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"How're we doin' foah three by three gauze?" En route to Fiji, the medical crew was doing a down and dirty inventory.
Dom rifled through the open box. "We've got a full box, and a partial one. I'd say it was half full."
Dianne frowned at her data pad. "Looks like we're gonna have t' use th' two by two instead. Ah think we have plenty o' that." She glanced over at Nikki. "Do we have all th' charts back?"
"Yes, we do," Nikki said from the monitoring station. "I'm just downloading the last two. The others are already wiped and ready to go."
"Ohh-kay," Dianne drawled. "Dom, would you an' Nikki please get th' patient beds wiped down and made up? We don't have much tahme, but Ah have a job t' do that won't wait."
"Sure, Doc," Dom replied. He followed Dianne from the surgery area to the medical cabin, picking up the stack of charts as he passed Nikki. "We'll get it done."
Dianne smiled slightly, gratitude in her expression, and she sighed. "Ah'll be back as soon as possible." Then she turned and walked into the control cab, closing the door firmly behind her.
"What's bothering her?" Nikki asked, frowning.
"I don't know for sure, but I think it had something to do with that conversation she had with the rep from Doctors Without Borders," Dom replied, looking at the door between the cabins. "She was drawling before it and she hasn't stopped since."
"Well, whatever it is, I hope she can put it aside soon," Nikki stated.
"I'm sure she can, Nik," Dom said calmly as he began to put the charts into their slots on the biobeds. "She's as professional as they come."
Dianne sat in the pilot's chair, looking at the panels in front of her and not really seeing them. Then she took her communicator out of her ear, reached over and opened up a private channel to the island.
"International Rescue CMO to Commander. Come in, Commander."
In the lounge, Jeff hung his towel around his neck and headed for his desk. He'd changed over to dry clothes, but didn't get a shower; that would come later when all was said and done. He frowned when he heard his wife's voice, the drawl heavy in it, and her formal manner of speech. ~What the hell is going on?
"International Rescue CMO to Commander. Come in Commander."
"IR Commander here," Jeff said, toggling a switch. He frowned more when he saw his wife's pale face. "Go ahead, Doc."
Dianne took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Ah regret t' inform you, Commander, that we have had a security breach."
Jeff's eyes widened, and he sat down suddenly. "A security breach? What kind of security breach?"
"Ah regret t' inform you, Commander, that Ah made a decision t' tell an outsahder about owah operations."
"What?" Jeff cried, incredulous. "Why?"
Dianne paused to gather her courage, and her words. "Ah had a meetin' with th' representative from Doctors Without Borders, a Dr. Andrew Carmichael. He wanted t' discuss how we mahte best help one another. Ah knew that Dr. Carmichael would recognize mah voice, so... instead of leavin' him guessin' an' allow him t' speculate aloud elsewheah, Ah revealed mah identity t' him... an' th' fact that owah family is behind International Rescue."
Jeff sat back fully in his chair. "Andrew? You met with Andrew?"
"Yes, suh. Ah did," Dianne said softly. "Ah didn't see how Ah could have avoided it. An' Ah had mah reasons foah tellin' him. Reasons above an' beyond his recognition of me and mah voice."
"Reasons I hope you will share with me when you return," Jeff said coldly. He shook his head, his face stern. "I can't believe you did this, Di... Doctor, especially after the fiasco in London. Be assured that we will discuss this as soon as you get back to base."
"Ah unnerstand, suh," Dianne replied, lifting her chin a bit, her voice level.
"Is there anything else?"
"No suh, there is not."
"I will see you later. Base out."
He closed communication, and huffed out a breath of air. "What the hell does she think she's doing?" he asked himself. He slammed a hand down on the desk top. "Damn! We do not need this!"
When communications winked out, Dianne sagged a bit, closing her eyes against the sting of tears. Then she sat up straight, wiped her eyes, and breathed deeply for a bit. There was a hesitant knock on the door, and she rose, opening the door.
"Are you all right?" Nikki asked. "Virgil says that we're landing at Fiji momentarily."
"Ah will be fahne," Dianne replied, sitting back down in the pilot's seat and buckling in. Nikki took the seat on her left, while Dom sat down at her right, fastening safety straps.
Dianne put her communicator in her ear again just in time to hear Virgil say, "Landing at Fiji in two minutes, Thunderbird Seven. Are you ready back there?"
"We are ready," she replied crisply, as she prepared Thunderbird Seven for another mission of mercy.
rewritten and posted by Tikatu
  
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