Well folks this this is the very last installment of Protect and Survive. I thank you all for your support and reviews.
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Another Day Another Life Saved
Braden sighed as loaded the new inventory into the back of the ambulance.
"All done?" his partner asked.
"Yeah were good for the rest of day," Braden said just as a call came in.
Braden and Tim jumped up and took off to the nursing home where a resident was having trouble breathing. After a simple breathing treatment the duo finished up and was heading back to the garage when another call came through.
"Domestic violence with possible injuries at 402 Oak Lane," came the dispatcher's voice.
Braden picked up the mike and said they were only 2 blocks away and would respond. They pulled up a minute later and grabbed all the gear and waited. Procedure dictated that they wait until the police were on the scene and all was secured. But as the seconds ticked by Braden was having a difficult time waiting it out.
"Dude the scene isn't secure, we can't go in yet," Tim said as a scream came from the small dwelling.
"I know," Braden conceded rocking on his heels looking in vain for cops.
"Philip will have your ass if you go in there," Tim said speaking of their boss knowing Braden well enough to know that the man was seriously considering going forward without help.
Braden grabbed his mike and requested the ETA for the police. "ETA of 2 minutes, hold your ground unit 3," the dispatcher said.
Braden looked up at the house and edged closer causing Tim to call out to him again. Braden looked like a 3 year old with a full bladder and nowhere to pee as he danced around the front yard. Finally Braden heard a woman begging for her life inside and he could take no more. He bolted to the front door and as he threw his shoulder into it he could hear Tim swearing and getting on the radio. The door popped open as the frame splintered. There was a man holding a knife to the throat of a woman who was already bleeding from a cut around her eye. The distraction of Braden's entrance made it extremely easy for the trained hunter to get the knife and knock the gentleman out with a right cross.
The woman looked up at her angel and turned and threw up. As soon as she finished Braden helped her up and rushed her out the door to the ambulance. As they neared the curb a police car came screeching up not believing what they were seeing.
"A man with a knife on the kitchen floor unconscious, I have the victim," Braden barked.
The officer's, guns drawn, ran off to the house while Braden sat the woman in the back of rig. "Let me take a look at you," he said brushing her hair back.
"You, you saved me," she stuttered.
"Shhh, let's just concentrate on your injuries right now. Tell me where he hurt you," Braden asked as he began his assessment.
Only with Braden's insistence did Maggie agree to go to the hospital and get checked out. Her ex-husband Rick was hauled off to jail for domestic violence and violating a restraining order. In the end the story was unfortunately typical.
"Can you tell us what happened ma'am?" Officer Jones asked pad in hand.
"Give her a damn minute Josh," Braden said as he cleaned out a cut on her head.
"No I'm okay, I can talk. Our divorce became final today and I should've known he would show up, but I thought I could handle it."
"How long have you had the restraining order?" the officer asked.
"A while he has always been violent but I finally had had enough and went through with what I should have years ago. I know he would have killed me if this guy hadn't come in when he did," she said indicating Braden. "I'm sure he was supposed to wait for back-up but I really think I'd be dead if he had," she said as tears began to fall.
"Just doing my job ma'am," Braden said humbly.
Both officers shook their heads knowing that Braden went above and beyond the call of duty and were very grateful that somehow he had managed not to be killed himself.
When it was over Maggie had head trauma from having her head slammed into the wall, a cut and bruise over her right eye and a very nasty gash on her neck, one that would've turned into the fatal wound had Braden not burst through the door.
"So how did you do it Winchester?" Josh asked.
"Got lucky, the distraction caught him off guard and my adrenaline took care of the rest. Look can we just let this all go, it was no big deal," Braden said as he shut the back door to the ambulance where Tim was sitting with Maggie.
"No can do superman besides it's already been all over the radio and I think you are going to have some explaining to do," the officer joked.
Braden drove to the hospital where the doctors decided to keep Maggie overnight for observation. Braden kept catching Tim looking at him on the drive back to the garage. "What?"
"Unbelievable man simply unbelievable."
"What did you want me to do?"
"What are you a superhero in your spare time?" Tim asked.
"Yeah as a matter of fact I am."
"I believe it."
Back at Mercy Ambulance Company Philip had steam coming out of his ears. He had quickly heard of the heroics of a paramedic from his company over the radio shortly after it happened and he didn't even have to guess as to who was responsible. When unit 3 rolled in Philip wasted no time in requesting Braden's presence.
"Mr. Winchester my office now!" he yelled out into the open bay.
"I have a feeling he was in that radio loop," Tim said his eyes big.
"Apparently," Braden agreed.
"Good luck man."
Braden made his way to his boss's office and sat down.
"Did I tell you to sit down?" he barked.
"No sir," Braden said standing back up as Philip began pulling down the blinds to give the two some privacy.
"What in the hell were you thinking going in there without the scene being secure? What if that fool had a gun instead of a knife and killed you as soon as your toe hit the floor?"
Braden remained quiet finding a spot on the wall to stare at. He had had his bumps in the road while working for Philip but there were minor infractions, but now he suddenly felt 10 years younger and having to explain himself to the principal or worse his father.
"Do you have an answer?" Philip demanded.
"No sir, I guess I was lucky."
"Do you have a gun and the training to break up this type of conflict?"
Braden's mind raced, yes he did have a gun, though admittedly not on him at the time, and pretty good training but he knew the answer he had to give. "No sir," he repeated.
"Then why in the hell did you not wait like policy demands?"
"I couldn't stand by while he was killing her."
"You didn't know what was going on in there you had no idea of the situation and if you ever pull a stunt like that again your last worry will be the violent offender. Am I clear?"
"Yes sir, crystal clear."
"I'm telling you right now, this will not happen again. If you weren't such a damn good paramedic you would be packing your stuff up right now. There is no way that I am ever going to be calling your wife and tell her that you have been injured or worse, on a call because you decided to hotdog it. And don't get me started on your father. You're outta here for the day; the overtime you worked last week should cover what you will lose today. I want you to come back tomorrow with the understanding that you are to follow the rules that everybody here is expected to follow and if you can't then go off and become a cop or batman. Now get out of my sight," Philip finished.
Braden sighed and headed to his locker to get his dirty shirts from the week. "What happened?" Tim asked intercepting him.
"I'm suspended the rest of the day and I have a feeling he will be riding my ass for a while but other than that I'm good."
"Going home then?"
"Yeah I guess."
"Well you might want to remember that Josh took the call and that he knows Morgan and where she works and that he has a bigger mouth than a nosy grandma," Tim said.
"Oh crap," Braden said seeing that it was lunch time and knew exactly where Officer Jones would be dining. He raced off and pulled in right next to the squad car he had left earlier. He knew Morgan had been filled in about his adventure and he knew she wouldn't be at all happy about it. He had barely gotten through the door when Morgan appeared in front of him from nowhere and began to slap him and hit him on the shoulders.
"What were you thinking? Huh, you could've been killed; it is not your job to disarm people. You save them you don't take weapons away," she screamed at him.
The patrons of the restaurant were like extended family to the Winchesters and knew how Braden was and how much the couple was in love and how much he meant to his family so they all felt the pain from both sides as Morgan commenced to beating Braden. After what seemed like an eternity Morgan wore down and Braden held her hands up and off his head. He pulled her close and held her tightly as the tension eased in the room.
"How could you do something so dangerous, we have children to think of you know," she said through her tears.
"I know honey, but compared to other things it wasn't a big deal," he said quietly.
"Yeah but you research those things and come prepared you weren't prepared," she countered.
"I'm sorry babe, don't worry Philip already ripped my ass and I'm losing an afternoon's pay. I have officially learned my lesson."
"Oh I don't think so, I am still pissed and you will pay dearly," she said.
"What else do you want from me? What are you going to do?"
"It's not what I am going to do it's what I have already done."
"And what would that be?"
"Told your father all about it," she said snidely.
Later as the night was winding down and Braden still hadn't heard from Dean so maybe his concern was all for nothing after all. "I don't want to go to bed," Allie whined.
"Too bad kid is past time, your brother is already long gone," Braden said scooping his daughter up and tossing her on her bed.
"Why is Mommy mad at you?" she asked.
"That is between me and Mommy," Braden said.
"You're not getting divorced are you?"
"Of course not, sometimes adults have disagreements just like kids, but we get past them so don't worry."
"What did you do?"
"None of your business now lights out and stay in bed or I won't be the only one in trouble around here," Braden said as he kissed Allison on her forehead and pulled the covers up to her chin.
"Okay Daddy," she giggled.
Braden couldn't help but smile as he shut the door behind him and made his way to the living room. But his smile soon vanished as he saw his dad standing there looking quite perturbed.
"I heard you had quite the day," Dean said arms crossed.
"Yeah I guess so, but even with everything I'm glad I did what I did. Let me put it this way I will sleep like a baby tonight but if she had been killed while stood around in the front yard I wouldn't be sleeping for some time."
"You are a Winchester that's for sure, but you are a Winchester with responsibilities and you can't forget that," Dean reminded.
"I haven't Dad."
"You are trained yes, but you weren't prepared and you of all people should know what could happen when you aren't ready," Dean said.
"I got it Dad I got it," Braden said.
"Here's that sander thing that you wanted," Morgan said bringing in a large wooden handle that held sandpaper. Braden had promised to sand and repaint Allie's dresser but still hadn't gotten it done yet.
"Got a project you plan to work on?" Braden asked.
"Yes I do," Dean answered as he took the heavy tool and slammed into Braden's rear end.
"Son of a bitch," Braden said through clenched teeth at the stinging blow. "Dad I'm 28 for Christ sake."
"Yes you are," Dean said calmly, "but don't ever forget you will always be my son and I never let anything slide. Have a good night guys," he said kissing Morgan on the cheek and smiling at Braden as he set the sander down.
"Did you set that up?" Braden asked Morgan.
"I had no idea that's what he wanted it for, I swear," she said trying not to giggle.
Allison slid back into her room not believing what she had just seen. She smiled but then realized she better watch herself in the future cause if her dad was still subject to being spanked then she had a long road ahead of her.
Later Morgan walked into the bedroom where Braden was lying on his stomach flipping through a magazine. She sat on the edge of the bed and leaned down to kiss her husband. "I'm sorry babe," she said with the hint of giggle on her lips.
"Oh yeah laugh it up dear, I'm 28 years old and my dad just beat my ass, unbelievable."
"It's cause he loves you," Morgan countered as she pulled the sheet back and peeked beneath Braden's boxers. "Damn baby, that packed quite a wallop."
"Thanks I was aware of that at the time," Braden volleyed. "How about you kiss it and make it all better."
"Hmmm, how about I kiss you somewhere else and make it better."
"Deal," Braden said pulling Morgan towards him both dissolving into laughter.