A child down call turns out to be a wakeup call for Station 51's captain. Just how far will he be willing to go to help his daughter come to grips with her fears.

Perhaps we should Dance

"Station 51 respond to Child down behind visitor's bleachers of football field Washington Jr. High; Time out 07:15"

"10-4 KMG365" Captain Hank Stanley responded in auto pilot as he handed a copy of the call slip to his Sr. Paramedic and took the second copy with him as he jogged over to his spot in the engine. As the engine followed the Squad out of the bay and down the road Hank's thoughts turned from the rescue they were responding to and to a particular student at that school. Perhaps he could check her out of school early today and let her ride back to the station on the fire engine with him and his crew when they were finished with the run. To do so was against regulations but he was sure his men would be willing to look the other way just once.

Even though he wanted to, he knew he wouldn't. There were reasons for the regulations and he wasn't about to break them for such personal reasons. Besides his daughter wasn't a little girl anymore and would probably be embarrassed if she knew he had even thought of it. In fact she was probably going to be embarrassed if she found out that he was even at her school, even though he was there on official business. Damn it was hard being a father of a teenager.

"Squad 51, turn through the parking lot on your left," Hank advised, "That's the most direct route to the football field." He hadn't told them soon enough to catch the first entrance to the parking lot but they did pull in to the second entrance and then behind the engine that managed to turn in the first entrance. Hank guided his ever capable engineer, Mike Stoker, along a path that was familiar to him and soon they were coming up to a group of students and teachers gathered behind the bleachers.

Hank quickly got out of the cab and started clearing a path for his engineer to drive through. "Okay let's make a path, Everyone move back give us some room to work." He called and motioned with one hand for Mike to pull forward so that the squad could get closer to their patient before turning his attention back to the throng of students. "Alright let's move back, Make room, let's clear a path so we can do our job." Hank continued to call out as the teachers did their part and started ushering the student's to the other end of the field making it possible for Hank to see the young girl lying on the ground curled up on her side with her hair in her face and a coat draped over her.

"Can you tell me what happened here?" Hank asked as his paramedics moved in with their equipment aided by the firemen from the engine.

"She was trying to do some kind of a flip off the top of the bleachers and she hit her head," one of the other students informed.

"She's been unconscious since she hit her head on the support beam there," A teacher added.

"Do we know if she's taken anything," the professional Paramedic John Gage called out as he pulled the coat away from his patient and brushed her hair out of her eyes to begin his assessment. "Anything at all we need to know."

"NO way man, her dad would kill her," A student called out.

"Mike!" Hank yelled and his Engineer came running to see what was wanted.

"We've been trying to call her home," Another teacher reported, "We haven't been able to get a hold of her parents yet."

"Yeah, Cap?" Mike called as soon as he was at Hank's side.

"Take over," Hank ordered with a blanching face as he sunk to one knee at the patient's feet.

"Cap?"

"I said takeover, you're in charge of the scene." Hank clarified.

"Can you keep trying her home," Paramedic Roy Desoto spoke as he put the antenna in place on the bio-phone, "We're going to need parental consent to treat her."

"That's alright," Hank swallowed hard, "I'm her father. Do what you need to do."