The Captains Daughter 9-1-1

7.1

"You ever feel like you missed your calling, Cap?" Chim asks Bobby as he slides a freshly cooked omelette across the table to him. The team were enjoying their daily Boby breakfast before the long shift ahead. He placed next to Bobby holding out her plate as Bobby was cooking her omelette.

"What are you thinking? Michelin-rated restaurant or short order cook?" The Captain asked Chim not as sure as to what he meant.

"I was thinking TV chef. I mean, what you do, it's like performance art." Chim mused.

"Mm-hmm, and much like watching cooking on TV, we never get to taste anything," Hen says anxiously watching Bobby flip the omelette. "Usually, by the time it hits the table, the bell goes off."

Bobby clapped his hand after sliding the omelette onto Hen's plate. "All right, speed round. If you weren't doing this, what would you be doing?"

"Fighter pilot. Topgun. Call sign gun."

"What about you, Hen?"

"Editorial cartoonist, The New Yorker. I have a lot to say." She says placing herself next to Chim eyeing up her plate.

"You draw?" Brea asked shocked.

"No," She snorted out. "it's a dream. It's not supposed to be attainable."

Buck came behind them grabbing a knife. "All right, Buckaroo. If you were not a member of the LAFD: what would you be doing?" Chim asked

"Uh, I don't know. I'm not getting fired, am I?" The blond looked scared thinking it could be the end.

"That's inevitable." The group choked out laughter after Chimney's comment.

Hen carrying on the joke "He'd be a golden retriever."

"No, a bartender. No, no, no, bouncer at a bar." Chim added.

"A bouncer at a strip club," Brea said patting the blond on the back trying to hold her laughter in.

"Okay, then Brea what about you huh?" Buckley was ticked off by his friends taking the piss out of him.

"Silent killer" She had all eyes on her as the room fell silent. "What? I've always liked guns and all this secret spy shit sounds cool." They all looked at her like she needed some form of help.

"Anyways, Buck how's your sister settling down here?"

"Well, you know she's a Buckley so practically running the place." Hen and Chim both stopped eating looked at each other and walked away holding their plates.

"I honestly loved her, yet it still confuses me how both of you are related.... so different." Brea furrows her eyebrows trying to think how such a lovely woman is related to Buck like Evan Buckley the biggest douche going.

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After breakfast, they had all begun restocking the engines and ambulances. It was very strange as they hadn't had a call since they started the shift now Brea wasn't one to use the 'q' words but she was defiantly thinking it. Brea was cleaning the ladder on the truck whilst checking the screws making sure they hadn't come loose from previous calls.

Eddie was under the truck tuning the engine, Hen and Chim were restocking the ambulance and Buck was doing something just no one knew what. It was all just the standard maintenance, everybody minding their own business and trying to get everything done before they were called out. Brea soon lost focus when Eddie started talking to her.

"so how have you been"

"What's that supposed to mean" Brea's tone was harsh but she didn't want anyone to know anything about how they knew each other.