AN. Sorry it took me so long to update. I had a massive writer's block. Please forgive me.

Webster walked into Global Dynamics shaking her head slightly. It was going to take a while for her to get used to that damn hologram hiding the road. She stepped out of the elevator, straightening her fatigues and giving her best 'I'm the Colonel and don't fuck with me face.' She stopped short when she saw Carter walking by her. "Sheriff Carter, fancy seeing you here."

Carter laughed, and looked pointedly at her uniform. "I'm always here. What's up with the cammies, planning on going off to war?"

Webster actually chuckled. "No. I hate my dress uniform, so I wear my ACUs whenever I get the chance. Dr. Blake said that this place was a little laid back when it came to the dress code."

Carter started walking with her to the lab. "Well, you look very relaxed. Hey, I know you probably want to be on time, but I was wondering if you wanted to grab some coffee, before you start and stuff."

Webster looked at him appraisingly. "That sounds like a very good idea. But you're driving, I hate that damn hologram."

Carter laughed. "No problem." Carter knew this woman was incredibly smart, just like the rest of Eureka, but the fact that she found little things, like the hologram and no menus at Café Diem, disconcerting made her seem so much more normal. She didn't flout her MD or all the things she had done. Carter was convinced that she only mentioned she was a doctor or a soldier when she was asked. "So, you have a place to stay yet?"

"Yeah, GD already set me up in a place. Gotta tell you, nicest house I'll ever live in." As they started driving back to GD they got stuck in a traffic jam.

Carter looked mildly concerned. "What the hell is going on?"

Webster shrugged. "It's a traffic jam. They happen all the time."

Carter shook his head. "No, this is Eureka. We don't get traffic jams unless something crashes in the middle of the road." Jo started running past the car and Carter yelled out. "Jo! What's going on?"

Jo shrugged her shoulders. "I don't really know. They're saying it was an accident, I think someone's hurt."

Webster got out of the car. "That's my cue. Do you have a first aid kit?"

Carter nodded and threw one at her. They all followed down the road until they came up on the wreck. "Shit," said Carter. The car was flipped on its roof, and from the look of it, it had flipped several times. The windshield was completely smashed in, and the doors were totally collapsed. It was a Beamer with the license plate STARK1. "It's Stark's car."

Stark was lying half out of his car, blood poring from his forehead, and seeping through his shirt. Webster ran to him, and slid on her knees so she was next to him, oblivious of the broken glass. "Hey buddy, ya still with me?"

Stark looked at her fuzzily, but didn't answer. She took off her over shirt and rolled it up under his head. "C'mon man, stay with me, wait, no, look at me." Webster dolled out orders to Stark sharp enough that he paid attention, but with kind voice of a doctor. "I'm here man, so don't you go anywhere." Webster put her fingers against Stark's throat, counting. She shook her head worriedly. "Carter, we need to get him to a hospital, and fast."

Carter shook his head. "Jo, pull the seats out of my Jeep, I'll take him to GD."

With the help of Carter and Jo, Webster got Stark into the car. She crawled next to him, ripping his shirt open. Her jaw clenched in worry and concentration, but gave no more outer sign that anything was wrong. Carter looked at them, concern written on his face. Webster looked at him sharply. "Hey, Sheriff! If I don't get him under the knife in 20 minutes, we're gonna have some problems."

Jack nodded and slid into the drivers seat. He sped down the road at full tilt, sirens blaring. "You, uh, act like you've done this before. I always thought doctors sucked in the field."

Webster had her hand pressed against Stark's abdomen, attempting to stem the bleeding. "I was a combat field surgeon. Advanced teams like Rangers and Marines needed doctors but there was no way for them to get to us, so we went with them."

"Wow, I'm impressed."

Webster laughed. "You know, people always have this image that doctors can't fight. We have to go to OCS just like everyone else. We just happen to wield scalpels instead of guns. We do know how to fight, it is the first job of a soldier, and in the army people seem to forget, you're a soldier first, then a doctor or what ever you do second. Your duty as a soldier outweighs all else if that's what's needed."

As Carter sped down the straight a way, he took a hurried glance towards Stark. Webster was kneeling by his side, her hands pressed against his abdomen. Despite her best efforts, they were having little effect. Carter could see the blood poring between her fingers, the edges of the wound ragged. Webster gritted her teeth, Stark had more than one wound that was life threatening. A section of the car frame had gone through his leg, severing the femoral artery. Shards of glass from the windshield had torn the gash in his stomach. Webster grabbed her jacket and shoved it against the stomach wound, holding it with one hand. Her right was placed at the top of Stark's leg, pushing as hard as she could against the femoral artery.

Carter looked back towards the road, thanking God that the bridge was only 50 feet away, and Stark was conscious, more or less. The car skidded to a halt directly in front of the doors to GD. He leapt from the car yelling for medics. He sent another silent prayer when he saw doctors with gurneys run out of the building. Jo had called ahead with the situation.

Webster got Stark up on the gurney and left with out saying a word. Allison ran up to Carter, worry evident on her face, and signs of recent tears. "Oh Carter, is he going to be all right?"

Carter held her close. "Don't worry, as much as you didn't trust Webster, she seems to know what she's doing. He's still alive. Her biggest worry was getting him here."

Allison nodded, her body going numb as the possibility of Nathan dying. She let Carter lead her into the building and down into the medical wing. Henry was waiting for them, concern painted across his features, as he glanced frequently from them to the door to the operating room. After what seemed like hours, Webster walked through the door, still dressed in her blood stained combat uniform. Her face was haggard, and had blood smeared across, but she looked hopeful.

"Allison?"

Allison stood up shakily. "Jenna, how is he?"

"He lost a lot of blood, but he's going to be fine. Thankfully the shard that severed the femoral artery made a clean cut, so it practically closed itself off. We are going to have to keep an eye on the stomach wound, it penetrated deep into the abdomen wall, and sliced up the stomach pretty bad. We're keeping him on some hefty bases to keep the acidity level down, but I'm not sure how long we can keep that up. I'm afraid it's going to be real touch and go for a while."

Allison nodded, fresh tears appearing. "Can I see him?"

Webster looked towards the door, thinking for a second, but shrugged whatever thought was going through her mind off. "Yeah, sure. He's sleeping now, and will be for a while, but if I tell you to leave, you have to go immediately, no questions asked."

Allison nodded, and followed Webster into the room. She gasped quietly when she saw Nathan. His face was as white as the sheets he laid on, the dark red of the different cuts on his face and arms were in sharp contrast. But for all the injuries, he looked at peace. She pulled up a chair and sat down. "Thank you so much Jenna. I was wrong to doubt your skill as a surgeon."

Jenna crossed her arms. "It's alright Dr. Blake. I just wish this wasn't the way I had to prove it. Stay as long as you want, I'll be in the next room over if you need me."

Allison nodded her head in thanks. She grabbed her PDA and held it to her ear. "Fargo?"

Fargo's tinny voice answered immediately back. "Yes Dr. Blake?"

"Can you bring my laptop to the infirmary? I'm going to be working down here today." Allison put the phone down, and gazed at Nathan, praying hard for the first time in a long time, that the man she loved wouldn't leave her for a second time.

Jenna looked at Allison through the window between the two rooms. She held the office phone to her ear, answering in only curt yeses and nos. She listened for a long time, half paying attention to the phone, and staring at Allison and Nathan. "Yes sir, I understand. I don't know the circumstances of the crash, but I imagine the sheriff will investigate it. Yes, sir. I will give him an alternate blood sample. Well, regardless what caused the crash, Blake trusts me now. And Stark will be out for awhile, so I'll pretty much be by myself." Webster gave the phone a predatory smile, almost accenting her canines, giving her a feral, slightly evil look. "Perfectly sir." She put the phone down and leaned back in her chair, putting her hands behind her head. "Well, this has to be the easiest assignment I've ever been given."

AN. Ah ha, I have added intrigue. I'll try to update sooner, but no promises.