Miracle of the Century, Ch. 2

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A continuation of Chapter 1, only because I had to break it down!

Submitted: March 19, 2010

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Submitted: March 19, 2010

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“Yeah, Cap?” says Roy.
 
“Hey, Brice,” says Gage.
 
“Roy, you’re filling in for Mike. Mike, you’re filling in for Roy. Brice, you’re filling in for Gage. Again.”
 
All four of them reply in unison, “Right, Cap.”
 
“So, Brice,” says Gage, “I hear you have a new Captain at 110.”
 
“You heard right,” says Brice. “And you might know him.”
 
“Oh, yeah?” says Mike.
 
“Captain Dick Hammer.”
 
“Hammer is your Captain now?” asks Roy.
 
“For about six months now.”
 
“While you guys catch up, I gotta get going,” says Gage.
 
“See ya tomorrow, Johnny,” says Roy. He looks over to a grinning Mike Stoker.
 
“Yeah. See ya, Johnny,” says Mike. “Sucker,” he adds to Roy under his breath.
 
7:30 that evening:
 
John pulls up in Erin’s driveway in his trusty Land Rover a half hour early.
 
“Hey, Erin,” John says as Erin opens the door. “What’s with the military get-up?”
 
“You’ll see,” says Erin. “Oh, and, we’re going to the Millennium Biltmore Hotel in Downtown L.A.”
 
“If that’s the place I think it is, then we gotta get going,” says Gage.
 
Gage and Erin are driving north on the 110 Freeway.
 
“So,” says Gage, “are we going to some kind of reunion?”
 
“I hate you,” says Erin. “Dad told me to keep quiet about it. He thought you wouldn’t like the idea of coming to the annual reunion of the 4077th MASH.”
 
“Erin, you know I respect your dad. And as for this reunion, it sounds like fun. Who all’s gonna be there?”
 
“Dad, Dr. Pierce, Nurse Houlihan, Colonel Potter, Major Winchester, Sgt. Klinger, Radar, Father Mulcahy, and “Trapper” John McIntyre.”
 
“That’s a lot of people.”
 
“And I have a feeling that Radar is going to bring a few friends.”
 
“Who?”
 
“Radar is a detective with the Los Angeles Police Department, and is stationed out of Central Division, so take four guesses.”
 
“Reed, Malloy, and I can’t think of anyone else,” laughs Gage.
 
“You got Reed and Malloy right. The other two are also detectives: Joe Friday and Bill Gannon.”
 
“I guess we better be on our best behavior, then.”
 
“It doesn’t matter anyway. You outrank all four of them.”
 
“Hey, that’s right. I’ll tell you, Erin, I’m still not used to this new rank.”
 
Gage is pulling up to the hotel, and sees B.J. standing out front.
 
“I think we’re late,” says Gage.
 
“He doesn’t look angry.”
 
“How ya doin’, Doc?” says Gage.
 
“I’m doing OK, John,” says B.J. “Hey, Erin.”
 
“Hi, Dad. Is everybody here?”
 
“Just about. We’re waiting for Radar, Reed, Malloy, Friday, and Gannon.”
 
“But, other than that, everyone’s here?” asks Erin.
 
“Yep.”
 
“There you are, Beej,” says Hawkeye Pierce. “How ya doing, Erin? I see you brought a guest. How you doing, John?”
 
“I’m alright, Doc.”
 
“Please, just call me Hawkeye.”
 
“Why ‘Hawkeye’?”
 
“It’s from The Last of the Mohicans. It was my father’s favorite book.”
 
“Wow. I didn’t know that,” says Gage.
 
“There’s a lot of things you don’t know. For example: Your fly’s open.”
 
“Thanks, Hawkeye.”
 
“Ah, Radar’s here,” says B.J.
 
“Hey, Radar,” says Hawkeye.
 
“Oh, hi, Hawkeye and B.J. Is Trapper here?”
 
“He’s inside catching up with Colonel Potter,” says B.J.
 
“Alright. Who’s this with Erin, B.J.?” asks Radar.
 
“This is Lieutenant John Gage. He’s a paramedic with the Los Angeles County Fire Department, as you can tell from his uniform.”
 
“Well, these are Officer Jim Reed, Sergeant Pete Malloy, Sergeant Joe Friday, and Officer Bill Gannon.”
 
“Roy and I already know Reed and Malloy,” says Gage. “But, I don’t know Friday or Gannon.”
 
“Nice to meet you, Lieutenant,” says Sgt. Friday.
 
“Same goes for me, Lieutenant,” says Gannon.
 
“Guys,” says Gage, “just call me John.”
 
Before anyone can say anything else, gunfire starts ringing out.
 
Radar runs to his car, and gets on the radio.
 
“This is 1-K-82. Officers need help at the Millennium Biltmore Hotel! Shots fired! Also, respond the fire department for casualty extrication.”
 
“1-K-82, roger.”
 
“1-K-82, fire department is not available to respond to your incident.”
 
“WHAT?! WHAT PART OF - -?!”
 
Gage takes the mic from Radar.
 
“Dispatch, this is Lieutenant John Gage. I’m a paramedic with the Los Angeles County Fire Department! Call them and have them respond Station 51 to this location!”
 
“1-K-82, roger.”
 
“B.J.!!” screams Hawkeye.
 
“What happened?” asks Gage.
 
“He’s been hit, you dunce!”
 
“I got him!” yells Radar.
 
“I’m also hit!” yells Malloy.
 
Radar, Reed, Friday, and Gannon go over to check on the suspect.
 
“Nice shot, Radar,” says Gannon. “He’s still alive, though.”
 
“1-K-82, come in.”
 
“1-K-82, go ahead,” says Malloy.
 
“Los Angeles County Fire Department is responding Station 51 to your location. Rampart Hospital is also responding an ambulance.”
 
“1-K-82, roger.”
 
“Also, L.A. County Fire asks to switch to their frequency.”
 
“1-K-82, roger. John, they want you to switch to L.A. County Fire frequency.”
 
“Right, Pete.”
 
After a couple of minutes, Gage hears Sam Lanier over the radio.
 
“I know that voice anywhere.”
 
“You on the right channel?”
 
“L.A., this is Lt. John Gage of Squad 51.”
 
“Go ahead, Lieutenant.”
 
“L.A., what is the ETA of Station 51?”
 
“ETA is five minutes.”
 
“10-4. I can hear the sirens now.”
 
“There’s no way they’ll make it to Rampart,” says Hawkeye.
 
“We’re taking them to Central Receiving,” says Gage.
 
“Good idea.”
 
“L.A., Station 51 at scene,” comes Cap’s voice.
 
“Station 51.”
 
“Cap, we have three victims.”
 
“L.A., Engine 51. Call Central Receiving Hospital and have them respond an additional ambulance.”
 
“Station 51.”
 
“Roy, Mike, Brice, tend to the victims.”
 
“Right, Cap.”
 
“Roy, Mike, over here!” yells Gage.
 
“Hey, Pete,” says Roy. “How ya feel?”
 
“Ok, I guess. I never thought I’d ever be treated by you two jokers.”
 
“Can’t win ‘em all.”
 
“I guess not.”
 
Roy hushes Pete as he picks up the Biophone.
 
“Rampart, this is County 51.”
 
“Go ahead, 51.”
 
“Rampart, we have three victims. Victim #1 is an off-duty officer with the LA Police Department, about 35 years of age, with a gunshot wound to the left bicep. B.P. is 100 over 62, pulse is 120 and strong, and respiration is 13 normal.”
 
“10-4, 51. Start an I.V. with Ringers, and add five milligrams MSIV.”
 
“10-4, Rampart. I.V. with Ringers, add five milligrams MSIV.”
 
“Roy,” says Reed, “we just lost the suspect.”
 
“Thanks, Jim.”
 
“How’s Pete?”
 
“I’m fine, Jim. And, Roy, no morphine. Last time I needed morphine, I was completely zonked out of my skull. Jim remembers.”
 
“Rampart, a correction. We only have two victims. We just lost the third victim.”
 
“How’s the second victim, 51?”
 
“The second victim is a male about 50 years of age. He was also involved in the same shooting, but it looks like the bullet just winged him on the right forearm.”
 
“10-4, 51. Transport as soon as possible.”
 
“10-4, Rampart. We will be transporting to Central Receiving Hospital due to our location.”
 
“10-4, 51.”
 
“How you doing, Pete?” asks Gage.
 
“Never better,” says Pete. “I gotta get shot more often.”
 
“Let’s get you in the ambulance,” says Gage.
 
“Jim, tell Mac where I am if he asks.”
 
“How about Karen?” asks Jim.
 
“Karen, too.”
 
“See ya later, Pete.”
 
“See ya, Jim.”
 
“Roy, you go ahead. I’ll stay with Erin,” says Gage.
 
“Ok, Johnny.”
 
Roy climbs into the ambulance with Pete and B.J.
 
“Brice, I’ll drive the squad in,” says Mike. “You take the engine on back.”
 
“Yes, sir, Mr. Stoker, sir,” says Brice.
 
“And when I get back to the station, I’ll explain just how much of an ass you’re making of yourself.”
 
At the hospital, Dr. Ronald Jones takes a look at Malloy, and Dr. Brackett takes a look at B.J.
 
“Didn’t expect to see you here, Doc,” says Roy.
 
“Not as surprised as I am to be here.”
 
“So, Dr. Brackett,” says B.J., “what’s the diagnosis?”
 
“Well, you definitely need stitches, and you’ll more than likely be getting a tetanus shot.”
 
“You need me anymore, Doc?” asks Roy.
 
“No, go ahead. I’ve got my own private ambulance.”
 
“See ya, Doc.”
 
“Hey, Roy,” says Reed, “how’s Dr. Hunnicutt?”
 
“He’s fine. How’s Pete?”
 
“They gave him some morphine, and now he’s singing ‘Hound Dog’ to the nurse.”
 
“Is this the same Pete Malloy I talked to twenty minutes ago?”
 
“Yes and no.”
 
Roy and Jim bust out laughing when the orderlies wheel Pete up to the O.R. while he’s singing “Hey, Good Lookin’” rather loud, and out of tune.
 
“What’s so funny?” asks Stoker.
 
“Sorry, Mike. We’re laughing at Pete,” replies Jim.
 
“We gotta get going,” says Roy. “But, first, we need to see how Johnny’s doing. See ya, Jim.”
 
“Alright. See you guys later.”
 
Roy and Mike head for the Squad, leaving Jim laughing like a hyena.
 
“I think he just gave himself a hernia,” says Mike.
 
Back at the scene of the shooting, Lieutenant MacDonald has shown up, and is questioning Gage.
 
“So, where exactly was Malloy hit, Lieutenant?” asks Mac.
 
“In the left bicep. How many more questions are you gonna ask me?”
 
“That’s it. You’ll be getting a call from Internal Affairs in the next couple of days. Then, you’ll be asked to appear in front of a Shooting Board in about a week. You got that?”
 
“Yeah, sure. Hey, Roy! How are Pete and Dr. Hunnicutt doing?”
 
“Hunnicutt’s fine. Malloy isn’t gonna wanna quit his day job anytime soon.”
 
“Huh?”
 
“They gave Pete some morphine, and he’s zonked out of his skull singing country songs.”
 
“Singing - -?”
 
“To the nurses.”
 
“I’ve gotta get Erin home. See ya at the station tomorrow.”
 
“See ya, Johnny.”
 
“Who was that, John?”
 
“That was my partner and best friend, Roy DeSoto,” replies Gage. “Now, let’s get you home. And quick, because there’s your mom.”
 
“John!” yells Peg. “How’s B.J.?”
 
“He just got winged, Mrs. Hunnicutt. He’ll need stitches and a shot or two, but he’ll be fine.”
 
“That’s all I wanted to know. Just take Erin home.”
 
“That’s where we’re headed,” replies Gage.
 
The ride back to Carson is a long, silent trip until Gage turns down Erin’s street.
 
“What a night,” says Erin. “I certainly wasn’t expecting anything like this to happen.”
 
“That goes double for me.”
 
“As the old saying goes: There’s a first time for everything.”
 
“Why don’t you stop by the station sometime tomorrow?”
 
“I’ll do that. See you tomorrow.”
 
“Good night, Erin.”
 
The next morning, Gage walks into the station and sees Chet Kelly standing by the Squad with an evil grin on his face.
 
“What is it, Chet?”
 
“I’m impressed.”
 
“About what?”
 
“Your date last night was a complete disaster, and for once, it wasn’t your fault.”
 
“Lay off, Chet. I’m still a bit shaken up from last night.”
 
“I can imagine,” says Roy. “By the way, Chet, that remark just got you latrine duty for the next two shifts.”
 
“Aw, Roy! Have a heart!”
 
“Not this time.”
 
“Thanks, Roy,” says Gage.
 
“Don’t mention it. So, how’s Erin?”


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