The Girl Of Steel || 9-1-1 ABC fan fiction

Chapter 15: The Cost of Honesty

Yasmin was halfway through her second night shift this week. She didn't mind the late hours; in fact, she thrived on them. The night held a certain unpredictability that she found thrilling—situations arose that you wouldn't encounter in the light of day. Just last night, she had faced one of the most intense moments of her career when an old apartment building, weakened by fire, had teetered on the brink of collapse, nearly burying her beneath its crumbling walls. . .

But tonight was different. Yasmin's head wasn't in the game, and it started showing. They had just returned from a barn fire that was far more dangerous than it should have been, all because of her momentary lapse in focus. The fire had engulfed the old wooden structure quickly, the dry timber fueling the flames as they raged through the barn. Inside, the panicked cries of animals echoed as they tried to escape the inferno.

In the chaos, Yasmin had hesitated at a crucial moment, momentarily losing her bearings as thick smoke filled the air. She had nearly led her team into a collapsing section of the barn, where the roof was about to give way. It was Bobby who noticed the danger just in time, pulling her back before the roof came crashing down, narrowly avoiding a disaster.

As they pulled up to the station, the tension in the truck was palpable. Bobby was the first to jump out, slamming the door behind him. He turned to Yasmin, frustration evident in his voice. 

"Yasmin, what the hell was that?" 

he demanded, his eyes narrowing as he spoke.

 "You know better than to hesitate like that. You almost got us all killed back there!"

Yasmin, still shaken, struggled to find her voice. 

"I'm sorry, Bobby. I...I don't know what happened."

Bobby's expression softened slightly as he looked at her, concern replacing some of the anger. 

"What's going on with you?" 

he asked, his voice lower but still firm. 

"This isn't like you. Your mind's been somewhere else all night."

She hesitated, not sure how to explain the turmoil inside her. 

"I'm just...distracted."

 she admitted, looking down. 

"I'll get it together, I promise."

"You'd better,"

 Bobby said, his tone was serious but more understanding now. 

"We can't afford distractions, Yasmin. Not out there. If something's bothering you, deal with it. Talk to me, talk to someone—but don't let it put us all in danger."

As Bobby stormed off, his frustration clear in every step, the rest of the team began to disperse. Chimney and Hen approached Yasmin, their concern evident in their expressions.

"Hey, Yasmin,"

 Chimney said, his voice gentle but firm. 

"You okay? That was a close call out there."

Yasmin forced a smile, though it didn't reach her eyes. 

"I'm fine, really. Just need a minute."

She turned and walked away from the group, heading toward the station's locker room to clean herself up. The fire and smoke had left her feeling grimy and exhausted, and she hoped a quick wash might help clear her head.

As she entered the locker room, Eddie followed her, he cleared his throat before speaking, trying to sound casual but unable to mask the worry in his voice.