Disclaimer: I don't own the characters from Casualty, or anything else you recognize. I'm not the BBC (British Broadcasting Company).
A/N Sorry about the long wait, but I've had homework, rehersals for a play and other stuff, yeah, lots of stuff. Anyway, enjoy...
DennisDaMenace x
AdamPOV
"Whoo!" cheered Jay, Polly and Lenny as they saw us.
"Adam! Kirsty! Adam! Kirsty!" they all started to chant.
KirstyPOV
As soon as we got out of James' car, all of the staff who were there when we were rescued, ran towards us.
I helped Adam into his wheelchair and I started to walk him over to the awaiting crowd.
It was like we were at a rock concert, you know when all the people are trying to see their hero's, yeah, a bit like that.
"How's your arm, Kirsty?" Dixie asked, patiently waiting for an answer.
"Fine, thanks, I just need a little space at the moment though, that alright?" I asked them, leaving Adam on his own, maybe not such a good idea, but oh well...
I walked through the remains of the ED, suveying the damage. I saw all the lockers, over-turned, all it's contents on the floor.
Wading through the rubble, I came to my locker. I turned, well tried to, turn over the metal box, and searched for any of my belongings.
Feeling through what was under it, I managed to lift the small locker, revealing a small picture, my lucky charm/badge/thing, and my phone.
Damn it.
I loved my purple-y charm thing. I used to hold it in my hands before an exam, of when Warren used to beat me up.
"Kirsty?" a voice called, probably Adam or Jay after me.
But it was Jeff. We never really spoke much, only when he was giving us the notes of he patient, or if we passed on the car park.
"Hey," I said, that was all I could manage. I was distraught.
All our belongings, burnt or badly damaged. Why me? Why all of us?
I knelt down, not caring what Jeff or anyone would think and sat there, head in my hands, and started to sob.
I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder.
"What's up, princess?" he asked. 'Princess' was his pet name for anyone in particular.
"Why now? Why us?" I sobbed, burying my head into his chest, like I did with Adam. But this was Jeff, how would he respond?
"Shush, it's alright." He said, calming me, hugging me. "I don't know why, Kirsty, but we need to find the sicko that did this..." He said, getting up.
Holding out a hand towards me, he helped me up. Composing myself, I picked up my photo, charm and mangled phone and put them in my pocket.
Jeff was looking through the rubble too, but his locker was in the paramedic section, not in our staffroom.
"What are you looking for?" I asked him, looking very puzzled.
"Clues." He told me, not looking up, still searching.
"Come on, Jeff, that's the police's job." I stated, now wanting to get out.
"You can go, but do me a favour; shout Dixie and Polly, will you?" he asked, I nodded and marched out of the room.
"Dixie, Polly?" I asked, as I came through the doors.
Nearly everyone's head turned towards me as I made my way oveet to them.
"What's up?" Polly asked, with a concerning look on her face.
"Oh, Jeff wants you and Dixie, he says hes looking for clues." I told them.
Dixie looked at Polly, smirking. They walked into the building together, laughing their heads off.
Adam smiled at me and said, "Come here, Kirsty."
"Yeah?" I responded, pondering over what he wanted.
"Let Zoe and Tess sign your cast, they've wanted to do it for ages," he said, pulling me closer.
"Look, I'd rather not, I need to get going..." I started, but Adam insisted I let them sign it. Sighing, I held out my arm and fished inside my pocket for a marker pen.
A/N reviews, please, and a virtual Tristian Gemmill for those who do... :) DennisDaMenace x