Chapter Two
Russell and Finn were busy in the back room when they heard the commotion in the hallway. Guns in their hands, they made their way quickly and quietly through the corridor and stood transfixed as they watched Sara tumble down the marble stairs.
The three assailants were taken down, but by whom no one would remember, they simply wanted to get to Sara.
Her skin was pale, her face ghostly white; a stark contrast to the crimson blood pooling by her head and soaking her shirt.
Russell radioed for back-up whilst Finn phoned for an ambulance. Her voice cracked, losing her cool composure for a moment, as she relayed the details of the previous events, her eyes never leaving her teammate and friend's broken body.
"It's OK, Sara. You're going to be OK." Nick soothed as he stroked her hair with one hand, a tear making a track down his face as he put more pressure on her stomach wound emitting a small moan from his colleague.
Brass was one of the first to arrive at the house. The fire in his eyes told the police officer, who should have been standing guard outside with his fallen comrade, that he was taking no excuses today. He began barking orders to the detectives and then made his way inside to check on the now organised chaos inside.
There were two medics working on Sara; one inserting an IV and the other putting layers of dressing on the gunshot wound. Nick had refused to move from his position by Sara's side and had a firm hold on her hand. Russell and Finn were hovering close by giving statements to the officers whilst keeping one eye on Sara.
The medics worked quickly to get Sara strapped onto a board and into the back of the ambulance. Russell gave Nick the approving nod to go in the vehicle with her, with the promise that they would be right behind in the Denali and would tell the others to meet them at the hospital.
The ambulance ride was quiet bar the occasional update from the paramedic driving to control to give them an ETA and Nick's soft muttering to Sara as he tried to keep his composure.
They arrived quickly at Desert Palm and Sara was rushed into the ER. Nick moved to follow her into the room, but a hand on his arm made him stop. He turned to see Greg, who promptly moved them out of the way of the doctors and nurses trying to work. He tried to guide Nick towards the chairs in the waiting room, but Nick pulled his arm out of Greg's grasp.
"Dude, get off me." He snapped.
"Nick, there's nothing we can do right now but wait. You know that. So come sit down. Please." Greg implored, pointing to the uncomfortable white plastic chair next to him.
Nick did as asked, adversely, just as Finn and DB came in, quickly followed by Morgan whose face was so white it rivalled Sara's.
Sensing the tension resounding off Nick, DB broke the silence by asking Greg if he'd heard anything about Sara's condition.
Before Greg could reply, a doctor walked through the doors, a solemn expression on his face as he asked for the family of Sara Sidle.
A/N Thank you all so much for the reviews! I've been nervous about posting, but thanks to you and the wonderful Lauren, I'm happy with what I've got so far! I'm back to school tomorrow (boo!) but I've got the next chapter written, so maybe if you give me lots of nice reviews I'll post tomorrow... ;)