The crazy navy seal.

7.1 (1)

TW: Death, Injuries, Blood and dumb ways to die.

Warning: Bad language 

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"Phonix!" Bobby called her when she reached the top of the stairs.

"What's up Cap?"

"If you wasen't doing this, what would you be doing?" He asked her as he handed ehr a plate with omelette on it.

"I don't know." She responded after a minute thought. "My dad's a firefighter so I grew up with this environment, and I knew from a very young age that this was what I wanted to do." Fiemma told them. "But I guess I'll probably still be in the Army considering I've been in military clubs since the age of 7."

"So, you would still be saving lives?" Buck said with a mouthful of apple.

"I'm pretty sure it was what I was meant to do in this world."

"Hmm...she would be a golden retriever like Buck." Hen told the team. And Fiemma tipped her head in confusion as she looked at Hen. "See! Golden retriever material!" Fiemma chuckled, shaking her head, before eating a mouthful of her omelette.

"Did any of you get stuck in the trafiic this morning?" Fiemma asked with mouthful of food.

"What is with you and Buck speaking with your mouth full?" Tutted Hen.

"Sorry mother Hen." Fiemma apologised after swallowing her food.

"Yes!" Buck announced as he pointed his finger at before Fiemma jabbing the breakfast bar with it. "I was stuck in traffic for almost two hours to get from Abby's place to the call from downtown, then back over here."

"Every day I i question why you still live there." Fiemma said. 

"Just told Maddie she needs to start Ubering." Buck ignored what Fiemma said.

"How's your sister setteling in down there?" Bbby asked Buck.

"Well, she's a Buckley." Buck began with a isde smirk. "Practically runnging the place." And with that Chim and Hen stood up with their food and moved away.

"I honestly can't be assed to move." Fiemma said as she held her plate out for Bobby to give her another omelette. "Thanks." She smiled at Bobby before digging into her second serving.

"How about you Phonix? How lond did it take you?" Bobby asked her.

"It took me about an hour and half to get here from my place." Answerd Fiemma. 

"But you don't live far."

"Were you on your motorbike?" Buck asked, leaning his left hand on the bar as he continued toeat his apple.

"No. I haven't rode that for a while now." Fiemma told him, picking at her omlette.

"How come?" His eyebrows were furrowed as he looked at her, but she wasen't making eye contact with him.

"I haven't had feeling to ride with it tho. And I am gonna sell it soon anyways." She answered Bucks question.

 "Sell what?" A new voice asked.

"My motorbike." Fiemma replied, knowing the voice belongs to Eddie.

"You have a motorbike?"

"Yep, got my first legal one when I was 18. Before that I would do bike races illegal-" Fiemma stopped her carless explaining when she realised Bobby was standing in front of her with his eyebrows raised. "You heard nothing." She pleaded him, her head shaking and eyes wide.