Matthew Taylor had been working with Seattle's Search and Rescue squad since his honeymoon ended six months ago.
No, not honeymoon, more like drunken, forget her, fantasize how to torture him, flip your life upside down, quit your job vacation ended.
Isn't that how your suppose to feel when you are literally left at the altar.
But things had gotten better.
Time, and Katy, had healed the wounds.

When he had made the decision to transferred to the Search and Rescue squad, he didn't expect to blend in so quickly, but it was actually a great fit for him.
His superior was a fourth generation first responder, and way to tough and feisty than her five foot frame should allow.
She had seen it all growing up, the daughter of and EMT and grand-daughter of Seattle Fire Chief, not to mention four older brothers, all police officers.
Katy and Matt had been inseparable since his first day of training, and they shared a connection that a true soul mate recognized.
He guessed he had finally understood what had caused Jackson to stand up that day. He would stand up for Katy in a heartbeat.

The first crew that arrived at the base of the collapse, were comprised of himself Katy, and eight others.

They could see several cars that were completely crush and would be impossible to access until bulldozers and cranes were brought in.

As the team scoured the area, meticulously looking for survivors, one of the crew spotted a gap where the concrete slab from the overpass had been prevented from totally flattening two cars by a single steel beam.
It was a terribly unstable area, and with the threat of tons of concrete poised to shift, it was incredibly scary too.
They could not tell how many occupants were in the trapped cars.

Katy quickly got on her radio to the backup team, telling them their location and requesting air jacks to secure the slab.
They couldn't go in until the danger to the team's safety was eliminated.

Not fifteen minutes later the air jacks had arrived and had been very carefully deployed.
Katy took the lead into the tunnel that had been semi created by the four jacks, one at each corner of the slab.
While the majority of the weight had been shouldered by the steel beam at the center of the slab, one car had taken the impact of the slab that had shifted forward.
The first vehicle they approached, and by far the least damaged of the two, held an elderly couple who had managed to loosen themselves from the interior.
Katy left several of the team there to finish the extrication while she, Matt, Tim and Jonas made their way to the other car.
They were completely bent over trying to wiggle into to tight space.
The slab had caved in a significant part of the roof of the black SUV.
The back drivers side door had popped open from the pressure to the frame.
There was no way any of the men could fit within ten feet of the area leading to car.

"Hold your position", Katy directed as she wrenched herself toward the opened back door.
"Hello", she hollered as she approached the vehicle.
No response. Just an eerie unanswered cell phone ringing. She continued to shimmy into the back seat to assess the situation.
She found a lone driver, unconscious, trapped between the steering wheel and the center console.
Female, looked to be late twenties early thirties.
She was at an awkward angle, but Katy could tell one thing right away, she was pregnant.
Flipping the mic of her radio towards her mouth, she relayed the patients vitals and ordered portable jaws of life, medic bag, stretcher and a backboard to be at the ready.

The constant muffled ringing from the cell phone that was somewhere in the front with the passenger was becoming a distraction.
After re checking the patients vitals, Katy exited the car to gather the supplies to extricate this expectant mom.
She needed to get her out of here asap. As with any pregnant patient, the less stress to the body, the less likelihood of early labor.
The woman didn't look more than fourteen-sixteen weeks, way to soon for any chance of survival for the baby.

Just as Katy slid to the ground from the car, the annoying phone followed her by sliding out from between the drivers seat and console.
Katy's hand wrapped around the phone as she retraced her path back to Matt.
By the time she reach the clearing where it was possible to stand, she exchanged the now quiet cell with Matt for the supplies.
"We don't have time to waste with this one. Where's Tim and Jonas", she asked.
Matt pointed over his shoulder to where they had commandeered an ambulance to be at the ready, and they were in the process of wheeling up a stretcher.

"Here's my plan", Katy stated. "She was a restrained driver, front seat, good vitals, and no bleeding. She is not much bigger than me, excluding the baby bump,
so I can wedge the drivers door with the portable jaws, strap her to the backboard and slide her to the stretcher.

Katy squeezed Matt's hand, giving him a quick wink, as Tim and Jonas approached with the stretcher. Her way of reassuring him everything was under control.
Shortly there after she and Matt were piling her supplies on the rolling stretcher and she was off. Matt just stared at the no-nonsense girl who really changed his life. He found her when he was at his most vulnerable, and she help put him back together. With her curly short black hair and crystal blue eyes, she was the complete opposite of a certain redhead who had left him broken.

Matt was brought out of his trance by the victims cell phone.
Since they didn't have any identification yet for the patient he was unsure how to answer, so he started with the standard, "Hello".

"Who the hell is this", was the demanding voice on the other end.

"My name is Matthew Taylor, and I am with Seattle's Search and Rescue, who am I speaking with?", he responded, hoping to calm situation.

He had no idea...