FRIENDLY FIRE: A 9-1-1 fanfiction

Part Forty-Eight: Fuck him And Fuck You Too

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EMMA

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"Why does it look like that?" I mumbled, squinting at the oddly shaped pastry Buck had pulled out of the oven.

"It's supposed to be gluten-free," Eddie muttered, eyeing the pastry with equal disdain.

"Okay," Buck sighed, dropping the baking tray into the sink with the burnt pastry and all, "you two are assholes."

"I was just asking a question," I cried out in protest, holding my arms out to emphasise my point.

"And I was just making a statement," Eddie nodded along, "now, are you going to tell us why you decided to stray from Bobby's teachings and bake this early in the morning?"

"It was meant to be a chocolate twist with pistachios," Buck explained with a sigh, eyeing the drowning pastry.

"Well..." I wrinkled my nose, moving my hands off the kitchen top and into my lap, "it is twisted."

"Yeah, the same way The Exorcist is twisted," Eddie mumbled, shaking his head as Buck turned on the tap, filling the sink further.

"I've never heard of anyone else liking those chocolate twist things except Hollis," I mused suddenly, right before realisation dawned on me when Buck's cheeks flushed. "Oh my God!"

"It's not what you think," Buck immediately shot back as I stood up on the footrest of my stool, leaning on the counter with my hands.

"I think it's exactly what I think," I grinned, "you like Holly, and you're trying to win her favour with chocolaty pastries."

"Okay, well..." Buck pointed at me, his eye twitching slightly, "you kind of hit the nail on the head, so I'm going to resort to violence."

I gasped, leaping off the stool as he picked up at a handful of pistachios, raising them over his head, "I made an educated guess! Murder should not be your response to me being right!"

"Every time you remind me of my failure, my urge to throw this handful at you grows," Buck warned playfully before tossing one nut into his mouth.

I made a point of hiding behind Eddie, tracing my fingers up his back , making him snap up right, a nervous laugh escaping his throat.

Buck threw him a strange look before he set down the pistachios on the table again, "Okay then..."

"Pins and needles," Eddie mumbled out, his hand reaching behind to pull mine off his back.

Buck shrugged, accepting his answer before looking at me again, "You're friends with Hollis. We've established that baking isn't my strongest suit. What else can I do to win her over?"

"She likes wine," I mused, slowly moving around Eddie, standing next to him instead, "and people who can get rid of the water damage on her walls."

"That's weirdly specific," Eddie glanced at me, his eyes lined with amusement.

I shrugged, "She likes me for a reason. I know wine, and I know DIY."