STARTING LINE /// EVAN BUCKLEY

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"What's the gossip?"

Zoya Jadhav questioned as she stepped in to her apartment in Los Angeles, one that she shared with a friend who often had a lot of gossip to tell from her job.

The Jadhav woman took off her jacket from off her shoulders and threw it on to the kitchen counter beside her, kicking off her shoes wildly, not too bothered in which direction they went in.

Her friend and housemate laughed, reaching forwards towards their coffee table to pour another glass of red wine out in to a glass for the Indian woman.

"Athena shot a guy in the arse."

Evelyn Alborn chuckled to herself as she remembered hearing about one of the most trusted police officers in the Los Angeles Police Department who had shot an armed suspect in the arse.

Her British accent stood out as she spoke, her blonde hair loosely tied backwards as she was relaxing in a pair of sweats and bright pink fluffy socks upon her pale and very cold feet.

"Did he deserve it?" Zoya let a small smile fill upon her face, trying to imagine what it would have looked like and felt like to be shot in the ass.

"He attacked a paramedic with a knife."

"That's a yes."

Evelyn laughed, her head rocking back slightly which meant that her hair was tickling at the base of her neck which was quite an unusual and strange feeling.

As the sofa shifted with the added weight of a second person sitting down, the two friends each pulled out their mobile phones in order to scroll through multiple food delivery companies since they did not want to cook themselves.

A small notification sounded from the phone of the Alborn woman, with her immediately opening the notification of which was a text message, to see that there had been a fire at a residential property not too far away from their apartment.

It was a relatively new apartment that they were living in, but that was only because their original apartment had been completely and utterly destroyed by an earthquake that had hit the city, causing that much damage that an entire high rise hotel had shifted and had been at a sharp angle.

They remembered seeing that on the news and wondering how the firefighters were able to rescue anybody from it.

"Diaz messaged, saying that the fire is spreading to the adjoining buildings, we have to prepare that we could be needed to evacuate." Evelyn muttered, sadness in her tone since she didn't want to have to evacuate, she quite liked this current apartment.

"Tell him that we said that if we were to move, he would have to carry us." Zoya smirked, having loved annoying the man that they called Diaz.

Diaz, was Edmundo Diaz who was a firefighter with the 118 at the LAFD, and was one of the very firefighters that had managed to rescue people from the high-rise during the earthquake.

Zoya didn't often get to communicate with the firefighters or the police officers, since she was working at the dispatch centre for the emergency services, but it didn't mean that she didn't like a bunch of them.

The 118 firefighters were great, and with the Captain of that station being in a relationship with the very same police officer that had shot somebody in the ass, she was able to mix her social circles just enough.

"He's saying that he'll evacuate you out of the window." Evelyn cackled, loving how the man they were talking to loved to tease her friend just as much as she did to him.