A/N: Hey boys and girls! I hope these last few days have been easy on you and that you and your family have a great Thanksgiving! Take care, be safe, and have fun. College friends, enjoy the break and good luck on finals! I'd like to thank my reviewers! Beautiful Innocence, XxMeli J NightlyxX, and Kat Cora! Y'all rock! Oh, and I hope you love this update. Don't blink or you might miss. ;)

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or it's characters. I do own Mileshaw and Michel. They're my characters.

My Memory of Her: Code Blue

It had been almost a month since Heero first took on the new drug smuggling case that was also being helped out by the F.B.I. and thankfully they had gotten a few more leads that stemmed off from the drug bust Duo did, and their information led them to some bigger fish. Things seemed to be going well and Heero managed to find more time to spend with Michael and had already taken him to the mall to buy some winter clothes and so that he could start thinking of what kinds of clothes he'd want for school. On that note, Heero had talked to Quatre and Dorothy a little about the schools and which ones he should look into since he nor they actually lived in the city, and Quatre and Dorothy didn't have children so they weren't really able to help him much, but did offer him some nice choices and good advice.

He had just finished hanging up the phone with Trowa Barton when there was a knock on his door. He turned and waited for the person to come into the office and saw that it was one of the receptionists from the entrance of the building.

"Mr. Yuy, this was brought to the office for you," she said as she handed him the letter and walked out of his office.

Heero opened the large envelope and read through its contents twice. He could not believe what he was being given. Without reading too much of the details, he knew what it was about and knew of only one person who could help him and she was at the most prestigious law firm in the tri-county area. He picked up the phone and dialed out.

"Good morning, you've reached the law office of Miss Catalonia how may I help you?" asked a cheery voice on the other end of the line.

"I need to speak with Mrs. Winner."

"I'm sorry sir, she's in a meeting right now, would you like to leave a message?"

"Yes, tell her Heero Yuy will be there in twenty minutes."

Heero hung up the phone and put the papers back in the envelope, leaving it on his desk, he opened his middle drawer and pulled out a picture; an all too familiar picture of a face that he hadn't seen in over eight years. She looked just as beautiful as she did almost nine years since he last saw her.

"Why…" he said as he stared at her lively green eyes and her red hair. She always stood out from the crowd and never once hesitated to laugh, smile, and in return got him to do the same.

…

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" she said as she lent over and offered her hand to the fallen stranger who she accidentally knocked down as she suddenly got up from her chair.

"Hn," he took her had reluctantly but he didn't want to make the scene worse than what it already was. He was in a hurry; he had to go pick up his brother from his optometrist's appointment and would start calling him soon asking where he was.

"I'm so sorry, please, let me buy you a cup of coffee or tea."

"No, I have to go."

"Oh, come one, I really am sorry about this. Aw, look at you, I got you dirty with my drink," she said as she grabbed some napkins that she had gotten from her table and tried to dab dry his shirt.

"Is everything all right here sir?" asked a waiter as he saw the incident as he was bringing out an order for someone on the outside patio facing the sidewalk and street.

"Yes," he said somewhat awkwardly with her as she had tried to clean him up. She was cute and he didn't want to make her uncomfortable, even if the attention was making him feel a little awkward.

"Here, look, try this latte, it tastes good," she said as she sat back at her table and offered her glass to him.

He took the glass and put it to his mouth and took a cautious sip.

"So, what do you think?" she asked with a smile.

"Hn, it's alright."

"Aw, come now, it's good and you know it. I saw it in your eyes. Eyes tend to give away what one's really thinking and who they really are and I think you're a lot nicer than that front you put up. So what's your name?" she asked before she took a sip of her latte.

"Heero. Heero Yuy. What's yours?"

"Marie Welch, it's a pleasure to meet you Heero," she said with a smile in challenge to his stoic expression.

…

"I'm here to see Mrs. Winner."

"Oh, Mr. Yuy, she's been expecting you. Right this way," said the receptionist who escorted him to her office, "You must be an important client as she just finished kicking out a room full of lawyers and their clients from a big meeting," he said with a grin.

Heero didn't respond to the young man's comments. He needed to see Dorothy as soon as possible and was glad that she recognized urgent situations and had the gall to do whatever it took to get things done.

The young man knocked on the office door twice and then opened the door, "Miss Catalonia, Mr. Yuy is here to see you ma'am."

"Oh, Heero, how are you? Take a seat, take a seat, I'm having lunch delivered here shortly," said Dorothy as she looked away from her computer screen.

Heero handed Dorothy the envelope that was given to him after he sat.

"Hm, what's this?" said Dorothy rhetorically as she opened the folder and read the papers that were inside and with a brief scan. She furrowed her brows in disbelief and said, "You're shitting me Heero."

…

"No, no, I told you, we just can't work out," said Duo as he put his soda down.

"Aww, baby, please, he didn't mean anything! I swear!"

"No Michelle. I don't even know why I came to talk and—"

Duo looked at his cell phone and saw that it was a number from the police station. He was thankful that there was a call to interrupt the scene he was currently in with his ex-girlfriend. She had called him as he was on his way to lunch and wanted to talk. He really didn't want to go, he thought there could really be something between them but she had to go and cheat on him and break his heart. Trying to make it less awkward he said he'd meet her for lunch. His way of still trying to be somewhat of a friend and hoped that she wouldn't do what she was now doing.

"Maxwell," he answered.

"Maxwell, where is Yuy?" asked Sergeant Mileshaw urgently.

"I don't know, it's lunch time right now, he could be eating. What's the matter?"

"Barton and Bloom need to talk to him. There's been a development in the case and they need to get a hold of him now!"

He didn't like the tone she had and feared the worse.

"Shit boss, I don't know where he's at. What's going on?"

"His life is in danger Maxwell, find him!"

Duo shot out of his seat, knocking down the table in front of him and spilling the drinks all over his former girlfriend. He didn't even look back as he ran to his truck and stormed out of the parking lot already dialing Heero's cell phone. When he got Heero's voice mail, his radio went off announcing that here was an APB out for Heero Yuy. His heart sank as his foot pressed harder on the gas pedal of his truck.

…

"Okay, let's take this one step at a time. Go see Quatre and have him do a test on you and Michael. Before you say anything, I know, I know, but we still need to do this no matter what. Either you do it willingly or the court makes you and not even I can stop that, I mean I could, but it would hurt you. Then, after that, I'll let you know what time the hearing is and when it will take place."

"Alright, that's all we can do right now though?" asked Heero nervously. He was having difficulty controlling his emotions ever since he opened that envelope.

"Yes, for the time being. But don't worry, I've never lost a case Yuy, and you're going to be fine. Alright?" said Dorothy as she reached out and took his hand in hers. She could tell the man was really shaken up and knew that his world had just teetered against him. She felt bad but knew that'd she'd never experience the pain he was in so she did her best to sympathize with him.

He nodded. He was grateful her time and knew that she was the only one at this point who he could trust with that letter.

"Alright, come on, let me walk you out of here. I'll tell you what, I'll have Quatre drive Michael to the hospital and he'll think of something clever to tell him, like, that he needs a physical for school and the blood drawing is part of it," said Dorothy as she opened the doors of her law firm and walked Heero to his truck that he parked in front of her office along side the sidewalk.

"Thank you Dorothy, I just hope that everything works out," said Heero worried now that she had a confused look in her eye.

Dorothy saw a suspicious figure from across the street and carefully calculated what she could do.

"Don't move," she said as she quickly moved her hand, put it in her long skirt inside a pocket, hidden in a pleat, that Heero hadn't noticed at all, and pulled out a handgun and shot right by his head.

The street became chaos as people were screaming at the top of their lungs in fright and cars crashing into one another out of panic. Heero immediately turned to look where she shot at and saw someone on the ground. His ears were ringing loudly and could only hear a warping sound and not all the chaos ensuing around him. As it is, he couldn't believe what had just happened.

"Fuck, I missed. I think I got him in the shoulder. Would you care to tell me what's going on Yuy?" she asked calmly given that she had just shot a man across the street, in front of her law firm, right by her close friend's head. She lowered her gun and put it back in her cleverly hidden pocket and put a hand on her hip and tossed her hair back with the other.

"You're guess is as good as mine. Where did you get the gun?" he said without being able to hear what she said but managed to read her lips.

"I got it for my twenty-first birthday. I have a holster under my dress. Guess why I always wear long ones for work? There's a hidden pocket and that's where I stash it. All right, now get out of here so I can do some damage control. I still want to know what's going on with both situations! And get out of here and get to the hospital!" she said as she ran back inside her office. Her heart was beating so fast she was afraid she would pass out but had to keep her cool. She wouldn't freak out in public, and especially not to the sotic Heero Yuy.

Heero got into his truck and made his way onto the busy roads to get as far away from the chaos as possible. He had to get to the hospital with Michael and Quatre. He then remembered about his cell phone and checked his pockets. Not feeling it, he looked down at the cup holders and still didn't see it.

"Shit!" he yelled as he hit his fist against the steering wheel. He left it in his office. The one time he forgets it; he almost gets killed and can't find out anything as to why. The paper in the envelope, the shooting, Dorothy carrying a gun and firing it, and him not being able to put anything together to make sense of it was really getting to him. He took a deep breath, this was the closest he'd come to panic attack in his whole life.

…

"Miss Catalonia, are you alright?" asked one of her assistants as he put his handgun back under his desk.

"Yes, I'm fine. Get Mike on the line and tell him to go and get Quatre's Hummer from the hospital and tell him I want the same job done to it as all of my cars. If he asks any questions tell him to call T- uh, to call me," Dorothy said hastily as she made her way across the entrance lobby to her office with her hands still shaking as the silent building echoed with her footsteps. She had a feeling that the shooter wasn't aiming for Heero but that was a secret she'd keep to herself.

"And call the cops! Start the damage control Aaron! And tell George that he should be here too," she yelled before she closed her office door and picked up her phone.

…

"Hey Michael, remember that you're starting school soon?" asked Quatre nonchalantly as he hung up the house phone and sauntered to where Michael was watching cartoons on the big screen TV in the entertainment room of Quatre's house.

"Yeah, I still don't know which school I'm going to go to though," said Michael as he looked back and saw Quatre walking towards him.

"Hmm, I'm sure you Daddy knows. Anyway, you're going to need a physical. Your dad just called me and said for us to meet him there."

"What's a physical?"

"It's when you go to a doctor and they check to make sure that everything's healthy and that you are in great health to start school."

"Oh, okay. Will it hurt?"

"Um, there might be a small part that hurts just a little bit, but I'll tell you what. Since I'm your doctor, I'm going to be doing the physical and if I hurt you, you can hurt me back. Deal?"

"My dad's going to be there, right?" asked Michael not liking the sound of him getting hurt.

"Yes, of course."

"Um, okay."

"Okay, go put your shoes on, okay?"

Michael got up silently and put his shoes on as Quatre turned off the TV and escorted Michael to one of the house's side doors that would take them to the garage.

"Michael, you know that I'd never hurt you, right?" said Quatre as he closed his truck door and pressed the garage door button for it to open. He only said it might hurt because of the blood drawing, he wanted the boy to have somewhat of a heads up for it.

Michael looked back at Quatre and he couldn't help but notice that Michael's eyes were slightly darker than the last time he saw him for his birthday and that his hair wasn't as red as it once was. Quatre mentally told himself that it was only the lighting in the vehicle because of the dark interior and that it was nothing else. His main concern was getting him to the hospital and to figure out why Dorothy sounded a little off over the phone.

"But as a doctor, I have to be honest with you too. Now, I didn't say I was going to hurt you, I said it might."

"I know, but I'm scared," said Michael softly while looking at the Hummer's floor and at his feet as they hung over the comfortable chair.

"Aww, you don't have to be. I'm going to take care of you. I promise! I've been your doctor since you were born, there's nothing I don't know about you. Like that little mole on your leg," said Quatre as they got on the highway heading towards the hospital in an attempt to ease the boy's fear with some humor.

"I know, I trust you," said Michael with his cheeks reddening with embarrassment from the mentioning of his mole that is near his unmentionables.

Quatre continued driving his tank as Michael sat happily listening to the music that was playing. Quatre swerved a bit as a big truck cut him off. He looked at Michael to make sure he was okay and he looked back at Quatre with concern.

"Sorry buddy, some guy cut me off. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm okay."

Quatre looked back on the road and saw that the truck that had cut him off was also doing the same to other drivers and then the vehicle managed a one-eighty degree turn and was now heading towards oncoming traffic and the Quatre spotted a familiar pickup. His eyes widened and fear struck every chord in his body.

"No!" yelled as he hit his hazard lights, slammed his foot on the gas and the Hummer's engine roared as it tried to advance as fast as it could, and he fought his way to try to approach the vehicle, in an attempt to prevent it from hitting the pickup but it was too late and the reckless driver slammed into the other pickup truck with a very loud sounding smash. Pieces from both vehicles flew in every direction and some even hit Quatre's Hummer, which scared Michael terribly, as the tank came to screeching halt. Quatre had already put his hand over Michael's chest to keep him seated and to offer him some comfort.

"Stay here!" yelled Quatre as he got out of the Hummer and went towards the pickup truck.

Quatre didn't get any response back from the limp body that had it's head hanging down with blood running down it's face. Quatre's heart was beating so hard that it hurt and so loud he couldn't hear anything but it's pumping.

"Daddy?" asked Michael as he approached the truck.

Quatre looked back at the boy, "Michael, stay there," he said firmly.

The boy was really shaken up from the incident and now looked petrified.

"Get back in the truck and close you eyes Michael. I mean it," said Quatre as calmly as he could yet with enough authority to let Michael know that he meant business.

Michael slowly turned his back to the scene, opened the truck's door, climbed up, buckled in, and covered his eyes as streams of tears ran down his face.

Quatre, took a deep breath and was doing his best to ignore all the people freaking out over the incident around him. He had to remain calm and cool, or else he could kill Heero. Ignoring what medical training would advise him to do, he knew that he'd die if they'd wait for an ambulance to fight through traffic and get here. As Quatre made his way over to Heero again and looked at the driver who crashed into Heero and saw the figure move. He started to panic. Then he heard a gunshot go off and the figure no longer moved. Startled by the shot, but thankful that he had one less victim to worry about he did his best to get Heero out of the cab and carried him to his truck. He managed to open the back seat and put Heero across it and covered him with a blanket he kept in the back. Quatre looked at Michael and saw that he still had his eyes covered but could hear his breathing being labored and knew he was terrified and crying. He was too, but he couldn't let Michael know so he just let his silent tears stream down his face and did what he had to do.

He got into the driver's seat and began driving off as fast as he could while Heero laid motionless and pale in the back seat and Michael trembling next to him. Quatre pressed a button on his steering wheel and a tone rang.

"Memorial Hospital," he said in a shaky voice.

"Now dialing Memorial Hospital," said the voice in return to Quatre's command.

"Memorial Hospital," answered a nurse.

"This is Doctor Winner and I have a victim of a MVA. Patients name is Heero Yuy, birth date is one-one-eighty," Quatre paused and looked at Michael as he kept his eyes on the road as he dodged traffic and did his best to keep the wheel steady to not hurt Heero more than he already was and to not further agitate Michael, who had been silent ever since he saw his father's truck smashed. Thankfully he was too short to see the actual accident take place like Quatre had, "and this is a code blue."