❝ melisa becomes a firefighter at house fifty-one, finding her second family ❞
❝ amy took the intelligence job in chicago to
solve her parents' murder, falling in love
...
chapter forty-three; until your feet leave the ground [ season two, episode eighteen ]
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"IS THAT WHAT I think it is?" Melisa heard Hermann ask. He made his way over, and he rolled his eyes. He saw that Melisa was serving herself oatmeal. "If I wanted to be healthy and miserable, I would've stayed home."
Despite this, Hermann grabbed a plate. "You don't have to eat it," Melisa told him as they went to the round table where Mouch was sitting.
Hermann didn't respond, just gave her a dirty look. "Jones is dropping the ball."
"Well, Jones is late," Otis stated. "Capp made that." He went to the other table.
"Well, that explains it then."
Melisa noticed that Mouch wasn't eating. "You haven't even touched your oatmeal."
Mouch pushed the bowl away. "No appetite." He didn't even look up from the laptop screen. "Not one reply on my Golden Oldeez profile."
"Nothing?" Peter made his way over. "Not even a bite?"
"Fifty-four views, but no follow-ups or whatever."
Peter looked at the screen- his profile, to be more precise. "What the hell is that, Mouch?"
This got everyone's attention, including Otis, who stood up. "What?" Peter turned the laptop, and everyone laughed when they saw the profile photo. It was of Mouch wearing a leather jacket.
Mouch got embarrassed. "Hey, that's private, by the way."
Peter especially thought this was ridiculous. "Why would you put this photo on your profile?"
"I asked Shay, and she said women like a bad boy."
Melisa chuckled. "You asked a lesbian what she looks for in a man?"
"Fair point."
"I'll tell you what women like," Peter said. "Firemen, you knucklehead!"
"I like where you're going with this."
"Look, we are deleting this profile picture." Peter grabbed the laptop and erased the photo. "And putting up a new one."
"When? How?"
"Right now. Come on." Peter pulled Mouch to his feet and made him stand in front of the wall. Then he snapped a photo and uploaded it to his profile.
"Oh, no," Hermann mumbled when he saw two figures approaching. "That's who's subbing for Shay and Dawson? Howdy Doody ain't that bad, but the other guy's Bad Luck Schleprock."
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