Tick.
Another minute chasing the night.
Tick.
Fear. It has a name but rarely does it have the same face. In his line of work some degree of fear is just part of the job. Each call requires a delicate dance with the devil, one that he knew all too well. Fearing the fire is a means to survive. But the fear that currently consumed him? He wasn't sure if he would survive it; If they would survive. This fear was unknown. It was hallow, dark. Unnerving. And he sure as hell didn't have anyone convinced when he said he wasn't worried. It was a lie and he knew it, but it was the only thing keeping him together in that moment.
What was taking so long? It shouldn't be taking this long.
He decided that pacing wasn't doing him any favors and made his way to a hard waiting room chair. With another tired glance at the clock he ran his hands through his hair and sighed.
Tick.
A/N: Thanks for reading. It's my first attempt at writing a drabble instead of a full fledged story, which I never seem to have time to update. I hope to continue with a few more snapshots related to this episode if anyone is interested. :)