THE PROFESSIONALS
Authors Note: In writing this story, I combined two of my favorite shows. This is a work of fiction. If you are a fan of both Adam-12 and Emergency, you should enjoy it. And let me know what you think. Thanks Tangee for letting me use your name as a character in my story.
Disclaimer: Emergency!" and its characters belong to © Mark VII Productions, Inc. All rights reserved. No infringement of any copyrights or trademarks is intended or should be inferred. This is a work of fiction, and any similarity to actual persons or events is purely coincidental.
I do not own the men and women of Emergency! and Adam-12, and only use them here for the purposes of entertainment. No money is made and I hope the creators, writers and actors appreciate that they're creation still resonates with fans after all these years.
Originally archived at Two Chickies.
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CHAPTER 1
The black and white squad car rolled down the street, the two occupants keeping a close eye on the area around them. The have driven down this block probably a thousand times in the years they had worked together.
Pete Malloy was the older of the two, with strawberry blond hair and a sturdy build. Jim Reed was darker and leaner-and always the "junior" partner. But they had worked together for so many years now, neither thought of the other as teacher or student anymore.
"Hey, Pete," said Reed, "are we still on for Saturday?"
"You mean the barbecue? Yeah, I plan on being there. I told you I would be," said Malloy.
Pete looked over at his partner and friend and allowed himself a smile. "I know, I know. But Jeannie keeps asking me to be sure you're going to be there. I think she wants to play matchmaker again. You know how she is."
"Oh, yeah, I know. I remember the last female she set me up with," Pete said, rolling his eyes. "I almost didn't last the night. The woman wouldn't shut up."
Jim started to laugh. "She was a bit of a motormouth, wasn't she?"
"Just do me a favor, okay," said Malloy. "Don't make me stay for this one if she starts to get on my nerves."
"I won't," promised Reed.
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John Gage pulled his Land Rover into a parking spot behind Fire Station 51. He glanced over at the spot next to his, seeing a small convertible parked there. Roy's here early, he thought. Must have missed all the traffic.
Gage walked through the vehicle bay into the kitchen. Nobody around. Kinda odd, usually everybody was here getting their first cup of coffee. He checked his watch, tapping on the face, making sure it was still working. He was thinking maybe he was late for the shift. No, watch is working fine.
Scratching his head, the dark-haired, slender young man walked back out near the squad, looking around. Both the engine and the squad were parked there, bright red and all the chrome shining like new. Well, he thought, they gotta be somewhere. He then walked around the apparatus and across the bay into the locker room.
Again, no one around. It's like they all just disappeared. Only one other place to check. He peered into the dorm area. Empty. The whole station was empty. Where the heck is everybody? He was beginning to feel like he was in the Twilight Zone!
Well, they can't have just disappeared. Where the heck were they? Then he smiled. Chet. Another one of Chet's practical jokes. That's got to be it. Well, I won't be the sucker again. I'm not gonna spend all morning searching for them. I'll just make them find me. I'll get a cup of coffee and see how long they want to play the game.
He started back toward the kitchen, whistling. Gage had been the target of too many of Chester B's jokes. Not again. Not this time. No siree.
Johnny pushed open the door to the kitchen. As he headed toward the stove, he heard a loud "SURPRISE!"
Gage jerked his head toward to back of the room. Everybody was there. Roy, Chet, Cap, Marco, Mike, even Dr Bracket and Dixie McCall. And of course Henry, the basset hound, sleeping on the couch.
"Happy Birthday, Johnny," yelled Roy.
Dixie walked over and kissed Johnny on the cheek. "So, birthday boy. How does it feel to be another year older?"
Gage just stood there with a look of shock on his face. "I ….you…..how did you ….…where were you guys? I was just in here, the place was empty."
"Gage," piped up Chet, "you're not very observant. How'd you ever get to be a paramedic? We were outside the whole time. Geez." Chet looked around at the others. "So, where's the cake?"
At that moment, the loud tones started sounding throughout the station.
"Station 51, traffic accident with injuries, corner of Dearborn and Main. Time out 0811."
Johnny and Roy started running for the squad. Gage stopped, looked back at Dixie and Bracket "ah, thanks for the party. Go ahead and start without us."
Gage and DeSoto jumped into the squad. The captain acknowledged the call and then handed the information he'd jotted down to Roy, who passed it on to Johnny. The siren started and the squad pulled out of the station, followed by the engine.
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The accident scene was a mess. Three cars were jumbled pieces of unrecognizable metal. As Johnny and Roy pulled up to the scene, they could see at least 5 victims lying on the ground or sitting in vehicles. As they stopped the squad and started climbing out of the squad, Pete Malloy walked over to them.
"We've got a bad one here, fellas," he said. "Two that I can tell appear to be dead. They're in that black sedan over there. You might want to check them first. I already told dispatch to send at least 3 ambulances. I think we're gonna need them all."
Just then, Jim Reed yelled, "Hey Roy, get over here quick, I think this lady just stopped breathing!"
As Desoto ran over to the green VW where Reed was crouched, he called to Gage. "Johnny, check the pair in the black car." Johnny looked at Captain Stanley. "Cap, can you call for another squad, we're gonna need help here." Then he took off for the sedan.
"Right, Johnny ," answered Captain Hank Stanley, and he reached for the microphone to make the request to the dispatcher.
As Johnny and Roy went about getting vitals on the patients, two ambulances pulled up to the scene, followed by two more police cars. Malloy got the officers busy with traffic control and assisting the fire department in any way they could.
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Malloy and Reed walked wearily through the automatic doors into the Emergency Room at Rampart Hospital. They had just spent several hours trying to make sense out of the accident scene. As they headed down the hall they saw Johnny and Roy coming out of one of the examination rooms.
"Roy, Johnny," Pete said as he stopped, nodding at them. "You guys aren't still here with accident victims are you?"
"No," replied Johnny, shaking his head. "We brought in a kid who fell out of a tree. Nothing serious, broken arm. So, did you finally finish with your report?"
Reed looked at Gage. "We're just finishing up the last of it. Need to get all the info from the doctors on the folks that you guys brought in."
Roy glanced at Johnny, who shook his head and looked at the floor. Then Roy looked back to Reed with a bit of sadness.
"What is it Roy? What's wrong?" asked Reed.
"You know that little girl in the truck? She didn't make it. There was just too much internal damage. Her tiny body just couldn't handle it."
"Damn it!" cried Pete. "I really thought she was doing okay. Her mom died too, you know."
"Yeah," Gage said, "we, ah, saw the husband a few minutes ago. The wife and daughter were on their way to pick him up so they could start their vacation…he said they were finally taking their daughter to Disneyland."
None of the men could think of anything else to say. They just shook their heads. Each had seen this kind of tragedy many times in the past, and would see much more of it before they retired.
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Music played. Snatches of conversation could be heard. Reed stood over the grill, flipping hamburger patties, and turning hot-dogs. The doorbell rang and a pretty blond called out, "I'll get it." She opened the door and greeted the man standing there.
"Johnny, I am so glad you could make it. Roy and Joanne are already here. Just head on out to the backyard."
"Jeannie, you are still the prettiest lady on the block," John Gage replied.
"Oh, John Gage…still the smooth talker. I knew there was a reason I asked Jim to invite you along," she laughed. She grabbed the bottle of wine that Johnny had brought along and turned toward the kitchen, as Gage headed out the sliding doors into the yard.
"Well, there goes the party," yelled Malloy. "Gage just got here."
Gage looked at Pete Malloy and chuckled. "Cute Pete. If I didn't know better, I'd swear your real name was Chet Kelly."
Malloy laughed and waved Johnny over to the picnic table. "Johnny, I'd like you to meet Angela. Angela, John Gage. He's the one Roy and Joanne were telling you about."
Angela, a petite woman, with shoulder length red hair, glanced at Pete, then at Johnny. She shook her head, and with a slight smile on her face, said " he doesn't look like Don Juan." And everybody at the party started to laugh, including John Gage.
"Don't believe anything they told you about me," Johnny said. "I really am a very nice guy. And as soon as you realize that Pete isn't the guy for you, give me a call."
Angela smiled, look at Pete. "I take it back. He is Don Juan."
"Food's on, everybody," Jim yelled.
"Great, I'm starving," said Johnny.
"Yeah, so what else is new," said Joanne Desoto. "At least this time I don't have to feed you. This is someone else's party. I get to just relax and enjoy."
Everybody gathered around the table, grabbing plates and telling Reed how good the food smelled.
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The food was tasty. The party was fun. As Roy, Joanne and Johnny said goodbye and headed out the door, Jeannie and Jim waved goodbye.
"You know, they're really nice—Johnny and Roy. I'm so glad you invited them tonight," Jeannie told Jim. "We don't get to see them very often, but I always enjoy their company. And I really like Joanne."
"I do too," agreed Jim. "You know, we see those guys at work a lot, but never
really spend a lot of time with them. It's usually just a couple minutes here and there, when they pick up victims of some crime or accident that Pete and I are investigating. I'm glad that were able to come tonight."
Pete walked over then, digging his car keys from his pants pocket. "Well, folks I think it is time to head on home. Gotta get my beauty rest, ya know!" Pete looked at Angela, sitting on the sofa. "Ang, can I give you a ride home?"
"Thanks, Pete, but I drove," said Angela. "But you can walk me to my car."
"It'd be my pleasure," Pete said. He looked at Jeannie and smiled. Jeannie was just happy that Pete and Angela looked like they really liked each other. They were two of her favorite people and she would love to see them get together.
Pete and Angela said goodnight and walked out the door, going down the sidewalk to Angela's car.
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