FRIENDLY FIRE: A 9-1-1 fanfiction

Part Thirty-Six: Barbed Wire

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EMMA

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"No! No! No!" I ran wherever I could, dark spots floating through my vision as I tried to remember my way through the station without falling.

"Emma! Hey— Em—" 

I almost screamed as Eddie grabbed my hand, pulling me to a stop. My eyes were wide as he turned me around and my jaw was starting to hurt from how hard I was clenching my teeth together.

"Hey," he lowered his voice, both his hands rising to rub my arms, "what's going on? Who is that guy?"

I shook my head quickly, fearing if I opened my mouth I'd just burst out crying. 

"Alright, okay," Eddie squeezed my arms gently, "you're okay. Let's take some deep breaths together."

"Guys," Buck called out, standing in the doorway, "what's going on? What are we doing?"

Eddie turned back to me, letting go of one of my arms to tuck one of his fingers under my chin, turning my face back to him. "What are we doing, Em?"

I tried to steady my heart to reply, reaching my hands out to grab at the bottom of his shirt, trying to wring it enough to stabilise myself again.

Buck turned, his arms crossing over his chest, making him look broader in the doorway, like a wall no one could pass through. The Great Wall of Buck.

I swallowed, taking in a sharp breath, shutting my eyes before I whispered, "Make him go away."

Eddie's arm came around my shoulders, pulling me into him, his hug firm and reassuring, "You get that, Evan?"

"Loud and clear," Buck stated firmly and I heard him walk away, talking loudly to the others in the station.

Eddie rubbed my back slowly, his chin resting on top of my head, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

I released his shirt, digging my hand into my pocket, digging out my phone, "I need to call Hollis."

Hollis knew the truth. I'd told her by accident one drunk night months ago, all of it to the very end. It had taken all of my convincing and pleading with her to stop her from going to prison for first degree murder the next morning.

She would know what to do. She would know what to say and how to fix this.

"Okay, you do that," Eddie murmured, squeezing me a little harder as a loud bang sounded throughout the station.

I dialled her number blindly, my mind racing as I focus on one thing.

I'd been found... and now, I needed to run again,

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BUCK

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"You need to calm down, Sir," Bobby tried to keep his voice level, his hand pressing back against the man's, Harry's, chest, stopping him from going down the corridor Emma and Eddie went down.

"I am calm," Harry snapped, his nostrils flaring as he shoved Bobby's hand off him, "I am trying to help her. You have no idea how sick she is, she needs help."

I opened my mouth to argue with him but Hen beat me to it.

"Emma has received a lot of help and she's doing really well," she spoke stiffly, eyeing the man up and down, "and from her reaction, I'd say that even if she needed help, she wouldn't ask you for it."