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Monday came all too soon. The best greeting that Heidi could offer anyone that morning was a grunt as she threw her bag into her locker, stomped up the stairs and pressed the power button on her computer as hard as she could, deriving some satisfaction from inflicting pain on this piece of technology.

If she'd been paying attention, she would have noticed the furtive glances of her teammates around her – the same looks that were thrown her way when she went into what Chase had called her 'Pregnant, Hormonal and Out of Bounds' state. Perhaps she did notice, but at the moment she was beyond caring as she stood near her desk and placed her hands on her back, leaning back with a pained groan. Her back was killing her.

Snarling when she couldn't find that what she was looking for in the fridge, though in all honesty, she wasn't entirely sure what she was looking for either, she found her path miraculously clear as she moved between the desk, fridge, filing cabinet and the lockers when she had to go there again to grab the phone she'd stupidly left in the bag. Oh yes, and the toilets. Let's not forget her regular friend.

Even Michelle had given her one look and shut her mouth as she changed her path and headed into her office instead of coming over. She just needed a few moments to rant and rave and then she would be good to go. She doubted even Jordan would approach her in that half an hour until she had managed to wind herself down in preparation for the evil arrival of the press, but he surprised her when she felt a pair of warm hands slide onto her shoulders as she glared at her computer screen and tried to input her password for the fourth time.

An involuntary groan slid by her lips as his hands got to work massaging her tense muscles and her head dropped forward. When the best medicine she'd had all day – hell, all year – suddenly stopped, she raised her head once again as she objected in sounds that may have resembled the English language if she had put a little more effort into it.

Jordan's hands left her shoulders as they slid around her and tapped at her keyboard. 'Might help if you had the right user name, Heid,' said Jordan as he corrected her error before pressing a kiss to her head as he left and she just stared at the computer screen.

Not for long though. Grabbing his hand before he is totally out of reach, she turns her puppy eyes on him. 'Just a little more,' she begged.

Jordan obliged and it was this scene that Paige Delacarte-Sowery walked in on. 'So this is just one of the services that Rescue Special Ops provides is it?'

Turning, Heidi decided instantly that she did not like this woman. And damn if she didn't look good too. She wanted to look like that! The tightness of Jordan's hands caught gripping her shoulders would make it apparent that the skinny, buxom brunette was also having an effect on him.

Shaking off the grip, she swung her chair and stood up as the journalist made her way over. 'Hi I'm Paige,' was the confident introduction, complete with a hand stretched out ready to be shaken. But as she got closer, Heidi discovered that the hand was going to completely bypass her and it was Jordan who she greeted. 'Ah, Jordan Zwitkowski.'

'A pleasure.' It's now that the attention turns to her. 'And you are?'

'Heidi Wilson,' she said with a tight smile. 'I'm your tour guide for today.'

'Well isn't that nice,' said that hateful woman. 'But if you will excuse me, I think that I will see your boss first if you could please point me in the right direction.'

As Paige met with Michelle, Heidi turned from leaning against her desk frame to find all the men of the station huddled behind her, looking to get a look at the journalist that would be with them for the week. 'What is wrong with you lot?' she said exasperatedly.

'We're men,' said Jordan comfortably and Chase added his two cents worth. 'We're genetically wired for this kind of thing.'

'Mmm,' agreed Vince. 'You can't blame us.' He made his point by gesturing upward. All were quick to disperse though when the office door opened and Michelle and Paige stepped out.

Sending one last glare at the now 'look-at-me-I'm-working-so-hard' men, she plastered a grin on her face as she faced her boss and the journalist. 'I will leave you in Heidi's capable hands,' said Michelle in a dismissing tone. 'But if you need me, you know where to find me.'

'Thank you,' said Paige as Michelle left. 'So where do we start?'

The general station tour didn't take long, and Heidi could see that Paige wasn't much interested in the layout or procedures. She found out swiftly that the journalist was more interested in actual people.

Finding it hard to avoid answering her invasive questions, and feeling exceedingly uncomfortable when Paige began to push about the protocols for pregnant women on the job, Heidi was thankful when Vince called the team up for a callout. 'A scenic train has hit a tree trunk that fell onto the tracks. The train has tipped and we have people stuck.'

'How many people are we talking?' asked Dean.

'Three carriages just after the morning rush,' said Michelle. 'It's not too bad, but our biggest problem will be that the train is on a hill.'

Heidi's gratitude at the callout dropped when Michelle declared that Heidi and Paige would remain behind at the station. 'But the whole purpose of me being here is to see you in action,' objected Paige as the team scurried around to get ready.

'Perhaps another op,' promised Michelle as she grabbed her own bag and jacket. 'This one is far too risky.'

'I understand,' said Paige, but Heidi suspected that she was anything but.

'Let's go people.'

And sure enough, just minutes after the team had left, Paige turned to Heidi with a glint in her eye. 'You're going to take me there.'

'To the scene?' confirmed Heidi incredulously. 'You heard our orders.'

'Yeah yeah,' scoffed Paige. 'There is no way that I am going to be hanging out here while some other bastard steals my story. So are you going to help me or not?'

Heidi looked undecided as Paige pressed on. 'After all, I'm your best friend at the moment, I would think.'

Well, when you put it that way. 'Give me the keys,' she gritted.

'I don't think so.' Stepping outside Heidi can see why. Damn if the woman couldn't get any more perfect – she had a Holden HSV. A golden one. 'Pretty eh?'

As Paige drove as fast as she could – which wasn't that fast if you consider that the Rescue vehicles had the benefit of flashing lights – Heidi turned to the determined woman. 'You'd do anything for this wouldn't you?'

'For a story? You bet,' said Paige with a short laugh. 'And I have a feeling that this is going to be a big one.'

It was.

By the time they managed to get to the train wreck, the team was hard at work. The front carriage was torn clean in half, the driver's cabin crushed against the trunk, with the back end gaping at the break. The other half lay on the ground with the second carriage. And she could see immediately that it was this combination that was going to be a problem. The doors were inaccessible and it looked like the windows could not be opened from the outside.

The third carriage was actually miraculously intact, still standing on the rails on the slope. That carriage may have been devoid of people, but there were people everywhere else, and more arriving - some more welcome than others.

Paige was scribbling away like mad and her camera was already taking photos furiously when a distraught woman came up to Heidi. 'My son is on the train.'

It took a moment for Heidi to realise that the woman was talking to her. 'I'm sorry,' she clarified. 'Is your son missing? The team is working hard to get everyone free,' explained Heidi as she pointed to the first and second carriages.

'No you don't understand,' sobbed the woman. 'My son was in the third carriage. We all got off, but I think he might have gotten back on. I need you to check please.'

Another man ran up behind the woman, a girl of about ten not far behind him. 'Tahlia, we can't find him anywhere.'

'Are you the missing kid's father?' asked Heidi turning to the new arrival.

'Yes,' said the man. 'You've got to find him.'

'What's your son's name?'

'Oliver,' sobbed Tahlia. 'Ollie for short.'

'I'll see what I can do,' promised Heidi as she gestured for a uniform to come over and take the distraught parents aside. She reached for her radio, Paige still scribbling furiously beside her.

Before she can announce her arrival or say anything, the sister of the missing boy shouted loudly as she pointed her finger at something beyond them. Both Heidi and Paige turned in slow motion to look.

The third carriage was rolling downhill.

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Next Chapter: Can Jordan get to Ollie in time?