9-1-1 and 9-1-1 Lone Star one shots (mostly angst)

36: TK + Carlos⚠️

•Title: "Daniela"

•Requester: sjjjsam2000

•Warnings: implications of SA and drug use, but nothing too specific.

•Inspiration: the request

•Type: angsty, I guess

A/N: okay, so this will be a little bit different than the request, but here you go.

Well, I hope you enjoy! Also, I am officially 21, now.

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It's a quiet day in Carlos and TK's loft when they hear a knock at the door. Carlos stands and opens the door, revealing a kind looking woman that holds a briefcase.

"Hello, my name is Mary Phillips from DCFS," the woman, Mary, says, "is Carlos Reyes here?"

"Uh, yes, that's me. Would you like to come in, Ms. Phillips?" Carlos asks as he steps aside.

"Thank you," she says as she walks in, Carlos shutting the door.

"Of course," he responds, "this is my fiancé, TK. Baby, this is Mary Phillips from DCFS."

"Nice to meet you," TK says with a soft smile, "what brings you here?"

"Well, I am here because while searching for a suitable home and relative for my client, I was finally able to find her father."

"Okay, and what does that have to do with us?" Carlos asks politely.

"Her father is you, Mr. Reyes," the social worker.

"What!?" TK and Carlos both exclaim in pure shock.

Taken aback, the woman composes herself and takes a breath, "well, her mother was incarcerated about two months ago. another social worker and I have been searching since then to find a relative that will take good care of her. We placed her in foster homes in the meantime. Luckily, we were able to track you down."

"Th-that's impossible," TK says, "right, Carlos?"

"Actually," Carlos sighs, "not that impossible."

"What do you mean?"

"A long time before I met you, I got drunk and a kind woman gave me a ride home. We sort of hooked up and I didn't wear a condom," Carlos explains.

TK sighs as he pinches his nose before turning to the social worker, "can you tell us anything about this child?"

"Well," she opens her briefcase and hands a folder over, "this is her file. Due to Carlos being her biological father, he has all rights to read it. She is seven-years-old and very, very, kind. She's had a rough go of it in her foster homes, missing her mom."

"Her name is Daniela," Carlos says softly, as if to himself, looking at the picture in the file.

"Did you ever meet her?" TK asks softly.

"Yes," Carlos says, in disbelief himself, "I've answered a few calls at the home. I just never recognized the woman."

"What kind of calls?" TK asks when realizing the social worker wasn't at all surprised.

"270, 11377, and 11550 calls," Carlos says sadly.

"Does Daniela know anything about Carlos?" TK asks.

"Actually, yes. She knows who he is," the woman responds, "she was the one who gave us your name. It took her a while, but she finally believed us when we told her that you didn't hate her."