I... don't even know what this story is. It came into my head and I had to write it. Its a short little drabble but I hope you like it.
Also, I know TK is sober but him drinking will only appear in this fic
TK tripped over his feet, giggling as he went to answer the pounding knocking coming from the front door. Today was TK's birthday and when the 126 found out, they had to throw him a party. It was supposed to be a quiet afar at Owen and TK's, just the team and their partners, with some of Austin's finest barbeque on the menu, specialty drinks, and music. Well, that was the plan until Owen decided to break out the 'good' tequila and the night started to get hazy from there.
As he approached the door, TK turned to his guests and shushed them, not that it did any good, no one could hear him over the loud thump of the music. When he opened the door, he was not expecting to be greeted by a handsome police officer, with deep olive skin, short black hair, and a dazzling smile, standing tall in the doorway. His uniform was a deep navy blue, utility belt sitting lowly on his hips, a shiny gold badge perched on his chest with 'Reyes' engraved on it. TK got a little excited, smiling devilishly as he thought 'did someone get me a stripper for my birthday?'
"Good evening sir, are you the owner of this residence?" the officer asked.
"Oh, wouldn't you like to know," TK said flirtatiously.
"Yes, I would, there has been a noise complaint filed to this residence," officer Reyes explained, poking his head through the door and inspecting the party.
"Have I been a bad boy?" TK slurred, feeling brave with the liquid courage flowing through his veins. Before he could talk himself out of it, TK reached forward and pulled the officer inside, "come on officer, do I need to be punished?"
"What?" the officer asked in confusion, placing his hand on his holstered gun at the unexpected contact, which TK briefly thought looked very real to be a prop.
"Come on officer, are you here to punish me?" TK repeated coquettishly, his hands travelling up the officer's chest and started to unbutton his uniformed shirt.
"TK!"
"Carlos?"
TK looked over to see Michelle and his dad staring at him in bewilderment. Carlos grabbed TK's hands and removed them from his chest before he started to button up his shirt once again. It was then TK started to sober up, he noticed the radio on Carlos' shirt, that the 'prop' gun was actually a real gun and this man was not a stripper.
"Oh god, you're not a stripper," TK muttered in embarrassment.
"Carlos, what's going on?" Michelle asked as she approached her friend.
"Noise complaint from the neighbours, can you turn the music down?"
"Yes, sure," Michelle agreed before walking off towards the living room to lower the volume of the music.
"Is everything ok here, officer?" Owen asked, looking between the two men.
"Just a misunderstanding," Carlos assured, "just keep the music down."
"No problem."
"I'm sorry," TK stumbled out, Carlos nodded, turned before leaving through the front door. When he was gone, TK groaned and hit his head against the wall with a dull 'thud'.
"Are you alright son?"
"No," TK muttered pitifully. He had never been so embarrassed in his life. He was never drinking again.
A week later, the 126 was dispatched to a house fire in the middle of the day, the cause was an air-conditioning unit, the air filter hadn't been cleaned causing it to overheat and burst into flames. Once the fire was extinguished, TK was in charge of rolling up the fire hose. As he began laying out the hose, he looked up and groaned, there was officer Reyes. TK still thought it was valid to think that uniform bordered on a stripper uniform, how was it regulation uniform for it to be that tight? Also, TK had been working in Austin for two months now, how had he not seen him around?
TK tried to keep his head down but it was too late, Carlos walked casually towards him, his hands on his belt, smiling knowingly at the firefighter.
"So, is it my turn now? Because I've got about 4 jokes, I can make about you handling that fire hose," Carlos smirked as he watched TK struggle to move it into place.
"Look I'm sorry ok? I didn't know you were a cop, if I did, I wouldn't have done what I did."
"I didn't say I didn't like it," Carlos explained. TK faltered slightly at that, so Carlos was… gay?
"Really?"
"It's not often I get mistaken for a stripper, its good for the ego," Carlos chuckled, causing TK to roll his eyes.
"Seems like your ego is already big enough."
"That's not the only thing that's big," Carlos winked. TK cleared his throat and picked up the fire hose he had finished rolling up.
"Guess you'll have to show me some time," TK said as he brushed passed the officer and made his way to back to the fire truck. Glancing back, he gave a flirty smile, that was when he noticed that Carlos was smirking too before he went off to conduct some police business.
Maybe TK didn't make a complete fool of himself after all.