CS5
John pulled into the parking lot of his home station, rubbed his eyes and made his way into the dayroom, but not before, putting his turnout and helmet in it's respective place. He placed the three dozen holiday donuts and headed out to the bay to find both the engine and squad gone. The paramedic wasn't surprised, the closer it got to Christmas the more calls there were. Now with the rain coming down every other day, his nights were filled up with car crashes with seriously drunk drivers.
Roy pulled up to Johnny's car and on a hunch peeked inside. There was a garbage bag on the bed in the back, on the back seat there was two, no, three uniforms, a Gemco bag and on the front seat were fast food wrappers. If he didn't know any better he'd say his partner was living out of his car. But he was still po'd at him missing the party among other things.
Once changed in the locker room DeSoto headed to the dayroom and much needed coffee. He had been putting together bikes for his kids, no more midnight calls to do that, although it might have been fun if Johnny had been with him. He had to admit his partner was mechanically inclined and always seemed to be working on the squad for some unknown noise, his pride showing when he worked on it. Surprised he found donuts on the table and snagged one.
John was sitting on his bed in the dorm, hungrily eyeing his pillow. Beverly Hills had just as many problems as everyone else; the only difference was the houses were more expensive along with the cars. For his three days he had lost count of the car accidents and house fires they had taken care of and placed his novel underneath his pillow. Hearing the rumble of the engine the dark haired man headed towards the bay.
C-shift was tired, hungry and ready to go home. Waving each man ducked into the locker/shower area to get cleaned up. John spotted Roy in the doorway of the dayroom as the engine pulled in. By the frown on his partner's face he knew it was going to be a long shift.
Once roll call was done, Johnny again had latrine duty; he guessed it was punishment for not going to the parties everyone lived for. But he had two offers for transfers; he could handle the A-shift at 51 for a few more weeks. The first of the year, he would go, no more people hassling him, wanting to know what he did or where he went. Besides he had been a fool to believe DeSoto in the first place, like he had been doing him a favor, a favor to be his partner. Only it had turned out to be a big mistake, back at 110 as long as you did your job, you were an okay guy.
Finished with latrine duty, the frustrated paramedic headed out to the squad, he opened the doors, looked and examined each item. He quickly noted what supplies were low in the drug box and put a list in the glove compartment. IT had started raining earlier so he knew it wouldn't be long. The long week before Christmas always was the worst. AS if on call the tones sounded.
Coming back from Rampart, both men were drenched and tired. Using jaws on both cars, there were four victims to transport; each paramedic was stretched to their limits. Roy changed quickly but John stayed in the locker room, rubbing his eyes and trying to get all the blood he had seen at the accident out of his head. His stomach growled in protest but he didn't care.
"Where's John?" Stanley looked for his errant paramedic. " Dinner's getting cold."
"Last time I checked he was still in the locker room, Cap," Roy had all ready filled his plate and was eating.
"Go get him Roy," Hank looked sternly at Roy.
His chair scraping on the floor, Roy headed towards the locker room. Opening the door, he heard the shower running.
"Food's getting cold Junior," Roy said tightly, still miffed at his partner and getting so emotionally involved in the accident.
Stepping out of the shower, Johnny smiled. "Be there in five."
DeSoto turned on his heel and Gage frowned, still drained from the accident but quick to put on the mask. He ate heartily and helped with the dishes, while the rest of the shift was watching 'It's a Wonderful Life' on the tube. He stole quietly away and went to the dorm. Reading he wiped away tired tears from his eyes and eventually fell asleep.