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Lucky night, Lucky guy, not so Lucky result.

That's all that Heidi Wilson can think of as she glares at the computer screen. She was chained to a desk because a stupid one night stand six months ago had left her pregnant. And to better those facts, she'd slept with an American sailor who was only in port for a short time and looking for a good night – which she'd provided to the considerable enjoyment and pleasure of both – and in return she'd been left with a permanant reminder of a man that she only knew as Lucky.

It had been her bloody luck that she had pulled what she swore was every potential morning sickness symptom known to woman. Throwing up? Check. Food dislikes? Check. Back pains? Check. Permanent tiredness? Check. Lack of balance? Check. Check. Check. It had been the throwing up and her sudden dislike for tomato that had clued her into the fact that she might be pregnant at first. Several home pregnancy test results later had confirmed her fears, and a doctor's appointment and phone call had cemented the rest of her life.

Hiding her pregnancy at work had gotten harder and harder as the weeks passed. She'd managed to give away most of the rescues involving heights and harnesses without raising any suspicions, but when she'd had to make excuses to get out of going up in the helicopter for a water save, she'd had several strange looks flying in her direction which she'd tried her best to ignore. She couldn't do the risky stuff, but she reasoned there was no reason why she couldn't do the MVA's and offer medical treatment at the various accident sites. She was also just as good as setting up equipment as she had ever been, and she wasn't going to stop now just because she was a few weeks pregnant.

She'd known the day was coming where she was no longer going to be able to hide the slowing growing basketball up her shirt, but she had managed to cover her weight gain with some well placed excuses and barbs. It was actually useful being known for a temper. People weren't so eager to push then.

She might have worked in the field for longer if it hadn't been for that badly-sprained-maybe-broken ankle just over two months ago when her foot had fallen several feet through loose earth and jarred against the hard earth below. She'd had to tell the ambos she was pregnant, and that had led to a series of events that now had her sitting here six months pregnant doing a bloody office job.

A group of teenagers with what was clearly the collective IQ level of a chicken, though that was an offence to the chicken, had decided to make a pledge to jump off as many tall 'things' they could in the space of 24 hours. They hadn't given them the courtesy of conducting those dares in one area, but at the very least, they had had the courtesy to upload their progress online, and so that was her job now: following their progress online and updating the Rescue team as they struggled to stop 'Mission High'. They hadn't even come up with a cool name she thought with disgust as she pushed back from the desk, spun her chair and stood up, placing a hand on her back as she stretched her muscles.

Her previous role in the team had never really been a frontline one (when compared to her four teammates), but at the moment she would take even the small job of doing the coffee run if that she could be out with them today. Even Vince and Michelle were both on location as the rest of the team were scattered around the bloody countryside mopping up after the idiots' mess. And here she was back at the station with a serious need to head to the toilet.

Thinking that she really needed to have a discussion with her unborn child about the need to press on her bladder every second hour, she finished her ablutions and cursed as she heard the phone ringing in the distance. What had the idiots done now?

Ridiculously winded by the time she made the short dash to the phone, she needed to take a moment to regain her breath as she listened to the male voice on the other end and realised that a different idiot had done something now – though it probably wasn't Amanda Sydney's fault that she had fallen through the safety barrier and off the edge of a cliff, where she was now dangerously stranded on a ledge between the carpark up top and the beach below.

Knowing the team had their hands full, she grabbed her jacket. At the very least she'd be able to provide some guidance and restrictions onsite until the team could spare someone to assist the woman. Rifling through Jordan's bag for his car keys, she adjusted her shirt as she started the car.

One of her ex-nurse housemates had some considerable sewing skills and had worked wonders with her standard Rescue top. So now instead of needing to wear a shirt that was several sizes too big and fit wrong – as their supplier didn't really stock maternity outfits – she had her specially modified shirt that fitted her perfectly – for now. There was nothing that could be done when she'd grown out of the Rescue pants a couple of weeks ago, so now she wore a pair of comfy blue stretch pants to work.

Arriving at the scene, she arose from her carseat with a little effort and headed over to the small group of people gathered near the edge of the cliff. A police officer approached her with a worried look. 'Rescue Special Ops? We've got a problem. The cliff face is unstable, and if we don't get someone down there now, that lady is going to be crushed.'

Right.

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