"Have fun tonight, Vic," Travis flashed a smile at his best friend as he threw on his jacket. "But not too much fun."

Vic rolled her eyes a little with a scoff, shooting him a look. "Why wouldn't I have too much fun? That's the only good kind of fun." She huffed, getting her own coat from her locker, planning to hit up the bar later with the girls.

"Well, have fun regardless. I'll see you tomorrow, okay? Unless you're too hammered to come to work." Travis grinned again, turning to leave, hearing her laugh behind him.

"You'll see me alright, Montgomery. Maybe even in your dreams!"

"Okay, now that's just weird!" He called back over his shoulder with a smirk, shaking his head as he walked out. "'Night!"

He walked over to his car and started to drive off, heading to the bar himself, the one on the other side of town. He went to that bar because that was the bar he and Michael always went to. He didn't know if he should really be going there anymore but it just felt…..right.

Travis glanced at his wedding ring with a soft frown as he gripped the wheel, swallowing softly as the bar came into view and he tried his best to push the thoughts of Michael out of his head.

He knew he probably shouldn't be thinking about Michael so much but he couldn't help it; everything reminded him of his husband. Even when he was dating Grant it was so hard not to think of Michael and Travis had tried to move on but obviously it didn't work out and even now he was still thinking of Michael.

Maybe he'll never be able to move on.

Travis was grateful when he walked inside to hear music playing and loud laughter and chatter swarming his eardrums, it being a good distraction for him. He relaxed as he sat down at the bar, ordering his drink, glancing around to see who was there, half-expecting to see Vic and the girls there even though he knew they were at a different bar across town.

Not wanting to drink alone, he started chatting with the man sitting next to him, not flirting with him, just talking. About the weather and work and such.

Turns out the guy was a restaurant owner currently having problems with his wife. Travis listened, offering some suggestions, telling him about his own job, and that he was single and honestly was doing okay.

After finishing his drink he nodded to the man, said he was going home and turned to leave.

"Have a good night, Travis." The man offered a wave and Travis walked out, not noticing the man at a nearby table watching him intently or that the man got up as soon as he walked out the door.

He was walking up to his car when he heard a voice behind him. "Excuse me, are you Travis?"

Travis turned around, seeing a man standing before him, looking nonchalant. "Uh, yes." He shrugged a little, not knowing what to expect.

"Travis Montgomery?" The man questioned again, eyebrows furrowing a little.

Travis's eyes flickered a little, shrugging again. "Yes. I'm sorry, who are you?"

The man started to laugh a little, hands stuffed in his pockets, coming closer. He was maybe 28 or 30, good-looking, strong build, not too attractive but yet his hair looked nice.

"Forgive me. You don't know me but…..I know you." He came up close, shooting a soft smirk at Travis, speaking in a hushed voice almost in a creepy way.

"Uhhh," Travis took a step back, a little weary, not understanding. "Excuse me?"

The man straightened, clearing his throat, his expression going serious. "My name's Zack. I'm Grant's new boyfriend." He stated, his eyes a little cold.

Travis's eyes widened at the name, stiffening. "Grant? Grant, oh. Oh." He paused, swallowing a little, thinking about his ex, surprised that Grant had found someone new so fast and that Grant actually had another boyfriend. But whatever, he wasn't with Grant anymore so he could forget about him.

But why was this guy telling him? "Uhhh-"

"Yeah, Grant." Zack nodded, looking a little on edge. "You remember him huh? Hmmph, well Grant told me about you." Travis was frowning at him as he listened, swallowing.

"And let's just say i'm not happy about what Grant told me." Zack's eyes were cold, staring Travis down, basically nose to nose with him.

Travis felt himself starting to sweat a little, eyes wide, suddenly nervous. "Um, well I-"

"Listen, what you did to Grant, how you broke his heart, you're going to regret that." Zack's lips were curled now, appearing to get more angry. "Unlike you, I care about him and you're going to pay for what you did to him." He almost growled, making Travis flinch a little, eyes wide.

"But-But-But I don't-"

"Just watch your back, pal." Zack hovered over him, making Travis go rigid with fear. "Because you'll be getting what you deserve." His green eyes stared straight into Travis's coldly, his voice low, a warning.

Travis opened his mouth with big eyes but nothing came out and then Zack turned around and walked off, heading back inside.

Travis stood there a moment, swallowing the lump in his throat, reaching into his pocket to fiddle for his keys and his phone, hurrying to get into his car.

Frowning, a little spooked, he immediately called Vic as soon as he took off.

"Hey Trav," Vic sing-songed into the phone, sounding upbeat, loud music in the background. "What's up?"

"Hey uh, the weirdest thing just happened to me." Travis started, still trying to make sense of who this Zack guy really was and why he seemed to be so….threatening to him. "Can we talk?"

"Sure, but can you make it quick? Waiter's bringing over another round!" Vic laughed, and Travis could hear Maya hollering something, not sure of what she was saying though.

Travis blinked and shook his head a little, not wanting to ruin Vic's fun, deciding not to tell her anyways, thinking he was just overreacting. Just a mix-up, that's all.

"Uh, nevermind. I'll tell you tomorrow." He pursed his lips as he spoke, smiling faintly. "Just have fun." He hung up before she could answer, exhaling, thinking hard.

Grant with a boyfriend? Some sorta-creepy Zack boyfriend? And was this Zack guy serious about making me 'regret it'? No. No. It was nothing. Nothing.

Travis pulled up to his house, assuring himself it was just nothing. But the angry face in the crowd the next day told him otherwise.


They were out on a call, just a regular normal day. Everyone had shown up for breakfast, they chatted, then hopped into the trucks when the first call came. Simple.

Travis hadn't said anything to Victoria about last night though, but it wasn't a concern to him anymore.

"Keep the lines secure!"

"Gibson, Herrera, what's your status?"

Everyone was giving orders as Station 19 was out at a library, putting out fires and trying to get everyone out safely. Travis was with Dean by the aid-car with a gurney ready, awaiting Warren and Hughes who were bringing out the last of the victims.

The roads had been blocked off with yellow tape and a crowd had gathered, watching and pointing, remaining out of harm's way.

While waiting, tapping his foot anxiously, Travis spared a glance at them, scanning some of their faces, watching them.

And then he saw him.

It was Zack. He was standing right there in the crowd and he was looking right at him.

Travis froze, eyes going wide. "Just watch your back, pal, because you'll be getting what you deserve. You're going to pay for what you did to him."

Rigid and frozen in place, Travis felt his mouth fall open. "Oh my god." He breathed out shakily.

"What?" Dean looked over in alarm, thinking something was wrong with the crew or their equipment or anything that could go wrong, wide-eyed. "What, what?"

Travis shook himself and quickly looked away, swallowing hard, picking up his equipment. "Nothing." He quickly turned to walk away, leaving Dean to shrug and follow.

Travis frowned as he hurried along. Zack was here, he was here, watching me. Was that coincidence? Or is this guy really out to get me?

Travis didn't know but he had an odd feeling in his stomach that if he saw this guy again, it wasn't going to be just a coincidence.


After his shift, Travis came home, smirking as he texted with Vic, walking up to his front door, sending her the happy and wink-wink emoji, getting out his keys as he went up the porch steps.

"Pretty heroic call today."

Travis nearly jumped out of his skin, holding back a scream, whipping around in alarm, seeing a figure sitting in one of his chairs on his front porch.

But it wasn't just any figure. It was Zack.

Travis felt his entire spine shudder, that odd feeling sneaking up his chest, wide-eyed, alarmed that this man was here. On his front porch.

This was the third time now.

"You looked pretty good out there, today." Zack rose to his feet, appearing smug. "Dressed in uniform and all."

Travis was still trying to muster the ability to speak, mouth opening and closing repeatedly, eyebrows furrowing. "Wh-What are you doing here?" Was all he could say.

Zack stepped closer, acting as if nothing were out of the ordinary. "You know when Grant first told me you were a firefighter I thought, damn, you must be really sexy."

Travis stupidly backed up into one of his porch beams as Zack stepped towards him, flinching at the cold touch, hardly listening to what Zack was even saying, still weary of why he was here.

"No wonder he fell for you." Zack came close, taking the chance to hover over Travis again, Travis nervously reaching back at the beam behind him, shaking a little.

"L-Look, Look, I-whatever this thing is with Grant, I-I-I don't want any trouble."

"Trouble?" Zack smirked, eyebrows raising. "Who said anything about trouble? No, Grant told me you're a sensitive guy so why would you want any trouble? But look at where we are now."

Travis swallowed hard, wide-eyed, heart racing. "Look just get off my property, okay? Or i'll call the police." He tried to look serious but his voice was shaking.

"Ooh, even I know you won't do that." Zack mused, nevertheless stepping aside. "You're too forgiving for that. But, either way, I'll see you around."

Wide-eyed, Travis stepped past him with a gulp, eyeing him as he quickly grabbed the doorknob, not going inside until Zack had walked down the steps and was out of sight, exhaling a huge breath.

He hurried inside and threw himself up against the door after locking it, trying to catch his breath, admittedly frightened.

Who is this guy? How can Grant be dating such a…..creep, as it seems? And what does he want with me?

Shaking, Travis fumbled a hand into his pocket and pulled out his phone, almost dialing Vic's number, or Grant's.

But he had deleted Grant's number after they had broken up.

But yet, he wanted to ask Who the hell is your boyfriend and what have you been telling him about me?

Vic, what would he even tell Vic, what would he say to her and what would she say back?

Shaking, he saw she had texted him, saying You're funny. Hand shaking, he tapped Reply and started typing I need to tell you something, I think there's this guy after me…..But then he licked his lips and frowned, quickly deleting it, instead sending Of course. Have fun.

Exhaling again, Travis shut off his phone, starting for the kitchen to the fridge, grabbing a water, guzzling down a huge gulp.

Quit worrying. This is nothing. He'll be gone by tomorrow, you're not ever going to see him again, he told himself as he went to his bedroom, shaking his head.

You'll be okay, you'll be okay. Nothing's going to happen to you, you'll be fine. I hope….

A/N: Well kinda a rough start...any thoughts for me?