TK, Carlos, and Eddie all sat and watched as Buck taught Bailey and Christopher how to beat the arcade game on the loft of the 118 firehouse. TK had seen the connection between the two men back during the San Andreas fire and since then it had only seemed to grow.

"So, when you gonna ask him Diaz?" TK asked taking a sip of his water.

Eddie seemed to snap out of his daze and flicked his eyes over to TK.

"Sorry?" He asked.

Carlos looked over at his boyfriend and chuckled, he'd also caught on rather quickly to the simmering connection between Buck and Eddie, even if had seemed to be placed on the back burner.

"Buck, when are you gonna ask him?" TK prompted again.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Eddie said shaking his head.

"Sure you don't." Carlos said with a nod.

Eddie shook his head again.

"We're really good friends, that's all," He said. "And I may have given him parental rights over Christopher if anything were to ever happen to me but I mean he's so great with him. Christopher doesn't seem him as one of his dad's friends he sees him as a father figure and I really appreciate that. I mean how many people are you gonna find that accepts your kid practically as their own so soon after meeting them? And his connection with Chris is undeniable I mean he would do anything for him. You know Buck was so terrified that after the tsunami I wasn't going to let him see Chris anymore but I couldn't do that to him," Eddie took a breath. "To either of them."

TK nodded and looked to Carlos who was smiling gently.

"We know exactly what that's like." Carlos said.

"When TK started showing interest in fostering Bailey I was on board pretty quickly I mean I'd known her for a little while but then she was in our home and we were involved in her life and adoption was just the next step, there wasn't any questions about it. She was our daughter as much as we were her dads. She's told us about a few kids or even adults at school who seem hesitant to accept that a family doesn't need a father and a mother but can consist of any combination of people but she's so firm in her own beliefs and life experiences that she either brushes them off or has some sarcastic and witty response ready on the fly to come back with," Carlos said with a laugh at some of the comments that their daughter had come up with over the past year. His favorite by far though was when a kid in her class had made a comment about how her adoption was just a choice of pity and that they weren't a real family because a family can't have two dads and a broken excuse for a daughter, her response was 'Well, at least my dads chose me, even with my broken parts. Your parents didn't have any choice when they ended up with you.' Even if she had ended up with detention, Carlos and TK were holding their sides with laughter when she recounted the event. "Christopher is the same way," Carlos continued. "He's smart and accepting and kind. He isn't afraid to be different and have a family that is different. The way he is around you and Buck when you're all together is telling enough. He loves the way you are. He loves you as a family unit."

Eddie listened closely to Carlos' words. Everything he said hit a note for him. A family is a family no matter what the make-up looks like.

"Thank you." He said a thoughtful smile on his face.

Carlos nodded.

"Of course." He said.

"YES!" A shout brought the fathers attention back to the ongoing game in the corner.

Christopher was stood up on a couple fire hoses with his arms raised as Buck leaned against the wall and reached forward to give Chris a high five while Bailey was smiling and laughing happily. Carlos and TK smiled.

"So," Eddie said. "Bailey calls you dad TK, and Carlos you're-"

"Papá." Carlos finished for him.

Eddie nodded.

"Why papá?" He asked.

Carlos shrugged.

"Not sure, she just started using it and it stuck." He said.

"Hmm," Eddie hummed. "Chris calls Buck, Bucky. Don't know when or how that started but…"

Eddie shrugged. Who was he to judge terms of endearment when he knew very well that if you asked his mother then his name was Mundito. TK laughed.

"Well, kids will be kids." He reasoned.

"That they will be." Eddie agreed.

As if on cue, the alarm rang out through the firehouse, making everybody jump to attention. It was second nature for TK's muscles to jump when he heard the bell, having worked in a firehouse for as long as he had. Eddie and Buck joined the trail of firemen, women and paramedics headed down to the trucks while Bailey held back with Christopher and her dad and papá. That is, until Bobby spoke up.

"You guys wanna ride along?" Bobby asked.

Bailey looked to her dads, a gleam in her eye.

"Can we?" She asked.

TK chuckled.

"I don't see why not." He shrugged.

Bailey was ecstatic to be able to ride along with the 118, TK and Carlos surely didn't miss the wide smile on her face as they drove through the streets of LA. Chris had also tagged along and the little man was pointing out random buildings along the streets. He and Bailey seemed rather enraptured in conversation and by the time they rolled up on the pile up.

"We've got Chris." Carlos told Eddie and Buck so the men would know their boy was safe and they could focus on their work.

Everybody went to work while TK, Bailey, Carlos, and Chris all stood out of the way. Carlos had helped Chris out of the truck and the four of them stood leaning against the truck. Chris was enamored with the work that his father and his friends were doing, how they saved people every day made him feel like he lived with modern day superheroes like the ones in his comics and on TV, Bailey though, was more caught up in the area they were in. The buildings towered over them and even though the intersection was blocked off for emergency and first responders people and cars still bustled about around them, she took it all in. Yelling brought her back though and they turned to see a woman and a young boy standing at the police barricade.

"They're there and they aren't first responders, my son should be able to get closer to see too." The woman yelled.

Bailey shifted so that she could see the woman's son. She was holding his arm and the boy did not look at all interested in what was going on and Bailey cocked a brow.

"I guess people are stupid here too." She mumbled with a laugh.

The police officer who was trying to keep the woman back was eventually pulled away and the woman was able to slip under the barricade, pulling her son up to the firetruck. Carlos placed himself between the woman and Chris, motioning for TK to take him.

"Ma'am you need to go back behind the barricade." He said, bringing out his "cop voice" as Bailey had deemed it. It was the more authoritative and commanding voice that Carlos saved for work situations when people weren't taking him seriously.

The woman cocked her hip and raised her brow.

"You're all here, they should give everybody the same chance." She said.

"Ma'am, I'm an off duty police officer," Carlos said pulling out his badge. Bailey hadn't even realized that he'd brought it. "My husband is a paramedic. We're here in case they need us. We happened to be having lunch with the 118 when the alarm went off."

"And the kids?" The woman scoffed.

"They're-"

"I'm an intern," Bailey said stepping forward and cutting off Carlos. "I'm here to learn more about the LA fire department. I'm from Texas and am doing a project on how fire stations are run in different states. One of the firefighters' son was in today when the alarm went off so I said that I'd watch him at the scene since I'm supposed to go with them."

Carlos blinked and looked to TK who seemed just as surprised that Bailey had been able to come up with an excuse as fast as she had. The woman was shocked as well though obviously undeterred.

"Well, it doesn't change the fact that-"

"That you need to leave this scene." A new voice entered the conversation.

Five seconds, that was all it took.

One. The woman pushed her son at Bailey who caught him.

Two. She tried to make a run for it toward the crowd of people.

Three. Two other police officers tackled her to the ground.

Four. They dragged her, kicking and screaming, to an awaiting cruiser.

Five. The door was shut on the woman who was still screaming something about her rights and police brutality through the door. Bailey couldn't help but laugh.

Another officer gently guided the boy away and Bailey took a few steps back until she left the ladder truck behind her.

"So what do you think kiddo?" TK asked leaning back on the ladder truck.

Bailey turned and looked at her dad.

"I love LA." She said, her smile wide enough to out shine the sun.