The Dawn of a New Life
by
Louisa Martin stood in the middle of the dress shop, looking around in dismay at the array of gowns surrounding her. She turned to her adoptive mother, Maria Lopez , and sighed.
" Mami , how in the world am I going to choose? All these dresses are so beautiful!"
Maria Lopez smiled. "Don't you want to look beautiful for your groom?" she teased, her brown eyes sparkling with amusement. "Just take your time and choose the one you like the most."
Louisa rolled her eyes and went over to a huge rack filled with white gowns in all styles. She started looking at the dresses, each more elaborate than the one before. Finally, near the end of the long rack, the young woman pulled out a satin gown with lacy sleeves and wide ruffles adorning the skirt.. "What do you think of this one, Mami ?" she asked her mother, holding up the dress.
Maria smiled. "It's lovely, sweetheart. Why don't you go try it on?"
Louisa went back to the dressing room and pulled the gown over her head. With the saleslady's help, she arranged the skirt and went back to show her mother the dress.
Maria gasped when she saw her daughter. Louisa resembled a Southern belle. She nodded, her face lit up with admiration. "You look absolutely gorgeous," she said.
Louisa frowned and looked down at the ruffled skirt. "I don't know. It's pretty fussy. All those hooks in the back will be a pain to fasten," she grumbled. "And I'm not sure I can walk in this skirt. It's wider than the door!"
Joanne Desoto , Louisa 's best friend and her matron of honor, approached. Seeing Louisa in the frilly dress, the petite brunette hid a smile behind her hand. " Louisa , I don't think that's quite the look you were going for, was it?" the woman chuckled. "You look like Scarlett O'Hara ."
Louisa looked in the mirror and burst out laughing. "Well, my stars, Miss Joanne ," she giggled, adopting a Southern accent. "How do you think Hank would look dressed as Rhett Butler ?" she teased. Joanne and Maria laughed at her antics. Louisa paused. "You're right, Joanne ," she added, dropping the accent. "Something a little simpler might be a better choice." She turned and made her way back to the dressing room and emerged a few minutes later, wearing nothing but her slip.
The saleslady rolled her eyes in annoyance. The three women had been in her shop for almost three hours and were no closer to making a choice than they had when they came in. In desperation, she showed the bride-to-be a simple, white satin gown with tapering lace sleeves and a sweetheart neckline. "How about this, Miss Martin ?" she said, an edge of exasperation in her voice.
Louisa raised an eyebrow at the woman's tone, but gasped in delight when she saw the dress. "This is perfect !" she exclaimed with a broad smile. "Not too fussy, classic lines, and it looks easy to get in, and out, of. Hank should like that!" she giggled, causing Maria and Joanne to laugh. She took the dress and went into the dressing room.
Five minutes later, Louisa returned, wearing the chosen gown.
Maria admired her daughter and smiled mistily. "I wish your Papi was here to see you in this dress, Louisa . He would be so proud."
Louisa returned her mother's smile. "I'm sure he's watching right now, and bragging how beautiful I am," she laughed. "Okay, we've chosen the dress; now we need a veil and shoes."
"Not to mention dresses for Joanne and Jennifer ," reminded Maria .
"I've already picked them out," grinned Louisa . "They will both be wearing pink, Mami ."
Maria smiled. "Sounds like you're way ahead of me, hija . While you were looking, I chose my dress as well. It's lilac-colored with white flowers embroidered on the neck and sleeves." The Latino woman held up the dress she had chosen.
"You'll look gorgeous in that, Mami ," sighed Louisa . "I'm just glad the men will be wearing their dress uniforms. You should have seen the look on Hank's face when I mentioned top hats and tails," she giggled.
Joanne joined the young woman in her giggles. "You should have seen Roy 's face! He turned about three shades of green!" she gasped breathlessly.
An hour later the women left the shop loaded down with their purchases. Luckily, the wedding gown Louisa had chosen fit her perfectly, so alterations weren't necessary. They had decided to take a break from their shopping when Louisa spotted a lingerie shop in the distance. Winking at Joanne , she said, "I'll be right back. I have one more stop to make." Saying that, she headed for the shop and disappeared inside.
Maria 's eyes widened when she saw the store her daughter has chosen. Turning to Joanne , who was having a very hard time keeping a straight face, she gasped, "Now what is that crazy child of mine up to?"
Joanne could contain her laughter no longer. " Louisa said she wanted to get something that would 'knock Hank's socks off' for their honeymoon," she gasped between giggles.
Before Maria could answer, Louisa returned, a wicked grin plastered across her face. "Would you like to see what I bought, Mami ?" she teased, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
"No, dear, I would not. The contents of that bag is between your and your future husband."
Louisa chuckled. "Aw, come on. It's not like I chose something slutty. Just…...revealing," she said, raising an eyebrow suggestively.
"Spare me the details, young lady," muttered the Latino woman, causing the two younger woman to giggle.
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Across town, Hank Stanley and Roy Desoto weren't having as good a time as their ladies. Both men had gained weight since the last time they had worn their dress uniforms and were grumpily being subjected to having their clothes altered to accommodate the extra inches.
"Wonder how the women are faring, Roy ," grumbled Hank, wincing as the seamstress jabbed a pin into his hip. "Careful, lady. That was me you just bayoneted."
"Trust me, Cap. All this will be worth it when you see Louisa walk down the aisle to you," returned Roy with a smile.
"Yeah, Cap. Once you see your bride, you'll forget all about being poked and prodded," put in John Gage , who was standing with the rest of his crewmates, unsuccessfully hiding a smirk at the men's discomfort.
"And what would you know about that, Gage? You've never been married," needled Chet Kelly .
"Neither have you, Kelly . And considering how much you date, you'll never even get a girl to marry you, unless you went to the local animal shelter."
The two men continued their bickering until Hank growled, "Will you two twits please shut up? This isn't a day-care, gentlemen. Remember that we're in public."
The seamstress hid an amused smile as she stood up. "All right, gentlemen. I'm finished. You can get out of those uniforms now. You can pick them up in three days. They should be ready by then."
Hank and Roy did as instructed, and leaving their uniforms in the woman's capable hands, left the tailor shop, followed by the rest of the crew.
"Have you and Louisa decided where you'll be spending your honeymoon yet, Cap?" asked Mike Stoker .
"We're going to Montana , to stay on the Johnson 's ranch," replied Hank. " Louisa wanted me to see it for myself."
"Sounds like fun, Cap," grinned Johnny . You have been riding before, haven't you?" he added skeptically.
"I doubt Cap will have the time to do the kind of riding you're talking about, Gage," put in Chet, causing the Captain to blush.
"Shut up, Kelly , or you'll be cleaning that latrine for the rest of your life, once I get back," growled Hank with a evil gleam in his eyes.
"Sorry, Cap," mumbled Chet, to the delight of his crewmates. "I didn't mean anything."
Marco frowned at his friend. "Chet, remember that you're talking about my sister as well, amigo . She might take offense to what you're trying to say. If she hears you talking like that, she might just unleash her prankster side on you!"
Chet paused, considering the consequences. "Point taken, Marco . I'll shut up."
"That'll be a first," chuckled Johnny .
"Shut up, Gage!"
"Why don't you both shut up?!" shouted the Captain, effectively ending the argument. "What a bunch of twits," he muttered under his breath. "What's next? A food fight at the reception?" Seeing Chet's sheepish look, he grumbled, "Don't even think about it, Kelly ."
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That evening, Hank and Louisa finally found a quiet moment alone. They settled down onto the sofa to relax and talk.
"So, soon-to-be Mrs. Stanley ," teased Hank, kissing Louisa 's temple, "did you find your dress?"
"I sure did, and something else that might interest you," she chuckled, winking at him cheekily.
"And what might that be?" questioned Hank. "Let me guess. You bought handcuffs and muzzles for Gage and Kelly ?"
Louisa burst out laughing. "No, but that might be a good idea. You'll just have to be patient. But trust me, it'll blow your mind."
Hank paused, deep in thought. "Let's see here. Is it animal, vegetable, or mineral?" he guessed.
"None of that, Hank. You'll see it when you see it." Changing the subject, she asked, "What did Headquarters say when you told them we wanted to hold the ceremony at the Station?"
"They said it was fine, honey. I also asked them about using the engine as our transportation to the reception. Once McConikee and Chief Houts stopped laughing, they agreed." He grinned. "McConikee said he would not miss the spectacle of us riding on the back of Big Red for all the tea in China ."
"Come on, sweetheart. It's not like I'm planning on wearing turn-outs and a helmet for the ride. But I guess it would be pretty hard to ignore seeing a woman in a wedding gown riding on the back of a fire engine," she giggled.
Shifting position, the young woman planted a kiss on her groom. "I asked Johnny to take the pictures for us. I've seen some of his photographs, and they're really good. He said that he was happy to do it."
"That's great, honey. What about the reception?"
"All taken care of. Since we're on a limited budget, Mami, Joanne , and Joanne 's mother agreed to take care of the food. Plus, I ordered the cake, so that's all set. Now all I have to do is decide on the flowers." She poked the Captain in the chest. "All you and the rest of that motley crew of yours have to do is show up. And you better be on time, Captain."
Hank grinned. "Don't worry, sweetheart. Not matter how late my bachelor party runs, we'll all be there at the appointed time."
Louisa quirked an eyebrow. "Bachelor party? Guess that means I can have a bachelorette party then, huh? Dixie asked me if I wanted one," she chuckled. "She said just might invite that cute orderly to be the 'entertainment' for the evening."
"Just as long as you make it to the church on time. I told Kelly not to go overboard with the party, but you know him."
"Chet is in charge? I better have a talk with him then. Marco told me all about the last bachelor party Chet hosted. I'll spare you the details, but it sounded pretty wild."
Hank laughed. "I know, honey. I was there. I'll rein in Chet. Trust me."
"You better, hose jockey. I plan to make you dance at our reception. You can't do that if you're hung over."
"It's a good thing I love you so much, cowgirl. Otherwise, no one would get me to dance."
"Famous last words, Hank. Famous last words," answered Louisa with a smile.
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As her wedding day drew near, Louisa was up to her armpits in numerous small details. With her mother's help, she had finally settled on the flowers. It was decided that the bride would carry a mixed bouquet of white roses and carnations. Joanne, her matron of honor would carry pink roses to match her dress, as would Jennifer Desoto, Roy and Joanne's six-year-old daughter, who was to be their flower girl. Louisa smiled as she remembered Jennifer 's excitement when she had seen her dress. Jennifer 's older brother, Chris , who was chosen to be ring-bearer, hadn't been as enthusiastic about dressing up. But the young boy's attitude had improved when Louisa had asked him to save her a dance at the reception.
Sighing loudly, the young bride-to-be turned her attention to the invitations spread out across the dining room table. Hank had given her a list of people that he wanted at the ceremony and reception, and it was a long one. "It's a good thing the food and the cake are taken care of," she muttered under her breath. "But how are we going to fit all these people in the station?"
"Talking to yourself, huh? That's not a good sign," interrupted a teasing voice. Louisa jumped, and turned to see John Gage smiling at her through the screen door.
"Hi, Johnny . Come on in. Hank is out back mowing the lawn."
The dark-haired paramedic grinned. "I didn't come to se Cap. I came to see you about the wedding pictures," he replied. Seeing the piles of invitations, he asked, "Having trouble?"
"No, not trouble. It's just so time-consuming. I can't believe, that in less than a month, I'll be Mrs. Hank Stanley ," she grinned.
Johnny laughed. "You want me to pinch you so that you know it's real?" he teased.
No, thanks. But there is something you can do for me."
"Just name it, and it's yours, pretty lady."
Hank Stanley entered the house just then. "Gage, are you flirting with my bride?" he chuckled. "Careful, pal. She's mine."
"Aw, you get all the breaks, Cap," returned Johnny , his eyes twinkling merrily.
"Hush, Hank. I'm trying to ask him for a favor. Johnny , please keep a close eye on Chet during the reception? I have a feeling that he might get the idea to pull a few pranks."
"If he does, he's going to be on a first-name basis with every tile in the latrine," growled Hank with a frown.
"Don't worry, Louisa . Chet wouldn't dare do anything foolish, not on your wedding day," answered Johnny .
"Just make sure he doesn't. Or he'll be getting a visit from the Montana Prankster, if he lives long enough to tell the tale."
The men laughed. " Marco told me about some of the pranks you pulled in high school, Louisa ," replied Johnny . "Chet wouldn't know what hit him if you decided to retaliate."
"Did he tell you about the jack-in-the-box in the duffel bag trick?" asked Louisa , giggling.
Gage laughed. "Yeah, that was the one. But why the vice-principal?"
"I'll never tell," grinned the young woman. "Just like Hank won't tell me why be burned McConikee's hat." She paused, tapping her chin with a finger. "Wonder how Chet would like to meet my 'friend in the box'?" she teased, arching a brow.
The trio burst out laughing, only to be interrupted by the ringing of the telephone. Hank answered, then handed the receiver to Louisa . "It's your Mother, honey. Something about a veil."
"Thanks, honey. Hi, Mami What's going on? Uh huh. She did? That's great. No, I'll take care of it. Thanks for letting me know. Bye." She hung up and turned to the men. "My veil is finally ready. Only took them two weeks. Now, you said you wanted to ask me about the pictures, John ?"
Hank smiled as Louisa and John discussed camera angles and lighting. He sighed happily and left the room, intent on getting cleaned up. As the lanky Captain climbed the stairs, his bride-to-be's joyous laughter rang out behind him.
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At the same moment, across town, another man was plotting. Even though he was locked up and facing a very long prison term, Tom Parker hadn't forgotten his original plans. His first attempt to get revenge on his former girlfriend had been thwarted. Some nosy kid had seen him dumping the van, and had squealed to the cops. "I'll be paying you back, too, kid. You won't even see it coming, either," muttered Parker, drawing his cell-mate's curious stare.
Parker was safely locked in the Los Angeles County Jail, awaiting trial for kidnapping Louisa Martin two months earlier. As a favor to Hank and Louisa , Chief McConikee had pulled a few strings to get Parker's trial moved up. "Just you wait, Louisa. I'll pay you back for what you did, you bitch. I swear to God, you'll never be happy again, not if I have anything to say about."
A uniformed officer approached the cell. "Parker!" he shouted. "Get off you butt. Your lawyer's here to see you."
Tom dragged himself of the hard, iron-framed cot. He followed the officer down the hall to a small room. Michael Sullivan , his defense attorney was seated at the lone table, an open briefcase in front of him. The man rose to greet his client.
"Hello, Tom ," he said. "Let's go over a few things before your trial tomorrow." He pulled a pile of papers from the case.
"You planning on getting me off, man? I still have a few scores to settle with Miss High-and-Mighty Martin and her family."
Sullivan frowned. " Tom , if I've going to have any chance of doing that, you have to stop making statements like that." He sighed. "We've drawn Judge Timothy Carver . That man can be extremely vindictive if he's annoyed. He's going to see right through you if you keep it up."
"What do I care?" grumbled Parker. "As far as I'm concerned, as soon as I get out, Louisa and that fireman she's shacked up with are dead meat."
The attorney closed his briefcase with a bang. "I can see that I'm just wasting my time. I'll see you in court, Tom ." Standing up, the man walked over to door and left.
"Come on, Parker. Back to your cell."
"And the luxurious accommodations, no doubt," muttered Parker sarcastically.
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The following morning, the courtroom was filled to capacity. The entire crew of Station 51's A-shift was there to lend Louisa their support. Captain Hank Stanley was particularly on edge. The lanky man prayed that Parker would be sentenced to a very long prison term, removing the man from their lives for good. Louisa had spoken to the District Attorney prosecuting Parker's case a few days earlier and had come home extremely upset. When Hank asked her about it, she had refused to talk about it, fleeing the room in tears. While she was anxious to have Tom out of her life, just the thought of facing her kidnapper in court terrified her.
The faint rattle of chains preceded Tom Parker 's entrance into the courtroom. The crew, seeing the man in person for the very first time, couldn't take their eyes off him. Hank felt his men tense up beside him, ready to hold him back if he gave into emotion and attacked the man.
"Look at him," whispered Mike Stoker , A-shift's very capable engineer. "Smiling like he doesn't have a care in the world."
"That smile will be wiped off that bastard's face soon enough, Mike ," answered Marco Lopez , Louisa 's adopted brother. "Once the jury hears my sister's testimony, he'll be spending the rest of his pathetic life in jail."
Just then, the Judge entered the room. The low background hum of conversation died, replaced by nervous silence.
"This court is now in session," intoned the bailiff. "The Honorable Judge Timothy Carver presiding in the case of the People of the State of California versus Thomas Richard Parker ."
The Judge looked out over the courtroom, his steely gaze finally settling on Tom Parker . Clearing his throat, he said, " Thomas Richard Parker , you have been charged with kidnapping Louisa Nicole Martin , on July 17 of this year. How do you plead?"
"Not guilty, Your Honor," replied Parker, a faint sneer twisting his lips.
Addressing the D.A., the Judge asked, " Mr. Hendrix , are you ready to proceed?"
"I am, Your Honor," answered the man.
"Call your first witness."
"The People call Louisa Nicole Martin ."
Louisa rose and slowly made her way to the bench. As she crossed the courtroom, the young woman was acutely aware of Tom Parker 's eyes watching her every move. After she was sworn in, the D. A. began his questioning.
" Miss Martin , could you give the Court some background? How did you meet the defendant, Thomas Parker?"
"We met when he was hired to work on the ranch where I was employed in Lame Deer, Montana ," she answered, her voice trembling slightly.
"How long ago was that?"
"About 4 years ago."
As the District Attorney continued his questioning, Hank watched Parker. The man's hands were clenched into fists and his face was tight with anger, his eyes never leaving Louisa 's face.
Marco Lopez , seated on his Captain's right, carefully watched the jury for any reaction. As his sister related how Parker had rear-ended her car and then dragged her out of the smashed vehicle, the Latino man saw shock and disgust register on their faces. Those expressions deepened when Louisa told the court how Parker had taken her into the abandoned warehouse.
" Miss Martin , I know this is very difficult for you, but can you identify the person who allegedly kidnapped you?"
"Yes, sir," returned Louisa . Raising a faintly shaking hand, she pointed a finger directly at Tom Parker . "That's him. Thomas Parker ."
" Miss Martin , please tell the court what happened after you were taken into the warehouse.
Louisa swallowed hard, steeling herself against frightening memories. " Tom told me that the time had come for him to pay me back for sending him to prison. He kicked me in the ribs, very hard, and then left, locking the door behind him. After Tom was gone, I tried to find a way out. Needless to say, it was very difficult, considering my hands were cuffed. I didn't have any luck, so I decided to just wait until he came back."
"And did Mr. Parker return?" questioned Hendrix gently.
"No, sir. A police officer and two Los Angeles County paramedics did instead."
Miss Martin , how did you react to the men that found you?"
"I was terrified. When I heard voices, I thought that Tom , um, Mr. Parker , had returned. I tried to get away from them, and ended up punching one of the paramedics in the jaw in the process. I'm just glad he was able to forgive me for hitting him." She giggled sheepishly, adding her voice to the scattered chuckles echoing around the courtroom.
"Thank you, Miss Martin . No further questions, Your Honor."
" Mr. Sullivan , do you want to cross examine this witness?"
"I certainly do, Your Honor," answered Sullivan , rising to his feet.
" Miss Martin , how can you be sure that it was my client who allegedly abducted you? According to your medical records, which I have here," he said, holding up a manila file folder, "you had a concussion, did you not? A concussion can cause confusion, isn't that true?"
"Yes, it's true, but I had a very close-up look at Mr. Parker 's face."
Sullivan smiled condescendingly. " Miss Martin , isn't it true that you crashed your car your way to work and invented this story to cover it up?"
"What?!" exclaimed Louisa . "I suppose next you'll tell me that I locked myself in that warehouse and beat myself up!" she retorted sarcastically, her temper fraying.
"Objection, Your Honor!" shouted Hendrix . "Badgering the witness."
"Sustained. Make your point, Mr. Sullivan ."
Sullivan smirked. "I think I made my point, Your Honor. No further questions."
"You may step down, Miss Martin ," said the Judge.
Louisa stepped down, her hands shaking. As Hendrix called his next witness, she exited the courtroom, followed closely by Hank.
"Honey, are you all right?" he asked, wrapping an arm around the young woman's shoulders.
"I'm fine, Hank. I'm just a little shaken up. If looks could kill, I'd be six feet under right now."
"It'll all be over, soon, sweetheart. Then we can concentrate on our wedding."
Louisa smiled. "I just hope the people on the jury believed me. Some of them were pretty hard to judge."
"They will. Parker won't get away with what he did."
The trial lasted for two long weeks. Several people, including Parker's probation officer and Louisa 's former employers, Phillip and Dorothy Johnson , testified. When Buck Red Deer had taken the stand, Tom had fixed his gaze upon the Native American man, raw hatred burning in his eyes. His expression hadn't changed a bit when Buck had told the court about his altercation with Parker and what had happened afterwards.
On the last day of the trial, Louisa sat surrounded by her fiancé, her family, and friends. The closing arguments had been made and the Judge was instructing the jury as to their duties. The five-man, seven-woman jury left the courtroom and entered the small room down the hall where they would decide whether Tom Parker was guilty or innocent.
"Now we wait," sighed Louisa , getting to her feet. "Who knows how long it will take them to make up their minds?" she said.
Paul Hendrix , the District Attorney approached. "Don't worry, Miss Martin . We've built a very strong case. Parker will get what he deserves."
"I certainly hope you're right, Mr. Hendrix ," answered Captain Stanley .
Hank steered Louisa out of the courtroom and drove home. The young woman was silent the entire time, causing Hank to look at her with concern in his eyes.
"You okay?" he asked.
"Yeah. I just want this whole mess over and done with," replied Louisa .
"It will be, honey, as soon as the jury convicts that scum for what he did to you. He'll be going to prison for a very long time."
"Good. He belongs there, at least until he goes to Hell. But even that might be too good for him."
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Five days later, Louisa and her supporters were back in court. The jury had reached a verdict and the young woman sat tensely as she awaited their decision.
After the Judge had called the room to order, the jury foreman rose to his feet. "In the case of the People of the State of California versus Thomas Richard Parker , we find the defendant guilty of all charges." The courtroom erupted in muted cheers. Louisa leaned back against her seat, relief showing clearly on her face.
"Will the defendant please rise?" intoned Judge Carver . " Thomas Richard Parker , for the crime of kidnapping in the first degree, I hereby sentence you to 25 years to life. You will be serving out your sentence in San Quentin Penitentiary. Do you have anything to say?"
Parker stood frozen, his face grey with shock and disbelief. "Um, no, Your Honor." He turned to stare at Louisa , his eyes blazing with anger.
"Bailiff, take Mr. Parker into custody. This court is now in recess."
Louisa , followed by her family and friends, walked out of the courtroom. The young woman was eerily silent until the group reached the parking lot. When they reached their cars, she let out a whoop of sheer delight. "Rot in Hell, you bastard!" she shouted, startling the crowd gathered outside.
Captain Stanley grinned and wrapped his arms around his bride-to-be, lifting her off the ground.
"It's over, sweetheart. Now we can move on with our lives!"
"I think this calls for a celebration," grinned Roy Desoto . " Joanne went out and brought a bottle of champagne just for this moment. Let's head back to my place and toast this victory!"
Louisa grinned. "Just one bottle? I could drink a case right now and not even feel the effects!"
The group laughed, sharing in their friend's joy.
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Hank and Louisa 's wedding day:
Louisa paced nervously in the locker room of Station 51. She stopped in front of the mirror to adjust her veil, then smiled at her reflection. As her maid of honor, Joanne Desoto came into the room, followed by her daughter, the young woman's smile widened.
" Louisa , you look absolutely beautiful," smiled Joanne . Before she could say more, John Gage entered the room.
"Wow, Lou . You look incredible. But I think you'd look gorgeous even if you were wearing a grain sack. Ready for a few pictures?"
"Go ahead, John . Just don't break your camera," returned Louisa , teasing the dark-haired paramedic.
"No chance, not with all these beautiful ladies surrounding me," he grinned, winking at Jennifer .
Marco Lopez , Louisa 's brother, poked his head through the door. "Is everyone in here ready? Cap is about to wear a groove in the floor, the way he's pacing." The Latino man paused, taking in the scene before him. "You sure look different, little Louie ," he chuckled. "But I am used to seeing you in jeans and cowboy boots."
Louisa laughed. "Who says I'm not wearing my boots under my dress?" she shot back.
"Come on, brat. Let's get this show on the road. Your groom is waiting for you, along with everyone else out there."
John left the room, signaling Mike Stoker to start the music and stationed himself where he would have a clear view to snap the photographs. Jennifer went through the door first, carrying a basket of rose petals, which she scattered over the floor. Chris Desoto walked beside his sister, a white satin pillow in his hands. Joanne followed behind her children, smiling at the gathered crowd.
Louisa took Marco 's arm, squeezing gently. "I wish Papi could be here, Marco . I miss him so much," she whispered softly, tears welling in her eyes.
"He would be so proud of you, baby sister. I know I am. I wasn't very happy about this at first, but I can see that you're happy. You ready?"
"Let's do it," grinned Louisa , taking a deep breath and picking up her bouquet.
An appreciative gasp rose from the crowd as Louisa exited the locker room on her proud brother's arm. The young woman's eyes focused on her groom, who was standing at the entrance to the garage bay next to Roy Desoto , his best man.
"We are gathered here today to join this man and this woman in the bonds of holy matrimony," intoned the Fire Department Chaplain, Father Daniel Young . "If there is any person here who can give just cause as to why these two should not be wed, speak now or forever hold your peace." No one spoke.
"Okay then. Let's get on with it, shall we? Who gives this woman to this man?" he said, smiling widely. "I do," grinned Marco , placing his sister's hand in Hank's. "Henry Stanley, do you take this stunningly beautiful young woman, Louisa Martin, who may or not be wearing cowboy boots under her dress, to be your lawfully wedded wife?" he asked. Muted chuckles rang through the station.
Hank grinned. "I sure do," he answered softly.
" Louisa Martin , do you take this broken down old hose jockey to be your lawfully wedded husband?"
"Do I have to?" giggled Louisa , to uproarious laughter. She smiled. "Yes, I do."
"The rings, please." Chris Desoto stepped forward, lifting the satin pillow. The couple placed the rings on each other's fingers.
"By the power invested in me by the State of California , and the Los Angeles County Fire Department, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Captain Stanley , you may now kiss your bride!"
As Louisa and Hank sealed their vows with a kiss, the assembled guests cheered and clapped. The newlyweds turned, blushing slightly under the scrutiny. Marco shook his Captain's hand and said, "Congratulations, Cap. Welcome to the family." Maria Lopez echoed her son's words, hugging the couple. "My baby is married. How does it feel, dear?"
"It feels good, Mami ," answered Louisa , happy tears shining in her eyes. "Should I start training him now, or wait until we return from our honeymoon?" she teased, drawing laughter from the crowd.
John Gage approached, camera in hand. "Congratulations, you two. How about some more pictures? I got quite a few of that kiss, Cap! I thought maybe you were giving your new wife mouth-to-mouth or something!" he chuckled.
Hank smiled. "You're just jealous, Gage," he answered. Putting his arm around Louisa , he said, "Let's go out front for those pictures. Marco , Mrs. Lopez , I mean, Mom, join us please."
After John had taken several photographs, Chief McConikee sauntered over to the newly-married couple. "Hank, Louisa , I wish you every happiness in your lives together. Now, am I allowed to kiss the bride, or will that cost me another burned hat?" he guffawed. Hank blushed, much to Louisa 's amusement. "I think I can allow that, Chief. Why did Hank burn your hat? He refuses to tell me."
"Another day, Mrs. Stanley . Another day," replied McConikee.
" Mrs. Stanley . I like the sound of that," grinned Louisa .
McConikee grinned and kissed Louisa on the cheek. "Just a piece of advice, young lady. If you and Hank are ever camping out, a burning hat is perfect for roasting marshmallows." Hank turned red, while Louisa and the Chief laughed. "I'll remember that, Chief," giggled the new bride, wiping tears from her eyes.
Their conversation was interrupted by the rumble of the gleaming fire engine parked outside. The crew had decorated the shiny red engine with long white streamers. Mike Stoker leaned out of the driver's window, a wide grin plastered across his face. "Mr. and Mrs. Stanley , your chariot awaits!" he shouted.
Louisa grinned and turned to her new husband. "Shall we, Captain?" she said, extending her hand.
"Ready when you are, Mrs. Stanley ," he joked. Louisa lifted her skirt, revealing a pair of calf-high white leather cowboy boots. The crowd laughed when they saw the bride's choice of footwear.
"I knew you'd be wearing those boots, Lou !" shouted Chet Kelly , doubling over with laughter.
Louisa shrugged. "What can I say? Those shoes I picked out pinched the hell out of my feet. And besides, what kind of cowgirl would I be if I didn't wear these?" she chuckled, drawing more laughter. "At least I wore a veil in stead of a white cowboy hat!"
With Chief McConikee 's assistance, Louisa climbed onto the back of the engine and took a firm grip on the rails. She paused as John Gage lifted his camera. The paramedic was having a difficult time keeping a straight face at the scene before him, but finally managed to capture the extraordinary scene.
"All you need to a set of turn-outs, Louisa !" he joked. "But I must admit, you're a lot prettier than any fireman I've ever seen."
"Gage, stop flirting with my wife and take the pictures already," shot back Hank. "Hold on tight, honey. If I know Stoker, he's going to make this a fast trip!"
As the engine and its passengers pulled out into the street, the assembled crowd showered the newlyweds with rice. As Louisa had predicted, people on the street turned to stare as the engine raced down the street, lights flashing and sirens blaring. As her veil streamed out behind her, the young woman couldn't help but laugh loudly at the amazed looks on their faces.
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Three hours later, the wedding reception was in full swing. To the delight of the guests, Hank and Louisa danced across the floor, wrapped up in each other's arms. John Gage stepped forward, tapping his Captain on the shoulder. "May I cut in, sir?" he grinned.
"Sure, pal. Just bring her back in one piece."
"Congratulations, Louisa . You have to be the most beautiful bride I've ever see," smiled Johnny . twirling her across the dance floor.
"Flattery will only get you in trouble with the Captain, Mr. Gage ," giggled Louisa . "Thank you so much for taking the pictures, Johnny . I can't wait to see them."
"I plan to blow up the ones of you and Cap riding on the engine and post them on the bulletin board at Headquarters," joked the paramedic. "But, I'll take them down before you get back from Montana . Otherwise, I might be drawing latrine duty for the next century!" He grinned and lowered his voice. "I also have a few from the bachelor party that might interest you," he whispered with a chuckle.
Louisa looked over John 's shoulder, keeping a close eye on Station 51's resident prankster, Chet Kelly . Seeing that the Irishman wore an expression of complete innocence, the young woman's instincts warning her that he was up to something.
"Oh no. Kelly 's got that look on his face. He better not be planning anything," she whispered.
Johnny laughed. "Don't worry. I got Stoker keeping a close watch over him. If he tries anything, Mike will stop him."
The music ended and Louisa returned to her husband's side. Chief McConikee waved his arms over his head, shouting for quiet.
"I'd like to take this opportunity to congratulate Hank Stanley and his lovely bride." The Chief grinned widely. "And I have to say, I'll never forget the sight of Louisa riding on the back of that engine, her veil flying out behind her, while Hank was holding on for dear life!" he chuckled. "Now, if Mr. and Mrs. Stanley will step forward, it's time to cut the cake!"
The bride and groom moved over to the table holding their wedding cake. Taking a firm grasp on the knife, they cut a small slice from the bottom tier. After feeding a bite of the cake to her husband, Louisa wiped a streak of frosting across his cheek, causing the guests to erupt in laughter.
"Hey, Cap! You look pretty good in icing!" shouted Chet Kelly .
"Watch it, Kelly , or you'll be next!" shot back Captain Stanley . Hank copied his bride's stunt, smearing icing across the bridge of her nose. "I guess I'm not the only one who wears icing well."
Louisa laughed and turned slightly, suddenly lobbing a handful of icing directly into Chet Kelly 's face. Johnny roared with laughter, watching the Irishman wipe the sweet confection out of his eyes. "Great shot, Lou !" he yelled. The paramedic raised his camera, capturing the shot. "Another one for the bulletin board!"
After everyone had sampled the wedding cake, Roy Desoto dragged his Captain and his new wife to the center of the dance floor. "All right! All single men, get out here! That includes you, too, Johnny ! Time for the garter!" shouted the paramedic. Placing a chair in the middle of the floor, Desoto gestured for Louisa to sit down.
Amid much good natured teasing, Hank slid his hand up his bride's skirt and removed the lacy blue garter from her leg. He held up the item, twirling it around his finger. The lanky Captain grinned at the single members of his crew, who were gathered on the side of the dance floor.
"Who wants to start the bidding on this lovely item?" he laughed, causing Louisa to blush rosily.
"I'll give you 10 bucks!" shouted Chet Kelly , his mustache twitching.
"Open your wallet and air out the cobwebs, Chet," needled John Gage . "You keep the garter and I'll take the bride, Cap!" he shouted to much laughter.
"Not on your life, Gage!" returned Hank with a broad grin. "I think I'll keep her for a while."
"You better, hose jockey!" laughed Louisa from her seat. "You're not getting away from me that easily. Keep talking like that and I'll lasso you like a yearling calf," she threatened, earning a wink from John Gage . "I have one out in the Rover if you need it, Mrs. Stanley !" hollered the paramedic.
Hank grinned at his bride and launched the garter through the air. After a brief struggle, Mike Stoker held the lacy prize over his head, grinning in triumph.
Joanne Desoto approached the couple. "Now the bouquet. All single ladies, come on down!"
"Now, I'm sure all of you know the wedding folklore. The woman who catches this will be the next to marry!" shouted Louisa . Gesturing for Mike Stoker to come forward and stand beside her, she continued. "And that same lucky lady will get to dance with this very handsome engineer!" Stoker blushed to the roots of his hair while the women whistled and cat-called.
Louisa turned around and threw the bouquet over her shoulder. Dixie McCall, Rampart's head nurse, caught the flowers. She walked over to Stoker and smiled. "Looks like it's you and me, Michael !" she teased, planting a kiss on the blushing man's cheek.
Marco approached his sister and claimed her for a dance. "How soon do you and Hank want to make your exit, Louie ?" he whispered. "Mama loaded everything into the car, so you can leave whenever you're ready."
Louisa looked at her groom, who was at that moment dancing with Jennifer Desoto . The little girl was laughing with delight as Hank swung her around on circles.
"Soon, Marco . I can't wait to get out of this dress and into something less concealing," she giggled, making her brother blush.
"Don't even go there, little sister," chuckled Marco . "I don't want to hear it."
Two hours later, Hank and Louisa left the reception and drove to the hotel suite Hank had reserved for their wedding night. Hank carried his bride into the room and dropped her onto the bed. "Alone at last, Mrs. Stanley . I love you," he said, leaning over to kiss his new wife.
Louisa returned the passionate kiss, then sat up and climbed off the bed. "Wait right here, hose jockey. I got something for you." The young woman rummaged around in her suitcase and pulled out a small leather box. As she handed it to her husband, she said, "These belonged to my Papi , Hank. I want you to have them."
Hank lifted the lid and gasped when he saw the pair of diamond cufflinks nestled inside. "Thank you, sweetheart. I'll be proud to wear them. I wish I had met your father. He sounds like he was a wonderful man."
"He was. I miss him, Hank. He would be very proud to have you as his son-in-law," whispered Louisa , tears welling in her eyes. "Now, let me get out of this dress and into my other surprise." The young woman went into the bathroom and emerged a few minutes later, wearing a very revealing lace nightgown.
"Wow! So this is what you were talking about, huh?" grinned Hank, reaching out and pulling his bride to him. "Where exactly on the ranch will we be staying again?" he teased? "Somewhere extremely private, I hope."
"Trust me, honey. Nowhere close to the main house! How do you feel about roughing it for a few days?"
"Sounds okay, depending on how rough things will get," grinned Hank.
Louisa returned the grin. "There is an old line cabin a couple miles from the main house. Back in the old days, a cowboy would stay out there to keep an eye on the herds. It's not exactly the Ritz, but I think you'll like it."
"As long as I'm with you, anywhere is fine with me sweetheart," returned Hank.
"I knew you were nothing but a big softie," chuckled Louisa .