In which a paramedic and a detective try their hardest to make things work between them.
As first responders, their life is filled with uncertainty. The one thing they're both sure about is each other.
JAY HALSTEAD x OC. (Based on seasons 6-7-8 of...
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"I heard from Hope." Emerson told Gabby as she used a tool to measure the pressure in the rig's tires. It was beginning of shift so they were inspecting their rig to make sure it was all good to go.
"Oh, you did?"
"Yeah, she sent me an email, said she's back in Fowlerton. She wants to drive up and have lunch so she can mend fences." Emerson answered, writing down the pressure on the inspection paper she held on her notepad.
"What did you say?" Gabby curiously asked.
"Delete." Emerson told her with a smile, only to be interrupted by Cruz walking up to them.
"Hey, so I am alerting you, ladies, we have a photographer in our midst."
"What does that mean?" Gabby asked him with her eyebrows furrowed.
"It's some press guy. He's doing a day-in-the-life photo shoot." Cruz informed them, both paramedics chuckling as they shared a look. They walked up to the passenger side of the rig, acting like they were fixing their hair in the mirror.
"Help. Help, Dawson." They heard someone yelling from outside the Firehouse. After sharing a confused look, the three of them rushed out of the apparatus floor. Gabby ran towards the person calling for help, Cruz and Emerson following closely behind.
As they passed the corner, they saw a man sitting up against the wall hearing his ragged breathing. "It hurts." He whimpered.
"Gerald?" Emerson exclaimed immediately recognizing his voice. Gabby bent down in front of him, trying to see where it hurt.
"It hurts."
"You know this guy?" Cruz made sure, turning to Emerson to ask since she was standing besides him.
"He's a frequent flyer. He's harmless." Emerson told him, leaning towards the man on the ground who was holding his wrist.
"What happened? Let me take a look, Gerald." Gabby said, grabbing his wrist gently to take a look. He groaned in pain at the movement, "Okay, well, I don't think it's broken, but we can get you to the hospital. What happened?"
The man looked between the two paramedics, stuttering, "I... I fell."
"Where'd this happen?" Emerson further questioned, sensing that he wasn't saying the complete truth.
"Home."
"You walked all the way over here?" She added and he only nodded in response.
"Okay, listen, Gerald, we're gonna get you a sling for your arm so you won't keep cradling it. We're gonna take an x-ray at the hospital just to make sure it's not broken, okay?" Gabby assured him, the three of them helping Gerald get up so they could bring him to the rig.
As they got him in, the journalist kept taking pictures of them. Emerson found incredibly misplaced but she decided not to say a word since Gabby told Cruz it was fine. They brought Gerald to the hospital, doing their usual run before heading back to the Firehouse.
