Trauma Queen: A NCIS Fanfiction

Chapter One

I heard the first heartbeat at 80 mmHg. It disappeared at 46 mmHg. I sucked in a deep breath; my patient was going into shock. As if it were second nature I threw down all my equipment and began raising my patient's feet nine inches. Reaching into the BLS working cabinet, I pulled out a blanket and covered as much of the patient as I could. I silently cursed myself for telling my chief I could take a chest pain call myself. But, then again, how was I supposed to know he would go into shock.

"Step on it. He's going into shock," I yelled to my driver, who immediately blared the siren and sped up to what felt like a hundred miles an hour. 

I searched through my bag for an oxygen mask, throwing aside everything else. I sifted through cannulas and bandages until, finally, my hand swept a non-rebreather mask. After filling up the bag, I hooked it up to the O2 tank and snapped it onto the man's face. He couldn't have been more than fifty years old, but I never got to ask him because my patients just loved falling unresponsive whenever I got them in my rig. 

There was nothing else I could do for him on the ride, so i just sat next to him and held his hand, hoping he wouldn't die on me. In my years of being an Emergency Medical Technician, I had never had a patient die on me in the rig before, knock on wood. And I wasn't going to break that tradition now. 

"Washington ER, Washington ER this is American." I waited to hear back from the Emergency Room over the radio.

"This is Washington. Go ahead American," A woman's voice spoke back to me.

I sighed. "Good afternoon Washington this is American 8124. I'm coming in with a Fifty, five zero, year old male. Chief complaint is chest pain and patient is unresponsive. Patient has a BP of 80 on 46, thats eight zero on four six, a pulse of 124, and respirations of 24 weak and shallow. I am treating the patient for shock and we will be at your facility in approximately five minutes." I took a breath after repeating everything over the radio.

"Thank you American. We will have a crash team waiting for you at the door. Washington clear."

"Thank you Washington, 8124 clear." I hung the radio up and sat back down, holding onto my patient's hand again.

"We're almost at the hospital sir. Just keep breathing for me." I always talked to my patients even if they were unresponsive because sometimes people can still hear things.

We pulled into the hospital, lurching to a stop and I jumped out the back of the rig, pulling the stretcher right behind me. I felt someone come up beside me and put a gloved hand on the bottom of the stretcher. I turned and saw a young man, possibly in his late twenties, with a panicked look on his face. Clearly he was new to trauma medicine. 

We got him into a bed as soon as we walked in the hospital door and the room was already full with doctors and nurses. I walked over to the opposite side of the bed and grabbed the sheets from the stretcher, my driver grabbing from the other side.

"On my count. One. Two. Three." I pulled on the sheets and my partner guided from the other side and we moved the patient onto the hospital bed without any issues. "Can you go remake the stretcher Jon?" I smiled at my partner who nodded his head and moved his way out of the hospital room.

"What do you need from me?" I asked the nurse with a computer who was standing by the door.

"Name and date of birth," She said flatly, not even looking at me.

"I don't have either of that information, but if he has a wallet it'll be in there. He was at his house and he went unresponsive before I got him in the ambulance. I'm sorry." 

"Okay, thanks. You're all set to go." She rolled her eyes at me, clearly not happy with the information I couldn't provide.

Stepping out into the hallway, I was greeted by three people who looked to be my age, two men and a woman. They all looked extremely worried and I knew immediately they were federal agents based on the badges on their waistband.

"Excuse me, is he going to be all right?" One of the men asked, running a hand through his brown hair.

"You're going to have to talk to a doctor, I'm sorry." I smiled sympathetically at him.

He nodded. "Thanks anyway." He stuck his hand out. "Thank you for doing what you could for him."

I shook his outstretched hand. "Of course. I hope he is fully recovered shortly. Are you guys family?"

The girl shook her head. "No, we're his co-workers." She had an Israeli accent and I smiled as I was also Israeli. Both my parents served in the Israeli army back in the day.

"Well its nice that you all care so much about each other." I smiled, happy to know that medicine wasn't the only career in which people cared about one another.

"I never caught your name. I'm Anthony DiNozzo," the first man who spoke said with a charming smile.

"Naomi Cahn. Nice to meet you all, but I should get going. Again, I hope he recovers soon." I nodded to the three and made my way out to the ambulance where Jon had just finished putting the stretcher back in the rig.

"Good work Naomi, you probably saved that man's life." Jon smiled at me, giving me a pat on the back.

"Hey you were the one who got us to the hospital nice and fast!" I pushed him towards the front of the ambulance and walked around to the front, sliding into the passenger seat.

"Want to grab some coffee on the way back to the station?" Jon asked as I yawned.

"Of course. Got to feed that addiction of mine!"

As we pulled out of the hospital, I received a phone call from a private number. I shrugged, picking up and holding the phone to my ear. 

"Hello?" I asked, curiously.

"Hello my name is Jenny Shepard, may I speak with a Naomi Cahn?" Jenny Shepard said in a serious tone.

"This is Naomi, how can I help you?" I asked.

"I'm Director Shepard of the Naval Criminal investigative Services and I see that you have applied and interviewed with us here at NCIS. In reviewing your files, I would like to offer you a position here as a Field Agent. Would you be interested in this position?"

My heart skipped a beat. I had applied to NCIS over a year ago on a whim and I was so surprised to be getting a call back. It was always my dream to be a federal officer and I couldn't believe that the time was here. "Yes, most definitely! Thank you so much."

"Great! Are you able to come in tomorrow for an orientation and we can discuss everything about the job?"

I had to control my voice from going an octave higher from excitement. "Yes, absolutely. What time should I be there?" Tomorrow was my first day off from work in four days and going into a federal office wasn't the way I was expecting to spend my day.

"Nine thirty. I will send you an email with the job description and necessary paperwork, along with the address of our headquarters. I'm quite excited to officially meet you. I hear that you are an exceptional woman." I could hear the smile in her voice.

I blushed. "Thank you so much."

"I will see you tomorrow. Goodbye."

"Goodbye." I turned to Jon with the biggest smile on my face. "I'm going to be a federal agent!"

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A/N: hi! I'm super excited about this story and I can't wait for you all to read it! I'm actually an EMT so if you ever want to talk medical stuff message me! Don't give me any NCIS spoilers because I haven't finished the show yet, but if you ever wanna talk, hit me up! I promise i don't bite :)