A/N Anyone know if it's Serge or Sarge? It's short for Sergeant..

Also, I'm pretty sure I answered the reviews and stuff, but I had some email troubles. So sorry if I missed yours, I really appreciate it!

To my anonymous reviewer Lizzy:
I actually noticed that watching all episodes the past week. But since no one noticed it (except you :P) I was a little lazy to change it (A).

You will see that I used subject in this chapter. That happens when you watch all those different shows!

Previously:

She lost consciousness while the medics were putting her on the stretcher. They put her on a heart monitor, there was a rhythm. It was uneven and weak, but it was a rhythm.

When she arrived at the hospital they put her in a trauma room so they could see what the damage was. Owen walked towards her to see his friend on the table. He took a breath before checking her vital signs, they were just transporting her towards the OR when she flat lined.

…

Greg was on his way to the hospital when Donna called.

"Donna, St Simons?"

"Yeah Greg."

"How is she?"

"I'll tell you when you get here. They're operating on her now."

"Be there in 5." He hung up the phone, he didn't want to crash his car.

…

He walked through the ER-door and towards the nurses station.

"Greg." He turned around when he heard Donna.

"How is she?"

"She lost consciousness back at the scene and her vitals were all over the place, that's all I know." Greg paled, she could really die. She could die and they spent the last few days apart.

"What happened?"

"We were on scene, we didn't know what the subject looked like. A man came towards us, we told him to go back and then he shot twice. They were hollow points."

"If I ever meet the jackass who came up with cop-killing bullets.. Where's your team?"

"They were finishing things at the scene, they should be here soon." Greg nodded.

"We have to wait here?"

"Yes."

"You're sure? They will come here and tell us?"

"Yes, Greg, I'm sure." He nodded and started pacing.

"Why did you want to break up?" Greg looked at her.

"Really? You think now is a good time to tell me what an idiot I am?"

"No, it was a genuine question." She wanted to keep his mind of his possible dead/dying girlfriend and she knew he liked talking about her.

"I don't know anymore, it all seems so… Foolish now."

"You love her a lot."

"I would give everything for her." He sighed and sat down, before getting back up immediately.

"Do you want a cup of coffee?" Greg nodded.

"I would go with you but.."

"You stay here. Wait for the doctor." She gently and put a hand on his shoulder before leaving to get coffee.

"Greg, calling just in time. Just changed Izzie's diaper. Want to go walk with us?"

"Eddie." Ed could hear it in his voice, there was something wrong.

"What's wrong?"

"It's Zoë. She got shot, I don't think she'll make it."

"What do you mean, I don't think she'll make it?"

"She called me when she got shot, her vest didn't take them. She thought one of them hit her heart, the other her lung." It was silent on the other side of the line, Ed knew this was serious.

"She'll fight for her life Greg, I know she will. Sophie should be here soon, I'll come your way." Greg could hear the front door close in the background. "Soph, Zoë got shot. Can you take Izzie? It's serious." He then heard a lot of noise. "On my way buddy."

Greg hang up the phone and sat down again. He let his head fall in his hands. He then heard a lot off boots running his way. He looked up to see her team running towards him. They didn't ask him anything, judging by the way he was sitting there wasn't any good news.

It wasn't long before Donna returned with two cups of coffee.

"I'm sorry, I didn't bring you guys any." She handed Greg his cup.

"That's fine, I'll go get some." Jimmy said, he put his hand on Greg's shoulder before walking away.

"Greg." It was Donna. Greg looked up to see a Korean woman in scrubs walking their way.

"Zoë Washburn?" They all nodded. She turned to Greg, he was the only one not wearing a uniform so she thought he was family. "I can't stay long, I just came to update you. We were able to restart her heart, we've repaired the hole in her lung and are also working on the hole in her heart."

"Restart?" Greg asked surprised.

"She flat lined on her way to the OR." He nodded.

"Is she going to be okay?"

"I don't know, she's got a long way to go. We're going to be in there for at least 3 hours." Greg nodded, then her pager went off. She checked it. "I have to go back." Greg could read the page. '911', that didn't sound good. He sank back into the chair.

Greg looked up when he heard someone running in, he looked to his right to see Ed.

"How is she?" She looked around to see team two standing there.

"She flat lined, but were able to get her heart started again. And now the surgeon got a 9-1-1 page, I don't think it's going good." Ed nodded and sat down next to him.

"You called the rest of the guys?"

"No, they can't do anything here. No need to worry them."

"They'll kill you."

"Only if she dies, and if she dies.."

"Don't you dare say it. She's not going to die."

"You don't know that, Eddie."

"Yes I do, she's been to hell and back. She could handle all of that, she can handle this."

"I feel like an idiot."

"I know you do. You can talk to her as soon as she wakes up."

"If."

"As soon as." They all said in unison. Greg nodded, unconvinced.

"Can you call the guys? I don't think I can." Ed patted him on his back.

"Of course I can." He then grabbed his phone and walked a few meters, he sent his wife a quick text before calling the team.

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The waiting room was now filled with police, some of them in uniform, some not. They still hadn't heard anything from the doctor. The Korean doctor was there over an hour ago, and nothing new. Ed watched Greg break down piece by piece.

"The longer they operate the better it is. It means she's still there, right?" Ed said. Greg nodded. Ed then walked towards the desk and asked if they could call the doctor for an update.

…

"Greg." Ed got his attention and pointed towards a doctor walking towards them. Greg stood up.

"Dr Hunt." Greg recognized him from when she got shot in the mall.

"We're still working on her, it's not easy. They used bullets that explode on impact. It's a lot of work. I can assure you we're doing everything we can."

"But her lung is already fixed, right?" Owen nodded. "And what about her heart? The Korean doctor said she flat lined and then she got a page and had to run."

"Her heart has stopped several times since then, we work as fast as we can."

"But, when her heart stops blood stops flowing. That's bad for her organs, right?"

"As long as it's not for extended periods of time she should be okay." Greg nodded. "We'll do everything we can, I promise you." Greg nodded.

"Thank you." Owen smiled and nodded before walking away. Greg sat back in the chair.

"Her heart has stopped more than once.."

"But they have been able to get it beating again."

"What if she gets brain damage, Ed?"

"We can think about that if it happens."

…

Spike pulled Wordy aside.

"What if she dies, Wordy?"

"She won't."

"But she can. It'll kill Serge."

"If she does, we need to keep an eye on him." He looked towards Greg. "But she won't."

…

Ed glanced towards all the guys waiting and pacing. He checked his watch. "Wordy, go home. Go see Shelley and the girls."

"They know I have to be here."

"Then go to the cafeteria and eat, all of you. Like he said, it can take a while. I'll call if we know more." They all hesitated.

"Go guys, I'll be fine." Greg said. They all nodded and slowly walked away. "Thanks Ed." Ed sat back down next to Greg.

"How are you holding up buddy?"

"Ï now get where she was coming from." He looked up at Ed. "When she told me it's dangerous enough if we're wearing a vest."

"In a little bit you get to tell her she was right, she loves that." Greg gave him a sad, watery smile.

"I wish I asked her to marry me."

"Tell her you are sorry, wait a month or so and then you can ask her."

…

A half an hour had passed, Greg was glad the rest was still at the cafeteria. They both looked up to see Dr Hunt taking off his scrub cap. They got up at the same time.

"They are rechecking her, making sure they fixed everything and then they will close her up and put her in her room." Greg let out a breath, at least her heart was still beating. "I can walk you to her room, you can sit down and wait there?" Greg nodded. They walked towards the elevator.

"Is she okay?" Owen wanted to sugar-coat it, say she was going to be just fine. The elevator stopped and he led them into a room. He closed the door and turned back to Greg.

"We have to wait and see. We had some trouble getting her heart started about half an hour ago. It wasn't beating for over 8 minutes." Greg looked up, shocked. He had learned that 5 minutes is about as much as a brain can take.

"Brain damage?"

"It's a possibility, we used a technique that should make the chances for brain damage smaller."

"How rare is it for a person to have no brain damage after more than 8 minutes?" Owen looked down for a second.

"Rare."

"How rare?" Ed asked.

"Rare." Greg sank down in one of the chairs. His head in his hands, he started crying. He reached his breaking point.

Ed walked towards Owen.

"Thanks, I know she is your friend too." He nodded.

"We will bring her in within half an hour." Ed nodded before walking back to Greg.

"I'll go to the cafeteria, tell the guys. You stay here, give you a little time." Ed lay his hand on Greg's shoulder for a second before leaving the room.

…

Ed walked into the cafeteria and spotted the guys immediately, how hard was it to spot 11 guys? Spike saw him first and got up, Ed said he would call. This couldn't be good news.

"Sit down." He told spike. "They will take her to a room within half an hour." They nodded, so far so good. "Her heart had stopped several times, one time for more than 8 minutes." The all knew that was bad. "There is a very real chance of brain damage." They all sat there, silent. Spike got up.

"What room is going to be in."

"Let's give Greg a few minutes." Spike looked at him. "She isn't even there yet." Spike reluctantly sat back down.

…

Greg looked up after about 10-15 minutes to see both teams waiting outside. He then looked back to the spot a bed would come to stand soon.

It wasn't long before the door opened and a bed rolled it. They put it on the spot and switched her from the portable machines to the ones standing in the room. He waited until they were done before moving his chair beside her bed.

He sat there for a second, he tucked some loose strands of her hair behind her ear before kissing her forehead. He then grabbed hold of her hand.

"Zoë, please wake up. I can't handle this without you. I'm sorry for being an idiot. You hear me?" He heard the door open and looked up as Dr Hunt came in. "Still under anaesthesia?" He looked hopeful.

"No, that should've worn off by now. We have to wait and see if she wakes up."

"When." Greg corrected him.

"When, she wakes up. The next 24 hours are important."

"What if she doesn't wake up within that time?"

"Chances of her waking up decrease greatly." Greg nodded. "I'm on call, do you want me to ask the nurse to set up a bed for you here?"

"No, I'm not going to be able to sleep anyway." Owen nodded and left. Ed entered as Owen left.

"Greg, come you should stretch your legs. Besides I'm sure you need to use the restroom by now." Greg nodded and got up. He stroked her face for a second, gave her another kiss on her forehead and followed Ed out. He passed his friends and colleagues, they all looked sympathetic but knew there wasn't anything they could say that would make him feel better.

…

Ed knew Greg would want to be back there within 5 minutes. Ed looked back as they walked away and watched as everyone entered the room.

…

They were all sitting there.

"She looks bad." Spike was the first to speak up. He knew they were all thinking it.

"Spike,"

"She does, and Serge isn't here now. She looks pale." They all nodded.

"It could be anyone of us." Wordy spoke up.

"You should go home to your wives guys." Donna spoke up.

"You should go home to your husband." Jimmy said. They didn't hear Greg walking up behind them.

"You should all go home. She's not going to wake up faster just because you are here." They looked around, how could they not have heard them. "I'm serious, go. Hug your wives and kids." They nodded before exiting the room, each of them either patting him on his back or putting a hand on his shoulder.

Ed was standing in the door behind him.

"Go home Eddie, I'm staying here."

"I'll take you home."

"No, I'll stay here until she wakes up. I want to be here." Ed nodded, he knew he couldn't convince Greg to come with him. He would want to stay here if it was Sophie.

Greg walked back to the chair he had positioned next to Zoë. Hours passed, he sat there as nurses came in and checked on her every couple of hours.

…

He woke up from a noise. He lifted his head from her bed. He must have fallen asleep at some point. The last time he looked at the clock it was 4 am. So somewhere between then and now. He checked his watch, 5 am. The doctor did some tests.

"You came to give us an update, when she was in surgery." The woman looked at him.

"Yes, we will come and round on her in an hour or so." He nodded, he'd been in hospitals enough to know a bit of their jargon.

…

He watched as multiple doctors entered the room.

"I'm sorry, we can come back." It was a small, black woman.

"No you can do your thing. I would like to hear what's going on."

"Maybe it would be better, if you.." She was interrupted by Owen.

"It's fine Dr Bailey." She looked at Owen and nodded. "Who's presenting?" The Korean woman raised her hand. "Dr Yang, go ahead."

"Zoë Washburn, brought in yesterday afternoon. Multiple GSW's to the chest. One caused a tear in her lung and the other in her heart. We were able to repair the damage in surgery but she had multiple cardiac arrests."

"What are the risks of many cardiac arrests?" Dr Bailey asked her.

"When the heart stops, oxygen stops. This could cause brain damage and organ failure. In this case there is a possibility of brain damage." Dr Bailey nodded and glanced over to Greg, who was watching them.

"How do we proceed?"

"We continue to check the patient every 2 hours for any change." Dr Bailey nodded before they exited the room again. Owen walked towards Greg.

"Did you get some sleep?"

"About an hour before Dr, Yang.. I think, came in."

"Yeah, she doesn't have the best bed manners, but she's a good doctor." Greg nodded.

…

Hours had passed, each and every one of the SRU-members had dropped by today to check on her. He checked his watch. 25 hours since she went into surgery. Crap.

A/N Wasn't what you were hoping for, was it? Isn't it sweet how everyone keeps telling Greg to keep faith?