AN: So this is what I came up with. Hope you like it. I just had to do something like this... :)
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Chapter 2 – Change of Plans

Kate felt her heart beating wildly in her chest.
They had sat her down at a small table in a brightly lit room, telling her to stay put and not say anything until her transport arrived.
'This is it' she thought. There was no way on earth she could get away now.

The Marshal stood on the other side of the room, leaning casually against the wall.
"Runnin's over, Kate. In an hour you'll be sitting in a cell. Got a lawyer?" he smiled.

She didn't want to talk to him anymore, she just wanted to wipe that smile right off his face, get out of the handcuffs and run as far away as possible. Staring at the scratched surface of the old wooden table in front of her she fought the tears that threatened to form in her eyes.
"Nothing's gonna get you out of this now. Bet you even wished the plane to crash."
Kate still kept her mouth shut.

Then the door opened, two more officers entering the room, telling her to stand up.

The Marshal walked up to her, grabbing her left upper arm again, while one of the officers took the right side. The group started walking through the busy airport to a side exit where a police van was waiting for them, for Kate.
"I'll be riding with you." the Marshal informed the officers. "Need to make sure my favorite criminal is locked up safely." he winked at Kate.

They got in the van, Kate and one of the officers sitting in the back, the Marshal and the other cop in the front.
"Take a good look around, Katie. Might be some time until you get to enjoy a view again, other than plain old prison walls." His voice started to get on her nerves.
Panic was all Kate felt when they finally started moving. This couldn't be happening.
She looked out the window desperately trying to come up with some idea, some way to get out of the van.
She could try and grab the cop's gun, hold it to his head and then force them to let her go.
No, not a good idea. The Marshal would probably rather shoot her to death and risk the cop's life instead of losing her again.

"Watch out!" she suddenly heard the Marshal yell as she felt the driver slam his foot on the brake.

The van started spinning, crashing into something but not coming to a halt.
Then there was another crash, change of direction. Were they upside down now?
Kate did not know what was going on, being thrown violently around in the rolling car despite her seatbelt. Shards of glass hit her in the face. Yelling. The sound of metal on metal and metal on concrete. Another change of direction. She hit her head, once, twice.
And then there was darkness and absolute silence.

"If you could just sign here, Dr. Sheperd." the clerk smiled sympathetically at Jack as she handed him a pen. He nodded and put his signature on the piece of paper in front of him.
"Thank you. The coffin will be delivered to the destination within the next two hours. Nothing to worry about."

"Yeah. Thanks." he managed a smile as he turned around to leave.

After 2 hours of waiting and filling out paperwork and then even more paperwork all he wanted to do is go home, have a shower and then pour himself a drink or two.
He already sat in the cab as he turned his phone on. It started beeping immediately, informing him about 4 missed calls from the hospital.
Sighing he punched the dial button to listen to his voicemail.
"Sheperd, you back in LA? I know you still have two days off but there's been a mass crash on the freeway. We have at least 6 multiple traumas coming in. We need you here right now!" his chief of surgery yelled over the noise in the ER.

"Change of plans." Jack informed the cab driver, running a hand through his cropped hair.

Absolute chaos is was greeted Jack when he entered the ER of St. Sebastians.
Nurses and doctors were running from room to room as yet another ambulance rolled into the emergency bay.
"Sheperd. Good you're here!" he heard the chief shout from across the hallway. "You take the next one, we're kinda busy here." and with that he disappeared into trauma room 3 again.

Jack grabbed a coat and gloves and hurried towards the approaching EMTs.
"You a doctor?" the young female EMT asked and he nodded.
"What do we have?"
"Female patient, mid to late twenties, GCS 6, unconscious the whole time, intubated, pupils reacting normally, open spinal trauma, head trauma, fractured shoulder, BP is 90 to 40, heartrate 136." the woman informed him within seconds.
It was now that Jack looked at his patients bloodstained face. HER.
His heart rate sped up a notch at the realisation.
"You should know, she was on a police van, still got the handcuffs on her." the older EMT added.
"I don't care what she is. Nurse, get me someone to cut those cuffs off. We need to do a CAT scan, make sure there's no internal bleeding. She needs an IV and volume before she goes into shock. Asap!" Jack ordered, hurrying down the hallway along the stretcher.