This is a 'what could've happened if Rachel had of got hit by a car'. Taken from Series 1 episode 6.
Please review! Hope its ok:D
Big thanks to Megan, who helped me with it :')
"£2.40 please love" the shop assistant said, passing Rachel her bag. Rachel handed over her change and grabbed the paper off the counter. She left the newsagents and began to walk across the high-street, fetching her phone out of her pocket. She saw Nick's name light up on the caller ID. She just grunted, cancelling the call. She had had enough of Nick at the minute. He was being his usual self. Maybe Janet was right, was he only trying to keep her sweet?
She didn't have much time to think about it. She didn't have much time to move out of the way. She didn't have much time to realise that a car was coming towards her at 30 miles an hour. She didn't have time to do anything. She just froze, seeing her life flash before her eyes as the metal crunched as she rolled up and over the bonnet. The car didn't stop. It careered in between the two barriers, and the driver got out. He was young, early twenties. He turned around to see what he had done, and after seeing the woman lying helplessly, not moving, he began to run. He sped of down the high street, not giving a backwards glance as to what he had done.
"Hello, love can you hear me? My names Natasha. Everything's going to be ok. I've phoned an ambulance ok? You're going to be fine." The woman began searching for Rachel's phone in her pockets, trying to find some ID. At this point Rachel was barely conscious. She couldn't move, and the woman seemed as though she was whispering. Rachel had no energy to say anything, so she just lay there, trying to stay awake. "I'm going to ring your friend Janet ok? Are you close with her? She's at the top of your contact list yeah?" Rachel tried to force a nod, but her head was killing and she could feel blood dripping down her neck.
The woman had turned Rachel over onto her back, and was checking for a pulse by the time the ambulance had arrived. She had slipped back into unconsciousness, and her pulse was very weak. There Rachel lay, in a pool of her own blood, not moving, her eyes closing tighter.
Following the ambulance there were several police cars and whilst the paramedics bundled Rachel onto a bed, wrapping temporary bandages around her lower left leg, right ankle, head and both wrists. They had put a neck support around her, stopping it was falling floppy. They needed to assess the damage more carefully.
A female officer was already on the phone to Janet, whilst several other officers and forensics were going over the car. Natasha had given her statement, and was now speaking to another officer about any other details she could give, that weren't quite needed in her statement, but could be vital to the case.
"Hello is this Janet?"
"Yes. Who's this?"
"Hello. I'm DC Smith; CID for Manchester Metropolitan Police. I believe you know Rachel Bailey?"
"Yes. What? Why? What's happened?"
"I'm sorry to say your friend has been involved in a road traffic accident. She is unconscious and barley breathing. She was hit by a car on the outskirts of Chadderton half an hour ago. She is on way to Royal Oldham now, I can't tell you much until you speak to the hospital, but she is in a critical condition."
"Oh my God. What…what happened officer?"
"We aren't sure yet, but a woman that phoned for the ambulance said it looked like a hit and run. The driver is unknown and nowhere to be seen, but hopefully once the car has been examined by the lab we will have a bit of a clue"
"Right, fine whatever. Thanks bye"
Janet hung up and grabbed her handbag, shouting up the stairs as she went. "Girls! Here now!" Elise and Taisie ran down the stairs, shoving each other as they came. "Look! Stop it! I need to go to the hospital. It's Rachel; she's been involved in an accident. I'm going to pick Gill up on the way, please be good and don't kill each other…" Janet trailed off as she realised…that's what someone had tried to do to Rachel. "…anyway. Be good! Please!"
She jumped into her car and phoned Gill on her hands free. "Gill, it is Janet. I've had a call from the hospital. Rachel's been hit by a car and its serious. Apparently hit and run. I'm going to head down there now, I'll pick you up on the way if you like, it doesn't sound good"
"Right ok cock, see you in 5." Gill slammed the phone down and leapt up. All these images of her young DC lying there helplessly were flashing through her mind. She tried to shake them to the back of her mind whilst she locked the front door but they came back stronger. She had never really got on that well with Rachel, she knew she was a good DC, but she spoke before thinking which more often than not landed her in trouble but she did care. She cared about all of her team, and it was her duty of care to look after them, whether that was in the office or in their own personal lives.
They made their way to the hospital, not speaking much along the way. "DCI Murray MIT. I'm here about Rachel Bailey" Gill said sharply, shoving her ID under the receptionist's nose. "Take a seat, someone will be along in a minute" the younger woman replied. "You don't understand. I'm a Chief Inspector! Can you tell me where she is? I have a right to know and I have a right to know NOW!" "Yes, well I'm sorry inspector…"
"Janine, drop it. DCI Murray, come this way" a voice from behind them spoke.
"I'm Dr Phillips. Your constables in a very serious condition. We have taken her down to theatre to repair any internal bleeding, and then we will make a start on her casts. She has taken a big bulk of the shock when the car hit, her lungs crushed against her organs, which was what was making it hard for her to breathe. She has broken her left arm in three places, and her right wrist is badly fractured, her ankle tissue has been ripped on the lower left leg, and she had a dislocated knee. We also suspect there to be some damage to her neck, but we are unsure of the full extent at the moment. Depending on how the surgery goes, she could end up in a coma, which is something we don't particularly want…she has been very lucky. She could've been killed instantly, she's very tough"
Janet just nodded, sitting down on the chair closest. She put her head in her hands and sighed. She knew this was going to be a long night. Gill sat down next to her, putting an arm around her shoulder. "She's going to be ok Jan, don't worry. We know Sherlock, she never gives up!" "I know, I know. I just want to catch whoever did this" Janet replied weakly. "So do I love, and we will. Once we get the lab results that little creep won't know what's hit him."
"Boss? We've had a report come through; hit and run. Young Brunette woman, early to mid-thirties. She is in hospital at the moment; apparently it's too big a case to have CID deal with. It sounds as if she was a target. The lab is currently analysing the results before they pass them onto us. I was just wondering what time you would be in today? Rachel's not here yet and neither is Janet, so I just wondered how far away you are…" Gill listened half-heartedly to Andy rattling on the other end of the phone. Tears were dripping down her face. The team had no idea, that the young woman they were describing was one of their own. That the young woman was hanging onto a life support about 3 feet from where Gill was sitting.
She took a deep breath and broke into Andy's sentence. "Andy. There's something you and the rest of the team need to know. Me and Janet aren't going to be in today, and we may only pop in tomorrow quickly. The girl…woman…you're talking about…it's…it's…" "Boss? Are you ok?" all Andy could hear was muffled sobs. "It was Rachel. It was Rachel who was hit. Its Rachel who's lying in intensive care, wires left, right and centre into her" Gill babbled. She let more tears come out. Janet was curled up on the two chairs next to her.
Gill managed to catch Andy's reaction. Even on the end of a phone she knew exactly what it was. "What's going on?" she heard Kevin say. Andy began to stumble with his words, saying anything that came into his mouth. "Andy! Andy listen to me, it's up to you and the rest of the team to solve this. I'll keep you updated but please try and treat it like a normal case. Tell the team; please stay clam though, for all of us Andy"
Gill hung up and let her phone slip out of her hand onto the floor. She clutched Rachel's hand and squeezed it, reassuring them both things would be ok. She closed her eyes again, trying not to imagine life without Sherlock. Yes she drove her up the wall and around the bend sometimes, but she was good, and one day she would be very good. She was a lot like Rachel in her younger days; a maverick, heads not screwed on properly, throws around information before picking up the nitty-gritty, but in the end manages to get the result they all hope for.
Back in the office Andy stood, staring at the floor. He had never really got on that well with Rachel, mostly because of Janet, but he still did care, as did everyone. "Um, that was um…Gill…Boss…Rach-…Rachel's the woman. In this. She's the one that got hit…um, Gill and Janet are…at the hospital now…um she…she's in intensive care… um, we need to…we need to sort this case out…for Rachel…make sure whoever did this gets justice…"
Andy could feel the tension in the office, it was silent. You could cut it with a knife; no-one had spoken unless they had to. Everyone was working; Kevin had got folders of paperwork, and was busy compiling a list to T.I.E. He never did much work, and spent more time doodling in his notebook, but this time he was focused. He had been more focused for the past half an hour than he had been for all his time at Gill's syndicate.
"Kevin we are going to take a break, go to the canteen, you coming?" Pete said, shuffling up behind him. "No thanks. I'm going stay here, try and sort this paperwork out" Kevin replied, not even looking up from his desk. Pete glanced between Mitch and Lee, who were looking at Kevin with puzzled looks on their faces. "I just want to find who did this" he added, picking up more paper.
"Fine, we'll bring you back a sandwich then" Andy said, tapping his back as they left the office. Kevin skimmed through the various witness accounts reading only the slight details until there was a call from Gill's office. He sprung up and ran to the office door and knocked it. he stood for a couple of seconds before realising that no-one was in there, so he burst in, diving across Gill's neat desk to reach the phone. "Hello?" he gasped, straggling across the desk. "Hi, I've got the lab results. Is someone able to come pick them up in the next hour?" a voice said from the other end.
Kevin let out an angry sigh, he was hoping it would have been the hospital or Gill, but on the other hand he knew that the lab results meant they would have more DNA links. "Hello? Are you still there?" the voice prompted. "Right, yes sorry. I shall be over there in half an hour. Thank you" Kevin grabbed a note pad from Gill's desk and scribbled a note; 'gone to lab. Results in. Kev'
He ran out of the office and jumped three or four steps at a time, before bursting through reception and into one of the cars. He had never actually been on his own before, he felt so grown up, but he realised how important it was to get this right. He sped off towards the lab, pushing the speed limit most the way.
The technician was waiting for him and as soon as Kevin flashed his ID the bag was handed to him. "Thanks. I'll get DCI Murray or DS Roper to call you later" he shouted behind him, running back outside. It was the quickest he had moved in ages. He was back in the office an hour later: Andy and the others weren't back yet, so Kevin had time to read through it.
'DNA results: Daniel Tippet; DNA traces on steering wheel. Circulated as wanted.
PNC results: car belonged to Kings Chambers '
As Kevin skipped the rest, he realised that the agency was familiar. He was racking his brain from where he had heard of it, he could picture the front of it. He had overheard Rachel, Gill and Janet discussing it once in the office, but he hadn't really been paying much attention…when was it? It was after the Georgios Stelikos case; when Gill gave Rachel a bollocking for telling Nick all that stuff…wait. That's Nick's agency! Since when do barristers have cars registered to them?!
Kevin shook his head and got back to reading the results…not quite piecing together what he had read…
Back at the hospital, Gill and Janet had taken it in turns to go for a walk. They were tired, stiff and grumpy, but they weren't going to leave her alone. The surgeons had managed to stop the bleeding, but until she was more stable, they couldn't examine her properly which meant they didn't know if she had any brain damage. It wasn't something they wanted to hear, but they had to remain strong.
The doctors had warned them that she could be on life support for days, and in the unlikely event that she didn't improve over the next few weeks, they would have to discuss turning off the machine. Janet pushed this to the back of her mind. She WAS going to get better but Janet couldn't help thinking the worst, it's what came with the job.
All the wires were like spaghetti junction. There were three going into her stomach, one in each wrist, pipes up her nose and down her sides, and her oxygen mask and drip where also stuck to her.
"Kevin's just text me. He said that he's worked something out, but he can't access the main files. I will need to go in tomorrow for half an hour, I think you should come to Janet. Change of scenery. The doc will let us know if there's any change. He promised…that reminds me, I need to look at her phone. I know she will kill us but there may be something" Gill said flatly, not moving her eyes off Rachel.
"I've a good mind to suspect bloody Savage" Janet said bitterly. "She should have told you. She's been dating him again. I told her that he was only seeing her so she wouldn't spill about his relationship with the juror, but you know Rachel. She was insistent that he wanted to marry her for her and not for the information but…" Janet trailed off as she saw Gill's face turn to stone.
"I swear if I bump into savage I'm going to kill him with my bare hands."