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Ocean’s 9-1-1 - AGAPE SERIES

ACT TWO, CHAPTER 6

SONG: Stranger Things by Chase Atlantic QUOTE: “Man, this is why I could never rob a bank, I’m clearly not smart enough for it.”

A/N: Not proofread or edited.

A/N 2: This chapter is quite bad in my opinion due to me not having many ideas for what to do for it.

A/N 3: Also for the investigation scenes, the 118 dialogues are written on the right side in italics and labelled with who's speaking as they obviously all came in one by one, but in the show it combined them all together - i don't really know how to describe it...but I just thought maybe this be a better way to write this scene.

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"Hello?" Kasey groggy voice answers the phone, not taking a single look at who was ringing her in the early morning. She slowly sits herself up in her car where she once was sleeping, and very tiredly rubs her right eye with the bottom of her palm.

"Did you know there was so many types of flour? There's self-raising, plain, wholemeal and– " Kasey yawned as Eddie's voice welcomes her on the other side. "Have you only just woken up?"

"Good morning Eds, how are you today? I was doing amazingly until this crazy man rang me to inform me on all the different types of flour instead of confessing his undying love for me."

"My undying love?" Eddie laughs as he picks up another bag of flour, spinning it around in his hand as he tried to read the uses of this type of flour. "It's seven in the morning, Kas, how have you just woken up?"

"Quite easily actually," Kasey sarcastically responded. "I opened my eyes and–"

"Do you think I can use cake flour to make pancakes?" Eddie questions, interrupting Kasey before she fell into an entire sarcastic rant, brows furrowing as he looked at the flour in his hand before shifting his gaze to the multiple bags of flour in front of him. "I was going to make pancakes but realised I had no flour."

"And you thought to call me to ask questions on cooking?" Kasey would have let out a loud laugh if her body wasn't still trying to wake up. "I'm flattered but I do think you should have called Bobby instead."

"Would he be up?"

"I wasn't," Kasey said flatly.

"I thought you would have been," Eddie responded. "You usually are."

"So is Bobby," Kasey mutters, "I think he's also at work already."

"Huh," Eddie nods. "Anyways, what flour?"

"I don't know," Kasey rubs her eyes again whilst Eddie purses his lips to stop the stupid smile that was playing at his lips from hearing Kasey's voice. "Wait until you get to the sugars," Kasey laughs slightly. "But we don't need to talk about that until baking a cake or something."

Eddie lets out a small sigh of relief as he allows his body to relax after hearing he doesn't have to worry about the different varieties of sugars.

"Anyways," Kasey yarns again, sitting herself up more against the window, "I'm pretty certain Bobby uses plain flour for pancakes."

"You sure?"

Kasey hums in confirmation and that was enough for Eddie to pick up the plain flour and toss it into his basket.

"Pancakes are easy to make, right?" Eddie questioned over the phone, and Kasey shot an eyebrow up at the next sudden question about cooking.

"I like this Kasey Strand you have pictured in your mind," she teases, "sounds like she's a pretty amazing cook."

"Shut up," mumbles Eddie.

"I think you'll make some pretty good pancakes," Kasey reassures him before she pulls the phone away from her ear to check the time. "I've got to get ready for work, Eds. You're coming in at 9 aren't you?"

Eddie nods before realising Kasey can't see him, "Er, yeah, yeah I am."

"Alright cool," Kasey smiles. "I'll see you in a bit! Good luck on those pancakes"

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"Hey! Hey!" A muffled voice said over the sound of slams against a window grabbed both Buck's and Kasey attention, both stopping and turning on their heel to stand by the drivers window, ready to aid the man slamming his window in desperation. "Can you tell me what's happening?"

Buck and Kasey gave a quick glance at one another before turning back to face the man. Buck licks his lip in thought, "Ugh, don't know, sir. We just got here."

"I can see that," the man lowers his face to the small gap that was in the off centre of his van door, but he stayed looking at the two young firefighters. "Do you know what the call was?"

"Two people down in the bank."

"Down? Like dead down? Injured down? Depressed down?"

"No," Kasey rolled her eyes and Buck snapped his neck to look at her, eyes squeezing shut as he listens to the next words that fell from his best friend's lips. "Their getting it down."

"You was called in for a dance party?"

Kasey stares at the man blankly. "Yes, we're the strippers that they hired."

"Oh," the man gives a form of a smile that was a mixture of gladness and slight excitement. "In that case–"

"She's not being serious," Buck sighs.

The drivers eyes widen, and the smile fell of his face. "M-my partner's in there."

Buck gives Kasey a look that she seriously shouldn't have made that joke, but Kasey's eyes moved to look down at her boots.

"Was your partner exhibiting any kind of symptoms of anything before entering the bank?" Buck called out loudly so he could be heard through the window.

"What?" The drivers face scrunches up. "No."

"Does he have any allergies or medical conditions?"

"No!" He states loudly. "He eats better than I do. He's-he's a pescatarian."

Buck holds his hand up in front of him. "Okay, well, uh, you just," he looks at Kasey, but she was still awkwardly staring down at her boots. "Sit tight!"

Buck pulls Kasey away with him in a rush, not listening to the last words of the driver as he was already onto scolding Kasey for the jokes she has been making recently, stating that there was a time and place for that.

"You're better than that," Buck states, hands waving all over the place. "It's bad when I'm the one telling you off."

"You're always telling me off." She rolls her eyes.

"Clearly I'm the only one who's been using our shared braincell recently," Buck shakes his head with a slight smirk. "At the moment it's like you're my child, call me daddy...I–" the two pauses at what Buck just said. "Never mind, that sounds wrong."

Kasey turns to look at him, horror was across her face as she stares at him. "Never," she emphasises strongly. "And I mean, never, say that again. That was horrible."

Buck nods, "we'll never bring this back up again."

"My therapist is going to hear about this." Kasey walks off into the bank.

"Therapist?" Buck calls.

"Yes," Kasey pauses as she keeps the door open whilst she looks over her shoulder. "Someone you talk to, not someone you sleep with."

"That was one time!"

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"All right. Get him started on O2. Ten litres." Bobby instructs, hands placed firmly on his hips whilst both Buck and Kasey came to stand on either side of him, pulling up their blue gloves. Bobby then turns his head to look at the woman that worked within the bank. "You said there's a second patient?"

Bobby, Hen, and Bobby wondered into the vault of the bank, a man was on the ground, twitching and gurgling.

"Same as the courier out front." States Hen as she takes a look at the man that had the same white foam bubbling in his mouth like the last guy.

She kneels down next to him, medical bag by her as she places a hand on the ground right by his head and a hand on his cheek. "Exhibiting extreme muscle spasms. Cap, pupils are dilated."

Eddie walks in and stands next to Kasey to also take a look at the man.

"I don't know what we're looking at here."

Eddie leans forwards slightly before shaking his head.

"Could be a nerve agent." Kasey looks up from the man to stare at the back of Eddie's head. She crosses her hands, body falling slightly stiff as she chews on her bottom lip.

"You've seen that before."

"Been trained for it," Eddie looks over his shoulder at Kasey, brows scrunching as he takes in her body language, he then turns his head back forwards to gesture a handout to the man. "Symptoms all line up. The fact that we have multiple people down. I can't say for sure until we run some tests."

"Hen you need to move," Kasey said, voice slightly strained and quiet. Eddie takes a step back, shoulder brushing Kasey's as they watch Hen move away from the man.

"You okay?" Eddie whispers.

"We had something like this in the field." Kasey mutters before giving a half shrug. "I don't really know, our medic apparently gave one of our guys some form of poison, but we didn't know until much later on though. She refused to help him...she then died a minute later cause another guy shot her dead." Kasey purses her lips with slight raised brows as she recalls an event from her path. "She ended up being a spy who needed to kill my team."

Eddie looked at Kasey with a screwed-up face and Kasey shrugs.

"Luckily we caught on quickly as we only had her that day, and, er, I honestly had no idea what was going on as I wasn't in the best of conditions."

Eddie understood that Kasey wouldn't want to talk about it any longer as he turns and leaves the vault, Kasey shortly followed, she knew she wasn't the one who needed to be in a rush. She only did a bit of medic training, nothing compared to what Eddie had to do, she was more in the combat not the medic side.

But something in Kasey felt off, like this was going to end up being what happened to her team, that they believed it was something else, but it ended up being something worst. She gives Hen a wary look, seeing if she was going to follow behind, and Kasey presumed she was as she was now standing up and moving away from the man.

"Step away. Step away." Kasey heard Bobby say as she walked out the vault, catching up to the two patching men who was being followed out by the blonde woman. "I need everybody's attention. We are now preparing for a possible chemical exposure incident. That means nobody in, nobody out."

There's a click.

"We can't risk spreading whatever may be present here."

Hen hears the beeping and turns around.

She runs in.

"Cap," Eddie says, the team turning around to see her rushing in. Eddie moved first. "Hen! Hen!"

"Hen! Hen!"

She falls to her knees behind the man's head, but his hands grabs her face.

"Wait...No. Stay calm, sir. Stay calm!" She attempts to pull his hands off from her face. "I'm with the LAFD. We got to get you out of here!"

The vault door was a second away from closing.

"No!" She screams as she pushes herself up, rushing towards the heavy metallic door, whilst both Bobby and Eddie tries to pull the bars of the front of it, trying to keep it open; but failed to.

The vault door was closed shut.

Bobby presses the side button of his radio, "Hen, do you copy?"

Hen pants, "I'm here, Cap. Making myself comfortable."

"Not too comfortable."

"How do we open this?" Bobby points his thumb behind him at the closed vault as he questions the woman.

"Uh, we don't. The vault operates on a time lock. It wont reopen until the start of business tomorrow."

"What if it's an emergency." Bobby asks.

"There is a number for the vault company on Mr Prentiss' desk."

"Show me."

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"I feel like a minion." Kasey mutters to her friends that were with her as they tried to open the vault in a various of different ways. Kasey turns to look at Eddie. "Look at Eds, Buck! He looks like a depressed minion, and you look like what's-his-name? Kevin!"

"Kas, what did I say about the jokes?"

"Just trying to defuse the tension," Kasey sighs as she slams her hand against the small screen of numbers. "I'm just nervous."

"We know," both Eddie and Buck voiced.

Bobby walks towards the trio, slight regret in his stomach that he told the three of them to work together on the vault.

This trio is a trio that should never work together, or it would be disastrous, but Bobby felt that them working together to attempt to open the vault – it couldn't go as bad as it already has.

"Not even a scratch," Buck alerts as he turns around to look at Bobby who was also in the same suit as the three of them.

Bobby walks towards the computer screen on the desk behind Eddie and Kasey.

"Okay, two people, 72 breaths a minute, we need to drill into that vault and get some air flowing."

"Doors are wired, Cap." Eddie waves his hand at the vault. "Running hot."

"We need to cut the power."

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All the lights were switched off, only the torches attached to everyone's suits were on.

"You know the man in the van," Buck begins as he talks to Kasey who was standing next to him. "I think he was commenting on our minion suits."

Kasey turns to where Buck was standing, not seeing each other clearly due to the dark, but both had two different smiles on their faces.

"Really?!" Kasey bounced in excitement. "What he say?"

"I couldn't really hear him, but I think he liked them!" Buck switches on his torch when he noticed he was one of the ones who didn't have their torch on. "I said okay to him and knew I had to come and find you."

"Wicked!" Kasey whispers to herself.

Eddie begins to drill into the vault and the duo turned to watch.

"How are you and Jamie?" Buck questioned his friend as the two of them haven't been giving any instructions for this part except hold torches to help Eddie to see.

"We're alright."

"You happy with him?" Buck tried, side eyeing his friend as her eyes stay on Eddie.

"I suppose," she shrugs. "We've only been going out for a few weeks."

"But you would know if you were happy with him, I knew I was happy with Abbie immediately."

Kasey furrows her brows. "What are you trying to say."

Buck stumbles on his words as his looks around the dark room as if it would give him some form of answer, "just, er, I'm just making sure you're happy."

"Sure," Kasey drags out.

"We're through!" Eddie yells as he pulls out the end of the drill to look at the hole he made before someone pushes a tube through it.

"Okay, Chim, power us back up." Bobby says in his radio. "Buck, crank the O2."

He turns to the oxygen tanks, twisting the dial, before letting go and turning round to face Bobby.

"We're wide open, Cap." The four of them look at the computer screen to see the two bodies on the ground of the vault. "Okay, now what?"

"Now we get in there."

"How are we gonna do that?"

"We're gonna crack this safe."

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"Chim and I are clearly the cool ones here," Kasey mutters as her and her team stand behind Bobby as he bends down. Her mask was in her right hand whilst her left hand pressed against her hip. "We're the only ones in our wicked minion suits."

She eyes the others in their usual uniforms.

"No idea why but–"

"Okay, we start drilling here," Bobby points to the blank wall that was surrounding the outside of the vault.

"Creating a crumple zone."

"Exactly."

"Then what?" A confused Buck asks.

"Then, I have an idea. But we got to soften it up first."

"Soften up a foot of concrete?" Chimney questions.

"Yeah, it beats three layers of tempered steel." Buck looks at Kasey with a grin. "Told you I'm the one using the braincell between us." He places both hands on the hammer that was once resting against his shoulder in one hand. "Let's do it."

The drill goes in first to make a few small holes in various of places of the area Bobby pointed out. Afterwards it was the hammer that was then used to smash against the holes that were created, using them as a marker to where to break down the wall.

"Okay, Chim, I need you back inside," Bobby demands, "eyes on the vault cam. If we're compromising their safety in any way, you got to let me know."

"Copy that, Cap."

"All right."

"How does Chim look adorable in this minion suit?" Kasey asks, ignoring the concerned looks Bobby and Eddie was giving her.

"Kasey," Bobby says, and she turns to look at him with a small frown. "Get into the fire truck."

"Aye, aye, Captain."

Kasey climbs into the driver seat of the fire truck, driving it forth until Bobby halted her with a signal of his hand. The three guys connect the line in front of the truck into the small hole made into the wall.

Eddie rushes forwards after a listening to the sound of rattling for a few seconds. "The wrench isn't going to do it, Cap!"

Bobby held his finger up, gesturing to Eddie to give him a second whilst he went on his phone. Meanwhile, Kasey was drumming her fingers against the steering wheel, humming a song that was stuck in her head whilst she awaited for her next instructions.

Buck jumped into the passenger seat of the fire truck. "Reverse the truck, someone just died."

"What?" Kasey snaps her head to look at him whilst she begins to reverse the truck.

"Keep on reversing."

"What do you think I'm doing, Buck?" At those words the area of wall they wanted to break, came out onto the wrench. Bobby and Eddie runs towards the hole, followed closely behind by Kasey and Buck who looked over Eddie and Bobby's shoulder only to see Chimney standing on the other side.

The vault door was now open.

"Hey, guys."

"Seriously?"

"Fucking hell!"

The four of them looked between each other before watching Chimney walk into the vault, mask now on his face.

"Hen! Can you hear me?"

There's a groan.

"Chim?" Hen dryly asks.

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"300,000 dollars."

"Tucked away on the 118 ladder truck. Any idea how it got there?"

HEN: "No, why would I?"

"You're with the 118. And you were at the bank when it was stolen."

KASEY: "Great observation, Captain Obvious."

HEN: "If by 'at the bank' you mean that I was unconscious and I was locked away in a vault, yeah. And I wasn't alone. "

MR PRENTISS: "Um...I'm sorry, this is so embarrassing. The doctors say I'm fine."

"Still feeling the aftereffects?"

"Do you have any idea what happened?"

MADDIE: "The call came in a little after 5:00."

KASEY: "I was in this minion suit for most of the time and for some reason Chimney looked freaking adorable in the suit! Yellow is his colour, just saying."

"I don't see how that's relevant."

KASEY: "Not to your question, no, but it's needs to be said. Anyways, we thought it was a nerve agent at first."

"On this report it says you've seen it before? When you was-"

KASEY: "I don't know much. A spy supposedly poisoned someone on my team and it looked a lot like what happened today."

"So you could've poisoned those people to help the 118 rob a bank?"

EDDIE: "That's a bold accusation."

"Looks like our money trouble is over. That's the text your sister sent you right after she took the 911 call. You care to explain."

BUCK: "Her landlord finally agreed to let her out of her lease and refund her security deposit. He'd been giving her some grief about it."

"You expect us to believe you just happened to take this call? And you just happened to dispatch your brother's squad to the scene?"

MADDIE: "It happens more than you think."

CHIMNEY: "We're like a family."

KASEY: "The 118 is my family. So why would we purposely put Hen in danger?"

"That's what we're asking you."

KASEY: "Would you purposely put your own family in danger? No. I don't think so, so that question is-"

CHIMNEY: "I mean, a big, messy, extended family, but we take care of each other, we support each other. You know, we have each other's backs."

"Conspire."

BOBBY: "Conspire?"

"Conspire. You conspired with your fiancee's ex-husband to steal the blueprints to that bank."

MICHAEL: "Not stolen."

ATHENA: "You think they did what now?"

MICHAEL: "People request building plans all the time. Architects, contractors..."

"Terrorists."

KASEY: "You really think we have time to plan and attempt a robbery? Dude we save lives nearly every-day, and do you think we do this job for the money, because if we did, then we wouldn't still be working here, would we? Cause let's be honest, we don't get paid enough to risk our lives every day, but we do our job because we care about people, we care and want this world to be more safe."

"We-"

KASEY: "No wonder why people don't like you guys if you're throwing the word 'terrorists' around as if it's the same as 'I love you.'"

EDDIE: "Don't think I ever said the word 'terrorists."

"But you were the first to suggest it might be a nerve agent."

"And everyone figured you knew what you were talking about. Coming from the military and all."

EDDIE: "It was part of my training. How to spot it. How to respond."

BOBBY: "We had to improvise."

"You do that a lot - improvise?"

BOBBY: "It's part of the job. See the problem, solve the problem."

KASEY: "Er, yeah, I suppose you're right. I do improve a lot, but what do you want us to do, have a cup of tea and a biscuit, so we can discuss a plan whilst someone dies right next to us. Yes, we be with you in a moment Jimmy, just got to decide what water pressure is needed to put out that fire."

MICHAEL: "I was trying to help a friend."

"Your ex's new squeeze is your friend?"

MICHAEL: "Hen is my friend. I mean, yes, Bobby's a friend, too. Hell, they're all my friends."

EDDIE: "I don't really know him."

HEN: "Someone said I seemed stressed? Who?"

BUCK: "Cranky. I said she was a little cranky that morning."

KASEY: "Buck and Eddie was hanging up a banner and I was blowing up balloons, Bobby was with Marty - he was someone checking our fire trucks - and Chimney was on his way to work for the first time since the incident."

"Did she seem stressed?"

KASEY: "Hen? I wouldn't blame her if she was stressed from talking to Buck. But we love Buck and-"

"That's not very professional."

EDDIE: "Who said we was in a relationship?"

KASEY: "What do you have against the 118 poly relationship?"

"It must be hard. Your wife losing her job at JPL."

EDDIE: "Yeah. Kids in general are expensive. But they're worth it, right?"

KASEY: "What you asking me about kids for? I haven't got any...right?"

EDDIE: "Y-yeah, okay, maybe I picked up a few extra shifts here and there, but it's not a big deal. Kasey and I are the ones who usually pick up the extra shifts."

KASEY: "I literally have no life so yeah I pick up extra shifts."

"300 grand does solve a lot of problems."

EDDIE: "I've got two full-time jobs: firefighter and dad. I don't have time to plan a robbery."

KASEY: "Why are you so curious on my sex life? Who said I slept with Eddie? We're both in relationships with other people. But how is that relevant?"

CHIMNEY: "I never said they slept together. But I'm not denying that the 118 has a bet going on to see when they'll get together. I've bet they would be together by next year."

BUCK: "My answer has changed about five times now due to their blindness...how long does a divorce take?"

BOBBY: "There is not a bet going on, that's unprofessional, and for those two members of my team? They are not together and will not be together as they are very happy with who they are already with."

"Six weeks at home, guy like you, what you do for living, you must've been climbing the walls."

CHIMNEY: "Well, more like redecorating them."

"Sounds like you had a lot of time on your hands. To think. To plan?"

CHIMNEY: "You mean to plot? Who did I plot with?"

EDDIE: "Yes, Kasey and I are together a lot, but that doesn't mean we're plotting to rob a bank."

"You rang her this morning to-"

EDDIE: "-To ask her about flour as I was making pancakes."

KASEY: "I was joking when I said I had no life. I'm not that sad of a human being. Jeez."

BOBBY: "No one on my team would do this. I am sure of it."

KASEY: "I was like ten when I stole that lollipop and I'm beginning to be creeped out on how you know that."

"We rang your family as we believe they could have been involved too."

KASEY: "How much longer of these pointless questions? I've got a dog waiting for his dinner."

"You moved here two, three years go. Minnesota, right?"

BOBBY: "Mm-hmm."

"Left there under a bit of a cloud, didn't you, Captain?"

"Truth is, you don't know the people you work with, and they don't know you. Do they, Captain Nash?"

"We have hardly any reports on you Strand, don't you think that's suspicious?"

KASEY: "No, cause they did that before and after the military for my own safety."

BUCK: "But i trust them. Kasey is my best friend, my sister, I - and Bobby? I trust him and I trust his gut. So when he said we needed to get into that vault, yeah, I believed him."

KASEY: "So, Bobby and I are now your top suspects or something? Might as well throw my dog into that list too."

"Captain Nash said you're aware of his past."

KASEY: "And? What has- hey! Cross 'Kasey's dog' off of that notebook of yours."

"You chose to run into that vault, Firefighter Wilson, believing that there was a nerve agent present. Why would you do that?"

HEN: "Because it's my job."

"Or maybe you were providing a distraction so one of your friends can do a different kind of job."

SAM: "I don't know what happened. I just did what the firefighter said."

BUCK: "The armored car driver."

KASEY: "He said he liked our minion suits."

SAM: "Those yellow suits that they were wearing was horrendous."

BUCK: "I thought he couldn't leave the truck."

SAM: "Then he said I was in danger. I had to get decontaminated. Look, I was scared, I did not know they were gonna rob the truck."

CHIMNEY: "Wait, so the money came from the armored car?"

MICHAEL: "Not the vault?"

HEN: "But I was in the vault the whole time. There's no way that's me."

"No you were the distraction. Getting everyone to look over there, so no one is noticing the man emptying the armoured car."

"So who's your partner?"

BUCK: "I'm so confused. Can you start over?"

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Kasey sat anxiously in her apartment.

It was the second time she's been here since the incident. Bear was sat next to her on her coach whilst she leaned her head back to stare at the ceiling, not wanting to take a look at the rest of her apartment.

The ceiling was something she was okay with, it wasn't in her eyesight much since her incident, so it didn't bring her back any memories. But being in her apartment was odd, it didn't make her feel safe, so she was sat there taking deep breaths as she tried not to break down or have a panic attack.

She fiddled with her fingers as she anxiously waited for her lovely surprise to arrive, having already been warned by Athena that she should go in her apartment as the detective and officers will be round with a warrant.

Jamie, her boyfriend, was in her apartment too. He was in the kitchen making coffee for both of them, completely obvious to his anxious girlfriend or what was about to happen.

The second Kasey heard a fist pounding against her door, she jumped up and rushed to open it, Bear following closely behind.

And there they were, the detective and officers with a warrant before they all shoved their way into the house. Jamie leaned back to look at what the commotion was, only for his eyes to widen to see the herd of officers barging their way into his girlfriend's apartment.

Kasey closed the door after the last one entered, she looked down at Bear and shook her head before commanding him to heal at her feet whilst she leaned against the wall, trying to breath as she stared up at the ceiling once again.

She was in the hallway...she was in the hallway...she was in the hallway...

Jamie walked up to her, two mugs in his hands and handed one over to Kasey who quickly took it to keep her mind occupied.

"Did you know about this?" He whispers to her as he watches them from the hallway.

"I'm not allowed to say." She blows the top of her mug to cool down her drink.

"Do you think I should offer them a drink."

"No, they won't be here for long as there is nothing for them to find." Kasey takes a small sip of coffee, her other hand that wasn't holding her drunk was behind her, clutching the radiator. "No one else but me and Athena knows about this. They'll take stuff like my laptop, but I'll get that back in a few days when they discover this is all a false accusation."

"Where are they looking?"

"All of our houses. They even got warrants in Texas for my family down there. The firehouse and their firehouse. It's all bullshit really."

"We're going to your place afterwards, Doctor," one of the officers states. "You can get in our car with us."

"Can't wait." Jamie rolls his eyes.

"I can't wait to get out of this hell of an apartment. Probably should start looking for a new place." Kasey sighs as she looks at her dog before looking blankly at the wall in front of her. She was struggling a lot by being in this apartment and she needed these officers to hurry up so she can just leave.

Kasey even made sure to take out all her stuff from her car and move it back into this apartment so it didn't look like she was sleeping in her car, or they would use that against her and say she was struggling with money. Which she wasn't, not really, she was just struggling in being in this apartment.

And the real reason she hasn't tried to look for a new apartment was because then she would have to go back into this one anyways and get all of her stuff and clean it up for people to look to rent it out.

"Should've put vodka in this coffee, think we're gonna need it."

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“Hey, Marty, thanks for coming.” Chimney says as he opens the fire trucks door as he sat in the inside of it.

“Hey. Yeah, I heard you guys were having trouble with the ladder. Was starting to think you guys, uh, don’t know how to use it.”

Another truck door opens, and Eddie leans out of the open window with a cloth in his hand.

“Well, you know how we operate. All our procedures and protocols.”

Buck and Kasey walk towards Marty.

“But maybe you could show us some tricks.”

“Yeah, you seem to know more about these trucks than we do,” states Bobby.

“Like where to hide 300,000 dollars of cash,” Kasey says as she crosses her arms and leans against the truck that Eddie was in.

Marty awkwardly laughs, “what are you guys talking about?”

Hen walks around the front of the trucks and appeared behind Marty.

“How are your hands, Marty? That alternative medicine still working?”

Marty looks round and all the fed-up firefighters before he dropped his toolbox, tools scattering everywhere, and making a dash for it, but he was stopped by the detectives that investigated every single one of them.

“Marty Collins,” the male detective spins Marty around by a hand on his shoulder. “You’re under arrest for bank robbery and murder.”

“Murder?” Marty questions as the handcuffs are put on him. “Who’d I kill?”

Kasey looks down at her phone as a message comes through.

Dad: No more of those unfriendly people are going to come to our homes, right?

Kasey: Suspect has just been arrested; we should all be good now.

“So,” Buck says as he sits himself down as they all moved upstairs to have their dinner. “Let me get this right. The fake nerve agent attack was a distraction for the armoured car robbery. Which was a distraction for the diamond heist. Crime is hard.”

Kasey laughs before she leans against Eddie to quietly talk to him, “do you think that soldier died from a nerve agent? Or was he poisoned by the spy or–”

“What happened to you on that day? As it sounds like it was your team giving you loads of different stories.”

“I was shot,” Kasey licked her lips, “and er, I was trying to sort myself out whilst my team went through those few minutes of hell. It was all quick and sudden…it’s just…if it was a nerve agent then someone else could have helped…couldn’t they?”

“I’m not sure, Kasey, is there a way for you to ask someone on your team about that day?”

Kasey shakes her head, “they all died within that week, we had another spy in the team, but I survived because I got called out to go into this other team where a medic could look at my wound. I came back and they were all dead, except the other spy who got away.”

Eddie gave her a sympathetic look; he knew how hard it was being out there.

“But they all died the same way, they all died like they were having a nerve agent attack…but that can’t be a coincidence…right?”

Eddie shakes his head, “maybe it was poison, and you were the only lucky one to get away.”

“Yeah, guess I should be glad I was shot.” Kasey purses her lips in thought. “It was a crazy week and I never really thought about it until now…think I kind of just blanked it out of my memory until now…until seeing something so similar to it.”

“I don’t think this will be something that will ever be answered, Kas.”

“I know…it’s just crazy.”

“It is…how old were you.”

“I was eighteen and it was my first week out in the field. They gave me a medal for that week too, for spotting the spies. I did nothing though, it – I don’t deserve those medals.”

Kasey shuffled back into her seat, not wanting to think about it any longer as she listens to Hen as she digs into her food.

“Franklin knew the bank and Marty knew us.”

“But how did they knew each other?” Eddie questioned with a mouthful of food.

“Brothers-in-law. Well, ex-brothers-in-law. Franklin had been married to Marty’s crazy sister. And when they ran into each other again, a plan formed. Franklin was the inside man. His job was to create a medical emergency in the bank. The kind that would trigger a hazmat response because Marty knew that we’d have to seal the perimeter to execute the Big Bird protocol. He gets the driver to leave the truck and empty all of his pockets. And while the driver gets clean, Marty gets rich. Except, how’s he gonna get all that money out of there? Can’t just walk it off the scene. He needed a mule. Or a team of mules. Us.”

“Not a bad plan,” Bobby says, “I mean, it’s crazy, but it could’ve worked. We bring the money back here and all he has to do is wait for the right moment to sneak in, access the ladder truck and retrieve the money. Except there want any because the police had already beaten him to the punch.”

“But how’d the police know exactly where to find the money?” Buck questions.

“Cause there was one variable that Marty didn’t count on,” Chimney tells them, “the double cross. See, Marty may have known everything there is to know about the LAFD protocol, but Franklin knew about the bank. He knew what was in that vault. He could steal those diamonds with his eyes closed. See, Marty’s plan was simple, but Franklin’s was more time-sensitive, so he told Marty the best day to rob the armoured car would be his last day. He knew there’d be a party at the end of day at the close of business. He’d start with Marty’s plan, then he’d improvise. Franklin made sure he collapsed inside the vault. He knew what our result would be. Then all he had to do was wait for the vault to automatically close and time-seal for the night. Then he’d have hours alone inside that vault while we ran our rescue protocols. It was a meticulous plan. But there was an unexpected complication.”

“Me,” Hen continues. “He was supposed to be in there alone. So me running in to save his sorry arse? A complication. He had to take me out, too. But now he’s playing ‘beat the clock.’ Soon as the cameras couldn’t see, Franklin swiped six million in stones and waited to be saved. All he needed was a clean gate away. He sends the police after us. So, while the police are investigating us…he could flee the country. New name, new passport, new life.”

“He just wasn’t fast enough,” informed Bobby.

“Marty knew he’d been double-crossed.” Said Eddie.

“He goes to confront Franklin.”

“So Marty killed Franklin,” Buck says proudly in the way that he was finally understanding the story.

“Man, this is why I could never rob a bank, I’m clearly not smart enough for it.” Laughs Kasey.

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The small party of close friends were all huddled in the living room, glasses nearly drained, with the promise of no more. It was getting late, and you knew everyone was beginning to tire. The warmth of the room, alcohol and meal seemed to only increase the rate of decline. You were standing at the edge of the room, the exhaustion of having to host a party - whilst only small - was beginning to catch up to you, and you sagged gratefully against the doorframe, the pressure on your temples soothing.

You couldn’t help the warmth that flooded through your veins at seeing your friends content to be in each other’s company, friendly conversation flowing so naturally. It had been so long since everyone had been in the same place. Jobs after uni consumed people’s lives; people moved away, and people travelled.

This private gathering had been scheduled and planned three months in advance, and you still found yourself rushing around at the last minute, cleaning, cooking and preparing. But as you looked around, you knew there was no way you’d have traded this for the world.

The lighting was warm, glowing across your walls. It was cold outside, the middle of November, and the stark contrast to your interiors seemed to offer people a semblance of comfort. Yet, despite your utterly tranquil state, there was a nagging in the back of your mind. Something missing. You knew exactly what it was, but you refused to confront it. Ruining this perfect evening was not something you wished to do.

You kept trying to distract yourself from even thinking about it, that empty melancholy that rested somewhere in your chest. The first method was by constantly cleaning - plates and cups and crumbs from the coffee table, straightening rugs after people tripped over the corners in their drunken haze. The second had been to drown yourself in conversation with complete determination - it wasn’t particularly difficult. You hadn’t seen Olive in five months, and she’d spent the good part of her time in Brussels occupied with her new job.

But as you leant in the doorway, observing, you were struck with the sense of loneliness you’d spent the entire night attempting to evade. It was an isolating existence pondering the heartache your soul possessed, when your guests all sported unabashed grins and rosy cheeks. Their happiness radiated in their eyes and their pores, they were glowing. You were sure the same couldn’t be said for you.

You pushed up off the wall, shoulder momentarily stinging. It was Olive who noticed your movements out of the corner of her eye, and flashed a questioning smile.

You returned it, simply lifting up your empty glass, and she nodded in understanding, clearly approving of you leaving, and turned back to the group.

As soon as you were out of earshot of the party, you sighed, throwing your head back and making your way into the kitchen - conveniently tucked away from the living room.

There were plates scattered all across the counters, and empty glasses and bottles lined up neatly along the tiled walls. You rolled your eyes at the amount of washing up you’d have to do in the morning.

It was for a good cause.

The island in the middle of the kitchen was where you placed your glass. It was also where you fought back the yearning and desire.

Gosh, why was it so difficult?

It wasn’t the missing him that you found so challenging, it was more the knowing you missed him. You knew it, so it was everything you could think about, and nothing else. And it drove you insane, completely mental.

When you didn’t know what to think about, you thought about him.

Your hands had gone to run through your hair in a frustrated manner when a buzzing sounded from your pocket. You frowned, taking it out of your trousers, and your heart simultaneously dropped and throbbed at the same time upon seeing the contact number.

You took a deep breath, attempting to control your erratic heartbeat, and pressed the button, gingerly placing it against your ear.

There was heavy breathing when the phone connected, the sound of wind and footsteps being picked up through the speaker, and you furrowed your brows. It sounded like he was pacing.

“Mick?” You asked, voice steady, unwavering. Your breath faltered, and you strained your ears, the lack of a response somewhat concerning. “Mick?” You called again, hopeless in your kitchen.

It was probably a butt-dial.

Just as you were about to hit ‘end call’, you heard his voice, “I’m really sorry for calling you, I know it’s late.” He rushed his words, and purely from the faraway lilt to his tone, you deduced he was most likely drunk. “I’m really sorry.”

His words were confusing, and it took everything in you to not ask why he was so sorry, because you had an inkling feeling that he wasn’t just apologising for calling late.

“It’s fine, I’ve got people over anyway. You weren’t disturbing anything.”

“Fuck.” He groaned, his breathing returning and the pacing stopping.

Mick wasn’t really the type to swear, but whenever he did, it was usually with passion and intent. That changed when he was intoxicated: the alcohol made him loose-lipped, and he tended to be chattier and less reserved.

You swallowed, not really knowing what to say. It was clear he was annoyed by something, and you hesitated asking why, because you hadn’t talked to each other in four months. Four long, tortuous months - at least for you. What were the boundaries now? You’d initially agreed no contact for at least a month, but that singular month had whizzed by, then two, then three. If you were being honest, your heartbreak stemmed purely from the fact that by the third month you’d lost all hope you ever accumulated for there to be something there again.

You’d tried to move on, but all you could bring yourself to do was scroll through the accounts your friends had sent you to encourage your desires. You didn’t want to wonder if he was in the same state. Hopeless, lonely, devastated.

Your eyes shut briefly, steeling yourself, “Are you okay?”

You told yourself the question wasn’t to make him stay on the line a little longer, that you didn’t miss the honeyed sound of his voice, even over the phone. He was a little gruff from the alcohol, and you knew he always hated his phone voice, but it was one of the most endearing qualities about him.

He sighed through the phone, and you could almost sense him placing his hand on his hip and blinking up at the sky in thought. “Er–I don’t know.”

Your heart was pounding in your ears and your head hurt.

“Why don’t you know?” You tried to be soft, but the harshness – the worry – was evident through the invisible strain in your words.

“Because you have people over, and I…I don’t want to intrude on anything, but I just got mugged. I’m outside your house, but I don’t know if you want me here. You can send me the other way, if you’d rather, I mean…at this point, I’ll pretty much just do your bidding—”

“You got mugged?” You echoed, having trouble deciphering his slightly slurred words over the laughter coming from your front room.

You could have sworn your heart stopped beating for a brief moment in time. His words took a while to sink in, and when they did, you couldn’t hear much of what he’d said after ‘I just got mugged’, because the tolling tsunami wave of anxiety and dread had consumed your mind completely, rendering you numb to the outside world.

He paused, sniffing in the cold air, “Yeah. Yeah, I did.”

Shit, he was right outside.

“I’m opening the door–”

“You don’t have to, y’know?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, I’m not leaving you outside.” You were firm with your words, and you could tell as you walked past the door to your living room, Olive had heard your urgent voice as you made your way to the front door.

She ran out, red hair billowing behind her as she followed you closely, waiting for you to hang up before she interrupted.

“What’s happened? Are you okay?” She asked, worry evident in her tone as she watched you scramble for the locks on the door.

“I’m fine, but Mick’s been mugged, and he’d drunk and on my front step—”

“Fuck.” Olive muttered, reaching over to help you with the key.

You flung open the door with such force the cold air rushed to greet you with a slap on the face, aching your lungs and burning your nose. You had only opened the door half way when you caught sight of Mick, trying not to look too injured as he shivered in nothing but his shoes, jeans, and a hoodie. The hood was pulled up to shield his ears from the chill, but it was the sight of his nose that made you do a double take.

It was dark on your step, but the light from the hallway had illuminated his face. There was blood slowly trickling down his lips. It was a mess, the redness slicking under his nose and across his cheek, as though in his drunken stupor, he’d tried to swipe it off his face, but in doing so had only smeared it further. You know it looked worse than what it was, but there was absolutely no way he wasn’t the least bit shaken by the event.

“Did you get punched?” He’d opened his mouth, attempting to smile reassuringly at you, but you cut in, not even thinking straight when you pulled him inside by the forearm and shut the door behind him - blocking out late Autumn.

Olive had disappeared almost immediately after you’d opened the door, and you could vaguely hear her rounding up the guests, encouraging them to leave, but all you could truly focus on was the blood still dribbling from Mick’s nose. His cheeks had turned pink, but he was looking at you with awe, his eyes shining with longing. You were oblivious, leading him into the kitchen under better light as you gently took his face in your grasp, ignoring the way your heart seemed to stutter and surrender at such close proximity.

He gulped and you could feel him hold his breath a little longer. “Hi.” He whispered.

You pressed your lips together, unable to help your reaction to his simple greeting. You could feel your ears heat up, and unintentionally your eyes flicked up to meet his. It was familiar, a reminder that he knew things about you. Still does.

He knows that all it ever takes is one look, his blue eyes meeting yours, and you don’t know whether to hate it or relish in the way the rigidity seems to leave your shoulders, the way you go slack as though you’ve been shot. Is it embarrassing to be that enamoured by one person?

You know he slowed it down – your somewhat borderline panic – on purpose.

Your lips slowly curved up into a smile, and he mirrored it, your eyes zipping down to his mouth, mindful of the thumb you kept on his chin, your hands splayed on his cheeks. He was cold underneath your touch.

And then you realised that maybe looking at his mouth and touching his face so intimately was mildly inappropriate considering the circumstances, and promptly turned your attention back to his nose.

“Hi.” You whispered back, before holding him in place against the island, and making your way towards the sink to retrieve sheets of kitchen roll. Two dry, one damp.

You could feel his gaze burning against your back as he watched you work at the sink, his hands splayed out to grip the counter behind him to steady himself. When you turned back around, kitchen paper in hand, he was blinking rapidly, as though trying to dispel something from his head.

You resumed your position, hands guiding his face towards the light and at an angle that meant you could see properly, and began slowly dabbing the blood away with a dry piece of kitchen paper. You knew the material would be rough, but it was the best thing you had on hand that was closest.

He widened his eyes on purpose, and you looked up, “Did you know that yours is the only phone number I know off by heart?”

He said it so casually. So, so casually. So casually that you almost second-guessed the ingenuity of the statement, that he said it purely to fill the silence resting comfortably between the two of you. But his eyes were contradictory to that assumption. He knew what he was doing, pronouncing such a declaration in such close quarters so he could analyse your every facial expression; each twinge of your brow, the pull of your mouth, the creases around your eyes. He said it to elicit a reaction, but all it did was break your heart a little more. It twisted the knife lodged between your sternum.

He was what you couldn’t have, and you refused to let yourself believe there was a chance. You refused to torture yourself with his possible motives in saying such a heavy-loaded thing.

Nobody knew anybody’s phone number anymore - not apart from their own. They were imported into phones and never looked upon again, and the fact that he’d learnt yours?

It destroyed you.

“Oh.” Was all you said, looking straight back at his nose. He looked much better already, the tissue having already soaked up some of the blood. It wasn’t enough for you to assess whether it was still bleeding, but enough—

“Can you see my pupils?” Was his next inquiry, as though his previous question was merely just drunk rambling. He blinked dramatically, and you were prompted to look back up at his eyes.

“Barely. There’s only a fraction of blue.” His eyes were also bloodshot, but you didn’t mention that.

“They’re really blown?” He asked, this time with a hint of excitement bubbling under his skin, and you had to pull your hand away as he fidgeted against the counter, adjusting his positioning so he was seated on one of your stools. You nodded, switching the bloodied towel for the damp one, and moved to stand between his legs, pausing as his knees trapped you where you stood. “It doesn’t surprise me, to be honest.” He started, and you hummed nonchalantly, “They always are when I’m looking at you.”

If you’d have heard that statement leave someone’s mouth in a book or on TV, you’d have cringed audibly. Now, when faced with the romantic connotations, you couldn’t help but clench your jaw. Your aim had originally been to ignore all signs that were pointing towards a future for the two of you, and all he’d done was make two non-committal statements. Granted, they both held unspoken depth and meaning, and you were sure that if he kept dealing such blows like this until you’d cleaned him up, you’d be crying yourself to sleep.

You couldn’t help yourself, though.

“What are you implying?” You asked a little breathlessly, now more than ever aware of his burning touch, fingers lightly tugging at the base of your shirt and face so close you could see the green flecks in the sliver of colour left in his eyes. His knees were pressed into your hips and his lips twitched fractionally, and you cast a glance towards the door, hearing the scuffle of chairs scrape along your floor.

Hope was cruel, but at this moment in time, it seemed like a silver lining of sorts.

You saw his eyes flicker downwards, and his silence was torturous. For once you didn’t know what he was thinking, his eyes had glazed over from the alcohol, and he sniffled quietly.

He didn’t say anything for a while, and, defeated, you pulled out of his grasp gently, so as to not startle his lagging mind too much, and left his grasp. He sighed audibly, dragging a hand down his cheek and rolling his eyes to sober himself up a little. You were aware that your guests were piling up in the hallway, the gentle thuds getting louder as people jostled in the corridors. You turned your back on Mick, silently placing the bloodied kitchen towels in the bin and rinsing your hands, watching as the clear water turned pink under your fingers. He’d bled quite a bit to say he was so cold when, though you suspected the drinks gave him an edge.

Once you’d dried your hands, you took a clean glass from the overhead cupboard and filled it with water, making your way back over to him. He’d swung around on the stool, elbow resting on the countertop as he held his head in his hands.

He looked up after hearing the chink of the glass, eyes glossy. You gave a meaningful nod, and he smiled ruefully, looking as though he was going to say something but thought against it.

“I’m just going to see my friends off.” You started, backing away from the counter, “If your nose keeps bleeding, use the other sheet to wipe it.” You left before he could say anything.

***

When you re-entered the kitchen, he’d shed his jumper, his black Under Armour shirt clinging to his broad form.

Oh, he was cruel.

The glass you’d placed in front of him was drained completely, and when he looked up, the shock on his face was painfully evident, as though he hadn’t expected you to come back. His face was wet, like he’d splashed himself with water to regain sobriety.

“Hi.” He whispered again, voice hoarse. The blue in his eyes had brightened and when you offered a timid, sad smile, you saw his mouth twitch downwards and he avoided your gaze.

You wondered if his chest was aching too.

“Are you okay?” You asked, gingerly stepping around the other side of the counter and crouching to get down to his eye level. He was distraught; you could see his chin wobbling with the effort not to shed tears. He was doing that thing he always did by trying to force his lips up with a smile to prevent him succumbing to his own emotions, but his eyes were watering and his cheeks were reddening. He clutched the piece of kitchen paper in his hand, only one smear of blood visible. His nose was a little swollen, but other than that it looked fine, much to your relief.

He opened his mouth to say something, but cut himself off with a hand over his mouth as he looked straight down at the counter, hands tracing shapes against the marble. He was still trembling, though not from the cold. His eyes welled up, and he sniffed once more, hurriedly wiping away a stray tear that landed on the surface.

You bit your cheek, your own eyes beginning to burn, and before you could convince yourself not to, you found yourself standing next to him, a comforting hand on his arm to pull him away from his hidden position.

Mick was an incredibly passionate person, and he didn’t show emotion very often, but whenever he did, you knew it was genuine, and at such a height that you couldn’t even begin to fathom. He just felt things differently.

It barely took a second for him to spin around on the stool, his arms instinctively wrapping around your waist as he tugged you between his knees again, his head resting on your sternum. One of your hands reached to smooth against his back, and the other came to rest in his hair.

“You’re okay, you’re going to be fine. You’re safe.” It was all you could to reassure him, to constantly mutter sweet nothings in his ear, fingers carding through his hair, your hold on him tightly gripping until his breathing calmed and his temperature slowly declined.

You left it up to him as to when he wished to pull away, and after a few more minutes, spent on controlling the ever-growing urge to place a delicate kiss on the top of his head, he did just that, slowly pulling away, eyes rimmed red as he kept one arm draped around your waist, his hands wiping at his face as he blinked.

You felt utterly and completely hopeless, and didn’t have it in yourself to step out of his embrace. It may have been unfair to take advantage of his vulnerable state, but you wanted to savour his touch as long as you could.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You took a seat next to him, your knees knocking together. His hand remained where it was, and he leant an elbow back on the counter, resting his head in his hand again, unashamedly not hiding his face from you. His hair was a mess, and he knew it, but made no move to fix it.

He swallowed, taking a deep breath, eyes searing into yours, “I was just walking home from the pub and these guys came out of nowhere. Socked me in the nose and took my coat, then ran away. I didn’t see their faces…I guess it just took me by surprise—I just had to…release some emotion.”

You nodded, taking the hand on your waist and intertwining it with your own, fingers locking together as you both watched the dance of hands in your lap. Mick sniffed again, and you looked up, heart stuttering at the pure, unadulterated emotion burning behind his gaze. It took your breath away, starving your lungs for a brief moment.

“Was it cathartic?” Was your next question, and as you moved to pull your hand away, he gripped your hand tighter, and you pressed your lips together to hide a growing smile, moving your free hand to block the action.

Mick caught it, he always did, and he grinned, his eyes still red - a reminder of the present situation. He looked happier, more relaxed, and a little more sober compared to when he first stepped through your front door. It wasn’t much but it was an improvement. Under the light he looked angelic. His blonde hair practically glowed and his eyes were luminescent. Though the light did reveal how haggard he looked, the youthful carelessness accompanied with alcohol having dissipated, leaving noteable bags under his eyes.

He was still breathtakingly gorgeous.

“Very.” He muttered, turning his attention back to your joined hands, thinking.

The silence was heavy, and your heart thrummed in your chest, anticipation building. It made you nervous. And it suddenly dawned on you with agonising truth that you’d lost the ability to read him. Or maybe he’d become more guarded. Most likely a healthy mixture of both.

“Are we completely irreparable?” He asked, not looking up at you.

You swallowed, biting the inside of your cheek, fighting the urge to cry all of a sudden. You took a shaky breath, looking at the ceiling, and your hand tightened in his grasp, prompting him to look at you. He must have seen something soul destroying written in the contours of your face because the next thing you registered was his eyes shutting as though admitting defeat.

You were torn.

You wanted to say no, more than anything, you wanted to. But you couldn’t deny there was something holding you back. It made you want to cry, the fear of an even worse outcome than this one: sitting in your kitchen, both secretly yearning for the other—

“You changed everything for me, you know?” He opened his eyes, voice breaking, and you looked at him, hand over your mouth as though to prevent yourself from crying. You knew your brows were furrowed with the effort to remain silent. You could feel the effort of doing so carrying onto your shaking shoulders. You weren’t even crying yet. “You drive me crazy. I’ve woken up everyday and missed you so much it physically hurts to breathe sometimes. The bad days killed, and the good days…weren’t really any better because all I could think about was that I wanted to spend those good days with you.”

Tears blurred your vision, hot, salty liquid streaming down your cheeks.

“I don’t want to hide the fact that I missed you every day,” his mouth did the thing again - the saddest smile you’d ever seen, and you could see the tears building in his waterline again. The realisation that this was affecting him as much as it was you made you screw your eyes up even more, taking deep, shaky breaths to try to calm yourself, “‘It’s just…I miss you so much. I miss you in the mornings. I’m terrified I’m going to forget you.”

You hiccupped, squeezing his hand, “You said you were walking home.”

He breathed a laugh, swiping at the tears, “I did.”

“I’ve watched from a distance…” you began, blinking to try to get rid of some of the tears still accumulating, “I’ve watched you through pictures and at races for months…” you sighed frustratedly, your ability to gather your words and form them eloquently leaving you at this crucial time, “I don’t think we’re irreparable, is what I’m trying to say.”

He took a sharp inhale, a hand going to clutch at his chest as he looked at you with blinding hope and adoration.

Nobody had ever looked at you like that before.

“And I don’t want you to forget me, either. I don’t want to forget you. I didn’t think you wanted us anymore.”

“The day I don’t want you anymore would be the day the world ends.” There wasn’t an inch of hesitation in his words.

This time it was your turn to laugh bitterly, rolling your eyes fondly, your eyes still watery but vision now much clearer, “You make it really difficult not to love you, you know?” Your voice was broken, shattered, and something in his face collapsed, his eyebrows drawing together as he lifted you off your chair, both coming to stand in front of each other.

His arms wrapped around your shoulders and you buried your face in his shoulder, a hint of aftershave and beer remaining, your arms coming up to hold his back, pressing his torso as close to yours as you could allow.

“I think we should talk in the morning.” You muttered, voice somewhat muffled by the fabric of his shirt.

“I’ll sleep on the sofa.”

You shook your head, “There’s a spare room with a bed. Take that instead.”

“Okay.”

***

When you came down the stairs the next morning, the washing up had been done and there was a hot mug of coffee and a plate of toast waiting for you on the counter. Mick had fallen asleep on the sofa, a blanket draped across his shirtless torso, looking like he belonged there.

There was a post-it-note stuck to your plate. It read:

I secretly think you were made for me.

It was cheesy, but you loved it so much you may as well have melted on the spot.

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analyzingyourkins · 2 years

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Total list of all the characters I plan on getting done.

I’m just making this list, pinning it, and closing the ask box.

- spike spiegal (cowboy bebop)

- Lewis pepper (msa)

- Tsukasa Yugi (tbhk)

- Tomura Shigaraki (mha)

- Mukuro ikusaba (dr)

- Maki harukawa (dr)

- Karkat vantas (homestuck)

- Sniper (tf2)

- Hajime Hinata (dr)

- Tenko Chabashira (dr)

- Tsumugi shirogane (dr)

- Nejire hado (mha)

- Miya Chinen

- Sugawara

- Hanako yugi (tbhk)

- Diluc (genshin impact)

- Tenten

- Lee (naruto)

- Neji (naruto)

- Akutagawa (bsd)

- Dipper pines (gravity falls)

- Niko (oneshot)

- Celestia ludenberg (dr)

- Yukine (noragami)

- Mituna captor (homestuck)

- Nepeta leijon (homestuck)

- Chihiro fujisaki (dr)

- Sero hanta (mha)

- Dazai (bsd)

- Himiko toga (mha)

- Koishi komeiji

- Roxas

- Ventus

- Sayori (ddlc)

- Eijiro kirishima (mha)

- Nagisa shingetsu (dr)

- Yuri (ddlc)

- Saiki kusuo (saiki-k)

- Bilbo baggins

- Rantaro amami (dr)

- Soul Evans (soul eater)

- Evan (emh)

- HABIT (emh)

- The computer (dhmis)

- Pim (smiling friends)

- Madaline cookie

- Licorice cookie

- Tweek tweak (South Park)

- Tavros nitram (homestuck)

- Stan marsh (South Park)

- Kenny McCormick (South Park)

- Sayaka Miki (pmmm)

- Hiyoko saionji (dr)

- Junko Enoshima (dr)

- BEN Drowned (creepypasta)

- Huggy Wuggy (poppy’s playtime)

- Scar (lion king)

- Iida tenya (mha)

- Misa Amane (death note)

- Rainbow Dadh (mlp)

- Josuke Higashita (jjba)

- Riki kawai (wep)

- Basil (omori)

- Akane Aoi (tbhk)

- Dimentio (super paper Mario)

- Lapis Lazuli (su)

- Sans (undertale)

- Rose quartz/pink diamond (su)

- Kakashi (Naruto)

- Alois trancy (black butler)

- Norman Osborn (spider man)

- Princess Luna (mlp)

- Wilt (fosters home for imaginary friends)

- Yatora yaguchi (blue period)

- Mitsuba (tbhk)

- Ena

- Monoma neito (mha)

- Ray (the promised neverland)

- Asmodeus (obey me)

- Edward Hyde (dr Jekyll and mr Hyde)

- Junkrat (overwatch)

- Ness (earthbound)

- Catra (she-ra)

- Fuyuhiko kuzuryuu (dr)

- Elizabeth Afton (fnaf)

- Tony Stark (mcu)

- Nesta

- Victor Grantz (idv)

- Jeffery Woods (creepypasta)

- Undertaker (black butler)

- Funtime Foxy (fnaf)

- Haida (aggretsuko)

- Senpai (fnf)

- Twilight Sparkle (mlp)

- Hiccup (how to train your dragon)

- Sayaka Maizono (dr)

- Peko pekoyama (dr)

- Gregory (fnaf)

- Mikey (tokyo revengers)

- Takemichi (tokyo revengers)

- Hank hill

- Kirumi Tojo (dr)

- Noelle (genshin impact)

- Kotoko Utsugi (dr)

- Dirk Strider (homestuck)

- Reki Kyan

- Dib Membrane

- K_K (deltarune)

- Yakko Warner (animaniacs)

- Brain (pinky and the brain)

- Hunter (owl house)

- Ryunosuke (bsd)

- Atsushi (bsd)

- Ainosuke Shindo (sk8)

- Dabi todoroki (mha)

- Eri (mha)

- Midnight (mha)

- Kunikida Doppo

- Gundham Tanaka (dr)

- Rindo kanade (NEO TWEWY)

- Graham Calloway/Crackle (Carmen sandiego)

- Steve harrington (stranger things)

- Viktor (arcane)

- Wirt (over the garden wall)

- Gir (invader zim)

- Gregg (nitw)

- Sprig (amphibia)

- Ruff ruffman (fetch with ruff ruffman)

- Ibuki mioda (dr)

- Blitzø (helluva boss)

- Yashiro nene (tbhk)

- Sasha waybright (amphibia)

- Baji

- Megaman

- Hop (pkmn)

- Lucas (mother 3)

- Noelle (deltarune)

- Sollux Captor (homestuck)

- Mi-Nyeo (squid game)

- Ratcatcher 2 (suicide squad)

- Vendetta (making friends)

- Moe Syzlak

- Todoroki Shouto (mha)

- Izumi Miyamura

- Ginger (purrfect apawcalypse)

- Olive (purrfect apawcalypse)

- Terezi pyrope (homestuck)

- Sara chidouin (yttd)

- Hawks (mha)

- Genya shinazugawa (demon slayer)

- Douma (demon slayer)

- Foxy (fnaf)

- Shuichi Saihara (dr)

- Frylock (aqua teen hunger force)

- Greg Heffley (diary of a wimpy kid)

- Aubrey (omori)

- Kyle Broflovski (South Park)

- Mineta Minoru (mha)

- Polyblank (jazz punk)

- Anne (amphibia)

- Luz (owl house)

- Webby (ducktales)

- Marcy (amphibia)

- Rob (tawog)

- Jesse Pinkman (breaking bad)

- Zen (mystic messenger)

- Fry (futurama)

- Snufkin (moomin valley)

- Jake English (homestuck)

- Dustin (stranger things)

- Oswald cobblepot (gotham)

- Harley Quinn

- Kris (Deltarune)

- Six (little nightmares)

- Chiba Ryuunosuke (assassination classroom)

- Sakura Nanamine (tbhk)

- Crispin Whytehead (psychonauts)

- Ryota Mitarai (dr)

- Tomura Shigaraki (mha)

- Neo (matrix)

- Science sans (undertale AU)

- Natsuo todoroki (mha)

- Eddie Oswald/Blah blah the clown

- Angie Yonaga (dr)

- Jane Crocker (homestuck)

- Momoe Sawaki (wonder egg priority)

- Vanny (fnaf)

- Mettaton (undertale)

- Monika (ddlc)

- Koriyaki Kakyoin (jjba)

- Kanaya Maryam (homestuck)

- Fenneko (aggretsuko)

- Ace lightwood (the mortal instruments/shadowhunters)

- V (mystic messenger)

- X (bfb)

- Mei Hatsume (mha)

- Light Yagami (death note)

- Nanami Kento

- Gojo Satoru

- Mezo Shoji (mha)

- Lefty (fnaf)

- Yashiro isana (k project)

- Nancy Elsner

- Rose Lalonde (homestuck)

- Kiibo (dr)

- Rio ranger

- Hobbit???

- Alucard (castlevania)

- Sal fisher (sally face)

- Kinoko Kimori (mha)

- Hanzo shimada (overwatch)

- Joshua (twewy)

- Gintoki Sakata (gintama)

- Byakuya togami (dr)

- William afton (fnaf)

- Micheal afton (fnaf)

- Luigi (mario)

- Korekiyo Shinguji (dr)

- Hifumi Yamada (dr)

- Teruteru hanamura (dr)

- Sakura Ogami (dr)

- Goro aketchi (persona 5)

- Tamaki Amajiki (mha)

- Lance McClain (Voltron)

- Osmosis Jones

- Springtrap (fnaf)

- Frankenturret (portal 2)

- Bill cipher (gravity falls)

- Abbacchio (jjba)

- Tanjiro Kamado (demon slayer)

- Davesprite (homestuck)

- Benry (hlvrai)

- Doppio (jjba)

- Naruto uzumaki (naruto)

- Korra (legend of korra)

- G1 pohatu

- Pareo (bandori)

- Slenderman (creepypasta)

- Micheal (magnus institute)

- Nomu (mha)

- Sangwoo (killing stalking)

- Max Caulfield

- Kankri Vantas (homestuck)

- Kaede Akamatsu (dr)

- Akane owari (dr)

- Crona (soul eater)

- Clancey (the midnight gospel)

- Red guy (dhmis)

- Hatsune Miku

- Sayaka Maizono (dr)

- Saeran Choi (mystic messenger)

- Saeyoung Choi (mystic messenger)

- Orochimaru (naruto)

- Sephiroth (final fantasy 7)

- Tooru Oikawa (haikyuu)

- Kotoko utsugi (dr)

- Ramona Flowers (Scott pilgrim)

- All for one (mha)

- Fuyumi todoroki (mha)

- Feferi peixis (homestuck)

- Spades Slick (homestuck)

- Zack fair (final fantasy 7)

- Dave strider (homestuck)

- Gamzee Makara (homestuck)

- Hal strider (homestuck)

- Oikawa (haikyuu)

- Spike (mlp)

- Gon (HxH)

- All might (mha)

- Sasara Narude (hypnosis mic)

- Shoya (a silent voice)

- Pitch (ROTG)

- Aketchi touma (sailki-k)

- Masaru daimon

- REM (Re:Zero)

- Link (breath of the wild)

- Mae Borowski (nitw)

- José baden (idv)

- Vlad masters/Plasmius

- Sunburst (mlp)

- Aesop Carl (idv)

- Lemon demon (fnf)

- Medic (tf2)

- Emmet (the Lego movie)

- Demyx (kingdom hearts)

- Mangle (fnaf)

- Hajime hinata (dr) ((again))

- Xefros (hiveswap)

- Nezuko kamado (demon slayer)

- Julian devorak (the arcana)

- Takumi hijirihara (dr killer killer)

- Toy Bonnie (fnaf)

- Luz (owl house)

- Louie duck (ducktales)

- Dagett beaver

- Ruby Harlonde (homestuck)

- Craig Tucker (South Park)

- Commander peepers (wander over yonder)

- Mime (happy tree friends)

- Jack Kennedy (day shift at Freddy’s)

- John egbert (homestuck) ((again))

- Lala (sanrio)

- Chesed (lobotomy corporation)

- Beetlejuice

- Kyouka jirou (mha)

- Liu woods (creepypasta)

- Steven quartz Universe (su)

- Pink pearl (su)

- Muffet (undertale)

- Damara megido (homestuck)

- Sonic

- Courage the cowardly dog

- Yaoyorozu Momo (mha)

- Yo shindo (mha)

- Ivor (minecraft story mode)

- Fluttershy (mlp)

- Gomez Addams (the addams family)

- Entrapta (she-ra)

- L Lawliet (death note)

- Heather Macnamara (heathers)

- Chibiusa (sailor moon)

- Ranpo Edogawa (bsd)

- Kirito (sao)

- Asuna (sao)

- Leafa (sao)

- Monomi

- The narrator (touch-tone telephone)

- Beetlejuice (the musical)

- Ingo (pkmn b/w)

- Elsa (frozen)

- Scooter (muppets)

- Henry Emily (fnaf)

- Blue pearl (su)

- Phoenix wright (ace attorney)

- Piers (pkmn sw/sh)

- Meliodas (sds)

- Phineas (phineas and ferb)

- Natsumi kuzuryuu (dr)

- Kou (tbhk)

- Yuta asahina (dr)

- Satan (obey me)

- Springbonnie (fnaf)

- Kiyotaka ishimaru (dr)

- Funtime Freddy (fnaf)

- Genocider syo (dr)

- Doctor doofenshmirts (paf)

- Barry (pkmn d/p/p)

- Show pony (the true lives of the fabulous killjoys)

- Party poison (the true lives of the fabulous killjoys)

- Isabella (paf)

- Davepetasprite^2 (homestuck)

- Circus baby (fnaf)

- Yoosung Kim (mystic messenger)

- Gladion (pkmn)

- Bendy (batim)

- Legoshi (beastars)

- Kyoko kirigiri (dr)

- Discord (mlp)

- Ochako uraraka (mha)

- The signless (homestuck)

- Pearl (su)

- Oboro shirakumo (mha)

- The grand highblood (homestuck)

- Dadbert/Mr. Egbert (homestuck)

- Toy Freddy (fnaf)

- AI Chiaki Nanami (dr)

- Pregame Shuichi Saihara (dr)

- Seiko (dr)

- Link (loz)

- Ryuk (death note)

- Franziska von Karma (ace attorney)

- Tails (sonic)

- Doc scratch (homestuck)

- Lloyd (ninjago)

- Tigress (kung foo panda)

- GLaDOS (portal)

- Chica (fnaf)

- Bo peep (toy story)

- Simon (infinity train)

- Henry stickman: revenged ending (Henry stickman)

- Plex the robot (yo gabba gabba)

- Touka satomi (magireco)

- Lucky guy (idv)

- Ennard (fnaf)

- Withered Bonnie (fnaf)

- Crying child (fnaf)

- Bonnie (fnaf)

- Alphys (undertale)

- Usagi Tsukino/Sailor moon (Sailor moon)

- Barney (Barney)

- Cream the rabbit (sonic)

- Hello Kitty (Sanrio)

- Trucy Wright (ace attorney)

- Yasuhiro Hagakure (dr)

- Tamaki Suho (ohshc)

- Konata Izumi (Lucky Star)

- Owen (Total Drama Island)

#kin #kinnie #kinning #queue #request list #important

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thedevilyk · 2 years

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request rules <3

fandoms !!

marvel

voltron

arcane

alice in borderland

star wars

supernatural

dc (kind of)

genshin impact

criminal minds

and probably more

genres !!

angst

fluff

horror

comfort

and maybe some spicy stuff

characters i’ll write for !!

marvel

tony stark

steve rogers

bucky barnes

scott lang

stephen strange

thor odinson

loki laufeyson

frank castle

matt murdock

elektra natchios

sam wilson

maria hill

hope van dyne

wanda maximoff

natasha romanoff

peter parker

karen page

voltron

keith kogane

lance mcclain

takashi shirogane

matthew holt

pidge holt

ryan kinkade

nadia rizavi

krolia

acxa

princess allura

coran

lotor

hunk garret

arcane

caitlyn

jinx

ekko

sevika

mel

viktor

jayce

grayson

vander

alice in borderland

shuntarō chishiya

ryōhei arisu

suguru niragi

mira kanō

yuzuha usagi

morizono aguni

daikichi karube

chōta segawa

hikari kuina

rizuna an

star wars

anakin skywalker

obi-wan kenobi

han solo

luke skywalker

boba fett

leia organa

rey

padmé amidala

qui-gon jinn

poe dameron

jyn erso

kylo ren

finn

din djarin

supernatural

dean winchester

sam winchester

castiel

gordon walked

ruby

harley quinn

barry allen

dick grayson

oliver queen

kara zor-el

jason todd

starfire

arthur curry

bruce wayne

jefferson pierce

leonard snart

lena luthor

cisco ramon

genshin impact

xiao

tartaglia

ayato

yae miko

raiden shogun

thoma

zhongli

kazuha

criminal minds

spencer reid

derek morgan

emily prentiss

jennifer jareau

aaron hotchner

david rossi

elle greenway

stephen walker

cat adams

penelope garcia

luke alvez

matthew simmons

things i will not write for !!

self harm

assault or abuse of any kind

pedophilia

formats !!

head canons

oneshots (600-1000+ words)

full on fics (if i have the motivation-)

blips (200-400 words)

#gender neutral y/n #x reader #oneshot #fanfic #arcane #angst #marvel #alice in borderland #dc #criminal minds #genhsin impact #voltron #request #fluff #comfort #supernatural #star wars

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madmen-ao3feed · 11 months

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Quick Oneshots/Crossovers - Part 50

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/godflVx

by CreativeLiterature

A collection of oneshots and/or crossovers which jump right into it.

Each chapter name mentions which fandoms it contains.

Words: 2908, Chapters: 18/18, Language: English

Series: Part 50 of Quick Oneshots/Crossovers

Fandoms: Real Person Fiction, Critical Role (Web Series) RPF, Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Final Fantasy X, Mad Men, 30 Rock, Marvel Cinematic Universe, Grand Theft Auto Series (Video Games), Emily in Paris (TV), Friends (TV), Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, The Brady Bunch Movie (1995), Mortal Kombat (Video Games), Dora the Explorer (Cartoon), RimWorld (Video Game), Deus Ex (Video Game 2000), Scary Movie (Movies), Downton Abbey, Jumanji (1995)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: Original Characters, Travis Willingham, Harry Potter, Oliver Wood, Ron Weasley, Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Marcus Flint, Yuna (Final Fantasy X Series), Tidus (Final Fantasy X Series), Kimahri Ronso, Lulu (Final Fantasy X Series), Henry Cavill, Peggy Olson, Joan Holloway (Mad Men), Stan Rizzo, Jane Siegel, Abby Flynn (30 Rock), Nick Fury, Gilderoy Lockhart, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Peter Parker, Emily Cooper (Emily in Paris), Joey Tribbiani, Ned Stark, Carol Brady, Mike Brady, Mileena (Mortal Kombat), Albus Dumbledore, Dolores Umbridge, Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Horace Slughorn, Dora Marquez (Dora the Explorer), Boots (Dora the Explorer), Lysa Tully Arryn, Petyr Baelish, Cersei Lannister, Jaime Lannister, Gunther Hermann, Anna Navarre, Cindy Campbell, Shorty Meeks, Brenda Meeks, Anthony Strallan, Cora Crawley

Additional Tags: Screenplay/Script Format

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/godflVx

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #mad men

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whattarush · 3 years

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is this not what happened

#buddie #buddieedit #buck x eddie #911 fox #911edit #911 oneshot #oliver stark #ryan guzman #9-1-1 #911 spoiler #myedit #mine: 911

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michelle-is-writing · 3 years

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Together, Evan Buckley

Word Count: 2k~

When Buck told me about him starting to have random pain in his legs, I told him he needed to slow down at work, but with him being a firefighter, it's hard to do exactly that. I also reminded him of his previous accident, and the fact that he wanted to wait to have the follow-up surgery despite everyone’s protests. He knows he needs to stop pushing himself; however, it's Buck we're talking about, and if he wants to do something, he'll do it.

Despite knowing Buck was going to have problems with his legs eventually, I was still panicked and worried when I got the phone call from his boss, Nash, saying that Buck was at the hospital being treated for blood clots in his legs. Rushing over to the hospital, I was relieved to see Buck awake and happily eating while Nash stayed beside him. The weight that was taken off my shoulders felt like an actual ton of bricks was removed, but once my eyes caught the sight of him smiling as if the bandages wrapped around his legs barely fazed him, I felt grateful for the friends he had and their quick reaction times.

"Oh, baby," I can't help myself as I rush forward and pull Buck into my arms. "You're okay," I murmur, nuzzling my face into his neck. I was holding myself back from freaking out on the way to the hospital, but now that I am here, I can't control the tears of relief trailing down my cheeks.

Despite barely having a second to realize what's going on, Buck doesn't hesitate in wrapping his arms around me and pulling me close to him, inevitably bringing me onto his hospital bed with him. "I'm okay," He tells me, turning his eyes up to mine with that same smile. Reaching his hands toward my face, Buck gently wipes away my tears before attaching his lips to mine for a few short seconds. "I'm okay," Buck repeats himself, sliding his hands down from my face and onto my hips, his favorite place to hold.

We haven't been dating for very long. Buck and I met only five months ago, but it feels like we've been dating for longer than that. We see each other nearly every day with either of us going to each other's apartments and just spending time with each other whenever we can. We already decided we're not going to move too fast in the relationship - that was established when we first decided to date. Plus, I know about Buck having an addiction to sex, and I don't want him to scrap all of the progress he's made toward stopping that addiction.

A minute passes of us holding each other before I speak up, my voice much calmer than before. "Buck, were they able to see what caused this?" I ask him, adjusting my knees on the bed to be more comfortable. "Did it have anything to do with the postponed surgery?"

"We don't know about that yet," Nash pipes up beside us, making me look over at him. His face is cast with concern, but I can tell he's trying to put a mask over it. He probably doesn't want Buck to become worried over his condition even more. "But, Buck," Nash starts, rising to his feet from the room's couch. "I would like to talk to you about what the nurses told me."

With a small nod, Buck gives me one last kiss to my cheek before standing and walking out of his room, albeit with careful and cautious steps. Staying on his hospital bed, I sigh and lean back against the pillows before shaking my head at his resilience toward staying still for two minutes. If he isn't standing, he's walking, and if he isn't walking, he's running. Despite his size and stature, I can’t help but be reminded of a hummingbird with him.

A few seconds pass before a nurse walks in with a clipboard in her hand. Seeing that Buck isn't in the room anymore, she scans her eyes around before seeing me and smiling. “Are you a family member?” She asks, making me nod unsurely, "Would you mind filling out his paperwork?" She further asks, walking toward me with papers and a pen held out. "I just need basic information for the room paperwork."

"Uh, sure, no problem," I tell her, taking the items from her hands and putting them in my lap. With a quick 'thanks,' she heads out of the room and back into the hallway, leaving me to fill out Buck's paperwork. Although, the thought, 'maybe he wouldn't want me to invade his privacy' crosses my mind. Would he have a problem with me filling out his paperwork?

Settling for leaving the questions that I can't answer blank, I begin writing everything down that I do know. I know his name, date of birth, basic health information, and contact information. I don't know things like his social security number, nor do I have the ability to sign his signature on the lines that need it, but I do have to say that I know a lot.

It kind of makes me smile when I realize just how much I know about Buck and how much he knows about me. We're pretty close in spite of only dating for a short amount of time, which is slightly surprising but still a great thing. I've never been in a relationship before where I feel like I've known the person for all my life. It's kind of scary to have these emotions, in all honesty. It's even scarier to realize just how much you love a person when you don't even know if they love you back in the first place.

Just as I place the clipboard on the side table for Buck to finish filling out, I'm greeted by him walking into the room with his hands in his hair and a stress filled face. Looking behind him, I don't find Nash following him, and looking back at Buck, I think I can see why. I've never seen Buck like this, but if he doesn't stop pacing the room, he might cause more issues for his legs.

"Buck, sit down," I tell him, moving back to the space I was in before so he can lay down. Buck looks at me, but he doesn't stop. In fact, he shakes his head at me. "You need to calm down and get off your legs," I add, growing more and more concerned with each second.

Immediately, Buck stops and stands toward me. "Don't tell me what to do!" He nearly yells, causing me to slightly jolt as my eyes widen. He's never raised his voice at me, nor have we ever gotten into an argument. Buck has always been patient and easy-going; whatever happened in the hall must've really affected him.

Choosing to stay calm and not yell back, I take a deep breath and speak up. "I'm not," I tell him, keeping eye contact with him. His cheeks flare with each breath he takes and his brows stay furrowed together as he simply stands across from me. "I'm simply telling you that you need to stop stressing yourself and sit down before you make your condition worse," I add, watching him visibly calm down in response to my slow words and gentle voice. "You're already in a hospital. What else do you want me to say?"

Ultimately, Buck averts his eyes to the ground as he moves his hands to rest against his sides. Deep breaths flow from his mouth as his chest moves up and down. He's trying to calm himself down, and I couldn't be more thankful.

"Please," I pipe up once more, keeping my voice low. "Come over here with me, baby. Slow down your breathing, and calm yourself."

Only a few seconds pass before Buck flicks his hands in the air and rushes toward me. "I'm sorry," he apologizes, lowering himself to his knees on the ground as he places his head in my lap. "I just..." he starts, letting out a sigh while shaking his head. "Please hold me."

Immediately, I lean over him and place my hands under his shoulders; however, I don't have to help pull him up as he nearly hops onto the bed with me, forcing me to lie back as he lays his body on top of mine. Doing as he wishes, I wrap one arm around his torso as I lay the other one across his upper back and rest my hand atop his head. This only encourages him to nuzzle his face into my neck with his mouth next to my ear and forehead pressed against the top of my head. Buck's arms hold me tight to him as if he were afraid to let go, and now that I feel his chest pressed against mine, I can feel his heart beating a mile a minute.

"I've worked hard for this," Buck speaks up, his voice slow and calculated. He's trying to figure out what to say - what he's feeling. "this is the thing I love doing. I don't want to stop, and I really don't want a desk job," he explains, giving me a hint at what Bobby may have said to him. "It just feels like all the things I love are being stripped away from me, all except you," he confesses, his voice now a tone lighter rather than the deep octave he usually has. "Please don't leave me."

It's only then that Buck's words set in. With wide eyes, my hand on his head halts moving through his hair. "Am I...?" I begin asking, the words sitting on the tip of my tongue. Looking over at Buck, I see him staring back at me expectantly, albeit at a slightly awkward angle with the way we're lying. "Am I something you love?"

With that, Buck moves to sit up a little while I remain lying down on the reclined bed. Buck's face stays mere inches away from mine as his focused eyes stay glued to mine. "Can I be honest with you?" He finally asks, his lighter voice returning once again.

"Of course," I tell him instantly, furrowing my eyebrows in mild confusion. "you've never not been able to be honest with me before... I hope."

Buck smiles. "No, I haven't," he admits, ones of his arms sliding from my waist to rest his hand against my hip once more. "yeah, I do love you - a lot," Buck admits with a small nod. My heart nearly bursts out of my chest with his confession. "When we met, it was when all of this first started,"

"I didn't plan on dating anyone for a while after Ali left since I didn't think anyone would stay with me for the same reasons she left me for, nor did I feel like I deserved anyone who would stay with me," he further confesses, making me frown. I didn't know he felt that way. "but then, you came along, and I knew I was yours instantly. There was no going back, and I wasn't even scared,"

With that, I smile with a deep blush on my cheeks as I bite my lip. I felt the same way when we met, and I had no clue he did too. "Why do you stay?" He asks, lying back down on top of me with his head now angled up at mine from my chest. "You've heard the doctors, you've gone with me to appointments, and you're here now," he states, "Why?"

Overall, it takes me a few seconds to answer him, and with my hand resting against the side of his face, I smile again. "Because I love you too," I whisper, "We will get through this together - don't worry," I assure him, moving down to kiss his forehead. Although, instead of kissing him there, Buck moves his head up just right to meet my lips with his, and as we both smile at the gentle meeting of our lips, I know what I said is true. We will get through this - together.

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Chrysanthemums // Evan Buckley

IN WHICH: Reader finds herself fleeing her home, friends and family in Austin, Texas for safety in Los Angeles. Yearning for false safety the nightmare follows her move across the country but with the help of new faces can she survive a devastating situation?

Warnings: Swearing, violence, stalking, blood, injuries, car accident, lots of angst and some fluff (it’s there I promise)

Words: 7.3k

A/N: I’m back from dead thanks to @merceret and the new season of 911. This is a darker tone than I normally so please read the warnings before deciding to continue.

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It could be seen as ironic how the one place you felt the safest had become tarnished so swiftly and suddenly. Years of experience barely held your sanity together as you stared down the barrel of a gun so much like yours. You could count on one hand how many times you’d been on this end of a gun, and you hated it just as much.

“Please put the gun down.” You schooled your expression from showing the fear that would further feed the person’s power. Your hands continued to be raised at your side, keeping your eyes on the armed assailant.

You’d fallen asleep on the couch after waking up sick. At first, you thought the noise that had roused you was part of your dream. It hadn’t been. It was the person behind the flowers and the odd feeling of being watched.

You should have taken Judd’s offer, but you didn’t want to put Grace in danger. You also didn’t want to take time off work to travel back to Austin. Not after you thought this chapter of your life was closed. You’d even considered being able to stop attending the support group for victims of stalking and violence.

“Why wouldn’t you let it go? Let him go.” The voice that carried the grief-stricken words was unsteady as the shaking hand, “Why didn’t he get to survive?”

Some Time Prior

There was a pep in your step that contradicted the typical attitude you had when you walked through the doors of your job. Your eyes immediately met your former patrol partner holding two distinct cups by your desk.

“Detective Ryder.” Carlos put an emphasis on the newly minted title you carried for the third week.

You’d been paired with Carlos from the moment he joined the APD fresh out of the police academy. It had been an instant partnership that evolved into the best friendship you’d ever had. By the time he shed the rookie status, you’d become a very successful duo.

He became the fifth brother but instead of being overprotective like Judd and the other three. Instead of standing in front shielding you, Carlos stood tall by your side as your backup if you needed help. Of course, he sometimes overstepped, but that was innate in him to protect the people he cared for.

Unfortunately, a month prior, you’d been offered a promotion from patrol to a detective, which you’d kept under wraps. Then, during a family dinner with the Reyes’ Gabriel had let it slip.

“I stopped in at the station to interrogate a suspect in a now-closed case. Happened to pass along the good news.” Ranger Gabriel spoke, meeting your eyes, “Congratulations and a toast are in order.”

Your eyes widened as the seasoned law enforcement revealed the news you’d been conflicted over.

“Congratulations?” Carlos repeated, confused, “We haven’t done anything outstanding. Patrol’s been quiet other than keeping Michelle from being arrested again.”

“Y/N’s been promoted to detective Carlitos,” Gabriel announced before he carefully regarded the tense posture of his son and the best friend turned daughter.

Mr and Mrs Reyes had adored you like the daughter they never had from the moment Carlos had introduced you.

“What?” Carlos inquired, turning his confused brown irises to meet your guilty ones. Instead of being upset, Carlos jumped up to pull you from your chair into his arms, “Congratulations!”

Your brows furrowed, “You’re not mad?”

“Mad? You finally got the promotion you deserve since that accidental trespasser case!” Carlos leaned back to beam more, “Good thing I’m confident we’re more like siblings than co-workers.”

“But I’m not sure if I want to take the job.”

“No way. You’re taking it! You didn’t work that hard to turn this down.”

You’d feared the dynamic with Carlos would change as soon you outranked him, but it didn’t. Even if he still wore the patrol uniform like you wore civilian clothing, it still felt the same. You still did wake up nervous about what to wear as a female detective, but you stayed with the basics.

You wore dark jeans paired with a casual light grey long sleeve shirt with the sleeves pushed to your outfit. You may have taken advice from your family friend JJ working up in DC with the BAU. JJ found it amusing how you were acting like a teenage girl choosing her outfit for the first day of school.

“You on break or something?” You questioned Carlos with one hand cupped around the coffee cup. The seasoned officer shrugged as he followed you towards your desk.

Carlos’ mouth opened to respond but snapped shut, “Are you seeing someone and didn’t tell me?”

Your eyes darted from him to the gift sitting on the mostly bare desk. You had a suspicion the vase holding the flowers belonged to the receptionist Sophie. Her wife and daughter would send flowers often enough she kept two vases on standby.

“Not serious enough to have flowers.” You mumbled, snatching the card tucked into the bouquet, “No name. Just says it’s for me. Maybe one of my brothers sent it to congratulate me.”

“They are beautiful,” Carlos commented with a certain glint in his eye that he refused to show you. He had a weird feeling in the pit of his stomach that something was off.

If you were seeing anyone, how did they know where to send the flowers? As law enforcement, you kept mum about things for safety, and both of you were private people for entirely different reasons.

Ultimately you brushed it off. Something that you’d come to regret later.

Once a month, you’d walk to your desk to find flowers waiting for you in a vase courtesy of Sophie. The helpful receptionist was more than happy to supply her extra vase. You’d appreciate it if the flowers would stop because it was hard enough being a detective, let alone a female detective, with the prying eyes of your co-workers. Still, unfortunately, Sophie had told you that the flowers were delivered via courier.

“You don’t find it off that you’ve been getting monthly flowers for the last four months without any hint as to who or why?” TK questioned. The firefighter turned paramedic had become a staple in your friend group.

Hailing originally from New York City, the paramedic had stolen Carlos’ heart, unlike any previous guy he was seeing. You knew from the minute Carlos brought TK to your weekly Sunday dinner that it was the One. There was a little sadness knowing that you weren’t the most important person in Carlos life now, but you gladly stepped aside for someone like TK. The two deserved every bit of happiness they could find. Even if you didn’t work together, you and Carlos joked that you were work spouses. TK loved joining in on the joke, too, since he saw the wordless ease you two had with each other.

“Not really. It’s just flowers.” You shrugged, “All I know is that none of the Ryder women sent them. Said they kept quiet about the promotion to surprise me with a party.”

“Okay, so your family didn’t send them. Carlos didn’t, and of course, I didn’t know you at that time. You should keep an eye out, at least. I heard some thi-”

“Don’t go putting ideas with her head, babe.” Carlos informed his partner with a teasing grin, “She has enough trouble remembering her keys. Been forgetting to tell me she’s not single.”

“He still thinks I’m seeing someone.” You stage whispered to TK to bug your best friend, “Can’t stand being so disgustingly in love he thinks I’ll become a spinster.”

Carlos pointed the spatula in your direction, “No way. I didn’t say a spinster. I just said a cat lady.”

The officer ducked when your hand threw a chocolate chip in his direction with a snort of indignation.

“I offer to make cookies as a housewarming gift, and this is the thanks I get”, You huffed, but it was all in good fun, “I think the flowers are harmless, but I’ll be vigilant.”

“We can’t lose you.” The couple softly informed you, equally concerned. Two sets of eyes, one pair green and the other brown, watched you take in the twin statement.

Once again, despite loved ones voicing their concern, you brushed the odd monthly gifts to the back of your mind. But, you’d come to get that feeling Carlos felt every time he saw the flowers on your desk or when you mentioned to TK you needed to wash the vase.

“Sorry I got held up on a call,” Carlos spoke as he jogged over in his civilian clothing. Right behind him was the brunette receptionist.

Sophie gently set the blue speckled vase on the corner of your desk adjacent to the picture of your parents on your high school graduation. The brunette’s full lips flattened with a hum flowing from her mouth.

“These arrived later than usual,” Carlos commented, gently caressing the petal of a rose. It was the first time you’d received black roses.

“No, I was caught up with some filing, but they arrived at the same time.” Sophie inserted but instead of returning to her desk, she lingered. It wasn’t typical of the soft-edged woman, but she couldn’t hold her tongue any longer, “I just think it strange.”

“What’s strange?”

“Well, my wife owns the flower shop that her family had owned for generations. Lily can be impeccable with organizing her supplies, but she’s terrible with the paperwork. So every Sunday, when Lily’s teaching our daughter about flowers, I do the paperwork. I’ve caught pieces here and there since I first went to the shop.” Sophie’s eyes softened merely at the mention of her little family she adored so much. You’d met them in passing at a BBQ a few years ago.

“And what does that have to do-”

“Well, the first month, it was hyacinths. Then it was orchids for the next two months. The last batch was chrysanthemum, and now it’s roses. Black roses, to be specific.” Sophie gnawed on her lip as she saw that her words were registering but not the concern she deeply had, “Flowers have meanings.”

“Roses mean romance.”

“Not always. All of the flowers Y/N’s had gotten aren’t associated with love.”

“Spit it out.” You snapped, unable to take the tension slowly building in yourself.

“All of them can be associated with grief, mourning or death.” Sophie softly spoke as if to soften the blow, “I’ve been personally delivering them because I’m worried. I thought maybe you lost someone, but you’ve put in no request for leave.”

Your eyes met Carlos’ in pure horror. You couldn’t believe how stupid you were to not consider the danger with these gifts. This wasn’t so little secret admirer or someone being grateful. This was someone that had a motive that had you in the middle.

“Oh my god.” You murmured, staring at the flowers. A deep feeling of dread crept up your body, bringing goosebumps and chills with it.

Your best friend gently led you out of the busy room of officers to a secluded hallway with Sophie accompanying you both. Carlos stepped into cop mode while you slipped into a state you associated with victims.

“Was there any indication of what shop the flowers come from?”

“No. I don’t have to sign for them. It’s always a courier. No marking would differentiate the shop from any other one in the city. It’s just a generic note nestled in the petals with only detective Y/N’s name on it.

“We need access to the cameras in the entryway and outside the main doors,” Carlos demanded with an arm reaching around your shoulders. At some point, you had checked out from the then and now, “I have TK coming to pick you up. You need to go home, but I want you to be with TK. He’s off today and a paramedic.”

“The fl-”

“No. You’re gonna go to my place and calm down. Let me deal with this. I need to do this.” Carlos sternly told you with his jacket now wrapped around your shoulders to conserve body heat.

It didn’t feel like you were in Texas. Instead, it felt like you were in the middle of a snowstorm in the coldest state possible. A sickness curdled the breakfast in your stomach, not unlike the feeling you had when your mother got sick and passed away.

“Hey! Hey. Take a deep breath.” Another set of sets cupped your wrist. The flash of green eyes was the only hint that TK was there and taking your vitals, “What the hell is going on.”

“Our worst nightmare.” Carlos hissed, stepping aside when Owen appeared, “What’s your dad doing here?”

“Cheering him up. Bonding. Whatever you want to call it.” TK waved it off, “Dad can you take her vitals. I need to talk with Carlos.”

Owen merely nodded before he stepped into TK’s spot. Carlos dragged his boyfriend out of your earshot with fear now pouring off him.

“The flowers. I knew something was wrong! Why didn’t I do something sooner.” Carlos shoved his hands over his face. The normally collected police officer was shaking.

“Because we didn’t want it to be true.” TK tugged the shaking hands to hold tight in his, “It’s different when it’s someone you love and not a victim. We can brush it off when we take out our uniform, but it changes everything when you know that person.”

“I-I don’t know what to do.”

“Triage it.” TK spoke, “Dad and I take her to our place. You look at the evidence. Then we’ll make a plan when you get home. She’s got, people. Her family. She has us.”

Owen had managed to guide you from the bench to the truck before joining the boys, “So I managed to get some information from her.”

Your eyes stayed pinned on the streets going over the last few months for anything out of the ordinary. The little things you brushed off as being part of your job didn’t seem so minor. The weird feeling you got in the smoothie bar TK dragged you to in order to plan a date for Carlos. You swore someone had been staring, but when you looked up, they weren’t. You pinned it as paranoia and your senses.

The time you were responding to a call of a domestic dispute. You’d seen a brown beige car. A car you vaguely recalled driving by the day you took Grace shopping.

What kind of detective were you? Missing all these weird events.

“So we’re operating under the assumption that detective Ryder has a stalker?” Owen questioned, tilting his head to look at the silent woman in his truck, “You do know how these stalker cases go, right?”

“We’re lucky Sophie knows about flowers. I don’t want to even imagine how we would have found out about the stalker.” Carlos mumbled, crossing his arms, “We should tell Judd because she won’t tell him. She’ll keep it from her family.”

“She literally has a cop best friend, an entire parcel of firefighters, a Texas Ranger on speed dial and a connection with the FBI.” TK grumbled, copying Carlos’ posture but continued when his eyes met his father, “She’s like you.”

“Suffer in silence and solitude. Ooh boy, you got some fun with that.” Owen breathed with a slight frown on his face. TK couldn’t help himself but roll his eyes at his father.

Carlos had gone out of his way to be the best house guest he could be to fend off the bitter cold shoulder he’d been receiving. All had been well until yesterday morning when your captain had called you into her office not three minutes after arriving at your desk.

“It’s come to my attention you’ve become the target of an unknown stalker.” The tall authoritarian Captain Reagan commanded every room she entered. Despite being strict and stern, the captain had a soft spot. She sat on the corner of her desk in front of you.

“Just some flowers.”

“And you’ve raised concern over a car you’ve seen around the city.” The Irish-American supplied with a single dark eyebrow raised, “You know stalkers work, Detective Ryder. How unpredictable each one is even with the usual routine.”

“Nothing I can’t handle.” You tried to brush it off, but the captain refused to let you do that. Her eyebrows raised, “I have a gun, badge and instincts. I’ll be fine.”

“That hasn’t stopped stalkers from being dangerous creeps. I get how difficult it can be for a woman in this career. But don’t risk your safety to prove yourself when you don’t have to.”

Your e/c eyes raised to meet her blue eyes filled with understanding.

“Until further notice, you’ll be designated desk duty and working during the day.” Captain Reagan stood up to circle around in order to sit on her desk chair. Her hand raised before you could even protest, “I may be a hard ass, but I care about all my officers. A stalker is the reason I decided to become a cop.”

“Who-”

“You have a group of concerned people. Now I’m sure you have paperwork to catch up on.”

No flowers were waiting at your desk when you returned from talking with Captain Reagan, but the fear had lessened to make room for anger. You’d gone above and beyond to follow the stipulations Carlos and Ranger Reyes had deplored you for. As a result, you were more vigilant, had Carlos camping out in your living room and made hourly texts to a group chat.

Yet somehow, your captain had been informed of the situation. And you knew only one person that would cross the line.

You managed to keep your temper in check during your workday by throwing yourself into the paperwork that had built up. Your demeanour was enough to keep Sophie at bay. However, you just about blew up when you wandered out to the parking lot where Carlos’ department car idled beside your vehicle.

Carlos winced upon seeing the withering glare you pinned against him. He waited just until you were in your car. Then, you locked the car doors before Carlos drove off to finish his shift with an emphasis.

Carlos fully anticipated a hostile argument the moment he walked into the house he was temporarily crashing in. He hadn’t expected to walk into a moderately quiet home with the sound of soft music playing in the background. He could pick you out in the kitchen with your laptop opened. His mouth opened.

“The blinds are closed.” You grumbled, keeping your eyes on the open document. If you were being held in hiding, you might as well figure out who was stalking you.

“I-”

“Might as well keep me in the basement.” You laid a lot of snark in your words. You twirled on the barstool at the island to stare at your best friend, “What the hell were you thinking going to Reagan without telling me?”

“I’m worried.”

“So you decide to have me pulled into desk duty? You know by doing that, I’m gonna get stuck in my head freaking out about this person?”

“You’re safer surrounded by officers!” Carlos raised his voice.

“But giving me a strict schedule the stalker can hone in on? I was safer out on the streets because my routine wasn’t structured!” You shouted back, dropping your hands to smack against the counter, “You’re treating me like some house flower! I am trained! I’m a fucking detective Carlos!”

The usually calm and collected Reyes man copied your movement by slamming his hands against the marble counter. Equally frustrated, he lost control of his emotions.

“BUT YOU’RE HUMAN!” Carlos finally snapped under the worry of losing the girl who had become family, “YOU’RE NOT AN INDESTRUCTIBLE PERSON!”

Your shoulders slouched as you took in the actual appearance of your best friend. The bags under his eyes matched yours, and he looked like he’d aged in the past few months. You’re so worried about still having a life you looked past the struggle this scenario caused your friend.

“You’re the closest person I have to a sister. Your approval of TK was what I needed. You’re kinda the ‘meet the parents’ person for me.” Carlos sighed, pinning his brown eyes on yours, “I don’t want a stalker to rip you from my life. I want to grow old with my best friend.”

Your mouth parted to speak.

“...what?” came the soft words from a third party in the entryway of the kitchen.

Carlos and you both swivelled to find Grace standing with the jacket she’d forgotten from a get together last week. Behind her was your big brother Judd.

“Oh fuck me.” You groaned, slamming your head onto the counter. Today was definitely a shitty day, from being placed on desk duty to fighting with Carlos and now your overprotective brother hearing.

“You have a stalker?” Judd demanded, sidestepping Grace to move closer to the island. His blue eyes narrowing, “And by the sounds of it, it’s something that’s been going on for a while.”

“Either you tell him, or I will,” Carlos stated with his arms now crossed over his chest. His foot reached out to tug one of the bar stools out for Grace.

A huff from your lips, “The last couple months I’ve been getting flowe-”

“-death flowers-”

“Not necessary!” You hissed to your best friend, “As I was saying, flowers have been delivered to the station. Whoever it is sends a courier from a flower shop with terrible cameras and pays only in cash. Took forever to track down the flower shop.”

“And you didn’t think to tell me?” Judd questioned slowly as if he was wondering about the mental state you had. Carlos slowly shook his head in response.

“Judd...you have a certain...uh reaction to certain things.”

“Is this about your high school boyfriend?” Judd’s blue eyes flickered as if recalling that time in your life he detested, “I might have overreacted.”

“You tackled him. On school property.” You blandly spoke, turning to Grace, “You understand, right?”

“I’m an only child.” Grace smiled once more, reminding you and Judd that she didn’t have the same look on life when it came to siblings, “But you should have told us. I love you, Y/N but I think you should have told us. That way, we know what to look for when we’re out, or so I could have our bible study pray for you.”

“Just don’t tell Dad. I’m sure by the time I wake up tomorrow morning, the rest of the Ryder kids will know. I guess the upside is that Carlos can stop crashing on my couch.”

“But you have a guest room….” Grace’s face twisted as she trailed off in confusion.

“But the living room has eyesight to the locked windows big enough to slid in and the front door.” Carlos and Judd responded together with an odd look shared between each other. And you knew at that moment that they were already making a plan to rotate staying on the couch.

“Can we just go about your lives? Grace, you’re wearing date night lipstick. Where’s the caveman taking you?”

Grace dove into the date she and Judd had been trying to plan for the last month, but last minute things came up. You pretended that Judd was talking about sports with Carlos when they weren’t successful in planning to keep you safe.

“Hey Carlos...seriously go home. You’ve crashing here for too long. TK probably misses you.” You informed your best friend as soon as Judd had swept Grace out the door to their date.

“I have seen him.” Carlos spoke, barely lifting his eyes off the tablet in his lap, “He was over this morning when you had left for work.”

“Oh god.” You breathed, staring at the couch set up for another night.

“You’re couch is safe. We went on a run.”

“OH GROSS!” You nearly shouted, “Not my shower.”

“Didn’t make it to the shower.” Carlos smirked as soon as your eyes widened hearing that, “I told TK you wouldn’t mind if he crashed here, but he doesn’t want to step on any toes.”

You bit your lip, “Why don’t you invite him over or go back to your apartment with him? I’ll be fine, Carlos. I promise to keep everything locked and the alarm on.”

“...it has been a while. No stops?”

“To work and back with a text. Promise.” You firmly told him with a smile that, paired with the feeling of missing TK convinced him.

Just got home. Alarm is on. Enjoy your date with TK.

You didn’t bother hanging around your phone waiting for a response from Carlos, given how long it had been since he’d been home. To ease Judd’s mind, you’d actually drove to Seguin to stay with your father so Carlos could stay with TK.

“Hm, where’s that recipe I saved.” You mumbled, thumbing through the saved tabs on your phone’s booklist. Dad had left to visit a friend in the hospital following a surgery.

Your night plan was to cook a new recipe Grace had shared with your family and listen to music. Nothing strenuous or annoy your loved ones. But things change. Especially when your phone lets you know it’s about to die.

“Phone charger.” You mumbled, scouring the usual place you stored it, “Shit. I took it to work. Forgot to replace my work one.”

Your teeth gnawed on your lip, trying to decide your next course of action. If you didn’t have a phone, it would worry your family. On the other hand, if you went to buy one, it would greatly annoy people.

“There and back.” You mumbled, grabbing your car keys from the bowl on the counter. You sent a quick message to Carlos before hustling to the car.

There and back. To the store that you usually went to. There wasn’t a charger for your phone in the house, and you desperately needed one.

You didn’t follow the normal way to the store you’d have taken but instead made it a longer trip. Your eyes flickered between the mirrors and the road. In a split second, time slowed down.

What was supposed to be a short trip turned into something horrific for the poor soul in the driver seat. From an outsider’s position, the beige generic sedan forcefully slammed into the back of the car. The sound of squealing tires and an intense scent of burning rubber.

An older man watched as the car in front lost control before rolling twice. Finally, the car came to a stop with the ceiling of the car on the ground.

Your vision blurred with the sweat and blood dripping off your face. Everything hurt. You barely comprehended what had happened. A paramedic coaxed you back into the present time with words you couldn’t decipher.

“Someone-”

“Sh. Let’s focus on you.

“Not accident.” You grumbled delirious from the pain medication the paramedic had given you. Black overtook your vision for what felt like years, and a split second wrapped into one.

“Carl! We have a broken radius! Possibly multiple ribs fractured. Concussion and abrasions! Lost a lot of blood.” The paramedic called to her partner, checking a man who literally dove out of the way.

You become unresponsive as soon as they manoeuvred you onto the gurney. Indecipherable words grumbled from your lips.

Time didn’t exist as you went from the crushed car to the operating room with high hopes of survival. Over an hour away in Austin, Texas, at 540 Lynnwood Avenue, a young couple cuddled on the couch. Carlos hadn’t felt this content in so long. He needed this. You needed this.

“Are you heading back to Y/N’s house?” TK asked quietly as if talking loud would burst the love bubble they had. Carlos’ answer was a kiss to the firefighter’s forehead, “I missed this.”

“Me too.” Carlos sighed, leaning further back into the couch. The position they were in was so comfortable the couple fell asleep on the couch. While they slept contently, you spent your night on the operating table and then in recovery.

“TK. TK, get up!” Carlos yelled, yanking his shirt over his torso while simultaneously shoving his shoes on, “Please wake up.”

TK groaned from his position, “Hm, Babe?”

“We gotta get to the hospital! Y/N was flown to Austin from the hospital in Seguin. Judd called me. It’s bad.”

Carlos barely followed the speed limit the entire way to the hospital while TK held his tongue in check. He didn’t need to urge Carlos to go faster, nor did he want to distract his boyfriend.

TK moved quicker than he did on a call finding the group in the waiting room, “What happened?”

Judd’s leg bounced up and down in sync with the clenching of his fists. Spread around the room was the rest of the Ryder kids. Most of the 126 had found their way into the waiting room as time went along.

“She went for a phone charger. Someone forced her off the road. She was transferred to Austin when she was stable. Went straight back into surgery. All we know is she’s lucky she survived the crash.” Grace softly informed the newcomers. Her hand had found its way to clasp Judd’s hand tightly.

“It’s a waiting game.”

Not long after, the group was informed you were both stable and in recovery along with the spiel of injuries. Each one listed deepened the sickness in Judd’s stomach because he couldn’t protect you.

“Hey.” You murmured as Judd and Carlos made their way to the chairs set up on each side of your hospital bed.

“How are you feeling?” Carlos questioned, scanning the cuts on your body, some hidden underneath the cast of your arm.

“Scared. They tracked me down. I think someone was there. I heard a voice, but I can’t remember it.”

The blood in Judd’s veins froze hearing the confirmation of the suspicion, he thought. The stalker had escalated, and nothing ended well with a stalker.

“She needs to get as far away from Austin as possible. That sick freak got her personal phone number. He texted her a picture of her house!” TK pointed his finger directly at the Texan, trying to veto his suggestion.

“No! I can protect her. I can take leave from work, and we’ll go to Seguin.” Judd exclaimed, throwing his hands on his hips, “You have no right to tell me where she should go.”

“He got her address, Judd. That’s nothing compared to finding where she grew up. The first place he’d look for is her childhood home. He drove her off the road in Seguin!” Carlos breathed, exhausting over keeping an eye on his best friend and continuing to search for whoever was terrorizing you.

“Plus, he did put her in a hospital not even a week ago!” TK exclaimed, recounting the terror of getting the phone call that you’d been in a car accident.

You’d been hit from behind on your way home from running to the store. Your car had rolled twice and come down to rest on the roof with the wheels in the air. You’d only been saved by your seatbelt, but you did tell Carlos that you vaguely remember someone crouching by the broken window, a hand caressing your arm and a whispered voice you couldn’t remember. The scent of lavender and roses was barely found with the putrid smells of the crash. The concussion paired with the broken ribs, arm and abrasions had wiped your memory of the accident. Only flickers of getting hit and waking up to paramedics remained.

“She’s my baby sister.” Judd’s voice broke in the middle of his sentence, “I promised her when she was born to protect her. I taught her how to ride a bike. I showed her how to throw a right hook. I dropped everything when her boyfriend stood her up at prom.”

“And I love you for that.” Your voice crooned from the guest bedroom, “But they’re right, Judd. I’m not safe in Austin. Or Texas in general.”

Judd’s hands dropped his hand to his sides as he took in your appearance. You had bags under your eyes from not sleeping. You looked pale and exhausted with fear in the shadows of your eyes. The bruises had begun to fade, and the stitches dissolved, but the fear remained.

“I need my big brother to stay here. To act like I’m still in Austin. That way, I can get away to someplace safe.”

“But where will you go?” Grace whispered from right beside you. Other than using the bathroom, they hadn’t left you alone.

“I might have an idea,” TK spoke with a bit of a smile on his face. His eyes left you to find the frame of Mateo standing in the kitchen making a sandwich.

The multiple eyes on Mateo had him looking up, “What? Crime makes me hungry.”

“Is your cousin still in jail, Mateo? In Los Angeles.”

“Marvin? He got out a while back. He mentors at-risk youth now. He lets the young ones choose his hair colour too.” Mateo grinned in response to the question of his cousin. He had some troubles, but he’d overcome them.

And that’s how you found yourself a year after the first bunch of flowers in Los Angeles. Little communication with your family and friends. Only Judd and Carlos knew your address to ensure it wasn’t found.

You’d kept mum on the reason you had moved from Texas, even from your boyfriend you’d met on a call. In the time since you left, you’d joined SWAT with the David-Team and become close with a group of friends you’d met through someone from your support group.

It was a moment of understanding with Howard Han at one of the meetings for victims involved in stalking cases. Chimney described himself as collateral damage, and you still didn’t know what to call yourself.

Through Chimney, you’d met Buck, a firefighter you’d seen at a scene a few years back and promptly began dating. He knew the skeleton of the events back in Texas until you felt that same sensation of being watched. He’d been upset being kept in the dark but understood you wanted to leave that in the past.

“Babe! We gotta go!” Buck called out from the living room of the shared apartment. He’d characteristically finished getting ready before you.

His blue gaze found your form leaning against the stars in a state that genuinely defined green with sickness. Your face was clammy, and your eyes glazed over.

“Whoa, are you okay?” Buck questioned, jumping to his feet to keep you from falling.

“I don’t feel good. I’m gonna stay home. Please go to the party.” You moaned, leaning against his chest. You’d felt like shit the last few days after babysitting a sick Christopher so Eddie could go to work.

“You sure?”

You hummed in response to the question, too tired to verbally respond. Buck took the time to make your favourite drink and tuck you into the couch.

The event was held at the 118 station house to celebrate Albert’s officially becoming a firefighter with passing colours. He’d been in a conversation when May wandered over to Athena and him.

“Buck, someone dropped these off for you,” May spoke, handing over the beautiful bouquet of chrysanthemums and hyacinths.

“Who wou-...” Buck cut himself off, recalling a meaningful conversation and the things you’d told him.

“Don’t get me flowers. I’d come to work to find a bouquet of flowers monthly.”

“-Flowers have meanings. Some mean romance, some mean friendship, and there’s some that are associated with death.”

“-Chrysanthemums and hyacinths are some of the flowers. According to a website I found chrysanthemums are only used in funeral arrangements in European culture.”

“If I see a bouquet, I’ll know I’m not safe.”

Buck’s breathing stuttered, piecing the puzzle together, “Athena, we need to go. She’s in trouble.”

“You got that from flowers?”

Athena went silent at the seriousness painted clearly on the younger man’s face, “Let’s get going. Call 911 and giving them a description and make sure to tell them Sergeant Grant is on her way.”

Present Day

“Why wouldn’t you let it go? Let him go.” The voice that carried the grief-stricken words was unsteady as the shaking hand, “Why didn’t he get to survive?”

The anguish froze you more than who stood in front of you. The entire emotions that came with the stalking, the car accident, the flowers and now your stalker in Los Angeles.

“Just put the gun down, and we can talk about this.” Every attempt to cajole stripped a layer of the character this person had pretended to be.

The person started pacing back and forth, “It had been a bigger mess. Sales had dropped, and we were trying to scrape enough money together. I was so stressed between working and parenting that I barely had time to eat.”

A whimper fell from her lips, “It wasn’t supposed to happen. She was supposed to be safe.”

“The car acc-”

“NO!” She screamed, waving the gun around, “He murdered my baby. He drove my wife to end her life. He took all my love, but you took everything from me.”

“How did I do that.”

“You let him go.” She sobbed, bending over, “You helped him. No jail time. No probation.”

“Sophie...what happened that day was a freak accident. He was sober, coherent and following the road laws. Your daughter-”

“-Rachel.”

“Rachel didn’t see the truck. Your wife tried to save her, and it’s horrible what happened, but you can’t focus on that.”

“I had to sell the flower shop to pay the medical bills. That was a piece of family history. If my wife wakes up, what do I tell her? That Rachel died on the operating table, and I sold the one thing she loved almost as much as Rachel?”

The poor woman had been through the wringer. But it made sense how she was the stalker all along. As a receptionist, Sophie would know your schedule change, your home address, who’d be staying with you, your transfer, all because she played the sweet role of a concerned friend. She’d done which angles needed to avoid the security cameras too.

“She’ll never forgive me.” Sophie sobbed, raising the gun back to you, “There’s no way we can pay off-”

“NO!” You yelled when Sophie changed from pointing the gun at you to pointing it at her temple, “This isn’t the answer.”

You tackled her in a moment of instinct solely. The bang sounded in the room as you wrestled for control of the gun. The distracted assailant didn’t notice the group break into the apartment through all entry points. A deafening bang came from a flash-bang grenade meant to disorient suspects.

The fight ended abruptly. Two bodies laid motionless in the middle of the living room. Only silence followed.

“No.” Buck brokenly spoke, wrenching himself out of the grasp of some officer to fall on his knees beside your prone frame.

Your eyes were closed. Splatters of red covered your bright cable knit sweater. Tears streaked his cheeks, trying to cajole you back in the world he desperately needed you in.

“Come back to me, baby.” Buck murmured against your cheek, “I can’t lose you. You’re my future. My everything. You’re the coffee in the morning and the warmth of a fire on a cold winter night.”

“Buck-”

“No!” Buck exclaimed to your swat team hovering around him.

“Sir, you need to let us do our job.” The lead paramedic informed the distraught firefighter. Hondo and Luca tugged him out of the way, “We got a steady pulse. I think she passed out from the shock, maybe the brutal fight.”

“Is she gonna live?”

“My professional opinion is yes.” The paramedic replied, switching his gaze to the other body in a similar position but different status, “Her, however….”

“She’s gone.” Said the other paramedic with a forlorn expression because regardless of the events leading to it, death is still terrible and sad for all people. A criminal is no different in the loss of life.

“Who is she?” Buck demanded, glancing at the dead body of the stalker.

“This is thirty-five-year-old Sophie Malten, a receptionist for the Austin Police Department. Wife owned a flower shop. Her family was involved in a pedestrian-car accident two years ago. Wife’s been in a coma ever since, and their eight-year-old daughter died in the emergency room from internal injuries.” Deacon informed Buck with a devastating expression thinking of a kid that died before they got to really live.

“Oh my god.” Buck breathed, taken aback at hearing the name. You’d positively spoken of Sophie many times.

“Buck…” You murmured, sitting up.

“I’m here, sweetheart.”

“Is she-”

“You’re safe now.”

His words broke through the dam of emotions you’d bottled up. You sobbed hard through giving a statement to the police. You grieved for yourself, but you also grieved for the woman who was desperate and in pain. You grieved for Sophie.

Over time you recovered with the help of therapy and talking with Maddie, who understood how it felt killing someone in self-defence. You took a vacation for a weekend to travel back to Texas to see your family. Buck tagged along with a guest as well.

“You okay?” Buck questioned, glancing at the passenger seat. A serene expression on your face. A drastic change

“Perfect.” You replied, turning in the seat to glance in the backseat, “I can’t believe he settles easier in the car than with that carefully curated playlist.”

Buck lips upturned at the corners, “Should have seen him in the fire truck.”

“Evan Buckley, did you seriously take our infant son into a fire truck? And didn’t get pictures?!” You faked frustration that couldn’t be found in the happiness you felt.

After going through the procedure following a death, you’d decided you didn’t want to wait. A month after the stalking case was closed, you’d eloped with Buck. Athena and Bobby stood in as witnesses. You’d come to know you were pregnant soon after with Ryder Nash Buckley, and that’s why you’d been sick the morning of the attack.

“Oh, I have a lot. Couldn’t get him back from Bobby.” Buck beamed with pride because he’d come a long way from the kid that stumbled his way into the fire station his first day.

He was a family man with a beautiful, strong wife and an adorable son. He’d stood by your side while you were pregnant at the funeral of a woman who didn’t know you. After you’d recovered physically from the fight with Sophie, you’d checked on her wife in the coma. Mrs Malten passed away three months after the incident. With no one to attend, you’d gone to their place.

Buck was in complete awe of you. He’d be forever grateful to Athena and her connections that led you into his life.

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Disappointment

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Eddie Diaz x Daughter! Reader | Evan Buckley x Reader

Summary: Y/N cries on Buck's shoulder, after hearing her father was shot.

Warning: slight dad! buck, angst, feelings of disappointment.

A/N: This was as hard to write as it was to watch.

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Y/N sneaks back into her house, after going to see an R-rated movie with her friends. Her father told her many times that she wasn't allowed to go to the movie, but Y/N didn't care. So far, sneaking out to see a movie is the most she ever disrespected her dad's wishes.

She took her headphones out of her ears, and she silently but quickly opened her bedroom window. Quiet not to disturb the household from their slumber, she climbs in through the window. She tiptoes over to her dresser and grabs pajamas from her drawer.

All of a sudden, a bright light blinds Y/N's vision. She turns around, scared, to see her father. He didn't look angry. No... he looked disappointed. Y/N pursed her lips at the look her father was giving her.

"If your gonna sneak out, don't do it when your ex-military father is home," Eddie told his daughter.

"Dad, I can expla-" Y/N couldn't finish her sentence before her father put a hand up. That was his way of saying "I don't want to hear it".

"What if I wasn't home? What if I went out, and something happened to Christopher?" I looked down, disappointed in my actions. I didn't think about that.

"This was the first time I've ever said "no". And just this once, you couldn't do as I say?" Eddie's voice started to get loud, but not too loud.

"I get it. I totally understand how you feel. I was your age once, and my parents were a lot stricter than I am. I'm just disappointed in the fact that I let you do your own thing, but when I ask for something, you can't obey." Eddie said, walking closer to his daughter.

"I'm sorry, dad. I won't do it again." Y/N still didn't look up at him.

"I know you won't," Eddie says, kissing Y/N's head. "Now, I have work in a couple of hours. But before I go... I'm gonna need that phone, Missy."

Y/N grabs her phone off the dresser and hands it to her father. She looks her father in the eye, but both of their hands are on the phone. They both could see the sadness in each other's eyes. Y/N gives her father a tight hug before mumbling a "thank you" and "goodnight".

Eddie walks out the door, heading back to his room. She's just how I raised her. This was just a hiccup that won't happen again. Eddie thought as he got back into his bed.

~The Next Day~

Y/N's POV

Christopher and I were in his room, playing his game. We heard footsteps, so we looked up. Buck, my father's co-worker/best friend stood in Christopher's doorway. He looked sad.

"Hey Buck," Chris looked up at Buck, then back at his game.

I gave Buck a smirk before saying, "Hey hot stuff. What's wrong? You look sad." I lightly chuckled, but Buck's face stayed the same. My smirk left, knowing something was up.

When I met Buck, I developed a crush on him. (You know teenage hormones.) Because I was 16, Buck and I could never be together. So, we made a joke out of it. I would flirt, and he would politely deny me, saying things like "I was too young for him" and "There are better fish in the sea". When Buck didn't joke back, laugh, or even smile, I knew something was up.

Buck walked towards us. He crouched down on the floor between us. You could see the tears build up in his eyes as he looked at us.

"Where's dad?" Christopher asked. He put down his game, as he waited on an answer.

Buck knew how close we were with our dad. And he knew that whatever he's gonna tell us, was gonna break us. Buck took a deep breath.

"Um... He's not coming home tonight, Chris." That was enough for me to break down in tears. The last time I saw my dad, he had given me a disappointing look. I didn't do the one thing he asked, and now something bad has happened to him.

"Why not?" Chris asked Buck.

"W-w-well, he got hurt at work today."

I silently listened to the firefighter explain to my brother why my father isn't home.

"In a fire?"

Chris is so innocent. It's so hard to explain to a 10-year-old boy that his father was severely hurt, and he might not make it through the night.

Buck got up from his crouching position, and he sat between us.

"N-no, not in a fire. The truth is... someone hurt your dad."

"On purpose?" Buck noticed how quiet I was. He looked at me. I couldn't even look at him. I looked all around Christopher's room before hearing Buck speak again.

"Yeah, I think so" Buck nodded.

"Like a bad guy?" I shook my head at what I was hearing.

I knew what Buck was trying to tell us. Kids at my school know a lot from just looking at their phones. I got looks all day. I didn't know why... because I was grounded. But hearing Buck talk about it, I could now stick the pieces together.

I finally looked at Buck to see tears run down his eyes. I'd never seen Buck cry before. I had only seen the tough Buck that would run into any danger just to save any living thing. Buck and my father are my heroes, and seeing your heroes fall is not easy.

"Will he be okay?" Chris asked, looking at Buck.

"You know, your dad is uh- he's tough as nails... He's a fighter. Right? So, he's with the doctors now."

I couldn't hear anymore. I stood up from the bed, and I walked out of Chris's room and into mine. I walked in to see the family photo of mom, dad, Christopher, and I when dad came back from the military. I cried hard. He isn't just a hero to this country. He's my hero, and the last thing we talked about was how I disappointed him.

I heard a knock on the door. Buck had a sad smile on his face as he joined me on my bed. I pulled Buck into a tight hug, and we cried into each other's shoulders. After about 5 minutes in the hug, we pulled away, still sobbing.

"I'm a terrible daughter," I told Buck.

He looked me in my eyes, shocked at my statement.

"D-d-don't say that. You are not a terrible daughter," Buck said.

"Yes, I am! The last conversation my father and I had was about how I disappoint him by sneaking out! Now, I don't even know if I will ever see him again," I say as I look down at my hands.

Buck grabs my hands and says, "Don't say that. I've had many near-death experiences. Your father has also had many near-death experiences. He's strong. He will make it out. And to say you were a horrible daughter for sneaking out is incorrect. You are the most caring, beautiful, and smartest girl I know, but you are also a teenager. You and your dad won't always agree, and that's okay. Trust me when I say, I was a lot worse than you as a teenager."

We laughed together as the tears ran down our faces. Buck pulled me into his chest. The hug made me feel safe. It felt like the one's my dad would give me before and after work. He kissed my forehead, just as my dad did last night before going to bed. He cradled my head, and I could feel his tears hit my head, but I didn't complain.

"If my dad makes it, I will never disappoint him again. You guys are my heroes. I don't want my heroes to be disappointed or hurt, because that is the worst time to see your heroes," I said, smiling at Buck before looking back down.

"You are a good daughter. And, you're an amazing sister. I love you as if you were my own." I chuckled, still looking down at my feet.

Buck got up to leave, but I grabbed his arm. He looked back at me with his sad eyes.

"Please, can you stay?" I asked the firefighter. He looked unsure. "At least until I fall asleep. My dad did it when I had a bad or stressful day," I finish.

Buck smiled, "Yeah. Sure." We laid down in my bed. He held me in a fatherly embrace, and I fell asleep. The last thing I heard was, "Eddie was never truly disappointed with you."

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𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑟 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔.

PAIRING: evan buckley x fem!reader WARNINGS: no warnings GENRE: just pure fluff SONG INSPIRATION: starry eyed by ellie goulding WORD COUNT: 544

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you were grateful for days like these, where the sun shone brightly against the material of your curtains. the sound of light snoring beside you making a smile tug at the corners of your lips.

looking over to find a very asleep evan, half of his face smooshed into the pillow he laid on.

there weren't many times you actually get to see him this relaxed, only when he slept or when he was just simply in your company.

as much as he was your big strong boyfriend, he reminded you more of a golden retriever.

you took this time that you had to trace over his features with your fingertips. starting by lightly running your fingers through his unkempt hair then making your way over to his cheeks.

your thumbs gently brushing against the skin, going over a few faded scars in the process, moving over his prominent smile lines.

ugh if there was anything you loved the most it was this mans smile, it was so contagious and when you're the one to make him smile? oh god, you felt like you were going to turn into a puddle right then and there.

you had decided you had done enough admiring and it was time for him to wake up, so you did what you do best and attacked him with tiny little kisses all over his face, starting with his forehead, then his nose, to his cheeks and lastly next to his lips.

"buck..." you whispered close to his ear, he groaned at the loss of contact, but smiled when he heard your voice but still didn't open his eyes.

"why'd you stop? i was enjoying that," he whined as he stretched, making you laugh. quickly giving into his request by lightly stroking up and down his arm, making him sigh happily.

finally opening his eyes looking at you, "hi baby,"

"hi hon, how'd you sleep?"

"really good except the fact that i was literally melting last night since we're both always so warm, but i didn't want to let go of you, you're so comfy."

he looped the arm that wasn't underneath his pillow around you, bringing you even closer to him, if that was even possible. so you were now truly sandwiched between evan and the bed.

you loved the days the two of you both had off work, since it meant that you didn't have to leave the bed. just lay there wrapped up in each others arms, kissing and doing other very...productive activities too.

lifting your hand back on his cheek as you looked at his face, your thumb once again finding itself caressing your lovers cheek stopping as you leaned in, pressing a soft peck to his lips.

a grin stretching on his own as you pulled away only far enough to dip your face into the crook of his neck.

"i really love you, buck."

"i love you too sweetheart."

and you proceeded to do just that into the later years of your lives, as you fought fires and saved others together. as you scolded each other when either one of you landed yourselves in the hospital for a couple of weeks or longer. no matter how mad you were, you'd always love one another.

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favefandomimagines · 3 years

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I Bought A Ring (e.b.)

Summary: Abby’s back and Buck doesn’t know how to handle the news. And neither do you.

AN: i’m still PISSED that abby came back even if only for an episode, my poor buck was so hurt ): this was something i had deep in my drafts and now that buck is blowing up it seemed like a good time to post it!

there is a buck fic similar to this and i just wanna say that i did not copy or steal the idea. i’ve had this in my drafts for months since season 3 ended so no one stole anyone’s idea! if you wanna check out their fic their username is @lotsoflovefromlea and the fic is titled ‘Second Best’ it’s really really good

You didn’t think you’d have to face the day when Buck’s past came back to haunt him. You were hoping it would stay in the past and you would be his future. But life has a funny way of putting us to the test.

After the train crash, and Buck saw Abby again, he had been acting distant. Distant enough for you to notice that something was wrong. It wasn’t hard to notice, especially when the two of you live together.

He would rarely talk when you had the same shift at the 118, there was no conversation during dinner and he’d come to bed long after you had already fallen asleep.

It had gotten to the point where you didn’t even remember the last time he kissed you or touched you. And you had enough of the maltreatment.

You exited the shower and saw him standing in the kitchen, leaning against the counter. You walked down the stairs and stood across from him, the tension between the two of you painfully obvious.

“What’s been going on with you?” You asked, breaking the ice. “What do you mean?” He asked, not meeting your gaze. “Seriously? Buck, you’ve been acting like I killed your dog for three weeks since the train crash. What the hell is going on?” You explained.

Buck sighed before looking up at you. He knew he couldn’t keep secrets from you. Including ones that could possibly change your relationship.

“Abby reached out to me. She wanted to meet up to talk.” He said. Buck could tell by the way your right eyebrow was raised and your eyes narrowed that you were not happy. “Really? And you went?” You asked. “Yeah.” Buck answered quietly.

You laughed bitterly before walking around the counter back towards the stairs. “God, you just can’t seem to let her go, can you?” You started. “It’s been, what? Two years? Two years since she left you for her ‘Eat, Pray, Love’ experience and got engaged? And who was the one who never left your side? Me. It was me, Evan and even now, you can’t seem to realize how terrible she was to you. Face it, you were her midlife crisis and you fell in love with her and never fell back out. All while making me fall in love with you.” You finished.

Sure you were a tad bit cruel, but it was what he needed to hear. No one wanting to be the one who had to pop his perfect bubble when it came to Abby.

“I stayed with you when you were suing the department for christ sake! And I can’t do it anymore, Evan.” You added. There it was again. His dreaded first name. The name you never used unless you were beyond angry with him. And he hated hearing it come from your lips. “Y/N, what do you mean?” He asked.

Fear was coursing through his body as he waited for you to finally leave him. After everything he put you through, Abby was the last straw.

“I mean, maybe we should take a break. Until you figure out what it is you really want.” You answered. It wasn’t something you wanted nor did you think it would ever happen. “No. No, no, Y/N, don’t do this.” He begged, walking towards you. “I have too. Since she came back, this relationship has been one sided and I don’t deserve that.” You said.

“Please, Y/N, I love you.” Buck told you. “Do you? Because you have a funny way of showing it.” You replied. You swiftly grabbed your keys and your purse and made a path towards the exit. “So this is it? You’re breaking up with me?” Buck asked, causing you to stop.

“I don’t want to. But you seem to have unresolved feelings for Abby and you can’t claim to love one person wholeheartedly when you clearly don’t. Figure it out, Buck. But remember who was here when no one else was.” You answered before leaving the house.

You didn’t know where else to go after you left. So you decided to go to Bobby and Athena’s. Bobby was like a father to you when you joined the 118 and you trusted him more than you trusted most people.

After trying to straighten yourself up and wipe the tears from your face, you got out of the car and headed to the front door. You knocked a couple of times and waited for the door to open.

When it did, Athena’s face softened when she saw you and instantly knew something was wrong. “Y/N? What’s wrong? What happened?” She asked, ushering you inside. “I didn’t know where else to go.” You answered.

Bobby, wondering who was at the door, turned the corner and saw you standing in the entryway. “Y/N, what’s wrong?” He asked. “Buck and I got into a fight. He went to meet up with Abby and he didn’t tell meand I just, I just don’t understand why he won’t let her go. Am I not enough?” You explained.

Athena shushed you and pulled you into a hug to comfort you. She knew Buck was stubborn but not so much that you felt you had to leave. Bobby was furious. He hated seeing you so upset and he was frustrated with the young man for making you think you weren’t enough for him.

After a few minutes, Athena made up the guest bedroom for you and said you could stay as long as you needed. But you hoped it wouldn’t have to be for long.

Bobby arrived at the station in search for Buck and found him sulking while Hen and Chimney were grilling him about his mood. “What’s wrong with you today?” Chimney asked. “Him and Y/N got in a fight last night and she walked out on him.” Bobby answered for him.

Buck looked up at his captain with wide eyes, wondering how he knew about the prior events. “She stayed at mine and Athena’s last night.” He added. Buck let out a sigh of relief, mainly because he was worried sick about you. You didn’t answer a single one of his calls or texts and he didn’t know where you went off to.

“Why did she walk out on you?” Hen asked. “Because I may have went to meet up with Abby the other day. And apparently I had been acting distant towards Y/N and she confronted me.” Buck explained. “Seriously? You still have feelings for Abby?” Hen asked. “No, Hen-” Buck tried to explain but was interrupted by his coworkers.

“Y/N is the perfect girl for you and you’re throwing her away for someone who left you?” She continued. “Hen,” Buck started. “You’re stupid but not this stupid.” She said. “Hen! I don’t have feelings for Abby anymore. I wanted to give her a chance to explain why she left and to thank her. Because if she wouldn’t have left, I wouldn’t have met Y/N.” Buck interrupted.

“And I,” He started before he stopped himself, not sure if he wanted to tell everyone his secret. “You what?” Eddie asked. Buck looked up at his friends before sighing. “I bought a ring.” He answered. “Wait, what?” Chimney asked. “I bought a ring. I was going to propose but then I got all in my head after Abby showed up. I thought Y/N would say no and she’d leave me just like Abby did.” Buck explained.

The rest of the 118 crew was silent as they looked down at Buck. Hen sat down across from him before speaking. “That girl is head over heels in love with you, Buck. She has been since the first time she met you and the last thing she would do is leave you like Abby did. Though, because of Abby, she felt she had no choice.” She said.

“I need to get her back. I didn’t even know what to do this morning without her.” Buck said. “When does she come in for her shift?” He asked Bobby. “She was supposed to be here by now. She left before me.” The man answered.

Before anyone could form a theory about your whereabouts, the bell went off signaling they had a call.

They soon arrived to the scene of a car accident, one car completely flipped upside down.

The 118 stopped short, however, when they noticed who’s car was upside down. It was yours that was hit by a guy texting and driving and ran a red light.

“Y/N?” Buck called, running to the driver side door. “Buck, you’re too close to this.” Bobby stopped him. “We’re all too close to this, Bobby.” Buck rebutted. Bobby looked at Athena and gestured for her to keep Buck away from the scene. “Keep him away from her.” He instructed his. wife.

Eddie began trying to get the door off and Hen and Chimney noticed you were still conscious, struggling to get out and stay awake.

“Y/N, can you hear me?” Hen asked. “Yeah. I-I can hear you.” You stammered. “I have a piece of shrapnel between the third and fourth intercostal space. Mild to severe concussion and around three broken ribs, and a possible pulmonary contusion.” You told them.

Both EMTs were surprised that you could still diagnose and recognize your symptoms while having a concussion and actively bleeding.

Once the door was off the car, Hen and Chimney set down the backboard and Eddie began cutting your seatbelt.

“Where’s Buck?” You asked him. “Bobby won’t let him help. He’s too close to this one.” Eddie answered. “Aren’t you all though?” You joked. Eddie laughed dryly as the seatbelt was cut free. “Can you move?” He asked.

You looked down at the piece of metal from the seat and back up at him. “You have to pull it out.” You told him. “Y/N,” Eddie started. “Eddie, you have to pull it out or I won’t be able to move. I have a concussion, I’m already bleeding and in about five minutes I’m going to pass out. I will slowly bleed out from the inside if I don’t move. Pull the damn thing out.” You snapped.

Eddie looked at you for a moment before glancing over at Buck, arguing with Athena. As Eddie pulled the piece of metal out of your side, Buck broke free of Athena’s grasp and fell to his friend’s side.

“Y/N, baby, are you okay?” He asked frantically. “I’m going to pass out in a couple of seconds so I’m sorry, Buck. For what happened last night.” You spoke, your breathing becoming shallower. “Buck we gotta move her.” Eddie told him.

Your eyes fell closed slowly and the heart rate monitor attached to you started beeping rapidly. “We gotta get her out now.” Hen instructed. Bobby pulled Buck back as he watched in horror while his friends began giving you CPR once they pulled you from the car.

Your heart beat thankfully went back to normal and Chimney and Hen loaded you into the back of the ambulance.

Buck took the liberty of joining you considering he was your emergency contact, having no other family in LA.

Once the ambulance arrived at the hospital, Buck, Chimney and Hen were forced to stay at the ER bay, not being allowed to go with you.

Buck watched as the doctors took you away and this quickly became his worst nightmare. What if you didn’t make it? What if the last conversation you had was a fight?

Bobby’s hand rested on Buck’s shoulder as they all watched you disappear down the hallway.

It had been hours. Hours of the 118 sitting in the waiting room for you to come out of surgery. Buck was a nervous wreck and no amount of consoling from Maddie or Eddie made it any better. He knew she should have told you about meeting with Abby but he was afraid of ruining everything. But not telling you made it ten times worse.

“Evan Buckley?” A doctor called, alerting the entire crew. “Th-That’s me. I’m Evan Buckley.” Buck replied. “Y/N is going to be okay. We repaired the damage to her lung as well as the other internal damage she received from the car crash. She still had a major concussion and she’ll be out of commission for a while, but she got incredibly lucky.” The doctor explained.

Buck let out a very visible sigh of relief, as did everyone else. “Can I see her?” Buck asked. “She’s in the ICU so only a couple of people at a time.” The doctor said. “You go, Buck. We’ll see her when she’s moved to a normal room.” Bobby told him.

He nodded his head and followed the doctor to your room. He saw you lying in the hospital bed, multiple IVs in your hands and arms and an oxygen tube in your nose.

Your eyes were still closed but he could tell you were awake, though hearing the doctor’s voice alerted you.

“Y/N, someone’s here to see you.” You turned your head slightly and saw Buck standing in the doorway. “Hi.” You said quietly, your voice still hoarse from the breathing tube in surgery.

Buck sat in the chair next to you, his eyes red and watering. “I am so sorry, Y/N,” He whispered. “I should have told you about Abby but I met with her to get closure. And to thank her because if she wouldn’t have left me, I wouldn’t have fallen in love with you.” He added.

“It’s okay. I should have let you explained.” You replied. “I have something else to tell you.” Buck said. “Oh no, now what?” You joked. “I bought a ring.” He said. “Like, a ring ring?” You questioned. “Yes, a ring ring.” Buck laughed. “Where is it?” You asked.

Buck let go of your hand for a moment and fished the piece of jewelry out of his pocket.

“You have to put it on for me.” You said. Buck looked at you in disbelief as he smiled, sliding the ring on your left finger. “I’m assuming that’s a yes.” He said. “Of course it is. I’d be stupid to say no to you.” You told him with a smile.

Buck squeezed your hand gently as he looked at the ring on your finger. “I never want to come that close to losing you ever again.” He muttered. “You won’t. I don’t plan on leaving you for a long time.” You said. “Good. Because I really don’t know what I’d do without you.” Buck said.

He leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on your forehead as you looked down at the ring. “You did a good job.” You commented. Buck laughed at your comment, causing a smile to grace your face. “Hen and Maddie helped.” He said. “I figured as much.” You replied.

The rest of the evening, or whatever time of day you thought it was, Buck stayed by your side. Even when the doctors were running their tests and looking over your condition. After almost losing you, there was no way you were going to get rid of Buck even for a moment.

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