A/N: I DO NOT OWN THE NIGHT SHIFT. SOME DIALOUGE IS FROM THE SHOW TO HELP WITH ANY MEDICAL INFORMATION THAT MAY NOT BE SHOWN CLEARLY. THANK YOU. (2 PART CHAPTER)

8:11PM

"Did you guys get caught up in the storm?" TC asked as he watched Lori and Drew wander in, both wrapped up warmly as they shook off the rain they had collected from their hoods.

"Yeah and I'm late for a meeting with Ragosa." Lori grumbled. Finally, Ragosa had agreed to find another surgeon to help her run the department. She hadn't been sure who it was but she was promised that she would be satisfied by the Managing Director's decision.

"Okay." Drew nodded. Offering to take Lori's coat, she handed it to him with a thanks and headed off, telling him she would meet up at break.

"I think there's a person missing from that coat." Jordan joked as she saw Drew holding the soaked jacket and bag.

Looking down, Drew explained that Lori was late to her meeting having been caught up in the storm on their way to work. "I'm just gonna drop these in her locker and I'll be out."

"Incoming!" Molly called, interrupting Drew's plan. "Dr Alister, TC. You're needed over here."

Jordan sighed. "Give them here. I'm sure she wouldn't want you rooting through that mess she calls a locker anyway." She chuckled, accepting the clothing from the older Alister, Jordan made her way to the locker room.

"What do we got?" Drew asked as he and TC advanced towards the gurney that was currently being wheeled in. With the winds high and the storm coming closer it was almost a dead cert that San Antonio Memorial ER would be swamped tonight.

"Line worker, struck by lightning." TC visibly winced at the paramedics words. "BP's stable but he's having runs of PVCs."

The two doctors nodded, looking between each other they decided that Drew would take this case. "Okay, I got this one. Paul, you're with me." He said as he waved the intern over.

8:30PM

"Sorry I'm late." Lori apologised when she finally caught up with Ragosa and...Scott. Her face now one of confusion, she questioned. "I wasn't aware we were in talks with a Dallas merger?"

Scott chuckled. "No, I'm just thinking about relocating." He shrugged.

"Dr Clements here would join you as Co-Head of Trauma Surgery her in SA Memorial, as you have made me perfectly aware, we are lacking surgeons. Dr Clements here has been informing me on his plans for the future of the Trauma department." Michael explained, his voice mocking as he recalled Lori's pleas for the ER to expand.

Lori was taken aback, as far as she knew Scott had no interest in joining her as a Trauma surgeon. Not that she wasn't grateful, of course she was, she needed the extra help and he had in fact been her first choice. "Well, don't let me stop you." She smiled, sickly sweet. She hated being talked down to.

Smiling, Scott continued. "In addition of having four state-of-the-art trauma rooms and a dedicated trauma CAT scan machine. I mean it would be a remarkable upgrade for me but-"

Not having been there earlier, all Lori could do was stand and listen. "But of course you have your own personal circumstances to consider before accepting?" Lori continued for the doctor, he nodded in agreement.

"What's to figure out? The two of you can come together and make the greatest Trauma department in Texas." Michael shrugged, using his arms in emphasis. It was true, Lori was known for her quick thinking but he knew she couldn't work alone, she needed someone she could delegate to, someone she could trust.

"Mr Ragosa? TC's looking for you." A nurse informed as she wandered past.

"Just let me know by the end of the day." The MD asked before he waddled away down towards the main entrance of the ER.

"All the way to Texas to 'think about it'?" Lori chuckled. Shaking her head, she began searching through some patient files that had been left on the nurses station.

"I thought you were in neuro?" Scott continued, slightly confused. Jordan had spoken to him a few times about the possibilities of him working here and during those discussions she had mentioned that his boss, Lori had a speciality.

Lori nodded. "It is my specialty but no, I'm Trauma." She smiled. "So, are you looking to get your hands dirty?" She asked after a moment or two.

"I'm just here to observe today." Scott informed the young doctor. "I could possibly shadow you, after all, you could be my new boss. Speaking

"Well. You know what they say about first impressions." She winked. Picking up the right file, she began walking down the corridor.

"You better follow her. She's hard to keep up with." Kenny informed the doctor.

Taking his advice, Dr Clements caught up with the young doctor eventually, he had had to work his way through the tens of patients and the masses of doctors and nurses to reach her. This was going to be one busy shift.

When Lori and Scott arrived in the main ER, it was hectic. Doctors and nurses were moving around, treating patients and organising the reception as people continued to stroll in.

"A tornado just tore through the Sidewinder Trailer Park. Fire department is on the way. Paramedics got in an accident." Molly informed from behind the nurses station, alerting everyone into action. "TC and Lori?" She suggested, looking at Lori before her head turned to T who had just walked out of a trauma bay.

TC nodded.

"Wanna join?" Lori offered the surgeon.

Scott nodded. "I've done search and rescue for five years. It's a good way to see this place." He shrugged.

TC agreed, spurring into action, he ran towards the locker room to grab the medi bags and their jackets.

Meanwhile, Jordan had reached the locker room. Lori's locker was beside hers and she knew where she hid the spare key, so it hadn't taken her long to open it. Unlocking the door, Jordan left it open as she shook the coat to dry it a little, satisfied, using the spare hanger she hung it up. As the doctor had been ready to shut the door when she had knocked Lori's make up bag to the floor.

"Crap." She muttered.

The contents of the bag had been scattered across the floor noticing the unlabelled orange cylinder on the floor Jordan's eyes widened, picking the cylinder up she couldn't recognise the drug inside but it was half empty.

It was a military issued label but not one she was familiar with. Taking out her phone, she typed the details in. She had been too preoccupied, she hadn't heard the locker room door open and close.

"What you doing down there?" TC joked.

Jordan sprung back in shock, both her phone and the orange cylinder dropping from her hands. Quickly composing herself she scrambled to pick up Lori's belongings, placing them in the bag she looked around for the container, but it was nowhere to be seen. They were under the bench.

"Looking for these?" TC asked, bending down to pick up the cylinder. "Didn't know you were sick?" TC continued, suspiciously.

"Yeah. Just a little- um iron deficiency." Jordan brushed off her ex-boyfriend.

It was clear that TC didn't believe her. "So..why did they fall out of Lori's bag?" He said, indicating the branded make up bag. He had known it wasn't Jordan's because she still used the one he had bought her when they were both interns.

"Well- I-" Jordan had been ready to come up with an excuse but she was cut short by the door opening and closing.

"Sorry. T. The chopper's ready." Kenny said, apologising as he left the room.

Jordan stood up, taking the container away from TC, she warned him to leave it. TC reluctantly agreed but not before he grabbed what he came in for, the medic bags and their jackets.

9:12PM

"Hey Drew?" Jordan called as she spotted the older Alister work on some files at the nurses station.

Dropping his pen to his pocket, the doctor spun around. "Hey. This shift is a nightmare, right? I've had six lightning strikes in the past two hours."

"Yeah." Scratching the back of her head, she sighed. "Have you seen Lori?"

Drew shook his head. "No. She got called with medevac with TC and she took that doctor with her, Scott?" Noticing this wasn't the answer the Night Shift boss was looking for, he asked. "Why? Is everything okay?"

"Yeah. Just needed to speak to her."

9:52PM

"What do we have?" Jordan asked, her eyes flicking to Lori Alister who was holding the opposite side of the gurney as they wheeled the injured woman from the ambulance bay.

Lori had began to reel off the list of symptoms and injuries the woman had received when the young boy who they had found behind a wardrobe in the collapsed trailer spoke up, clearly fearing the worst.

"You have to make her better" He pleaded, tears running from his eyes.

Nodding to Paul Cummings, the intern was quick to take care of the young boy, taking him towards the break room to keep him company whilst the doctors took care of the mother and he awaited a nurse to take over. He had been asked to check the child for any injuries that had possibly been caused during the collapse too whilst they waited.

"Pulse ox 75 percent. BP's 84 systolic. She's already on 100 percent oxygen." Lori continued. Finding an empty cubicle, they pushed the woman that lay on the gurney through allowing the onslaught of nurses to join and assist.

"There's a huge air leak from the bronchopulmonary injury on the right side. We need to divert ventilation to the left side or her stats won't come up."

"You tried to intubate her left bronchus?" Jordan asked. When the two doctors shook their head, she knew they hadn't had time.

"Let's do a Texas Twist." TC decided, looking towards Lori for confirmation, she nodded.

The surgeon quickly butted in, not caring for the silent conversation that had been going on between Lori and TC. "I've done them."

Lori smiled. "Not like this."

10:12PM

It had just past 3AM, TC was around doing something or other but no one had really seen him around, he was most likely with a patient or hitting on some nurse that was around.

Drew and Kenny were with Paul and Krista, teaching them different sutering techniques. When Krista had joked that sutering was a 'nurse's job' he had been quick to protest and made the two new interns learn a lesson or two.

Lori was really tired and she couldn't wait to get this shift finished. Whilst she had stabilised her patients, Scott had decided to go and meet up with Jordan.

"How's it going?" Jordan asked hopefully, her hands rested in her pockets as they wandered around the hospital.

Scott nodded. "Yeah. Just a little...different."

Jordan chuckled, nodding. She knew exactly what he meant. "TC?" She guessed. She wouldn't have been surprised, especially since he had a very 'battlefield' way of doing things and she couldn't blame him.

"And Lauren."

"Lori." Jordan corrected, she recalled Krista confused at the preference in name. Noticing Scott's same confusion, she continued. "She'll have your , she's not that bad. A little ruff around the edges but isn't every military personel." Jordan shrugged.

"Oh okay." Scott nodded, muttering something about how 'that explains it'.

"Anymore thought on the job?" Jordan urged. It would be nice for her boyfriend to move closer to her but she couldn't help but worry about the strain that could be caused and how it would effect their relationship.

"I like it. I can do some real good things with this place." He said, almost victoriously. Kissing his girlfriend, he smiled. "I'm going to find Ragosa. I'll meet you at the debrief?"

10:55PM

Drew headed towards the break room just after 2AM. He hadn't seen his sister all evening and they had promised to catch up on their first break but she had been called out on a medevac, he just hoped she had taken one now. True to his hope, he found his sister curled up on one of the break room chair's, she seemed to be doing some sort of report but Drew couldn't be sure.

He couldn't help but smile at the pure concentration on his sister's features, she used to hate school and any form of review work but she seemed to have changed, in more ways then one. Her physical appearance was different. Her once long blonde hair was now layered and styled rather then left natural. She was thinner but he couldn't be sure if that's what three years of not seeing someone would appear as. He noticed that she now wore glasses, he never knew she wore.

"I didn't know you had a script for glasses." Drew voiced his thoughts from where he was leant against the door.

Lori jumped a little. Rubbing her eyes from under her glasses, she yawned. "Yeah. Just helps with red eye." She smiled.

Drew smiled, he moved to sit on one of the chairs beside her but not before he poured them both a coffee. "What you up to? Heard you had a pretty hefty night."

"Yeah. Scott's been shadowing me-" She yawned, again. "I just had to finish these reports to submit for the vacancy."

"Since when does my sister need any help."

She shrugged.

"How are you doing kid?"

The Alister had been taken aback by the sudden question. "Just a tough shift," She offered simply.

"You seem to be having a lot of those." Drew commented.

Lori rolled her eyes. "What are you now? My keeper?" Shaking her head, she really didn't want to get into this, she had this to finish and an argument was the last thing she needed. Hearing Drew's phone sound and the sudden smile that appeared on his face, she changed the subject. "So..when do I get to meet him?"

Her brother's head snapped up, "You're not."

By this point most people had already determined Drew's sexuality. TC, like Lori, had known for a while whilst Topher had made some comments here and there. Jordan guessed too. However, poor Krista had been none the wiser and had only realised when she had tried to hit on the Reserve, he immediately pushed her away and it hadn't been until he refused point blankly to return her casual flirtation she put two and two together.

"Course I am." She shrugged, giving her brother a smile. "So when do I get to meet him?"

Drew couldn't help but burst into a grin. "He's coming home." He smiled. "He's coming home."

Forgetting her work, Lori leaped from her chair and enveloped her brother in a huge hug, congratulating him. Eventually getting up from his chair, Drew told Lori he'd meet her outside later and told her to try and get some sleep. "You're getting bags under your eyes." He pointed out, earning himself a slap on the arm.

11:01PM

"Okay, listen up, everybody. Thank you for tonight. Before you all go I'd like to introduce our new Co-Head of Trauma Surgery who will be working alongside Dr Lauren Alister is, Dr. Scott Clements. These doctors will be your first point of call on surgery cases. Let's give them a hand." Michael Ragosa announced.

Whilst everyone congratulated the doctors TC and Drew couldn't help but notice that someone was missing. Lori. Drew sent TC a questioning look, Drew had barely seen his sister that shift, he knew she had been called out to an incident earlier in the evening but that's about all he had heard.

TC turned to Jordan, who had been waiting beside him. His voice low, he asked. "Where's Lori?"

It was Jordan's turn to look around, noting the absence. Still clapping, she shook her head. "I'll go see if I can find her." And with that, Jordan made her way to the break room.

So Lori's taking pills? But what for? Is this why she's left the army? Or is there more to her story? Find out what's wrong next chapter!

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