So I've been going back and forth on this for a few months now trying to decide if I wanted to re-post this story. You see, back when I acquired the catalog of published stories from my friend (who was a published author), she also handed over her fan fiction stories and her FF account. She'd said she was done writing and since she couldn't delete the account I could just have it. So I took it over and wrote some WWE fan fiction. I've really enjoyed the response and interaction I've gotten since being here. But balancing my love of Fan Fiction with family, work and writing for profit hasn't been easy and I haven't been able to write or post with any consistency. Recently, I took some time to look though the back catalog of stories I'd acquired and not rewritten and republished yet. I found this Emergency fan fiction and soon found myself glued to it. I'm a big fan of emergency and I really did enjoy this story.

I inquired with it's original author who told me she received some flack on here for publishing it and that's why she took it down. Well, I personally think it's a good story and should be shared. I'm also a lot thicker skinned. So I'm making the decision to republish this for people to read and possibly enjoy. I will be editing and rewriting as I go, so you can consider this story a collaboration between myself and my fellow author who originally held this account.

Now be forewarned, this story has what some would call a pollyanna or a Mary Sue type character. IF you don't like those type of stories, don't read this. It's also pure speculation based on a 'what if' type theory. We all know that in real life this wouldn't have happened during the era the show ran. Again, it's fiction based on an idea that isn't necessarily period correct. Personally, I think that's okay, but if you're one who wants period correct or completely accurate writing don't read this. I'm also not looking for a bunch of reviews telling me how awesome I am, especially since I can't take credit for the idea. I'm simply re-posting this because I feel that if I enjoy the story then I'm sure others will too. Now on to the story...

Genevieve Conti made the right turn into the driveway leading to the back parking lot of Station 51. She steered into the empty slot in the corner of the lot, put the car in park, shut off the engine, and placed her shaking hands on the top of the steering wheel.

Years of hard work, dedication and frustration culminated into this one opportunity. Now that it arrived, she hoped she could stand up to the challenge. While training at eight's she'd endured significant harassment from the older members of her team. They'd made it clear she wasn't welcome in their station. Of course, that was pretty much the story with most places she'd been over the past couple of years. Would she receive the same treatment here?

Until now women firefighters and woman paramedic didn't exist in the department. She changed that statistic when she graduated first from the fire academy then the paramedic program. Though her achievements hadn't seemed to matter to the men at the stations she'd previously been assigned. All they seemed to care about was her gender and the fact she'd infiltrated their 'good ole' boys club'. Would the men of station 51 accept her as one of their own or would she yet again run into another brick wall?

After willing her fingers off the wheel she opened the door and exited the car. Gen grabbed her bag from the back seat and turned to face the building. Maybe I should have stayed working as a nurse. She'd carried that thought with her all through the academy and training. Yet, no matter what her instructors managed to throw at her she'd refused to quit. It wasn't just a pride issue at stake, though she'd admit to being a proud woman.

This entire process had been all about her father and her desperate need to make him proud. Samuel Conti was now a battalion chief in San Diego and proud as punch of everything she'd accomplished. How disappointed would he be if she walked away now?

Gen straightened her back and allowed determination to tamp down her doubt. I can do this. She'd graduated top of her class from paramedic training and in the top ten percent from the fire academy. According to the paperwork at least, she had as much right to be here as anyone inside that building.

She took a second look at the backdoor, then promptly changed direction and headed around the side of the building. Sure it might be a bit cowardly, but she could use the extra few minutes to gather her thoughts and steel her courage. The 'A' shift crew of Station 51 held a near legendary status throughout the department as being not only one of the finest crews in the county, but also one of the closest knit crews. Just how would they feel about having not only a new member, but a woman to boot?

Come on Gen, you've worked for this all your life. Are you really going to let your fear keep you from grabbing your dream? Gen paused at the door, sucked in a deep breath and rang the bell. Her first few days might not be easy, but by God, she wasn't going to give up without a fight.

After a minute the door swung open to reveal a tall and skinny man, with short dark hair. He peered at her with a questioning look. "Can I help you?"

"I'm looking for Captain Stanley."

He stepped back for her to enter. "The Captain is in the day room." After closing the door he motioned to the closest chair. "Stay here, I'll get him."

Instead of sitting, Gen dropped her bag in the chair and took a quick assessment of the room. Very efficient and clean, unlike Captain Morgan's office back at Station 8. A few moments later another tall man with even darker hair entered. "I'm Captain Stanley. Can I help you, Miss?"

This is it. "Conti," Gen took a step toward him and extended a shaky hand. "Genevieve Conti."

"Conti?" In an instant, the expression on his face went from confusion to awareness. "You're G. Conti? You're our new 'utility' ma- uh, person? With a continued rise in demand for paramedics, the department created the 'utility' position with the hope that having an extra paramedic/fireman at each station would help with the excess demand and save the department money by lowering overtime pay. The utility position was in its experimental stage and if it didn't work she'd be out on her butt, looking for a new job in a hostile working environment.

She withdrew her hand and took a deep breath. His reaction was about what she expected. Still the disbelief in his tone stung. Why couldn't these men see past her long hair and breasts? "That would be me." She turned and reached into her duffle to retrieve the envelope containing her paperwork. "Chief Pendleton said to give you this."

Captain Stanley took the envelope and opened it. He quickly scanned the papers. "Well, it all seems to be in order. Forgive me Ms. Conti-"

"Genevieve," she quickly corrected.

"Genevieve. It's just I wasn't expecting a woman."

"I assumed as much. Captain Stanley, I can assure you that I am capable of doing my job and doing it well."

"Oh, I'm sure you are. If you couldn't do the job you wouldn't be standing in front of me. I simply meant that this station isn't designed to be gender neutral. Quite frankly, we're not equipped to take on a woman. The dorm, the lockers, even the latrine area is pretty much all open space. Not much room for privacy."

"Captain, please. This isn't my first assignment and it certainly isn't my first time having to bunk with men. I've learned plenty of decorum over the past year and I promise that you'll not have to worry about me."

He shook his head and looked beyond her to the empty door. "It's not I'm you I'm worried about."

Paramedic John Gage poured himself a cup of coffee and leaned back against the counter. "So I think it goes without saying, I won't be seeing her again."

"Another strike out for the great Johnny Gage," Chet snickered from across the room.

With his cup halfway to his lips John paused. "I didn't strike out. I simply chose to stop playing the game."

"Sure, John. If it makes you feel better, we'll go with that."

"Now Chet-" Feeling more defensive than he should, considering who he was arguing with, Johnny started to protest only to have his partner interrupt.

"Hey Mike, who was at the door," Roy asked just as Mike walked into the day room.

"Some woman. She asked for Captain Stanley."

Dismissing Chet from his thoughts, John turned his attention to Mike. "A woman, huh? Is she pretty?"

"Gorgeous," Mike replied.

John cast a curious glance at Roy. "Really? I wonder what she wants with the Cap?"

Roy shot him a grin. "Why don't you go find out?"

Johnny smiled and set his cup on the counter. "Maybe I will."

Before he'd taken three steps, Captain Stanley entered the room with a very attractive woman with deep auburn hair by his side. "Guys, I need your attention for a minute." He turned to the woman. "Guys, this is Genevieve Conti. Genevieve has been assigned to 51's 'A' shift as our utility ma…uh person."

Johnny knew his look of disbelief must have matched those of his co-workers as they all exchanged glances. A woman fire fighter? At Station 51? The idea was crazy.

"Genevieve, this is our engineer Mike Stoker."

She nodded at Mike and smiled. "We met already. Nice to meet you, Mike."

Johnny would have sworn Mike actually blushed in response.

Cap continued. "These here are linemen, Chet Kelly and Marco Lopez."

Gen shook hands with each man. "Nice to meet you both."

"And these here are paramedics Roy Desoto and John Gage."

"A pleasure," she responded with a smile as she shook hands.

"The pleasure is all ours," Johnny offered taking her hand in his before Roy could reach her. Mike hadn't been kidding. She was absolutely beautiful and in a natural sort of way. Her green eyes sparkled with intensity and what appeared to be just a little bit of fear. Most likely she was just nervous. It couldn't be easy for her to be starting in such a male dominated field.

Her full, pink lips tipped up into a smile and she cocked her head to the side. "It's going to make working very difficult if you don't let me have my hand back."

"What?" Mesmerized, Johnny studied her, noting her high cheek bones with just a touch of freckles peppering her creamy skin. Her auburn hair appeared long, but she currently had it pulled up into a pony tail.

"My hand," she repeated. "Can I have it back please?"

"Uh, yeah." Feeling more than a little embarrassed he let go. "Sorry."

Gen grinned and Johnny's heart did a little flop in his chest. Now how in the world was he supposed to work with such a beautiful distraction around?

Captain motioned to the men. "Roy, why don't you help Genevieve locate an empty locker to stow her gear. Chet and Marco, we'll need to come up with some system for blocking off one the corner bunks to give her some privacy. John…" Cap stopped for a moment then smirked. "Dig up the extra gear we have around here so we can see what will fit her."

Gear? Johnny nearly protested at being given the task of digging out the gear. "Right, Cap, gear." He turned and walked out to the apparatus room. How come Roy gets to give her the tour?

Twenty minutes later Roy reappeared with Genevieve in tow. "I have a couple of turn outs for you to try, Genevieve." Johnny held up the coat for her to see. "Why don't you let me help you see which one fits the best?"

She gave him a smile that would have brought the best of men to their knees. "Thanks, uh, John right?"

"That's right." He grinned.

"Hey, Genevieve," Chet called. "Cap wants you in his office. Something about filling out some more paperwork."

"I'll be right there." She shrugged. "Sorry. This will have to wait 'til later."

"Hey, no problem," he replied, but she'd already started to walk away. Conflicting emotions plagued John as he watched her go. Attraction was at the top of the list, followed closely by concern.

With Gen out of sight Roy turned to him. "You best get that Johnny Gage charm under control. She's not some dame for you to hit on, pal. She's our new partner."

"Yeah, but who knows for how long. I mean how much can she really do, Roy? Besides, I don't think there's anything in the rule book about co-workers dating." How was it that Roy could see through him so quickly?

"That's because there's never been a need for such a rule," Roy argued. "Times are changing, Junior and you best be able to change with them."

John's grin slid into a scowl. "You just love taking the fun out of everything don't you?"

Before Roy could answer Cap appeared. "Everybody into the dorm for a quick meeting."

Johnny tossed the turn out back into the closet and closed the door before following Roy into the dorm.

"Okay, guys, while Genevieve is filling out the rest of her paperwork I'm going to make this quick. I just had a conversation with Chief Pendleton. He made the decision to place Genevieve here because he feels we're the best chance she has for succeeding as a fireman."

"Wait a minute, Cap," Roy began. "She's already been through the program so she knows her stuff. Why does he think she won't succeed?"

"From what he told me she's run into quite a bit of prejudice from the men at both sixteens and eights. Before that, during her time at the academy her instructors rode her much harder than the other trainees. He said the other trainees actually filed a complaint on her behalf and after an investigation the two instructors were fired.

"Yeah, yeah." Chet waived his finger at Cap. "I remember hearing about that. Rumor had it that the instructors had made this one trainee run the same drill over and over for hours with no brakes and no fluids. Later than night they found the trainee unconscious in his bunk and had to call an ambulance."

"Oh yeah," Roy nodded. "I remember that incident. Rumors were flying all over the department for a couple of weeks, then all of a sudden there was a hush up and nobody knew anything. She was the trainee?"

Captain nodded. "That's what Chief Pendleton said. He also said she never once complained and finished the program in the top ten percent. He also said that Captain Morgan over at 8's gives his highest recommendation for her. He wanted to keep her on his crew, but knew the men would never completely trust her. He suggested 51 and our crew in particular knowing we'd give her a fair shake and that's just what we're going to do, right guys?"

The crew nodded in unison. "Absolutely," Roy said.

"Good, because I know having her here is going to be a bit uncomfortable for all of us until we get used to each other. Let's do our best to make her feel welcome." Cap clapped his hands together. "That's it. Let's disburse before she finds us."

Johnny followed Roy into the locker room. "Hey Roy, I heard about that incident too. Going through training is hard enough without any extra pressure. If what Cap's telling us is true, she went through hell."

"Sounds that way," Roy agreed. "And consider that she still made it through the program. I'd say that makes her one tough person and probably damn good at her job too."

Johnny looked toward the door and pondered Roy's statement. He'd never once ever considered the idea that one day he'd have a woman partner, but face with the exact situation the idea was starting to not sound so bad. If nothing else life around the station was about to get a lot more interesting.