Okay so I am bad I know but I can't resist. I'm listening to the Station 19 soundtrack now and wow, can't even describe the feelings. So let's stay in this post finale universe for a while okay? I know it won't happen like this but seems to me we all need a bit of fantasy world now when we don't have 19. What do you think: ;)

Timeline – set after season finale – sequel to my story Broken Man. Better to read that first.

Spoilers – up to the season finale (and through fictional Broken Man)

CRASHED INTO ME

It's been two weeks since they got back from the wildfire in L.A. Two weeks since their lives changed as they had to face some of the deepest fears and fire face to face in a totally different way from what they were used to.

Captain Sullivan took a leap of faith and it paid off. Knowing his people the way he did now, knowing how they worked together and what they were capable of, he knew he would fight for every single one of them no matter the cost. In time he started to trust them and after recent events it seemed that feeling was mutual.

Station 19 ran smoothly. He was far from being their friend but he didn't really need that. He needed their trust and respect and could give them the same. And it worked for them. He started to spend a bit more time with them. Especially his mornings changed dramatically. He wouldn't have breakfast on his own anymore. After the first day when they practically shoved him coffee and food into his hands and made him sit down with them he started to join them for breakfast.

Well he tried not to but the next day when Miller and Gibson came to the Station, they changed and went to the beanery. Fresh coffee was brewed but no one was there. Gibson and Miller shared a look and with a sigh they did rock-paper-scissors and as Gibson lost he walked down to the Captain's office. He saw him sitting there and knocked on the door.

"Morning, Sir."

"Morning, Gibson."

"Thanks for the coffee."

"No problem, I was here early." He told him and thought it would be the end of their conversation.

"Will you join us for breakfast, Sir?" Gibson asked and had to hold back a chuckled when he noticed the slightly panicked look on his Captain's face. But it was gone soon and as he stood there and waited, he saw the change in the man in front of him.

"Yeah, I'll be there in a minute." He replied and Gibson nodded and left.

He had butterflies in his stomach when he was walking upstairs but there was this tiny little voice in his head telling him he was doing the right thing.

He heard voices from the beanery, Bishop, Miller, Gibson – and Andy. God he wanted to see her. So he stepped in with his cup of coffee in hand and greeted them all.

Maya and Andy looked a bit surprised but greeted him anyway. Andy didn't have a chance to talk to him alone again after their little evening chat and now she felt a bit lost. Luckily Maya saved the day.

"So, what do you even like for breakfast, Sir?"

"And coffee doesn't count as breakfast." Andy supplied and he just chuckled.

And so it happened that he started to have breakfast with his crew. He was mostly silent but from time to time he had the courage to talk. It wasn't easy to be open with them so suddenly but one small step after another and in a week he felt at ease with them and to his surprise – and relieve – they seemed to see it the same way. The original tension left the room and they could have their breakfast peacefully.

And now in two weeks time he actually enjoyed their mornings and noticed they all worked with better attitude after the breakfast and without the usual morning line-up. They could go over the day's plans in the beanery as well. It was a big step for him, step out of his comfort zone – but it turned out better than he could have expected.

He looked around them now, talking about the last call they had yesterday.

Sullivan was glad that things worked out for his crew. Watching Hughes bickering with Montgomery he could just hope the worst was over.

He's been back for a couple of days. When he stepped through the door on his first day back everyone went quiet. He called them he would be back but he didn't see anyone up till that moment. Hughes came over him and hugged him. And so did Andy and Maya. They guys slapped his back and they all welcomed him. Sullivan was the last one there. Travis looked at him then and everyone fell silent.

"Thank you, Sir."

"Don't mention it, Montgomery."

"If it weren't for you, I'd be in jail. You called your brother, you got me a lawyer and you testified."

At that everyone looked at him surprised.

"You actually went to the court, Sir?" Miller asked him.

"Well, yes. I talked to Mark and he suggested it would be a good idea. The Judge agreed and so I testified.

"And it worked out. Thank you, really, Sir." Montgomery said and Sully just nodded. He didn't know what to say. He was not used to this.

"So you just called and said you were free but we need details, Trav." Hughes said and he nodded, grabbed a coffee and sat down.

And so he told them about the court, about Jeremy's history with bar fights and drinking, about all the information Mark had on him, he told them about the Judge and his not too friendly attitude. He told them that he had it in his personal file now but can ask in a year to have it deleted.

"They're going to take part of my paycheck and donate it to our Seattle FD fund for family members of hurt and fallen firefighters for half a year. And I can't ask for promotion in three years."

"Wow, that's a lot." Maya said.

"It could have been much worse."

"So now you just have to be a good boy, Montgomery." Gibson told him half teasingly.

"You have no idea." Montgomery told him with a smile and soon they were all just eating their breakfast. Montgomery had promised his Captain right after the court that he would not tell them one part of the deal. About the paper Sullivan signed, stating that he vouched for him and should he get himself in any troubles, he would take the fall with him. The Judge decided that if his Captain was so confident in his character, he could prove it. Montgomery thought he wouldn't – but he did.

The only missing member of the crew was Warren. He asked for some personal leave after the fiasco at his oral for Medic One. And so he gave him the time he needed. Because the last thing he needed was a firefighter who wasn't 100% okay and fit to do his job.

It's been two weeks though so he should get back and they should talk about the future. When the breakfast was almost over there was a knock on the door. It was Pruitt Herrera.

"Dad." Andy greeted him with a smile and went over to kiss his cheek.

"Hija." He smiled back.

"What brings you by?" She asked.

"Coffee, Sir?" Miller asked but Pruitt declined.

"I came here to talk to your Captain." He said instead, holding a folder in his hand.

"Sure, let's go to my office." He got up, took his cup. "So get to work people." He told his crew and they all cleaned up and left.

Once in the office Pruitt closed the door.

"Since when do you eat breakfast in the beanery?" He was curious.

"Isn't that one of the things you advised me to do?" He asked back.

"I just didn't think you were listening." Pruitt answered and then regarded the man in front of him.

"It took me some time…" Sullivan admitted but Pruitt actually smiled. "Good for you."

"Yeah, still getting used to it but thanks."

At that moment Warren knocked on the door and came in. He was not wearing his uniform. He closed the door behind him and looked at his two Captains.

After the greetings and usual questions the tough part came.

"So have you decided about what you want to do now?" Sullivan asked him.

"What are my options, Sir?"

"I called anyone I knew from Medic One but their director is not willing to listen." Herrera said.

"I figured that much, Sir."

"So would you perhaps like to stay here at 19?" Sullivan asked after a moment.

"Is that a real option? The letter I got says otherwise." He was tense and affected by the situation. "It says I should be taken from active duty for disobeying orders and not following guidelines. It also suggest you start an investigation on my behavior." And damn it was making him angry.

"That's why your Captain called me, Warren."

"And?" He looked at Pruitt.

"Being retired have its perks, son." He said with a smile and handed him the folder he had been holding. Warren opened it and found huge list of references from his colleagues from both Grey Sloan and here from 19, also from Sullivan, Herrera and some other firefighters from other units. But the most important letter was the on top. He was from Terry. It was different from the other ones.

Warren took that one out and read it. He had to blink back tears as that day would probably haunt him forever. He knew in his heart he did the right thing but it was still difficult. In that letter Terry described the day, how he refused to leave his house, how he met Warren, how they talked, acted, he described the event where he lost his hand – well what he could remember from it. And by the end of the letter he wrote that he hadn't had the chance to give consent with the amputation but that Ben Warren saved his life – and his wife's as well as they couldn't really live without one another anymore after all those decades spent together.

"If you want to stay here at 19, I'll be happy. If you decided you need to leave, I get it, Warren, I really do." Sullivan said and Warren looked at him and knew that man spoke the truth. He truly got it. He would understand.

"And should anyone try to come and tell me differently, I'll show him that folder for start. Look, if you want to go, I won't stop you. But if you don't, then I will fight for you should it be needed." Sullivan said.

"Think about it." Pruitt told him and Warren was really touched.

"I don't need to. I already talked to my wife about options and although I wasn't even hoping for this chance, I'm taking it."

"So?"

"So I report for duty, Sir." He told Sullivan and handed him the folder. Sully put it down onto his table and nodded.

"Good. Go get changed." He told him then.

"Thank you, Sir." Warren told Herrera.

"You're welcome." He answered knowing well that this man had earned his respect during the time they worked together. And he truly didn't deserve the way they treated him at Medic One.

When he left, Sullivan talked some more to Pruitt and then Pruitt wished him a good day. When he was about to leave, Andy knocked on the door and opened. Before she could say anything, Pruitt excused himself and left.

Andy stepped inside and stopped in front of Sullivan nervously.

"What is it?" He asked after a moment, standing up from his chair and meeting her on the other side of the table.

"When's your appointment in the hospital?"

"At three."

"You'll let me know then?" She asked.

"You know I will." He replied. It took him a lot of effort to make that first call when his leg gave out, but she picked up. It was a brief moment of numbness so he just called his doctor and made another appointment. But Andy was glad he called her. As he promised.

And so he called after every test they did on him, he called after both his check-ups. And although they didn't have time to take any further steps in their possible personal romantic relationship, they at least talked over the phone.

Twice Andy saw him sitting in the office late in the evening so she brought him dinner – like she did before when he asked if she could see him as a bright spot from the fallout of the skyscraper fire. And they ate their dinner, they talked – like friends – at ease. Nothing happened between them till the moment when he reached over his desk and touched her hand. She curled her fingers around his and they just sat there like that.

"I…" She started but didn't know what she wanted to say.

"You don't have to say anything."

"It's been a week."

"I know."

"I still don't know how to do this."

"Because I'm your boss or because you're not sure about it?" He asked then and she looked him in the eyes. "Andy we don't have …." But she surprised him by leaning over the desk and kissing him. It was a peck on his lips but it took his breath away as he didn't see it coming.

"Once you're all right we can have lunch or dinner or something. Not here." She suggested.

"Absolutely." He agreed with a smile. She realized that smile grew on her. She was very fond of him when he smiled at her like that.

"We need to keep it professional here." She said.

"I agree with that." He replied.

"So I'm sorry about before."

"Don't be." He sighed and reaching for her face he brought her to him for one more swift kiss.

She laughed and they finished their dinner. But aside from the calls related to his leg and few texts over the next week they haven't really had a chance to talk – till then.

She was still looking at him standing by his desk, looking at her.

"Was that all you wanted?" He asked then and enjoyed the moment.

"What about tomorrow?"

"What about it?"

"Well I have a free day so…"

"So I should ask you out finally." He told her then and to his surprise watched her blush slightly.

"And will you?" She prompted.

"Andy, will you have lunch or dinner with me tomorrow?" He asked then, for a moment forgetting about where they were.

But before she could answer the dispatch called for Aid Car 19. Andy was on Aid Car that day so she just smiled and left the office in a hurry. Only then she realized she didn't answer. As Travis was driving she typed a quick response.

"Yes."

And before she could analyze the warm fuzzy feeling in her chest they arrived on the scene and she had to switch to her firefighter mode and focus.

A/N I have no real idea about the legal aspects of what Travis was put through so just bear with me. Same goes for Warren. Thanks.