Based on Season Two...
After his devastating family tragedy in Minnesota, Bobby Nash moves to Los Angeles to start over, where he becomes Captain of the 118, and meets Athena Grant for the first time. The first responders deal with a calamity at a c...
It was Christmastime in Los Angeles, and everyone's houses were crazy decorated...
"I don't get it. Every year. People flock to his house and take pictures. Never our house. It's not fair. I worked just as hard as he did. What does he have that I don't?"
"Oh, I don't know, taste?" Olivia asked.
"He's bribing them with free food. Go make some cookies."
"Let it go, John. Christmas isn't about competition. Just be grateful for what we have." Olivia tells him.
"No, I have a better idea."
John then climbed onto the roof of his house and plugged it in, and a snowman blew up.
The snowman hits him, and he falls off the roof.
Everyone gasped.
Dispatch: "911. What's your emergency?"
Woman: "I think Christmas killed my husband!"
The 118 arrived on the scene, and Ashleigh and Bobby ran over to John, hearing him groan.
"Sir, can you move at all?" Ashleigh asked.
"It hurts."
"Okay. Probably a good sign. Just stay still. Can you tell us how this happened?" Asked Ashleigh.
"Snowman pushed me off the roof."
"Blood pressure's 120/70. Respiration's good." Hen says.
"Do we move him over a little bit?" Eddie asked.
They pulled him over slightly.
"Doesn't appear to be any spinal damage. All right, let's get him on a backboard." Ashleigh tells them.
"Oh, look, John, you finally got your wish. Everyone's taking pictures." Olivia said.
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Later that night, Athena pulled something into the house...
"That knot is the same size it was ten minutes ago."
"Yeah, I'm beginning to think it's something mankind wasn't meant to tamper with." He says.
"Well, maybe you'll have better luck with your next project. Oh, Harry saw a YouTube review. He has been talking about nothing else for three months. Been hiding it in the garage."
"When we were kids, we got excited about lawn darts." He tells her.
"Lawn darts?"
"Yeah, you know, those metal spikes with the wings on them you'd toss across your lawn. I think they stopped making them because there were so many injuries, but I loved them. My brother was a madman. He'd throw them way up in the air, and then he'd laugh at me while I freaked out, running around, not knowing where they were gonna come around. I think this is a minimum two-hour assembly. It's getting pretty late, so..." He said.
