"Do we have an ETA on the EMT's?" Deacon said into his radio.

"3 minutes out" Cortez answered.

Deacon frowned scrunching his eyebrows together. He wasn't sure how long Street had left without their intervention. Those minutes waiting for them to arrive felt like an eternity. Street was barely hanging onto life. His trousers and vest burned from the electrical cables and Chris ran her eyes over his body wondering what the damage was that she couldn't see.

Tan and Rocker were placing sterile dressings on the burns to his legs, arms and abdomen. Logan and Luca were both standing talking to Cortez who had just arrived. Chris had not let go of his hand or taken her hand off his chest. She needed him to be okay. He had to be. She was absolutely terrified that she was going to lose him. A stray tear ran down her face and she quickly wiped it on her shoulder. 'God don't let them see you like this' she whispered to herself, 'get it together'. Deacon was kneeling on the other side of Street. He glanced at Chris and saw the tears in her eyes. He knew she was terrified right now. He reached over and placed a hand on her shoulder. She glanced up at him and he gave her a nod and a concerned smile. "Hey…... we got him back" he said.

She turned up the corner of her mouth and slowly closed her eyes before reopening them. With every second that went by, she felt worse.

"What is taking them so long?" she shouted, she knew he needed help …. now! … he hadn't regained consciousness and his vital signs were barely there.

Cortez heard the anger, fear and frustration in Chris's voice. She moved and knelt next to her. "They are in the building Chris" she said placing a reassuring hand on Chris's back.

"Come on Street…... hang on for us" Cortez said squeezing his shoulder.

Suddenly Street sucked in a deep, but strained breath. His body began to quiver a bit, then he shook like he was fitting. Chris still holding his hand leaned over him "Street…. Street…" she said holding his face.

"No pulse" she shouted and moved like lightening. Straight back onto his chest "1…2…3…4...5..." she counted out loud as Deacon reacted quickly hitting the activation button on the defib again.

"Stand clear" the robotic voice sounded "do not touch the patient…... analysing rhythm"

She let go of him and held her breath whilst the machine analysed his heart beat rhythm.

"Shockable rhythm not detected…... resume compressions" Chris's heart sank 'rhythm not detected… his heart has stopped' her inner voice cried, she let out an audible whimper

"NO….NO…...NO" she shouted leaning on him again "1….2….3….4…5….6…. 7.." she counted out loud, as Luca began to count with her…. 'You cannot die on me' she said in her head looking at his pale, ghostly complexion and lifeless body 'I need you…... I want you…. f# k why didn't I just tell you' she yelled at herself in her head. Luca gave him two breaths and she continued again, Tan had tried to take over, but Chris wasn't budging.

Just then the EMT's arrived and began to work on him. She didn't let go of his hand. She couldn't. She had to be there for him. She was wasn't letting him be alone. Things swirled around her as she held his lifeless hand. Her mind raced to all the moments they had had lately. She reminisced about the feel of his body against hers, the softness of his lips, the way he could look at her and make her feel like she was the only girl in the entire world. The way the rest of the world fell away when she was around him. Why had she let all her fears about the complications with work interfere with just telling him she loved him and wanted to try this with him? Why had she let the doubts about the success of a relationship with him stop her? All those worries and roadblocks that seemed to make sense to her at the time all seemed so trivial and pointless now.

"Chris," Tan's voice bought her back to reality. "Let them work" he said with care in his voice as her tugged her hand free of Streets and guided her back.

"I… no… he needs" she started

"He needs their help…. Let them work" Tan said again in a firmer tone, seeing how distraught she was. As she stepped back, he hugged her into him, and she felt the tears rising. She sucked in a deep breath and supressed them…. "I'm good" she said moving to stand on her own, but never taking her eyes off him.

The EMT's had intubated Street and managed to get a steady, but weak heart beat back. The older one was squeezing the bag for him whilst the other loaded the heart monitor, defib and medic bags onto the gurney next to Street.

"We gotta move…now" he said, beginning to role the gurney towards the elevator.

"I'm coming with you" Chris said. Not waiting for anyone to approve she stepped into the elevator and grabbed his hand again. She glanced back at Cortez and team as the doors closed. They all looked at her concerned and Cortez gave her a nod. Riding in the back of the ambulance she held his hand in hers. She intertwined her fingers with his and rubbed her thumb back and forwards over his.

"Come on Street…. hang on" she pleaded in a whisper. The EMT looked at her, he knew she was upset and panicking so he tried to reassure her,

"He is doing ok for now" he said. "How long have you two been partners?"

Chris really didn't want to make small talk with the EMT right now. She was so consumed in her own thoughts.

"Ah…. we've been teammates for 2 years" she looked loving at Street, "he's my best friend" she added. The EMT nodded and patted her knee, "We are doing everything we can" he said. She tried to muster a smile at him but could barely breathe herself. She felt the ambulance turn and slowdown and they entered the ambulance bay at the hospital.

"Can you hold this? Squeeze every second and don't stop" he said handing Chris the bag attached to the intubation tube. She squeezed it, not missing a beat, whilst the EMT's unloaded the gurney and moved him inside.

A nurse took the bag from Chris as soon as they were in the doors. Whilst another nurse ushered her away from him. "Give them some space now honey…... he is in the best place possible" she said in a caring tone. Chris looked up her with teary eyes.

"I need an ECG, CT, Full blood count and urine test stat" the ER doctor ordered as they pushed him in the nearest resus bay.

"Will he be ok?" Chris asked. Her voice shaking.

"We won't know anything until he is assessed by the doctors and they have run some tests." The nurse answered. "I'll take you to a private waiting room." She continued as she guided Chris up the hall. Chris looked back over her shoulder at Street in the resus bay, hooked up to all those machines. She dropped her head and tears began rolling down her face. The nurse made her a cup of tea and handed her a box of tissues and a magazine.

"I'll be back as soon as we know anything" she said patting her shoulder. "Is there anyone else you'd like me to call?" Chris shook her head,

"No, it's ok…. Thank you" she whispered.

As the door closed and she sat their alone all she could do was cry. If Street didn't make it, she would never get the chance to talk to him about what happened that morning, to explain why she had suddenly kissed him again, and what she was feeling. She worried that she wouldn't be able to tell him why she had doubts that they should go down this road, but also why she thought they should just take that plunge and try. As her tears dampened the tissues she stood up and paced back and forth. She knew the rest of the team wouldn't be here until they finished up the mission at the OUE Sky Space, that could be hours yet.

Her phone dinged, it was Deacon,

"How is he?"

"No news yet, I'm praying that's a good sign" she typed back.

She slumped down on to the couch and placed her head over her knees. She tried to slow her breathing and calm herself. 'Come on Street… I need you to be ok' she whispered as she sat back resting her head on the wall she stared aimlessly at the roof.

She wasn't sure how long it had been, she had been off in her own daydream but suddenly the door opened, Commander Hicks, his daughter Molly and Dr Wendy came in. Chris gave them a strained smile as she stood up.

"Sir…. Molly, Doc" she said as she adjusted herself.

"Relax Chris" Hicks said…... "What's the latest?"

Chris looked at them, they were obviously concerned for him too, but Chris wasn't sure she could speak right now without breaking down and falling to pieces.

"Um… they ah…... haven't been back in here yet but…. the …. the last time I saw" she paused feeling the tears welling up "the last time I saw him they were breathing for him" she swallowed hard again bit her lip…. "he is in real bad shape".

Dr Wendy moved in and hugged her. "How are you?" Wendy asked putting her hands on Chris's shoulders. Chris licked her lips, blinking to stop the tears and shook her head,

"I hate this" she managed before more stray tears rolled down her face.

Hicks spoke to Molly and asked her to go get somethings from the car. He began to pace the room as he spoke on the phone to someone about the incident. Wendy sat with Chris on the couch.

"Why is Molly here?" Chris asked

"She was in the car with Hicks and I downtown. They had been to lunch when I ran into them and they offered me a lift back to HQ. That's when we got the call, we came straight here" Wendy answered.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and all three of them jumped. A young doctor in this early 30's opened the door.

"I gotta go… I call you back" Hicks said hanging up the phone.

"Good Afternoon, I'm Doctor Lawson," he said extending his hand to Hicks,

"Commander Hicks" Hicks said.

"Officer Street is currently in surgery" He began looking at all three of them, Chris was frozen in fear and was aware she was holding her breath.

"What? Why?" escaped her mouth before she could think.

Dr Lawson continued, "The electrical shock that he has sustained caused him go into cardiac arrest, several times. This was due to some damaged heart muscle. We need to remove the damaged tissue and restore proper blood flow to the heart as quickly as possible to avoid any major long term complications"

Chris took a sharp breath in. "Complications?" she said tilting her head, the fear was unmistakeable in her voice.

"Officer Street, may suffer some permanent damage to his heart, this may mean further surgeries down the track and or medications to support his heart function" Dr Lawson explained, before continuing "his left femur is fractured and there appears to some free fluid, possibly internal bleeding around some of his organs." Chris let out a breath and darted her eyes back towards where she had last seen him.

"There are also 3rd degree contact burns on his legs, arms and abdomen which may require surgical intervention in the coming days. He is in a critical condition, but please know we are doing everything we can." He finished.

Chris couldn't speak. She closed her eyes and exhaled as she dropped her head. This was bad, really bad.