If someone had asked Foggy just a day prior where it was 911 operators actually worked, he would've thought about it for a moment then realized that he really didn't know.

He felt like he'd seen the set-up in a movie somewhere but he didn't know for sure. So he'd done a little research, found an address, and set out under the guise of buying some groceries, which, wasn't a total lie. Their milk had gone bad after spending the better part of twenty-four hours sitting out on the counter.

Needless to say, Foggy hadn't really been thinking of their perishables when he'd dashed out the door after the EMT's attempting to save his roommate's life.

They'd left the hospital a little over a day after Matt had been admitted. They probably would have left sooner if Matt hadn't slept so long, but Foggy hadn't minded. If fact, he'd almost been tempted to conspire with hospital staff to make the entire check-out process take longer.

Almost.

So they'd returned home to a bit of a mess that Foggy had no intention of cleaning up until he'd gotten at least eight hours of sleep in an actual bed. But when Foggy finally got to rest his head against his soft cloud of a pillow, he found himself unable to drift off. Incapable of slipping off to a dreamless slumber because of one thought.

And that one thought had to do with the 911 operator he'd spoken to.

Yes the lady had just been doing her job, but the fact still remained that Matt, his best friend, was still alive because of her. How did he even begin to convey his gratitude?

Well, he figured a simple thank you was a good place to start, hence the address and groceries guise. Foggy couldn't really explain why he felt he shouldn't tell Matt, but he couldn't so he didn't, and soon enough he found himself standing before a large room, computers and phones set up at different terminals.

The place was a mountain of activity, everyone was doing something. Like a bee hive, everyone seemed to know where to go and what to do and Foggy was standing awkwardly watching it all.

"Can I help you dear?" A kind voice asked suddenly, making Foggy jump.

"Uh, my name's Foggy." He answered dumbly, turning to face the dark skinned woman who had addressed him.

She flashed a pearly white smile as she chuckled slightly. "Hello Foggy, my name's Marissa."

Marissa was an elderly woman with a kind disposition and a bright fashion sense if her purple blouse and matching shoes were anything to go by. "Can I help you with anything dear?"

"Uh-" Foggy stuttered "This might sound a little strange, but I was hoping to talk to the same operator I spoke with the other night. I just wanted to thank her, is that weird?" Foggy questioned nervously.

"Oh, a little unusual maybe, but not weird at all." Marissa responded with a wave of her hand. "We don't usually get people sayin' thank you. Some of the younger girls have had people ask them out before, believe it or not, but we don't see a whole lot of thank yous."

"Oh." Foggy mumbled, blushing.

"Do you know who you spoke with?"

"No, sorry. She didn't say her name."

"That's okay." Marissa smiled, "When did you call?"

"Early Thursday evening, probably around 6:30, I don't know the exact time."

"Oh that's okay, the exact time wouldn't help too much anyway. He Frank!" She called suddenly, startling Foggy and grabbing the attention of a man in his mid-thirties working at a computer terminal a few spots away from Marissa's own area.

"Yeah Missa?" He asked.

"Do you know who was working Thursday night? Took a phone call from this young gentleman."

"Yeah, cause seeing the caller's face will really help." Frank scoffed, pausing a moment to think. "I know a handful of workers for that night, male or female?"

"Female. It was around supper time."

Frank paused again, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. "Well, it could have been Kim."

"Gravelly sounding voice?" Marissa turned to Foggy.

Foggy blinked, momentarily dumbfounded by how rapidly the two were conversing. He wondered briefly if this was how outsider's felt when observing a conversation between Matt and himself before he remembered he had to answer the question directed at him. "Not really, she sounded pretty gentle I guess? She helped walk me through anaphylaxis if that helps."

"Oh, the kid who's friend couldn't breathe." Frank nodded suddenly, pointing a finger in recognition.

Foggy just smiled awkwardly, "Yeah that was me."

"You were talking to Seri, follow me." Frank stood and shuffled further into the large room.

Marissa smiled at him and moved her hands in a shuffling motion, as if silently telling Foggy to 'scoot'.

"Hey Seri." Frank called, loudly enough to get her attention but quietly enough that he didn't interrupted any phone calls in progress.

The woman sitting in the swivel chair at the desk held up her pointer finger in the universal 'one minute' gesture. "Yes sir, you just keep the pressure on there until the ambulance arrives." She said into her headset, and Foggy immediately recognized her voice. "Yes I know there's a lot of blood but you are doing such a good job. The ambulance will be there shortly."

Frank leaned against the side of Seri's desk and glanced at Foggy with a raised eyebrow and a small quirk to his lips.

"Yep I hear the sirens, okay, okay bye." With a sigh Seri hung up from the call and turned to face Frank, her full auburn hair flowing across her shoulders.

"You have another admirer." Frank said with a smirk.

"Oh get out of here you flirt!" Seri cried, but glanced at Foggy anyway, fixing him with the most intense pair of green eyes he'd ever seen. "My name's Serenity, what can I do for you?" She asked with a smile, swatting at Frank as he made a heart with his hands.

"Um, I uh, called the other night. My name's Foggy, you helped me out."

Recognition lit behind her green eyes, "Foggy oh yeah, you called about your friend. What are you doing here?"

"Well I just- Matt's alive and breathing today, and that's thanks to you. And I really just wanted to tell you thank you, for saving his life."

Serenity smiled softly, her eyes twinkling. "That's so sweet of you Foggy, but you saved his life. I just told you how to do it."

Foggy shrugged with a deep sigh, "Either way, he's alive today, and I can't thank you enough for that."

Serenity's smile stayed in place, and she reached out a hand to touch Foggy's arm gently. "I'm glad everything worked out Foggy, truly I am."

Foggy nodded, his chest filling with warmth and a feeling of ease beginning to settle into the pit of his stomach. "Me too. Thanks again, have a nice day."

"Thank you, you as well!" Serenity beamed, then waved goodbye and turned back to her computer.

As Foggy left the building with a wave to Frank and Marissa, it was with a slightly lighter step than when he'd entered. He couldn't really explain why he felt so much better now that he'd said thank you, but he did. He was so happy he almost bypassed the store completely, and wouldn't that have been a fun story to try and explain to Matt.

A/N: Hello all, so there were a few people who said they wouldn't mind reading a follow-up, so there it was. I honestly don't know where 911 operators work… I hope Serenity didn't seem too flirty, she really wasn't meant to be. She's just one of those super, genuinely friendly people. I feel like everybody knows one of those and everybody else is like "how are you always so friendly?!" But anyway, that's not really the point.

So update on this fic overall, I went through all my ideas and made a list –oh yes a list- of all the chapter ideas I have left. There are 11 including this one. I also numbered them in the order of which I am going to write them. Seeing as how there was some interest in the dog chapter I am going to type that and post it next, and we'll go from there! So yeah, unless anyone has any other ideas I'm out for now after the next 10. Then again that could change at any time so I guess we'll just have to see where the future takes us. Until next time,

~Spring.