❝ 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
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"I'M GLAD I GOT to spend some time with my father, and he got to know all of you," Boden spoke softly, standing in front of his firefighters and paramedics. "And now I'm going to take advantage of some unused furlough and wrap up my father's affairs."
"Uh, don't forget, Chief, you're also entitled to paternity leave," Mouch told him.
"I will be taking furlough, Mouch." They laughed at Boden's response. "And a lot of it. I know you'll all be fine without me. Battalion Chief Pat Pridgen, he will fill the void. Treat him right. His own house, 17, was closed last year by our old friend, Ms. McLeod."
Some started booing at the mention of that woman's name, as it brought back some bitter memories. Pridgen stepped forward. "Oh, come on. McLeod wasn't all bad, as soulless assassins go."
They laughed at the remark- little did they know. Pridgen turned to Boden, putting his hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry about 51, Chief. I'll take good care of it in your absence." He shook Boden's hand. "I'm terribly sorry for your loss."
Boden gave him a nod. "Thanks."
Everyone walked Boden out. "Take as much time as you need, Chief," Casey told him.
"Yeah, you've earned it."
"We're gonna miss you like hell, Chief," Gabby said.
Boden stopped and looked at them. "Yeah, I'm gonna miss you too." He then smiled. "Well, some of you."
"Hey, Chief, squad's still short-handed. Are we getting anyone to sub for Newhouse?"
"Talk to Chief Pridgen about that," Boden told Capp. "It's in his hands now. See you when I see you."
"He'll be back in a week," Melisa uttered as she watched the Chief walk away.
Casey looked over at her. "He'll be back next shift."
They chuckled at the thought, but the moment was cut short when they heard Gabby. "Oh, you gotta be kidding me."
The laughter died down, and they turned around- only to see Welch making his way over. Hermann glared at him. "What the hell is he doing here?"
"What's the matter, Welch?" Casey retorted. "You lost?"
"No, I'm good. I caught a relief assignment to squad 3." He stood in front of them. "Looks like I'll be working here at 51 for a while."
