A/N: Hey guys! Next chap is up, and there's an important AN at the end! Read it!


I walked along the only path, calling out for Jordan, to no avail, worst case possibilities crossing my mind with every step.
My radio crackled out Vince's voice. "Rescue 6 portable to rescue 5 portable. Heidi, do you copy?" I didn't answer, knowing I would be in trouble once Vince found out where I was. "Heidi, answer your radio."
"Rescue 5 portable, I'm here Vince." I said.
"Negative, you are not here because we are here. Where are you?"
I swore to myself, and looked at my map. "Um… I'm at 22.9, 20.3 heading south-west. Jordan was heading in this direction, ok Vince? I need to find him, I'm worried."
"That's great Heidi, now turn around and head back this way." I kept walking in the direction I had been heading. "Heidi, I'm serious." I could hear the annoyance in Vince's voice. "You are here under sufferance and you're pulling this crap! Stop walking." Vince was yelling now.
"I think he's in trouble Vince."
"Heidi, hear this." Oh shit, I thought. Vince is pissed. "This is a verbal warning, alright? Wow, wait, there's one, there's another one. Oh, and yet another one. DO you understand I will suspend you? There is a psycho woman prisoner out here with a gun, and you're hiving off on us alone? Do you want to try and get yourself killed?" I was on the verge of tears, worrying about Jordan and what I would do if he died, but I pushed them down again, clipping my radio back onto my jacket, and walking off, ignoring Vince totally.

I spotted a clearing up ahead, with a power stanchion in it. When I walked in, I found something on the ground. With closer inspection I discovered it was a bandage bag that had almost certainly come from Jordan's pack. I looked around, desperately searching for any sign of Jordan, but came up empty. I stood up and ran onto the path I had not taken before.
"Rescue 5 portable, Vince I found a bandage bag. I'm at 22.1, 19.8. It's got to be Jordan. I think he's with Sheree. He must be treating her."
"Listen to me Heidi. If he's with Sheree, he's probably being held at gunpoint. Heidi!" Not the best thing to say to me Vince, I thought, wiping a tear off my cheek.

"Sheree O'Brian is on foot, heading north of our position. Jordan is in pursuit." Lara radioed to everyone.
"Rescue 5 portable, I'm on my way." I ran off, following Lara's directions.
"This is rescue 6 portable, Heidi, stop chasing right now." Vince commanded.
"Not until I find Jordan." I replied. Wow, I was going to be in shit for this.
"Do what I say. She's got a gun."
"I'm not stopping." I said.
"What part of stop do you not get? Are you trying to kill yourself?"
I heard someone yelling, someone that sounded like Jordan. "Jordan!" I shouted, running towards the yelling.

I saw someone wearing blue up ahead and sprinted. "Jordan," I said, running my hand along his shoulders when I reached him.
"I'm fine, I'm okay, I'm okay." I looked down to the blur that was below him, and realised it was Sheree. She was unconscious, with Jordan treating her.
"What happened?" I asked, reaching into my pack and grabbing out a pair of gloves.
"I think she's OD'd."
I checked her pulse, which was slow. "She's unresponsive." Jordan said.
"Pulse is weak." I said, putting my gloves on.
"BP's dropping," Jordan stated. "How much morphine do you reckon she's had?"
"I don't know… Administering 1 mL of Narcan." I checked that I had the right amount, before injecting it into her. "Going in. Anything?" Jordan shook his head.
"Lost the last patient we had too…" I said, mind wandering back to the crash.
"Heidi," Jordan touched my arm. "We crashed into the sea, we're lucky to be alive, ok? Just try again." Jordan brought his hand back down to Sheree, checking her pulse.
I tried getting another dose of Narcan out, fumbling over everything. "Here you go," Jordan reached to help me, but I pushed his hand away.
"I've got it, I've got it." I injected the Narcan into the unconscious prisoner. "Come on, Sheree. Come on…" I begged as Sheree took a large gasp of air.
"Just relax," Jordan said to her, before turning and smiling at me, holding my hand.
"Call it in, I reckon there's a few people who'd like to hear your voice." I handed Jordan my radio.

"Rescue 3 portable to all units."
"Jordan, you're alright!" Michelle responded.
"Not a scratch."
"If that's Heidi with you, she's disobeyed orders." Vince said.
I rolled my eyes, and Jordan smirked. "Ah, yeah. What do you wanna do, Vince, stand her down? Patient Sheree O'Brian has been treated for morphine overdose. We'll be taking her back to mobile HQ."
I leant in and kissed Jordan full on the mouth, him eagerly responding.
"Copy that. Any sign of Miranda?" Vince said. Wow, great way to ruin a moment…
"Yeah, she headed north. She had some keys with her." Jordan said.
"Yeah, stand by." Vince said. "There's a car park two clicks north of you, Deano. You're the closest. Over."
"Yeah, copy that." Dean answered.
"Looks like our concussion patient has a plan." Vince stated.
"We're on our way, rescue team leader out." Dean radioed.

I leant over and kissed Jordan again. "What's that for?" Jordan smirked.
"Don't ever do that to me again. I was freaking out. I nearly got suspended! I hate you right now."
"No, you don't." Jordan kissed me lightly, and wiped a tear from my cheek. We hugged for a few minutes while Sheree recovered, then headed back to HQ.

I was checking my pack, when Jordan tapped me on the back. "You okay?" He said, leaning on the side of the empty ambulance.
"Ask me again, I dare you."
"You okay?" Jordan smiled.
I laughed. "You're the one who got held at gun-point. How are you?"
"I'm a little bit shaken" Jordan confessed.
"Least you can admit it. You know, if anything happened to you out there today, I couldn't cope with that." I reached up, ready to punch Jordan in the arm. "I mean, what kind of idiot chases after a crazy woman with a gun? She murdered someone and shot a cop, you could have been next, you doofus."
"I had a duty of care." Jordan said defensively.
"Yeah, to look after yourself!"
"You can't talk, you spent half the day chasing her against Vince's orders." Jordan smirked.
"Yeah, well I was chasing after you, wasn't I?"
"You hungry?" Jordan asked.
"Why? You asking me out on a date?"
"Nah, I'm asking you to shout. I'm skint!"
I sighed. "Great. Smooth." I said walking away.

Jordan came up behind me. I turned and looked at his puppy dog eyes. "Fine, but we're having fish and chips. I have a craving."
"Fish and chips is good, and I definitely don't want to get in between you and your cravings. I've done that before and it gets ugly." I laughed, remembering our drive to McDonald's at 3 in the morning for a cheeseburger.
"Hey Vince, is it alright if we head off?" I asked.
"Yeah sure, see you two tomorrow." Vince said, with Michelle waving goodbye behind him.
I pulled the keys to one of the rescue cars out of my pocket, and Jordan reached across and grabbed them out of my hand.
"Oi!" I protested.
"Nup. I'm driving." He said, jumping into the driver's seat while I climbed into the passenger's seat, laughing.


IMPORTANT A/N: I can't promise when the next chapter will be up, as I got in an accident during a dance class today, involving someone rolling into my supporting arm, and my elbow was dislocated, sprained, and there's a possible fracture. It sucks seeing as I am a featured dancer in a big performance in 2 days time. Due to my injuries, I can barely type, but I will try to write the next chapter as quickly as possible. It's currently half-done, so it shouldn't be too long, but I'm hoping you will all understand the wait between chapters. Thanks for reading all of this, Elena xxy