Why not?
I dont take advice from a man who throws his heart into every relationship, only to get it crushed.
If you dont put yourself out there, then why bother?
Cristina stared at him as if shed never seen him before. Youre hopeless. A hopeless romantic.
You say that like its a bad thing.
Itsits But for the first time in, well, history, Cristina seemed to run out of words.
Their first call of the day came in for a large fire in a warehouse across from the wharf, and all units responded.
By the time Zach and Aidan pulled up, black smoke stretched hundreds of feet into the blue sky like a vicious storm cloud, and the chief was setting up the ICS-Incident Command System. The street was a chaotic mess, making it difficult to get close, but the police were working on directing the civilians out and the fire units in.
Word had come through that there were several people trapped in the warehouse, and Zach eyed the inferno critically. Not good.
Going to be tricky, Aidan agreed as they pulled out their equipment.
The chief sent a group of them to the south side of the building, where the missing people had last been seen. Sam, Eddie, Cristina and Blake manned the hoses, while Aidan and Zach prepared to enter the building.
Now, Blake yelled from the rig, gesturing them in as the gang beat back the flames.
Aidan and Zach went in together, immediately choking on the thick, unrelenting smoke in spite of their protective masks. Visibility was ten feet at first. But only a few yards in, that was cut in half.
You see red? Aidan yelled.
No, but I hear popping like Rice Krispies, so its coming. In fact, it was earsplitting.
They had no idea where their victims were so Aidan gestured for Zach to go left, and hed go right. About twenty feet down the dark, smoky hall, Zach heard a woman screaming. Got one, he said via radio to Aidan, pounding on the doors as he went, stopping at the one from behind which came the screaming.
The wood was hot to the touch.
A door opened behind Zach, and as he turned, a man stumbled right into his surprised arms.
Claire, the man gasped, and fought to get past Zach. I hear her, I have to get to Claire!
The guy was half-unconscious, and the size of a linebacker, an overweight linebacker. Zach gripped him tight, completely supporting his weight. Clearly the guy couldnt go after anyone in his condition. Hell, he couldnt even walk on his own. Youre not going anywhere-
Ive got to get to Claire! Claire, its me, Bob! Im coming!
Ill get her.
No, I- Thats all Bob got out before his eyes rolled up in the back of his head and he slumped to the floor, a dead weight.
Zach hunkered down to sling him over his shoulder, but Bob suddenly came to life, and with what seemed like superhuman strength, grabbed his ankle and tugged.
Zach hit the floor hard.
Claire! Bellowing, Bob crawled over him toward the office door.
Zach rolled and managed to hold him down. You cant go in there. You dont have a mask. Im taking you out-
Good old Bob slugged Zach in the gut.
Zach absorbed the blow, using precious oxygen as he got the guy in a choke hold just as the ceiling began crashing down in flaming chunks, one narrowly missing the mans head, and only because Zach yanked him out of the way. Youre wasting time! Wait here-
No! Bob charged for the door, but on the way there, a huge piece of burning tile fell, hitting him hard enough to slam him to the ground, where he finally was still.
Great. Now Zach had to get Bob out and to medical help before he could go for Claire, whose screams were already fading.
Calm but furious, Zach hoisted the man up in the classic firemans hold and made his way back down the hallway. Luckily, Aidan met him halfway. Take him, Zach directed. Im going back for the woman.
Weve got orders to get out now. The roofs unstable.
No shit. I can get to her quick. Hands free, Zach turned back. The smoke was even thicker now, pouring in through the walls, making it seem like night. He couldnt see his hand in front of his face.
But worse, Claire was no longer screaming.
Then Eddie and Sam showed up, their lights barely cutting through the darkness. Zach! Out of here!
I know-hold on! He opened the office door. Behind him he heard Eddie and Sam yelling into their radios for lines of water to come through the office windows and the roof. They were going to get their asses kicked for breaking protocol, but Zach had never been so happy to see them in his life. Claire! he yelled as flames roared out the door, right at them, attracted by the new source of oxygen.
From outside, the hoses beat the flames back enough for them to move in; they found Claire crumpled on the floor beneath a desk. Zach dropped down and pulled her toward him. With Eddie flanking one side and Sam the other, he carried her into the hallway, where they were shoved back by flames coming from both directions now.
Go back the way you came! came the chiefs voice via radio. Out the way you came!
They wouldnt make it. They needed a faster way-the office windows. But they couldnt get to them without hoses.
Do it, Blake shouted into their radio. Im on the roof, Ill cover you.
Shocked, they all looked up, and through the burning ceiling, they could see an arc of water coming through.
Blake.
Hurry! he yelled down to them. Move it!
Eddie went out the window first, straddling the ledge, reaching back for Claire. Sam went next. Waiting until the ladder cleared, Zach took one last look over his shoulder at the flames rushing them, but Blake still had his back.
Go, Blake shouted as the ceiling started to cave.
Jesus, Blake! Zachs heart stopped. Get back!
I will when youre out-
But a thundering shudder silenced them both. Zach made to leap for the ladder, but the ceiling crashed down. As he yelled Blakes name, everything went black.
Two firefighters are down, Dustin said grimly, setting down the radio.
Brookes heart stopped. Oh my God. Who?
Dustin didnt meet her eyes.
She grabbed his sleeve. Who?
Blake and Zach. He grimaced, but tried to sound reassuring. Dont worry, theyll get them out.
Ohmigod, theyre trapped?
The male victim Aidan had carried out was sitting on the curb holding an ice pack to his head, and at this news, he moaned. Its my fault. I freaked out. And now Claires trapped in there, too.
Shes out, Dustin told him. Shes in the ambulance, where you should be.
Oh, thank God. The man surged to his feet, grabbing Brookes hand, his eyes wet. Im sorry. Im so sorry-
She shook her head. You need to sit down-
No, Im fine. Im just so damn sorry-
Dustin brought him to Claire, while Brooke stared up at the building, which was a virtual inferno.
Zach was in there.
She took a step toward it but Dustin was back, blocking her path. What are you doing?
I need to get closer.
Youre not a firefighter. And were hospital-bound, Brooke. Two vics, remember? Its our job.
Damn it, he was right. The job. The job always came first. It was what shed signed on for, and shed never before minded it taking over her life. Not once.
Unfortunately, shed given herself a taste of real life here in Santa Rey, and she liked it. Hell, loved it.
But now the person whod given her that taste of life was in danger of losing his.
Brooke and Dustin were still unloading their patients at the E.R. when word came from the fire scene that they had the flames eighty percent contained, and the injured firefighters had been evacuated safely.
Alive.
And on the way to the hospital.
Brooke took her first deep breath since shed heard the words firefighters and down in the same sentence. She and Dustin tried to wait but an emergency call came in for them-a woman with chest pains needed assistance.
While Dustin drove, Brooke called Aidan.
Blakes in surgery, Aidan said, sounding tense and stressed. Badly broken leg.
Ohmigod. Zach?
A concussion, broken wrist and a few second-degree burns. I know that sounds bad, but hes going to be okay, Brooke.
Relief hit her like a tidal wave, but she couldnt lose it because theyd arrived at their call, where she and Dustin found a three-hundred-and-fifty-pound woman stuck in her bed, needing assistance to the bathroom.
You said you had chest pains, Dustin said.
Right. I do. But I think its heartburn.
Are the pains gone now? Brooke asked.
Yes. Completely.
Maam, we still need to bring you in to be checked-
Okay, so I never had chest pains. I called because you people wont come out unless its serious.
They were speechless.
Would you hand me my TV remote? she asked them. Oh, and that box of doughnuts?
Brooke stared at her. Shed missed being at Zachs side for this, for a woman who couldnt reach her damn remote so shed called 911? She handed over the remote but not the doughnuts. Maam, the 911 system is for real emergencies-
It was a real emergency.
Dustin still couldnt speak.
Hey, Im sorry, but Greys Anatomy is repeating and I missed it the first time around.
Medical emergencies, Brooke said tightly.
The woman finally had the grace to look a little abashed. I know, but who else am I going to call?
You could do it yourself. No longer speechless, Dustin was clearly furious. Consider it your daily exercise.
They left there in silence, and it was several long moments before either could speak.
They left there in silence, and it was several long moments before either could speak.
That didnt just happen, Dustin finally said.
But unfortunately it had, and they had another call, and then another, and it was several hours before Brooke could get another status check on Zach. By that time hed been released from the hospital and was at his house, supposedly resting.
She wanted to get over there, needed to get a good look at him herself and make sure he was okay, but the chief put their rig on overtime; neither she nor Dustin was going anywhere.
It killed her.
Shed always given her heart and soul to her job, and that had always fulfilled her. But she could see that was no longer the case. Zachs accident had driven home to her that work was not enough.
Here in Santa Rey, shed found more.
Chapter 14
When the doorbell rang late that night, Zach was in bed, nicely doped up, flying high on whatever the doctor had given him. Aidan had already brought him dinner and had stayed for a movie, but was gone now. Jenny had brought another movie and a few of her pole-dancing pals by, but theyd left, too.