It was me in there( 9-1-1 )

The clock is ticking...

Buck's POV

The world was a blur as Phillip dragged Buck through the alley and into the back of a waiting car. Buck's heart thundered in his chest, the alcohol in his system only amplifying his disorientation.

"Stop fighting," Phillip growled, shoving Buck into the backseat.

Buck landed hard, his shoulder slamming against the door as Phillip climbed in after him. The driver—a shadowy figure Buck couldn't make out—started the car with a low rumble, the tires screeching as they sped away.

Buck's mind raced, panic clawing at his chest. He twisted in his seat, trying to reach the door handle, but Phillip's hand clamped down on his wrist, squeezing hard enough to make Buck wince.

"Don't even think about it," Phillip said, his tone icy.

Buck glared at him, his breathing shallow and ragged. "You can't just take me!"

Phillip's lips curled into a cruel smile. "You think anyone's going to stop me? You're nothing without me, Evan. Always have been, always will be."

The words hit like a physical blow, stirring up old wounds Buck had tried so hard to bury. But this time, something inside him pushed back.

"You're wrong," Buck said, his voice shaking but defiant. "I'm not nothing. Not anymore."

Phillip's expression darkened, his grip tightening on Buck's arm. "We'll see about that."

Eddie's POV

The team moved like a well-oiled machine, each of them snapping into action as they worked to piece together Phillip's escape route. Eddie paced back and forth, his fists clenching and unclenching as his mind raced.

"Any security cameras near the bar?" Hen asked, her phone pressed to her ear as she coordinated with dispatch.

"I'm checking," Chimney said, typing furiously on his laptop. "There's a camera on the corner of Fifth and Main. If they went that way, we'll see it."

Eddie stopped pacing long enough to glare at the screen, his breath hitching every time the feed refreshed.

"Come on," he muttered, his voice low and desperate.

Bobby placed a steadying hand on Eddie's shoulder. "We'll find him. But you need to keep your head clear."

Eddie shook his head, his jaw tightening. "I should've stopped him. I should've—"

"Eddie, stop," Bobby said firmly. "Blaming yourself isn't going to help Buck."

Eddie swallowed hard, his throat tight. He looked away, unable to meet Bobby's gaze.

"I can't lose him, Bobby," Eddie whispered. "Not like this."

"You won't," Bobby said, his voice filled with quiet conviction. "We won't let that happen."

Buck's POV

The car ride felt endless, every second stretching into eternity. Buck's head throbbed, the remnants of alcohol mixing with the adrenaline coursing through his veins.

He stared out the window, trying to memorize the route. A left turn here. A gas station there. Anything he could use to figure out where they were going.

"Where are you taking me?" Buck demanded, his voice hoarse.

Phillip didn't answer, his gaze fixed on the road ahead.

Buck's fingers curled into fists, his mind racing. He needed a plan, a way to get out before it was too late. His eyes flicked to the door handle again, calculating. If he could just—

"Don't even think about it," Phillip snapped, as if reading his mind.

Buck glared at him, anger bubbling beneath the surface. "Why are you doing this? What do you want from me?"

Phillip turned to him, his expression cold. "What I've always wanted. For you to learn your place."

Buck's stomach churned, a mix of fear and fury tightening his chest. But he refused to give Phillip the satisfaction of seeing him break.

"You don't control me anymore," Buck said, his voice steady despite the tremor in his hands.

Phillip leaned in, his eyes narrowing. "We'll see about that."

Eddie's POV

"Got it!" Chimney shouted, his voice breaking the tense silence.

Eddie was at his side in an instant, his eyes locked on the screen. The footage showed a dark sedan speeding away from the bar, disappearing onto the freeway.

"Can you track it?" Bobby asked, leaning over Chimney's shoulder.

"I'm trying," Chimney said, typing furiously. "If we're lucky, there's a traffic cam on the next exit."

Eddie's hands clenched into fists, his frustration bubbling over. "It's not fast enough," he muttered.

"Eddie, we're doing everything we can," Hen said, her tone calm but firm.

"It's not enough!" Eddie snapped, his voice breaking. "He's out there with him, and we're just sitting here!"

"Eddie," Bobby said, stepping in front of him. "Listen to me. We will find him. But we need to stay focused."

Eddie's shoulders slumped, the weight of his guilt and fear threatening to crush him. He nodded reluctantly, his jaw tightening as he forced himself to stay in the moment.

"We need to move faster," he said, his voice low but steady.

"And we will," Bobby said. "We just need a lead."

As if on cue, Chimney's screen refreshed, revealing a blurry image of the sedan at a gas station off the freeway.

"There!" Chimney said, pointing at the screen. "That's them."

Eddie was already moving, grabbing his jacket and heading for the door.

"Eddie, wait!" Bobby called after him.

Eddie stopped, his hand on the doorknob. He turned back, his eyes blazing with determination.

"I'm not waiting," he said. "I'm bringing him home."

The team piled into the firehouse SUV, the tension in the air thick enough to cut. Eddie sat in the passenger seat, his fists clenched and his gaze fixed on the road ahead.

As the SUV sped toward the gas station, Eddie's mind raced with possibilities, each one worse than the last.

Hang on, Buck, he thought, his chest tightening. I'm coming.