"Reinforce the lines!" The Chief barked out exiting the tech van. "This is far from over."

	The line of police shields, which had become loose after most of the remaining civilians were evacuated beyond the perimeter by PART and SAR police officers, snapped back into place.

	Teagan heard the commotion and tried to come out from under Regan's ministrations. She was held down by strong hands and a low menacing growl.

	"Where do you think you're going, Hayes?!?" Regan held tight as the older woman struggled to get free.

	Teagan twisted, winced as her battered shoulder zinged with pain, but still managed to square Regan with a steely gaze. "They need help at the line. They need bodies." The ex smokejumper knew the importance of building a good line to cordon of the fire.

	Regan's eyes softened. "Stand down, firefighter Heyes. You're injured. You're shoulder's in bad shape. It probably stood a good chance at healing, if you had rested it out but right now you'll be lucky if..." She was about to say Teagan would be lucky if she didn't get a nasty scar for her troubles. But at that moment she'd taken a good look at the woman's back as she was stripped down to her bra. An ocean of thick, old scar tissue covered most of Teagan's back.

	"Jesus!" Regan couldn't suppress a shocked mutter. Her fingers gently grazed the raised skin of their own accord.

	Teagan didn't move, allowing the contact. "I don' care if it leaves a scar." The firefighter stated simply. "I do care about people gettin' hurt when I can help." She turned slightly to look at the still a bit shell-shocked PART officer. "I need to help, Regan!"

	Regan read the sincerity in the older woman's voice and saw it burning bright in her green, green eyes. "I can see that. But you can't help right now, Teagan. You're hurt, you can barely move."

	"Shait!" The firefighter muttered.

	Regan almost didn't manage to contain her smile. Teagan's near pout and that accent were getting to her. She steeled her resolve. "Let me take care of you're shoulder. Than you can maybe join the Chief. With you're experience you should know about stopping fires from spreading. Perhaps you can help with unit placements."

	Teagan stared her for what seemed an eternity, before she hung her head in defeat and relented with a quiet "Okay". Regan hated seeing her like this, but she hate seeing the otherwise strong woman so hurt and almost frail, she realized with a start. She cleaned Teagan's shoulder as best she could and re-bandaged it.

	"You're good to go for now. But that shoulder's gonna need a serious looking later." She announced helping Teagan to put back her blood soaked dress shirt. "Put you're vest back on." She instructed, her voice a little bit strained.

	"Regan...?" The firefighter peered into troubled grey eyes questioningly.

	[i]Jesus, stop saying my name with that lovely Irish lilt![/i] Regan thought.

	"Corporal!" A shout came from somewhere and Regan snapped to attention. She quickly withdrew something from a pocket and pressed it into Teagan's palm.

	"Please, don't do anything stupid, Heyes!" She squeezed Teagans hand briefly and then let go. "I have to go!" And she sprinted to where the shout had originated.

	Teagan stood there for another minute staring bewildered the object Regan'd pressed into her palm. It was a business card, with her name printed on and her contact information bellow. An unexpected smile tugged at Teagan's lips. She took her borrowed vest. Strapped it on and strode towards Chief Thomas.