Author's Note: Welcome to my first ever shot at Suliet AU! The first three chapters or so may be a little slow as I get things going, but I hope you enjoy it. Any and all feedback would be greatly appreciated! I've got the next chapter halfway done and I know where I'd like to go with the whole thing, but sometimes these stories take on a mind of their own so we'll see.

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Disclaimer: Lost is not mine.

Code Silver

Chapter 1

"Once I get in here where do I go?" James Ford was talking on his cell phone as he got out of his car and made his way through a busy parking lot to two large sliding glass doors.

"Oh." James could hear Miles munching on his lunch through the telephone. "Once you get inside." He said between bites. "You'll have to stop at the desk. Tell them you're there to see Dan and they'll get a hold of him. You can't get back to the office without a badge so he'll have to come get you."

"Alright." James neared the entrance. "And Miles?" He asked.

"Yeah?" His friend replied, mouth clearly full.

"Thanks for setting this up for me."

"No problem." Miles replied. "I'm glad to finally have you down here. Working together will be just like old times!"

"I'll let you know how it goes."

"Sounds good."

James heard a click as his friend hung up. It was a hot, sunny day in Miami. He tucked his cell phone in the pocket of his jeans as he walked into Miami Memorial Hospital.

An elderly woman wearing a pink vest greeted him from her seat at a large desk just inside the doors. "Can I help you?" She asked and smiled brightly. Her short hair was a color somewhere between white and gray and as he got closer James could see the dark blue 'VOLUNTEER' printed above the dame Sarah on her hospital ID.

James smiled at the woman. "I'm here to see Dan, the head of security."

"Yes, he said he was expecting someone. I'll give him a call." After a very brief phone conversation Sarah told James it would just be a few minutes before Dan came to get him. He thanked her and moved to the side so she could help the next person.

While he waited James looked around. He wasn't at the main entrance, but the entrance for the emergency room as Miles had instructed him. He watched as cars pulled up to the door and were greeted by men in blue polo shirts. They helped passengers into wheelchairs before whisking them into the hospital either to the left for ER or the right for outpatient services.

James saw several other older people walking around with pink vests like Sarah's and he couldn't help but think it was an odd choice for a volunteer uniform.

Suddenly a black car sped to the door. The driver was out of the vehicle and over to the other side before the guy with the wheelchair even got out the door. He swung open the passenger door revealing a woman. She looked to be in her late 40's like the driver, her husband James assumed. She was clearly crying and in obvious pain. The two men got her in the wheelchair and the husband parked while the other wheeled her towards emergency. James watched as she was taken past him. The tears came hard and fast leaving her face a blotchy red mess. She was moaning and groaning. "It hurts so bad." He heard her say while clutching her stomach. Soon they disappeared around a corner.

James stared down the hall and wondered what he was getting himself into. Death he could handle. He'd worked homicide back in LA with Miles. They saw bodies every day in varying stages of decay and with different kinds of injuries. But they never cried or complained. He was used to working in a relatively quiet environment for the most part compared to what he was beginning to realize a hospital sounded like. The sounds of people in pain had never been something he liked to listen to. A baby began to wail somewhere down the other side of the hallway and James hoped he'd get used to it quickly.

His thoughts were interrupted by a man coming down the hall. He was about the same height as James, but a little heavier. He clearly didn't work out like James did on occasion. His hair was dark with flecks of gray and was combed back into an Elvis-like style. He was in his mid to late fifties and wore the security uniform of the hospital – black pants and gray button up shirt complete with a shiny badge pinned on his chest. A hospital ID hung from the other breast pocket. Handcuffs, a radio, a flashlight, and keys were all situated on the belt around his waist. He smiled at James and stuck out his right hand which the other man promptly shook.

"James?" He asked and the man in question nodded.

"I'm Dan, the head of security. Miles says you'd be a great addition to the team. Let's head back to the office." He tipped his head in the direction he'd come from before leading James that way down the hall.

They went through the emergency waiting room and into the emergency room itself. James noticed a hospital ID was needed to swipe over a black box on the wall in order to get the doors to open.

The ER was busy. There were doctors and nurses everywhere. The longer two walls were filled with small rooms for patients. Desks and computers filled the middle of the room and were contained by counters that went all the way around, keeping prying eyes from medical charts and records.

Dan led James to the far end of the ER in the middle was a large door way that led to a long hallway. The rest was filled with more patient rooms. "Most of our incidents happen in here or in the psychiatric unit upstairs." Dan said.

James nodded. He'd heard stories from Miles.

"This way." Dan ushered him through an almost hidden set of doors to the left. They came to a sort of entryway. To go straight would take James through another set of doors and leave him outside in the ambulance bay. They turned left instead and came to a decent sized office filled with computer screens showing the views of each camera on the hospital's campus. There was a window overlooking the ambulances parked in the bay and the helicopter on its pad across the parking lot. Another window gave them a view of the entrance. A man sat at the desk watching the computer screens. He turned around quickly when Dan spoke.

"Mike, this is James." The two shook hands. Mike wore the same black and gray uniform and also seemed to be pushing sixty though his hair was nearly white. "Why don't you go for a walk?" Dan asked him.

"Nice to meet you." Mike said and then left.

Dan and James each took a seat and the interview began. "Based on your resume and what Miles has told me I think you'd do well here." The older man started. "But why do you want to do hospital security? Weren't you a detective in LA? I'm sure you'd have no problem getting on at Miami PD."

James knew the question was coming. Miles had gotten the same thing when he started at Miami Memorial nearly a year ago. The two had both been detectives, partners in LAPD homicide when Miles followed Brooke to Miami. She was a cop too and had a place in the city's department. When the relationship eventually ended Miles decided he liked Florida and wouldn't return to LA, but he didn't want to work alongside his ex. Security ended up being exactly what he wanted. It was a little more laid back at times, but he still got to put some of his academy training to use. He'd been trying to get James to join him ever since.

"I'm just trying to start over." James said. "New state. New city. New job. Miles seems to really like it here and it sounds like I would too."

Dan nodded. "There's not very many of us so there will be lots of opportunities for overtime. We patrol the grounds inside and out and watch the cameras. Most of our problems occur in the ER or psych unit, usually the patients who don't want to do what they're told. We carry cuffs, but no weapons. If you're alright with all of that I'd like to offer you the job."

James smiled. "I'll take it."