Jean was cruising along Highway 193, on her way back from a routine call at one of the summer cabins.  The folks there had reported a prowler, but there was no evidence of one that she could find.  Most likely the city folks just heard a big raccoon or the like and got all scared in the dark.  Why they keep on insisting on invading the small town of Ashcroft each summer, she'll never get.  Aren't there things to do in the city as well?<br/><br/>Deep in thought, it takes her a second to see the woman in the road.  Her vehicle barrels towards the sheet-clad figure, the brakes screetching as she slams them to try and stop the collision.  Finally the patrol car grinds to a halt with its tires smoking only feet away from the girl.  Jean's eyes are wide and her knuckles grip the steering wheel so hard that her fingers turn white.  But the fear and surprise only keep their hold on her for a moment before all her training comes rushing back.  Throwing open the door, she steps out and starts yelling at the woman.  "Jeeze Louise, you gotta be more careful.  I almost cruised right on over you!  What in the world are you doing out here so late?  I..."<br/><br/>Her words seem to fail her as she really sees the girl in the headlights of her car.  The dirt, the blood, and most of all the bulging belly.  It takes a second for her to speak again, but when she does her tone is completely different.  "Ok, honey.  I don't know what you're doing out here, but we need to get you to the doctor.  A woman in your condition shouldn't be running around in the woods alone!  Come on...let's get you in the car.  And get you some clothes... I've got some of my civies in my locker.  You can change at the station, alright?"  She hardly waits for an answer, placing a hand around the girl and gently guiding her towards the passenger side door.