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After realizing that calling the Tracys so early for her, would mean a late night call for them, Heather spent the day calling family and getting her insurance claim started. Finally, she felt she had put off her most important call long enough. "It's now or never. No guts, no glory!" Tapping the phone number into the communications remote, she heard a ring.
In the hospital, Jeff and Scott sat in the waiting room, waiting for Dom and Angel to discharged, while Dianne had been sent back down for more scans. At that moment, a call came through to Jeff's cellphone. He took it from his pocket, glad for the new uniform that had pockets, and flipped it open. "Regis Hotel..." he muttered. "Wichita... don't know anyone at the Regis."
At that moment, the door opened, and Drew poked his head in. "We're back."
Jeff glanced over at Scott and held out the ringing phone. "Here, you take it."
Scott sighed. "Yes, sir." He took the phone, and Jeff quickly left with Drew. Scott locked the door behind him, made sure the curtains were drawn, and removed his hat, visor, and jacket. He was glad he had opted for a t-shirt; there was no logo on the collar to give his real job away. He sighed again, ran a hand through his hair, and pushed a button on the phone. "Scott Tracy here."
"Hi Scott. This is Heather. Is your father there?"
Scott glanced over at the locked door, and internally shook his head. He returned to smile at Heather. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to do, Heather. My father's kind of... occupied."
The slight tightness in Scott's voice told Heather that he was under some stress. Something's wrong. "Hi Scott. I won't keep you. I just wanted to let Jeff know I am accepting his offer."
Scott smiled, the first genuine smile he'd had... well, it felt like ages. "That's terrific, Heather! I'm really glad you're coming aboard. When would you want to come out?"
He heard her laughing in the background. "Well, I'm thinking in a week. I have some shopping I need to do. I'll need to get clothes, luggage--the works. Do you recommend anything for tropical weather?" she asked.
He smiled again. "Well, things aren't too terribly tropical just yet. Light clothes in light colors are always good."
"Okay. I could fly myself out there in about seven days. Or maybe give it seven days, plus the flying time."
Nodding, Scott replied, "Sounds good. Do you want a co-pilot? Someone who actually knows how to get there?"
"Yes, that would be nice. When and where? You know we could make plans later in the week. I know you've had your hands full with 'business'," she offered.
He thought for a moment. "Let me get back to you on that. At the moment, we're flying back and forth from home to Los Angeles, but we should have someone heading out to Wichita in a few days. I'll see who's available. Can I reach you at home?"
Heather found herself biting her lip. The image of her home whole and intact, came to mind again. "You can call me at the Regis Hotel. I'm in suite 15B," she answered.
"All right," Scott said, committing the room number to memory. He wanted to know why this gal was staying in a hotel, but didn't want to intrude on her privacy. Maybe Dad or I can find out with a call to her supervisor. We'll need to confirm her "transfer" anyway. "I'll give you a call, say Thursday?"
"I'll be looking forward to it." she answered. "Scott, how are things?" she suddenly asked.
Scott paused, gathering his thoughts. He moistened his lower lip with his tongue, then gave Heather a lopsided smile. "Rough, Heather. My stepmother's in the hospital, as are two of the family nurses. The nurses should be released today, but we're not sure how long Mom will be here." He stopped and sighed. "On top of that, our family homestead was destroyed by the tornadoes. I mean, it wasn't like we were living there full-time or anything, but it was still full of memories - lots of good memories."
"I'm so sorry, Scott. Is there--anything--I can do?" Knowing there really wasn't anything she could do, she was glad to have offered anyway.
He shook his head. "No, not really. We'll be out to sort through things in a couple of days. Just keep Mom in your thoughts, okay?"
"I will, and you as well. I get the feeling you put your share of work in yesterday."
"You got that right," he said wryly. He glanced at his watch. "I'd better go and see if the nurses are ready for discharge yet. I'll talk to you on Thursday. Regis Hotel, suite 15B."
"Goodbye, Scott," she said.
"Bye, Heather."
After he hung up, she sat and analyzed what he'd said as she looked out the window at the sky. "Funny. His face lit right up when I called. The pressure must be enormous!"
As he closed the phone, he smiled. Best news I've had all day, and maybe news that'll make Dad smile as well. Now, if Dom and Nikki are ready to go home, that'll be a load off my mind!
--decision finalized by AmandaTracy and Tikatu, posted 10/19/2006
  
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