Hello!Another new story! I haven't forgotten my old ones, I swear! Enjoy!
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"Megs, get the people out."
"I'm not leaving you!
"Dammit, get them out!"
Special Ops Preventer trainee Kim Cattrall sat next to her best friend/partner/fellow trainee Megan Andrews as she lay deathly still on the hospital bed.
Sweat poured down her forehead………
"Can't freak now…can't freak now…These minutes right now are the longest I have ever spent in my entire life…"
Plastic tubes attached to needles stuck in her arm ran over her body and hooked into machines or nutrient bags.
Megan strained against the arms holding her back.
"You can't go in! It's too dangerous!"
"My best friend is in there! I'm not leaving her alone!"
Her left arm was broken in three places, along with four of her ribs.
Kim wiped the sweat from her forehead with her shirt sleeve. She listened to the calming voice of instructor Maxwell telling her how to dismantle the bomb. The timer was at 1:37, and he wouldn't be there for five minutes at least. That left a rushed phone class.
One leg was practically shattered, her head was wrapped in clean white gauze, covering the scars from her brain surgery, and more than 70 of her body was covered in burns.
She breathed a sigh of relief as the timer on the bomb stopped, and Megan put a hand on her shoulder. And then she didn't know what happened.
All because Megan had used her body to protect her from the bombs explosion. She herself had not gotten out of the incident completely unscathed; she had scratches and some mild burns, plus a bullet had grazed her shoulder at some point. But she should have been the one lying in the bed, tubes running in and out of her. Instead, her friend was lying there, the doctors unsure if she would ever wake up. She sat there, still a little stunned from what had happened, and held one of Megan's hands in her bandaged one.
"C'mon sis. You gotta wake up." She whispered. "You wouldn't want my life to get boring now, would you?"
About 2 months earlier
Kim was sitting at her cubicle, typing up a report on a drug bust that she and her partner had just finished breaking up. They had interviewed the witnesses, got a few confessions, collected and logged the evidence, and now all that was left was the thrice dammed report that had to be done perfectly or there would be hell to pay. Her partner Megan plopped herself down at her desk across from Kim's and watched her old friend.
"You work to hard." The red head finally said.
"I have to since you're no good at paperwork. Not only do I have my side to type up, but I have to proof ready ours. Where is it by the way?" Megan slapped it down in front of her.
"I got James to proof read it this time. He's been at a lull since they won't let him back on street work yet and was bored enough to do the honors." Kim hit the key board one last time, then the print button and watched as her report slip out of the printer.
"Then that means that we are done for today. Joe's for dinner?" Megan just looked at her, a sugary sweet, innocent smile on her face. Kim was immediately suspicious. "All right, what are you up to?" Megan batted her eyes innocently.
"Who says that I'm up to anything?" Kim just gave her a look that said 'because I know you to well, that's why.' "Oh, all right all right. I just wanted to know if you've thought anymore about taking the Special Ops test." Kim put their reports in a manila folder and handed it to the mail clerk as he passed by.
"Yeah, I've been thinking about it."
"And?"
"And it's a big decision."
"C'mon! You'd be great at it!"
"Maybe. But that's a huge commitment. Something like that is a lifetime commitment, or at the very least several years worth. If I'm going to sign up for something like that then I need to be sure that I want to make that commitment."
"You could at least take the test with me. There's no guarantee that you'd pass."
"First you say that I'd be great at it, then you say that I might not pass the test? Make up your mind!" Megan simply ignored her comment and continued on.
"Besides, if we do pass the test then we get to be trained by the Gundam pilots! They're gorgeous!"
"You do know that you probably don't stand a chance with any of them, right?"
"A girl can still drool."
"And you do know that two of them are standing in the doorway, right?" Megan, eeped, jumped around and then hid in Kim's cubicle when she saw Heero and Duo talking with their Lieutenant, and showing no signs that they had heard anything the girls had said. Though that didn't mean that they hadn't, everyone had heard the stories about their 'super human abilities.' Kim couldn't help but giggle at her friend's reaction.
"How the hell do you do that? You haven't even faced the door for the last half an hour!" Kim shrugged.
"I'm fifth generation law enforcement, it's in my blood."
"It's still creepy, and furthers my point that you would do good in Special Ops."
"Just because I'm good at something doesn't mean that I have to do it." They left the office (through a side door so Megan could avoid the former Gundam pilots) still talking and joking back and forth. But even though they had avoided any close physical contact with them, they did not escape the watchful eyes of one Perfect Soldier. He turned back to Lieutenant Jacobs after the girls had left the office. He nodded in their direction.
"What are those two like?" He asked.
"Who, Cattrall and Andrews? They're my best. Andrews has been trying to get Cattrall to sign up for Special Ops for a few weeks now."
"Do you think they could handle the job?"
"Definitely. They may act ditzy, especially Andrews, but they take their job seriously. And if they do pass the Special Ops test they'll take that job even more seriously."
"Doesn't really sound like Cattrall really wants to take the test." Duo said.
"Trust me, she wants to. She just likes to think things over thoroughly before she decides anything, especially something that could end up being a career. Did you know they're the only ones to have no unsolved cases in this department? They're wasted here, but I'd sure hate to lose them."
"Even to us?" Duo said with a smile, which Jacob returned.
"Even to you. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go intervene in an interrogation before things get out of hand." They heard a chair crash in to a wall in the interrogation room.
"Things aren't already out of hand?" Heero asked.
"Oh no, trust me, this is just a warm-up. Don't take away to many of my people, ok? I still have a job to do." He waved good naturedly to them as he trotted off, the destructive sounds from the interrogation room growing louder and then silencing as the door opened and closed.
"So what do you think of them? Good or bad?" Duo asked as they headed to their own offices.
"I can't say yet. Observing a conversation like that one isn't enough to make an informed opinion. But their records look all right." Duo gasped in pretend astonishment.
"Oh my lord! Did I just hear right? The Great and Terrible Perfect Soldier says that someone's records are 'all right'? This is a monumental moment! Heero gave a compliment!" Heero just gave him a withering look as he continued to pretend to have seizures.
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"It's unlikely that she'll ever wake up. There's just to much brain damage."
"It's amazing that she even survived at all. She took the full force of that blast protecting Kim."
"Any idea what happened? I thought the bomb had been disarmed."
"There was a trick fuse hidden in one of the wires. When it was cut…well, you know what happened."
"How's Kim taking it?"
"Hasn't said a word since giving her report."
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