At the table, Gabrielle was finishing off her other slice of turkey bacon when Alex entered the room. She greeted the redhead with a nod that was meant to be [i]good morning[/i], but her mouth was full. Wiping her fingers on the napkin in her lap, the blonde woman got up to clean up the dishes. It was rare that there was a real chance to clean up the station, and Gabrielle had taken to tidying what she could whenever there wasn't a call. She moved into the kitchen with her plate and fork and tossed her napkin away before reaching the sink. Over her shoulder, she listened to Alex as she started the water and slid the dishes into the suds just as new training was announced. After the night Gabrielle had endured, the thought of running anywhere for five miles, and in forty minutes of less, was daunting.

The resounding groans were interrupted by dispatch coming in with a call for them and they had literally been saved by the bell. Obviously, the dishes were going to have to wait. Turning quickly to head for the garage with the rest of the team, Gabrielle clapped Sean on the shoulder. “You picked a good day to come back,” she joked.

In the garage, Gabrielle suited up and waited for Colin. “I'll drive,” she told him, jogging around the front of the ambulance to hop into the truck. They would be following the trucks, and Gabrielle waited for their rigs to pull out before taking off with Colin.

Getting a call was always exciting, and this was the type of thing that Gabrielle lived for. Even though she had been a paramedic for a while by then, a surge of adrenaline never failed to rush through her when that alarm went off. Helping people, making sure they were safe and on the way to the care they needed was almost as good as being nurse. Although that dream was long gone, Gabrielle liked to think she had finally made the right choice.