This is chapter two of my story. I got a few good reviews on the first chapter, and I hope this one is just as good as the last. In this chapter, you do find out the meaning behind Chloe's nickname for Johnny, but that's all I'll give away. You'll have to see more as you read. Hope you enjoy. Also, I DO NOT own any of the characters here. Though I wouldn't mind owning Johnny Gage.

The klaxons went off just as soon as Johnny walked back into the kitchen and Roy had gotten off the phone with Joanne.

'Squad 51, possible heart attack. 323 White Stag Lane, 3-2-3 White Stag Lane, cross street Willard. Time out 13:10,' the voice on the speaker called out.

The two paramedics ran out the door. Roy checked the giant map on the wall and then snagged the piece of paper from Hank.

"Hey… that's right near my apartment complex," Johnny said looking at the paper. For some reason, the address on the paper looked oddly familiar.

Roy nodded as the garage opened and he drove out.

Sirens wailing, and the lights flashing, the little red squad truck sped down the streets of Los Angeles California.

After several minutes Roy turned down the street White Stag, slowing to a stop as he approached the house.

Johnny jumped out of the squad, grabbing the equipment and running to the door. "I don't think there's anyone here to open the door. There's no vehicle, the victim must have been the one to make the call," he said.

Roy nodded and knocked on the door. After a moment he just pushed it open and ran inside. Sure enough, there on the ground was a man, fully conscious, but in pain.

"Thank God you men are here… I think… I think I'm having a heart attack," he said grasping his chest.

Johnny looked at the man. "Mr. Cook, are you all right?" he asked as he walked over with the equipment and started to set it up.

The man looked at the dark haired paramedic. "Johnny… I'm in grave pain," he said, closing his eyes.

"You know him?" Roy asked as he set up the phone that connected to Rampart.

"I come over on my off days to walk his dog, I thought the address sounded familiar," Johnny claimed, starting to take Mr. Cook's vitals.

Roy picked up the receiver and put it to his ear. "Rampart Base this is rescue 51."

Johnny sighed. "Pulse is 90 irregular, B.P. is 180/20, pupils are equal and reactive… respiration is normal," he said.

Roy nodded. "Rampart we have a male, approximately 50, possible heart attack. He is conscious. Vitals are, pulse 90 irregular, B.P. 180/20, respiration normal, his pupils are equal and reactive."

Johnny looked directly at the man. "Mr. Cook, can you tell me where it hurts?" he asked.

The man pointed to his left arm, one hand still on his chest. "Here, and here," he claimed.

"Start up for an EKG Johnny," Roy instructed, repeating what he had been told.

Johnny nodded as he did so. Today was certainly odd so far. First Chloe, and now Mr. Cook. He wondered just how many people he knew personally that they would have to run out to for rescue.

"Johnny… am I going to be all right?" Mr. Cook asked grabbing Gage's arm.

Johnny looked at the elderly man and nodded. "You'll be just fine Mr. Cook, I guarantee it," he said with a smile.

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The ambulance doors opened, and the attendants carefully pulled the stretcher out. Johnny soon following.

Dixie walked over as soon as they all came in. "Get him into treatment room one," she instructed. "Dr. Early," she said as the silver haired neurosurgeon walked past.

Early walked into the treatment room. "Heart attack?" he asked looking at Johnny.

Johnny nodded. "Yes sir. Vitals were unchanged on the way in," he stated.

Early looked at the man. "He seems to be doing all right now. As always you boys did a fine job," he commented.

Johnny looked at Mr. Cook. "So he should live?" he questioned.

Early nodded. "I say the odds are for him, he has a very good chance. Oh, and a Miss Banks was asking for you, you might want to check on her," he said as he started to check over Mr. Cook.

Johnny gave the doctor a crooked grin before he turned and walked out of the treatment room. His heart pounded against his chest as he quickly found out where Chloe was and headed straight for her room.

Chloe was sitting up in bed, a plate of food in front of her and her arms crossed as the door opened. Her eyes shot up. "Johnny!" she cried in joy. She sat up and moved the small table away from her.

Johnny raised an eyebrow. "Chloe… eat," he ordered as he walked over and sat beside his girlfriend.

Chloe shook her head. "The food here is terrible Johnny… I can't eat it."

Johnny tapped her nose. "You can and you will. I don't want to have a call out again because you've passed out, and then have to stick you with one of those again," he claimed pointing at the I.V.

Chloe frowned. She really didn't want to eat, though she didn't want to argue with Johnny either. She sighed lightly. "Do I have to eat it Teddy Bear?" she asked looking Johnny directly in the eyes and pouting.

Johnny nodded. "You have to Blue, that won't work for me in this case," he said placing a kiss on Chloe's cheek. "Please eat… for me," he whispered as he started to nip at her ear lobe

Chloe giggled lightly. "Now that isn't fair. I hate when you play that card," she claimed. She blinked her big dark blue eyes and smiled.

"I do, it always seems to work. Now eat Chloe," he ordered.

Chloe grumbled slightly. "You sir Gage, are really mean," she said as she took a small bite at the food infront of her.

Johnny shook his head. "I'm not mean. I care," he said.

Chloe sighed and yawned a bit. "So… you're picking me up tomorrow right?" she asked curiously.

Johnny nodded. "As soon as my shift is over. Then we're going up to my partner's house. I'll get to introduce the love of my life to the entire A shift of station 51."

"Why are we going over there?" Chloe asked.

"Because they're having a cook out and want you to come with me. It's something the Desoto's do every now and then. Trust me Chloe, it'll be great," he assured.

Chloe sighed and nodded. "All right. I'll go," she said before she placed a kiss on Johnny's cheek.

Johnny smiled. "I have to get going, Roy has no clue I'm up here. I'll see you in the morning," he said.

Chloe nodded once more before she slowly started to fall asleep, completely forgetting about the food infront of her.

Johnny frowned before he walked out of the room and prepared to leave the hospital. Now Chloe was pushing it. But he couldn't leave her; he loved her too much. He didn't know what he would do now.