someone to stay, ⁹¹¹

𝟎𝟎𝟒.

School was now closed for two weeks, meaning JJ had plenty of free time. She knew they had to do some online learning, but she was a straight-A student, she could have one week to do nothing, and then cram everything into the next week.

It was currently 11 am and the blonde was alone in the apartment. Buck was doing a twenty-four-hour shift, so she'd been alone since yesterday, meaning JJ had the day to blare her music as loud as she pleased, without annoying her neighbours, which gave her plenty of time to draw.

She hadn't had the time to sit down and just draw in a while, meaning she would soak up this time as much as she could.

She was very wrong.

Her phone began buzzing from the table next to her, making her let out a groan. "Hey, Dad." She smiled as his enthusiastic voice welcomed her. "Hey, sweetheart! Chris is at the firehouse, so I thought you'd wanna join us?" She knew he had a wide smile on his face just by the sound of his voice. "Yeah, sure. I'll bring some art stuff." He agreed and left her to get ready.

She was a little disappointed that she didn't get to spend her day with her art and Taylor Swift, but she wouldn't pass up a day with the smiley Diaz boy, even if she'd only met him a few days ago.

She quickly got ready, throwing her hair into a messy ponytail, before heading downstairs to her Uber that was waiting for her.

When she arrived at the 118, she found Chris up in the loft, one of the B shift men keeping an eye on him. She dropped her bag on the table and sat next to him. "Hey little man!"

"Hi! They said they'd be back in a few hours." He informed her, the wide smile on his face made her heart warm. "Okay. What do you wanna do in the meantime?" He made a thinking face. "I dunno." She chuckled.

"Well, we can check out the gym, I can get you in tip-top shape so you can fight your Dad." She poked his arm, making him giggle loudly. "And then we can draw? I brought my art supplies with me." He nodded enthusiastically. "Okay! Let's do it."

As the duo started walking down the stairs, she offered to carry him, but he was adamant he could do it. That was until they got halfway down and he gave her puppy eyes.

She smiled before picking him up and placing him over her shoulder, joking that he was heavy, getting plenty of laughter out of him, while she carried his crutches in the other arm.

When they made it down to the station gym, they headed over to the punching bag, as Chris claimed he was "super strong."

Chris leaned his crutches up on the wall next to them as he leaned on JJ for support. She gave him a pair of boxing gloves, that were way too big for him, and told him to start punching. "Woah! You're soooooo strong." Chris giggled.

JJ couldn't help but feel inspired by the seven-year-old boy. Eddie had told her all about his CP and the surgeries he'd had at such a young age while he gave her stitches.

Chris had been through so much, but he was still the happiest kid she'd ever met. She admired it.

When the 118 returned from their call, JJ shushed them as they all came running up the stairs. Buck and Eddie's hearts melted at the sight of them.

JJ had her legs tucked under her, her sketch pad resting on her knees, whilst the Diaz boy was curled up next to her, fast asleep.

"How long has he been asleep?" Eddie questioned, sitting on the couch next to his son, who immediately curled into his side, almost as if he knew he was there. "About an hour." He nodded, pressing a kiss to his son's head.