check this out and clear those people away from the room. You control the crowd and

don't do anything 'til I come back."

She quickly made her way down the hall. "Alright people, you trying to get killed?

Move away from the door and clear this hall." She glanced into the trauma room. A

small slender redhead dressed in scrubs and a lab coat was standing against one wall, a

tall husky man stood next to a gurney in the middle of the room. He was pointing a gun

directly at the frightened doctor. Sam could see he was sweating profusely and the gun

was shaking in his hand. He continued to rant at the woman opposite him. Sam hurried

back down the hall to Davidson.

"He's not going to last much longer, I've got to get in there." Sam had seen these situations before and they usually ended up with a dead hostage and gunman. "We don't

have time to wait for back-up. I want you to go into the trauma room next door and

cover me. You should be able to see in the door. Don't come in 'til I tell you."

"But..." Davidson started to protest.

"Just do it!" Sam demanded.

She hurried back down to the trauma room door. As quietly as she could Sam stepped

into the room. The doctor became aware of her first then the gunman.

"Get out of here, I'll kill her!" He screamed.

Sam never moved. She glanced quickly at the terrified doctor trying to see if she was

injured. She locked eyes with the woman for just a second, trying to let her know

everything was going to be ok. She turned her attention back to the gunman.

"You don't want to do that Keith. Whatever the problem is we can work it out. Put the

gun down." She said calmly trying to defuse the situation.

He seemed momentarily stunned she knew his name, but quickly started to rant again.

"It's all her fault." He gestured wildly with the gun toward the trembling doctor. "She made me a laughingstock and now she's going to pay for it."

Time seemed to slow as Sam saw his finger tighten on the trigger. She felt her heart

thump in her chest and knew in that split second between one heartbeat and the next that

she'd never stop him even if she fired on him. She didn't know what made her do it but

she launched herself between the doctor and the gunman. She saw the flash of the

weapon's discharge. The shot slammed into the shoulder of her bulletproof vest and

knocked her back into the doctor. In slow motion she saw the connecting door slam open

and Davidson run in with his gun drawn. The gunman managed to fire again before

spinning to face Davidson with his gun raised. Davidson shot him in the chest at almost

point blank range. The gunman's second shot had gone low catching Sam in the groin

below her bulletproof vest. The pain was excruciating as her body hit the ground hard.

Everything after that was a blur. She faintly heard Davidson calling frantically over the

radio. "Officer down, Officer down!"

She felt herself being lifted up and cradled in strong slender arms and pressure being

applied to her wound. Her eyes struggled to focus on the face above her. She gazed into

the most amazing violet colored eyes she had ever seen. It was the doctor who'd been

threatened by the gunman. Even in the incredible pain she was in she felt safe in her

arms. The doctor reached down brushing Sam's hair back from her face and then softly

stroked her cheek as she stared into the officer's vivid blue eyes.

"Don't worry, you're going to be alright. I'll take good care of you."

Sam was totally unaware of the other people rushing into the room. All she saw was the

beautiful woman above her promising everything was going to be ok. She could feel

herself becoming weaker and everything was getting dim. The last thing she saw was the

coppery haired doctor with the soft violet eyes leaning over her before everything went

black.

"Get her on the gurney NOW!" the doctor yelled. "We're losing her."

Chapter Two

Riley Connolly helped the nurses lift the wounded officer up onto the gurney. She

quickly assessed her injuries. The bulletproof vest had deflected most of the impact of

the shoulder shot. It was her leg that had Riley worried. Keith had been taken to the

trauma room next door and she could see the doctor working over him. She pushed

thoughts of him away and concentrated on the officer who'd saved her. The nurses

quickly cut her clothes off, inserted IV's and attached her to a heart monitor. Riley

glanced up from where she was working to stop the bleeding at the officer's groin. She

was suddenly uncomfortable seeing the beautiful body of the officer on display, which

surprised her; usually the last thing on her mind was a patient's modesty. Not really

knowing why she reached up and pulled the sheet up over her exposed chest and pelvis.

Several police officers barged into the room.

"How is she? Is she going to be okay? We need to talk to you about what happened here

doctor," demanded one of the officers.

"You can't be in here, let me work and I'll talk to you when I can." Riley said never looking up from where she was still trying to stop the bleeding. "I think the femoral

artery has been nicked. Type and cross her for 4 units and send them to the OR STAT!

Open the IV's full bore she's losing too much volume. We have to get her upstairs NOW!

Let's move it people!"

One of the officers stepped in front of her, "You're going to operate on her? Are you a surgeon?"

Riley tried to push the large man aside. "Yes, I'm a trauma surgeon. Now get the hell out of my way. I'm trying to save your friend before she bleeds to death!" The officer

quickly scurried out of her way.

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Riley stepped out of the OR and watched as they rolled the officer into recovery. She had

indeed had a nick in her femoral artery. She'd managed to repair it before the tissue was

damaged from loss of blood flow. They had been able to stabilize her quickly with little

additional blood loss; her vitals had come up after pumping in a couple liters of fluid.

They'd been able to complete the surgery without having to give her a blood transfusion.

The leg had pinked up well and Riley was confident the officer would, baring any

complications, recover fully. With the strain of being held at gunpoint then the struggle

to save the injured officer who'd been shot protecting her, Riley was at the end of her

rope. She was physically and mentally exhausted. She slumped against the wall outside

the OR.

"Dr. Connolly." Riley looked up wearily as one of the recovery room nurses approached.

"There are several police officers waiting to talk to you and the patient's family has arrived."

It was then that Riley realized she didn't even know the officer's name. She walked over

and picked up the officer's chart off the rack flipping to the first page she saw her name, Samantha McKenna.

"Okay Sara, I just need to check that she's gotten settled in recovery and write her post op orders. I'll be out to talk to the family then the police officers."

Riley entered the recovery room and went straight to Samantha's bed. She couldn't help

admiring the beautiful woman with her high cheekbones and classically chiseled

features. Not even realizing what she was doing, she gently brushed Samantha's dark

hair back from her face and softly stroked her cheek. God she's gorgeous, she thought.

Riley jerked her hand back when she realized what she was doing. She went over her

chart and wrote out her post op orders. Everything seemed fine. She looked down into

Samantha's slack features marveling at what the woman had done throwing herself in

front of Keith. She couldn't believe the officer had risked her life for someone she didn't even know. Sighing heavily she made her way out to face the family and Samantha's

fellow officers knowing this was all her fault.

The surgical waiting room was packed with police officers. Sitting in one corner were

two women looking shell-shocked holding hands. Riley did a double take; the dark

haired woman could've been the twin of the woman she'd just left in the recovery room.

She ignored all the officers and approached the two women.

"Are you here for Samantha McKenna?" She asked the two women already knowing the

answer. Jess looked up at the small slender redhead. Riley backed up a step when the tall

raven-haired woman rose towering over her. Her vibrant blue eyes locked with the

doctor's violet ones.

"Yes, I'm Jess McKenna, Sam's my sister. This is my wife Kim." She introduced the blond standing next to her. Riley glanced down noting the wedding rings both women

were wearing. "What's my sister's condition?"

"I'm Dr. Connolly, I operated on your sister." Riley said shaking hands with both women.

She's in recovery and doing well."

"What was the extent of her injuries? All the officers told us was that she'd been shot twice." Jess asked.

"Her bulletproof vest deflected most of the impact of the gunshot to her shoulder. She has a graze wound and extensive bruising to her shoulder. The second shot was to her

leg, it did a bit of damage." Riley explained. "I repaired the damage and she should recover fully."

"Exactly what type of damage? Please be specific. I'm a physician. I'm Head of the ER at LA Metropolitan."

Riley blushed. "I'm sorry Dr. McKenna no one told me that. The bullet entered at the

groin and nicked the femoral artery, it then tracked downward damaging the quadriceps

muscle. I was able to repair the damage to the artery and the limb pinked up

immediately. I also repaired the muscle damage. The damage to the muscle was fairly

extensive. Fortunately it was a small caliber handgun or the damage would've been even

more widespread. We were able to support her with several liters of fluid and avoid a

blood transfusion. With physical therapy she will regain full use of the leg."

"The police said you were in the room when she was shot?" Jess questioned.

"Yes, I was being held at gunpoint, your sister threw herself between me and the

gunman. I'm so sorry she got hurt." Riley apologized contritely.

"When can we see her?" Kim asked.

Riley glanced up meetings the blond's gaze. "She's still in recovery and will be going to the ICU once she regains consciousness. You can see her as soon as she reaches the

ICU."

"I'd like to see her now." Jess requested. When Riley hesitated Kim spoke up. "My wife and I are both physicians, as a professional courtesy we'd like to see her for just a few

minutes. We're both aware of the rules of the recovery room."

"Okay, but only for a few minutes." Riley conceded.

Jess headed straight for Sam's bed. She picked up her hand on her uninjured side.

Stroking Sam's hair she kissed her sister gently on the forehead. "Hey Kiddo," she whispered, "What have you done to yourself?" Kim came up and wrapped her arms

around Jess's waist. Jess pulled Kim close to her side, her eyes never leaving Sam's face.

Kim could tell Jess was struggling to control her emotions. "She'll be okay sweetheart, she's strong." Kim tried to reassure Jess. A nurse was waiting patiently to take Sam's vitals. "Come on let the nurse do her job. We'll see her again in the ICU." Jess leaned down and kissed Sam's forehead whispering to her, "We'll see you soon, I love you." As Kim led Jess out of the recovery room she glanced back at her sister-in-law praying she

would be all right. She and Sam had grown very close since her marriage to Jess.

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Riley sat at her desk with her head resting in her hands. After speaking to Sam's family

she'd gone back into the recovery room to check on Keith. One of the recovery room

nurses let her know he'd died on the operating table. As she stumbled out of the recovery

room the police were waiting for her. The interview with the police had been grueling.