Title: Moving On

Author: Raven Shadowrose

Rating: M

Pairing: ?/?

Summary: Dixie has been left broken hearted by Cyd's departure from the Holby team, what will happen when Cyd is replaced by Hannah Darbyshire and Dixie takes a liking to her? Will she find the happiness that she has been searching for, or will she end up with even more of a broken heart?

Disclaimer: I do not know or own any of the characters from Casualty, any original characters and the story are my property and I do not give permission for anyone to use this story.

A/N: This story will contain some femslash, if you do not wish to read then, by all means, back away slowly the way you came, other than that, enjoy the story and reviews are appreciated.

Thank you to chan. nelson4444 and BeethovenRIP for your reviews and messages, welcome to FrankieDUKU and thank you for your comment. I hope you enjoy this chapter :)

Chapter Eleven.

Dixie called Polly, Jeff, and Hannah to her, she had a difficult question to ask them. She hated this part of her job, putting her staff in danger wasn't something that she wanted to do. 'I need one of you to volunteer for something that is going to be dangerous. A bank on Holby High Street is currently under siege by armed robbers. Shots have been fired and two people have been injured. As part of negotiations with the police they have agreed to let two paramedics go in to get the injured out. I want one of you to go in with me, I'll understand if you say no, you must volunteer as I'm not going to force anyone into doing this.'

'I'll go.' Dixie wanted to tell Hannah that she couldn't go in there.

'Hannah, are you sure?'

'I am, two women are less likely to make the situation worse. A man going in could raise suspicion and inflame the situation.' Dixie couldn't argue with Hannah's logic, it was something that she had thought of herself. 'Okay, Hannah with me, Polly and Jeff will you back us up outside?'

'Sure,' Polly said. 'Good luck.'

'Thanks Polly.' Dixie didn't want Hannah going into that bank, she had a very bad feeling about all of this.

Hannah followed Dixie up to the police cordon, the sergeant let them inside the barriers. 'Are you two the paramedics going in?'

'Yes, do you know anything about the casualties?'

'Nothing, they are refusing to tell us anything. We will need you to wear these vests to go inside.'

'All right.' Hannah let the policeman fit her with the bulletproof vest. 'Are you ready Hannah?'

'As ready as I'll ever be.'

'You can back out if you want to, I'll get Jeff to go in with me.'

'No, I'm all right.' Hannah walked towards the bank, she hoped that everything would be all right once they got inside.

Dixie was feeling nervous now, there were four men with guns stood around the bank and the one by the door seemed to be in charge. 'Get in, get the wounded and get out.' Dixie decided that she wouldn't answer him, anything that she said to him could set him off, and she didn't want that. 'Hannah, take the casualty in the far corner and I'll take the one here.'

'Take care Dixie.'

'You too, no unnecessary risks. Hannah nodded and Dixie tended to her casualty whilst trying not to worry about Hannah.

Hannah went to the man sat in the corner. 'Hi, I'm Hannah, what's your name?'

'Michael, he shot me.'

'Where?'

'My shoulder.' Hannah looked to where Michael was pointing, she could see the neat hole where the bullet had gone in.

'Okay Michael, lean forward for me, I'm just looking for a place where the bullet has come out.' Hannah heard Michael groan as he leaned forward, she quickly checked his back, but there wasn't any sign of a wound that she could see. 'Michael, how bad is your pain on a scale of one to ten?'

'Seven.'

'I'm going to give you something for that.' Hannah quickly drew up some morphine and gave it to Michael, she picked up her radio and pressed the call button. '3004 to 3006, over.'

'3006 receiving.'

'I have a casualty for you Polly, can you meet me by the entrance?'

'On my way.'

'Can you stand up if I help you?'

'I think so.' Hannah supported Michael as he stood up and she helped him walk towards the door, she felt the man with the gun staring at her as she moved in his direction, she tried to ignore him the best that she could. 'Hannah, will you get me the board and trolley from the ambulance?' Dixie called from where she was treating her patient.

'No problem.' Hannah carried on walking towards the door, she felt her skin crawl when the man at the door stared at her again, she just knew that he meant her harm in some way.

Polly met Hannah at the door of the bank. 'What have you got for me?'

'This is Michael, gunshot wound to left shoulder, the bullet is still inside. He's had five of morphine to help with the pain.'

'Thanks Hannah, how are you doing in there?'

'We're okay, it is tense, but we'll be out as soon as we can.'

'Take care Hannah, please be careful.'

'Don't worry, we will.' Polly took Michael to the other ambulance and watched Hannah get the board and trolley out and then go back into the bank. She was worried, she didn't want either Hannah or Dixie to get hurt in there.

Dixie watched Hannah come back in, she wished that they were out of there already. Hannah put the board down and knelt by the other side of the casualty. 'What have you got Dixie?'

'This is Terry, he has gunshot wounds to his stomach and chest. I've given him some morphine and a litre of saline. He keeps drifting in and out of consciousness.' Hannah was about to say something when the guy at the door butted in.

'You're taking too long, I want you out of here. What is taking so long?'

'What's taking so long? He is seriously injured because you put two bullets into him.'

'Easy Dixie,' Hannah said and put her hand on Dixie's arm.

'You're right, I'm sorry.'

'It's okay, but, I'd rather you didn't end up his next victim.'

'We need to stabilise him before we can leave.'

'No, I want you out now. How about I make it easier for you?' Dixie just stared as the man by the door pulled the safety catch off the gun and pointed it at Hannah's head. 'I'll finish him off and then I'll blow her brains out if you don't leave now.' Dixie felt fear rush through her and she forced herself to try and stay calm. 'Okay, we're leaving.' She wasn't happy about moving Terry now, but she had no choice, if she stayed here then both he and Hannah could end up dead.

Hannah saw the fear in Dixie's eyes and she knew that the gun was pointed at her head. She quickly helped Dixie put Terry on the board and strapped him on to it. Dixie was moving as fast as she could, she picked up the kit and looked at Hannah. 'On three, one, two, three.' They lifted Terry up and left the bank as fast as possible, placing him onto the trolley. 'Hannah, are you all right?'

'I'm a bit shaky, but other than that I'm all right.'

'Are you sure?'

'Yes, let's just focus on the patient.'

'All right, if you're sure.'

'I am.' Hannah helped Dixie put Terry in the ambulance and then she linked him up to the monitor whilst Dixie put new bandages on his wounds. 'Are you ready to go Dixie?'

'I am, drive quick Hannah, we need to get him in asap.'

'I'll radio ahead and let them know that we're coming.' Hannah shut the doors and got in the front, she put her foot down, saving Terry's life would depend on getting him to Holby quickly.

Jeff sat with Polly in the station, they were both worried about Hannah and Dixie, he was chewing his nails. 'Jeff, stop it, you're not going to have any nails left.'

'I can't help it, I'm worried, they're in there with men that clearly won't hesitate to use a gun on them. I should have gone in.'

'I knew you'd say that. I'm sure they're fine.'

'Are you?'

'No, I wish I was.' Polly sighed and Jeff hugged her, it was always hard when friends were in danger.

'They'll be all right Pol, Dixie and Hannah will look after each other.'

'I know they will.' Jeff tried to take comfort from the fact that Dixie and Hannah were sensible and would get out at the first sign of danger.

Dixie stood up the minute that the doors opened, Tess and Sam were waiting ready to take over. 'What do you have for us Dixie?' Sam said as she helped Dixie with the trolley. 'Terry Jones, 47, gunshot wounds to the upper left chest and lower right stomach. No exit wounds, he's had two litres of saline and the third is going in now, ten of morphine to help with the pain and the pressure dressings have slowed the bleeding. His treatment was interrupted by one of the gunmen that decided he wanted us out of the building or he was going to shoot Terry and then Hannah.'

'Thanks Dixie, go and get yourself a sweet tea for the shock. You look like you need it.' Dixie tried to smile at Sam but she was finding it hard, Hannah could have been killed in that bank and it would have been her fault, she let Hannah go in there in the first place.

Hannah let Dixie deal with the handover, she thought that Polly and Jeff should know that everything was all right. She went to the station and found them stood in front of it. 'Hannah, where's Dixie?' Jeff sounded seriously worried.

'She's all right, she's just taking the patient into the hospital.'

'What about you?'

'I've just had a gun pointed at my head, but I'll live. I think Dixie needs a cup of tea though, she had it tough in there. I think she might blame herself for putting me in danger.'

'Go on then princess.' Hannah went to the machine and sorted out the drinks, she wanted Dixie to know that she didn't blame her for what happened in the bank.

Dixie took the trolley back to the ambulance and put it inside, she sat down on it and closed her eyes, the adrenaline was wearing off and she was starting to feel very shaky. All she could see was that gun pointed at Hannah's head, a very real gun and a very real threat to kill her. 'Dixie?' Dixie looked up to see Hannah stood there and holding two cups. 'I thought you could use a drink.'

'Thanks.' Dixie took the cup and wrapped her hands around it. 'Hannah, I'm sorry, I put you in danger today. I should have refused to let you go in there.'

'Dixie, it's not your fault, you couldn't have known what was going to happen.'

'I let you down.'

'No, you didn't.'

'I wish I could believe that.' Dixie took a sip of her drink and placed the cup down on the side. 'I'm sorry, really I am.'

'Dixie, you are a fantastic paramedic and one I look up to. If I end up half the paramedic that you are then I'll be happy with that.'

'Do you mean that?'

'I do, I am proud to call you my friend and colleague.' Dixie smiled and without thinking she leaned in and kissed Hannah, she pulled away a few seconds later and looked at her. 'I'm sorry, I shouldn't have, please forgive me.' Dixie stood up and moved as fast as she could away from Hannah, she didn't want to hear that she was going to lose another friend. 'Dixie, wait.' She shook her head and carried on running, she had to get away before she started crying in front of everyone.

Polly and Jeff had decided to go and find Hannah and Dixie to see if everything was all right when a very upset Dixie bumped into Jeff. 'Princess, what's wrong, is it Hannah?'

'Please Jeff, leave me alone.' She moved out of his arms and carried on running towards the back of the station. Polly looked at Jeff.

'I think Dixie has just talked to Hannah.'

'If she did then it didn't go well.' Polly looked worried, she hoped that she was wrong about Dixie talking to Hannah. 'Pol, there's Hannah, we can ask her now.' Polly and Jeff went over to Hannah.

'Have either of you seen Dixie?'

'Yeah, she just ran past us looking pretty upset, what happened?'

'I don't know, one minute we were talking and the next she kissed me.' Polly and Jeff looked at each other. 'What is that look for? What don't I know?'

'We're going to have to tell her Jeff.'

'Tell me what?'

'Dixie is a lesbian, princess, she's liked you since you started here.'

'She doesn't know about me, does she?'

'No.'

'Both of you knew that she had feelings for me?' Jeff and Polly nodded. 'Did you not think that I needed to know?'

'Dixie made us promise not to.' Hannah sighed and Jeff felt quite guilty, if he had told Dixie about Hannah then they wouldn't be in this position. 'I'm sorry, I shouldn't be losing my temper with you.'

'It's all right princess.' Hannah smiled weakly and Jeff hugged her, he knew that she was feeling bad about what had happened with Dixie.

Hannah couldn't believe what she had just been told. 'Where would Dixie go, I think I need to talk to her.'

'Her office, she hides in there when she's upset.'

'Okay, I'll talk to her, but you should have told me.' Hannah felt calmer about everything, it didn't change that Jeff and Polly should have told her though. 'You have every right to be upset, I should have gone with my instinct and told you.' Hannah smiled at Polly.

'It's okay, there are enough upset people in this station for one day. I'm going to go and talk to Dixie.'

'Be careful princess, Dixie may look tough but her feelings get hurt easily.'

'I can see that.' Hannah smiled at Jeff and Polly and went towards Dixie's office, she was going to have to talk to her and make all of this right.