Pockets In Her Dress (A Hailee Steinfeld gxg fanfic)

She's all alone

A/N: Parts of this chapter is inspired by another 9-1-1 episode

"Okay, so Bobby there is a serial bomber going around and it targeted Athena earlier too?" Evie asks, Bobby has been forced to take a leave for his safety as the serial bomber is connected to an old Arson case he worked on years back. 

"Yes, so in any call you guys go, I need you all to be careful. The bomb squad are currently on their way to my old apartment to search for the same bomb, a package like. But for the mean time I'll stay here in the police station where Athena, the kids and I are gonna be safe." Bobby says before ending the call. Charlie is acting captain while Bobby is on leave until the serial bomber is captured. So many people have been victimized by the bomber and it resulted to one casualty. Buck hasn't told Hailee yet about the situation but she knows that they are on high alert for the last 24 hours. She doesn't want her to worry so she can rest after her show in New York. 

The fire bell rings, everyone in the firehouse geared up to go and respond. The sirens of the engines and ambulance filled the streets of LA as they make their way to the area. 

"133, 133 this is dispatch, got Bobby Nash on the line he says it's important." they all hear from their headsets. Everyone looked confused, why would Bobby call 911? 

"Wait, what? Dispatch? Dispatch please repeat" Charlie says but before they could hear a response, as they are turning at an intersection, one of the engine explodes, causing it to turn over, overthrowing the passengers inside. The rest of the 133 saw everything right in front of their eyes, Buck's leg is trapped under the engine that weighs 60,000 pounds. She's gasping for air, trying not to move much just to make sure she won't injure her spine but she feels the pain on her leg that is stuck. A figure can be seen walking towards her, and looking at her. 

"You're new." a young man says. 

Hailee's POV: 

My crew and I are on our way back to the hotel we're staying to rest after a banger of a show in New York, how I wish Buck is with me here. Maybe we can come here for a vacation after Christmas. Yeah I will add it on my list. It's currently 12 midnight in New York so it's probably 9 pm in LA, I should charge my phone so I can call Buck before I go to bed. 

"Haiz! Haiz! Honey!" I hear loud bangs on my door, when I open it, it's my mom and dad. 

"What's wrong?" I ask them, they ask me to sit and watch the tv. They turn it on and switch it on a news channel.

"If you're just joining us, witnesses are reporting that this LAFD ladder truck belonging to station house 133 was hit by some kind of explosive as it was making its way to a call. Now you can see there's a firefighter pinned under that truck."

Tears started to flow uncontrollably, as I sit on the edge of my bed. 

"Dad, that's my Buck am I right?" I asked, my dad look at me and comforts me while my mom is trying to call Griffin. 

"Oh my god she's pinned down and there's a suicide bomber there. She's all alone." I can't help it but cry more. 

"Hey honey, she's not alone. She's surrounded by people who wants to help her." my dad rubs my arm still trying to calm me down. 

"Then how come no one's running in there to help her?" 

"They can't and you know that. See there's a suicide bomber near her." my dad replies. 

Every second counts, the bomber is demanding to see the captain, one of the guys who I assume is Charlie can be seen approaching the suspect but he refuses and moments later another man is walking towards him who I think is Bobby.