Disclaimer: I don't own the characters from Casualty, or anything else you recognize. I'm not the BBC (British Broadcasting Company).

Dedicated to Kirsty-C and Kaia-Rhea, thanks for inspiring me to write this, and continue story writing.

DennisDaMenace x

KirstyPOV

"Holby 3012 to Holby 3005, do you copy?" I whispered into the mouthpiece.

"Holby 3005 to Holby 3012, yeah, I'm here!" Adam said to me.

"He's alright. He's fine." I told the rest of the ED staff, who were also overcome with anxiety. "Holby 3012 to Holby 3005, are you okay? What's happening in there?" I asked him through the 'talkie.

"Yeah, I'm taking the bomb out now, but Kieran is here just to be on the safe side. Oh, shit…"

"Adam?" I asked the 'talkie. "Adam, do you copy?"

"GET BACK!" Nick shouted, and everyone apart from me obeyed. I walked forward into the way of a large explosion, and ran through the doors of the ED, searching for my hero. I felt the burns on by arms start to blister, and I found the staffroom, encaved on itself. I rushed through the rubble, and I saw a hand sticking out of the debris. I pulled the limb and I pulled Adam out, but the ceiling fell on top of us, crushing me.

NitaPOV

"Get Back!" shouted Mr. Jordan, and everyone did so, apart from Mum. She ran back into the ED, as if unaware of the dangers she faced. "MUM!" I shouted rushing forwards, but Dad held me back.

"Shush, your mom's gonna be fine." He said in his gruff voice. "That's your mom, tough as anything."

I collapsed into his tight grip, sobbing hysterically. "Why would she go back in there?" I asked him, but his face suddenly darkened.

"I don't know sweetheart, but let's focus on helping her get out." He answered.

"Hol…by…3005 to Holby…3012…do…you read?" The noise coming through the communicator which mum had dropped. "Holby…3005 to…Holby 301…2." It was her voice, but very soft, almost angelic.

"Mr. Jordan? What's this? It sounds like my mum's voice, but I don't know how to get back to her." I asked the tall man, who was speaking to Noel.

"Oh, hello. Nita is it? What's wrong?" He said.

"I can hear my mum, she's trying to get through," I said, showing him the walkie-talkie.

"Dixie? Can you come here a minute?" he asked a woman, she came running over. "What is the number of Polly's communicator?"

"Polly's? 3005. I think."

"Yes, that's the one! I heard her 'Holby 3005 to Holby 3012' I think." I exclaimed.

"They're alive!" Shouted Jordan to the rest of the ED staff. "Tess, can you phone mobile rescue? We need to get them out!"

AdamPOV

I can't remember what happened after the ceiling fell in. There was a woman, she looked like she was searching for something, and then there was a sharp pain in my shoulder. There was a voice. "Holby 3005 to Holby 3012, do you read?" it said. It was definitely a woman's voice, and it sounded almost angelic.

"Holby 3012 to Holby 3005, are you alright in there? We're sending a rescue team to come and find you. Do you know where you are? Can you tell us?" There was another noise, more masculine than the last.

Then the woman spoke again. "Yeah, we're stuck in the staffroom, well what WAS the staffroom."

Kirsty.

That was the woman's name. Argh, my head hurts. That's why I can't remember anything.

She had come to help me when I dropped the bomb. God, she's probably hurt. They're all gonna be so worried, my friends, the patients. They only came in to be treated; they didn't know what was going on. It must be all so scary.

"Adam? Can you hear me?" Kirsty said. "Adam? Are you alright. Squeeze my hand if you are conscious."

I squeezed back. I'm positive that my left arm and leg are both broken, and I probably have a concussion, judging by the state if my memory.

"K…Kirsty," I whispered, hoping she'd hear me. "Are you alright? Kirsty?" I asked her.

There were footsteps, getting closer and closer. "Hello? Are you in here?" another separate voice asked.

There were a few rocks which shifted, and I felt Kirsty's grip loosen on my hand. They managed to shift rocks off of me, and pulled me up.

"Can you stand? Or do you need me to carry you?" The man asked.

"No, my leg and arm are broken, help me." I groaned. The man lifted me up, and I was able to hop out of the destroyed ED.

"Adam, are you alright? Where's Kirsty?" Tess asked me.

"I...don't know, they should be getting her out now. I hope." I said, already breathless.

The second rescue officer brought Kirsty out in his arms. She was unconscious.

Then I heard yet another voice, this time it was Warren. "What the hell did you do to her?"

"Nothing, she came in after me, I told her to get out." I breathed. Her daughter, Nita I think her name was, was sobbing gently.

"Can we get some help over here?" Zoe asked. "You need to take them both to St. Mark's ED." She said to Dixie and Polly, who had just lifted Kirsty onto a stretcher.

"Adam? Hop on for me?" Polly asked me, and I did, obediently. "Come on, Jeffery, let's get going." She said to Jeff, who was helping her wheel me into the awaiting ambulance.

"Can Nick, Zoe and Tess come too?" I asked Jeff. "In the ambulance?"

"We should be able to fit them in, hey Polls?" Jeff asked.

"Mr. Jordan, and Dr. Hanna, would you mind riding with us, and Tess with Kirsty please?" Polly asked the doctors and nurse, who were waiting, patiently to hear any news.

"Right," said Jeff, clapping his hands. "Let's go."

A/N. So what do you think? Will they both get out alive? And what will the police find out during their impending investigation?

Please review, or feel free to PM me, if you have any ideas or comments.