August 17, 0145h

	Leslie stared at the temperature reading.
	104.7.
	And rising.
	She felt her stomach knot, but she made her decision.
	"Dinah?" she said in a slightly louder than normal voice, knowing that the 
other woman was monitoring the basement lair.
	The response was instantaneous.  "Yes, Leslie."
	"Get STAR Labs for me."
	"Right away."
	There was a moment's pause, long enough to meet the worried expressions of 
Babs and Spud.  "We have to get his fever down," Leslie explained as a voice 
said, "STAR Labs."
	"This is Dr. Thompkins," Leslie said clearly.
	The voice gave the impression of a person sitting up straighter in his 
chair.  "Go ahead, Dr. Thompkins."
	"I need that team down here, stat."
	"We're calling JLA for transport," the voice answered tersely.  "ETA three 
minutes."
	The line clicked, returning the room to an uncomfortable silence punctuated only by the machines keeping 
Dick Grayson alive.  There was nothing else to say.