AN: This is my first story and I am open to any comments and suggestions. My only desire is that people enjoy my story. I apologize for the chapter being so short.
I do not own these characters,
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It was a unusually quiet day for the station. Everyone else seemed to get the tough calls and Station 51 only got a dumpster fire for the first 3 hours on A shift. They'd been playing chess in the kitchen for half an hour. So far, Roy was winning . It was also Roy's day to cook. He decided that he and his partner should go get some ingredients now, just incase they got a call.
"Hey Cap? Is it okay if me and Bellingham go get some stuff for dinner?"
"What are you gonna make us this time?" Cap replied with a brow up, curious as to what meal he'd try to make edible. Roy was known to have bad cooking skills .
"I'm not sure yet cap . I wanna get some ideas. "
Marco jumped into the conversation before cap could reply. " I could always give you Mama Lopez's recipe for some real good tacos!"
Roy didn't want to be harsh by saying no, but he also didn't want to let his crew take over his cooking shift. Today is the day that he proves to the crew, that he can cook real darn good!
"Marco, I think ..."
'BEEEEEP BOOOOOOP BEEEEP '
"Station 51... Engine 67... Structure fire... 593 Hummington Road... 593 Hummington Road ... Ambulance is responding... Time out 2:15 "
As the all jumped up, Roy yelled ," I think We'll discuss this later!" .
He and his partner dashed for the squad. The rest of the station jumped into big red . As they sped off into traffic, with sirens blaring, they hoped for something not so tragic. Usually, structure fires meant looking for victims, which in tern meant severe injuries. That is, severe injuries for the patients and rarely the firefighters. Roy just didn't like this type of call. No one did...
'I hope it's nothing bad... I hope there's no victims...' The thought hung over Roy's mind like a wrecking ball.
Little did he know what the future laid in store for him...