum-security prison where he can get beaten and abused for about twenty years. What do you guys think? All those in favor of turning old Harrison into a very battered convict, raise your hands.
jtbwriter- again many thanks. Glad you're enjoying it.

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Jordan stepped up beside Garret and slipped an arm around his waist. "The transport team is here, Gar. We need to step out of the way."

Dr. Taylor was standing in the hallway with a tall blond man. "This is Dr. Graham, the head of trauma surgery." She said

"Dr. Macy." The man shook Garret's hand and nodded toward Jordan. "Looking good there, Cavanaugh." At Jordan's puzzled look he smiled. "We did a rotation together through labor and delivery, remember?"

"Oh, right. Mark isn't it?" Jordan said.

"Yes." He turned to Garret. "Do you have any questions before I go scrub in?"

"What are her chances?" Garret's voice cracked.

"Right now, about 40 percent. Once we've stopped the bleeding and repaired the damage to her lung, spleen and liver, that will probably improve somewhat. I've got Vijay Nacre on call for the neuro-surgery. He's probably the top guy in New England. I doubt we'll be doing anything about the fractures tonight, but Eric Nessardin is standing by in case her vitals improve enough, he does work for the Sox and the Patriots." The transport team came out of the trauma room as Dr. Graham finished speaking. "I'll keep you posted." He turned to follow the gurney.

"I have other patients to see." Dr Taylor said. "I hope your friend recovers." She returned to the ER desk.

Surgical Waiting Room

Garret had been pacing since they'd gotten to the waiting room. Jordan was worn out from watching him.

"Garret, you're white as sheet. Why don't you sit down before you fall down?" Jordan told him. "We just have to pray she'll be alright. The trauma team here is the best and Mark Graham was always very thorough and dedicated in training."

"If she doesn't make it, I'll kill the bastard." Garret hissed as he threw himself into the chair beside her.

"She'll make it, Sarah's a survivor. She survived fifteen years with the asshole, she'll survive this." Jordan touched Garret's arm as he sat beside her. "You gotta get it under control man, or you're gonna blow a fuse." She tried a change of subject. "Sounds like you two have gone way past just dating. So what's next, move in together, marry the girl?" She teased weakly.

Garret could see how hard she was trying to distract him; he decided to play along. "Marriage, huh? You know Jor, that's not a bad idea."

"Are you serious!" Jordan gasped.

"Yeah, I am serious. Actually I've had the ring a couple of days now. I was going to ask her tomorrow night." Garret pulled a jewelry box from his coat pocket and handed it to his best friend.

Jordan whistled softly when she opened the box. "It's beautiful, Garret. You've got great taste. Sarah will love it."

"If she lives to see it." Garret dropped his head into his hands and his shoulders began to shake.

Jordan rubbed his back and brushed tears away from her own eyes. "Come on, Gar. Sarah's going to make it and I'm gonna have to buy a tux so I can give you away at your wedding. I'm mean who else is gonna be your best man. I'd have made you my maid of honor, but you'd look pretty silly in a Vera Wang and Ferragamo pumps."

Garret raised his head and laughed in spite of the tears in his eyes. "Not as silly as Nigel would have."

Jordan laughed and hugged her best friend. The two settled back to wait.

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A/N- Well, tell me what you think. You know what to do, use the little button and express yourself.