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Emily POV

I pulled up on scene and jumped out of my car. There was a line about a mile long of cars. It seemed this fire was taking up a lot of the tunnel. I jogged to the fire. I pulled up to the line of police officers and stopped. One of them held out his hand for me to stop, "Ma'am you can't go past here. There's a fire up ahead."

"Yeah I got that. That's the reason I'm here." I reached into my pocket for my shield, and the officer reached for his gun. I held my hands up in a submissive position, "Hey now, I'm the fire chief. Just let me by and we won't have any trouble."

He looked me up and down. "I'm sorry ma'am, but without any identification I can't let you by."

Isn't that what I was just trying to do? "Ok then. I'm going to reach into my pocket and grab my badge." I felt around in my pocket. Shit, it wasn't there. "Ah, officer, I must have left it in my vehicle. But that fire going on up ahead seems pretty bad. I'm sure my teams need me."

He shook his head, "I'm sorry ma'am, there's nothing I can do."

Well shit. How was I going to get past this asshole? I looked at his nameplate, "Look, Officer Reagan, do you want me to call the fire chief to verify my credentials?" I'm sure my granddad would love the interruption, but he didn't need to know that.

He gave me a wary look, "Ma'am, we've had some trouble with civilians misidentifying themselves as firemen. I can't let you in without identification."

I sighed, then I whistled as loud as I could, "Nate! Get your ass over here!"

He turned to look, then walked over, "What are you doing Captain? We brought your outfit. It's in the truck, get changed and come on."

"Wait! This officer won't let me by without identification."

He gave me a weird look. He walked over to the officer and took off his helmet. "Rookie, this here is one of the best fire captains in the tri-state area. That help?"

He paused and his partner walked over. I recognized him as Sergeant Renzuli. "What seems to be the problem over here Reagan?"

He explained the situation as I leaned around him to look at the fire. It was pretty big to be in this tunnel, but not too bad. We would need to get the other cars out of here in case it spread though. "Yeah, this is the fire chief. Just let her by Reagan, it's ok."

He paused, the waved me by. I dropped my keys in his palm, "My SUV's about a mile back. You can move it closer to here. Then get all of the cars out of here. I don't care if they have to drive backwards, nobody's getting through here for at least four hours, maybe more." He looked confused. I waved him off, "Go. I'll need some of the things in my trunk soon." He looked to Renzulli for confirmation and he nodded. Then he took off at a jog. I raised my voice so he could hear me, "I need the SUV before you move the cars!" Renzuli chuckled. I looked at him, "You and your partner stick around until I can talk to you both later."

He looked at me, "Give the kid a break. We're helping out in this bureau today, he has no reason to recognize you."

I shrugged my shoulders, "Not my problem. Stick around." I turned around and put on my protective clothing. Then I walked over to Nate, "What have we got?"

He pointed to each individual car as he described it, "Three car pileup. One must have had a gas leak because it exploded. We got everybody out, and they're in the ambulance or okay enough to stay on scene. Another car blew up right before you arrived. We're trying to spray the other car enough that it won't. It looks like it's about too though."

I nodded, "How long since the crash?"

"Almost a half hour." If the last car exploded it would be soon.

"Has anyone gotten a look at the gas tank yet?"

He shook his head, "Nope. It's been too hot to get close enough."

I shook my head. This was not good. Depending on how much gas was in that tank, it could be fatal to one of my firefighters. "Get into the tunnel plumping system. Use some of the water there or we'll run out soon enough. I'm gonna go closer to the cars."

I flicked my radio on and listened to the reports my team were giving. Most of it I already knew. "Hey, whose getting closer to the fire?"

I sighed, "Probie it's me." It was a shorter version of probationary agent.

"Hey Cappy, what took you so long?"

Nate came in, "Don't ask Probie. You'll just get her started."

"Yeah, yeah, now get back to work. We want this fire to be out before sunset." I snuck around the edges of the fire, but every time I tried to get closer, a lick of flames seemed to jump out at me. Finally I saw my opening, but I'd have to be quick. I jumped towards the car, and had myself well covered by the time the flames hit me. "Come on guys."

The moment I said that water started spraying towards me. That helped me maneuver around a little. I got a good look at the gas tank, then jumped out. I felt the hose spraying me, almost pushing me back into the fire with the force off it. "Ok, ok enough already." I walked over to where my team was huddled, waiting to know what I saw. "We need to get all the officers back. That car has a full tank of gas. It could go up any minute." They all nodded and each went to a different officer. I turned to the one nearest me, and saw the officer I met earlier, except he was now soaked with sweat. Why couldn't I remember his name?

"Hi," He panted. He pointed over beyond the curve, "Your SUV is right there. I kept it back in case the fire grew."

I nodded, "Ok, get Renzulli and get your car further back then that."

He shook his head, "I can't do that ma'am."

I sighed, "Really? Are we going to go through this again?"

Renzulli walked over and saw that I was annoyed with this officer. "Reagan, what's the problem this time?"

He shook his head, "Sarge, she wants us to move the cars back."

I looked to Renzulli and said, "That car might explode any minute. I don't want any other fuel lines nearby. Get the car out of here now." He nodded and looked to Reagan.

"I'll go move the car back. Listen to whatever she has to say, and then follow it to the letter. Got it?" He nodded, and Renzulli jogged off.

I looked back to the fire, and saw it had gotten bigger. A few members of my team were still spraying water and other chemicals on it to make it stop, but it didn't seem to be working. I heard a few crackles with a metal ting. I looked towards the fuel tank, and saw it was red hot. "GET DOWN!" The moment I said that, every firefighter moved to cover anyone without protective gear on. We heard the explosion, and felt the blast. I jumped to cover Officer Reagan with my body as we landed on the pavement. He was further away than I would have liked for me to cover him. I heard his head hit the ground, and I knew it would hurt. The moment the flames went back towards the car, I got up to make sure he was all right. His eyes were closed. I started feeling up the sides of his body, checking for any injuries. I looked at his cap, and saw it was a little singed, "I need the hose over here!"

One of the guys ran over, turned the pressure down, then sprayed his face a little. Officer Reagan groaned a little. I hoped he hadn't gotten a concussion. I knelt down next to him, and felt the back of his head. I felt a little bump but didn't push on it. "Get me some EMTs over here!" I looked back at the fire it seemed to be dying down now. The fire from the explosion would put out the original fire.

Thankfully some of most of us were trained in basic first aid after 9/11. I opened his eyelids to see if his pupils were different sizes, "Mmmm. Don't."

At least he was aware. "Officer Reagan, it's me, can you tell me my name?"

He opened one eye, then winced at the light. "Captain something. You never told me."

I smirked, "All right smart ass, open your other eye too." He did, and I swore. His pupils were different sizes. "You have a concussion. When the paramedics get here, they're going to take you to the hospital."

He tried to nod, then winced at the pain, "Weren't they here?"

At least he was being logical, "We sent them away when the fire got too much, remember?"

"Mhhhm." I heard the sirens pulling up. They had actually left the scene. Damn, they must be new. When I said leave, I meant go to the back round, not the whole scene. I looked back to my team, they were all okay; no one was hurt. Nate ran over to me, "He okay?"

I got up as the medics ran over, "Concussion. He should be fine though."

Nate nodded. "Let me guess, you want to ride with him?"

I shifted from foot to foot and thought about it, "Yeah. It's my fault he hit his head so hard. I should make sure he's okay."

He sighed, "You saved his life Em, he'll be okay."

I started to take off my gear, "Just make sure this gets back to the station okay. I'll be back later to look at the truck. The engine was making some weird noises." He hauled my things to the truck and I hopped in the ambulance. I looked at the paramedics, "Why did you leave the scene?"

He shrugged his shoulders, "We got called away. Another bus was close in case anything went wrong. We figured you were fine."

I tried to keep my temper in check, "And look what happened. Next time you're on my scene, you stay until I tell you that you can leave. Got it?"

He looked at my t-shirt and saw my rank within the department. He nodded, and turned back to Officer Reagan. When we arrived at the hospital, I waited in the waiting room. I knew the doctors didn't need another person in the room. I was pretty sure the officer was hyped up on drugs by now. He probably wouldn't even remember the ride in the ambulance come morning. About a half hour later I saw Frank walk in. I still hadn't talked to him since the last time I injured one of his officers, and I certainly didn't want to now. I snuck out behind his personal detail, subtly nodding to Lieutenant Baker. She partially understood the relationship I had with Frank, and knew he didn't need the distraction right now.

I took a ride with a different officer outside the hospital once I told him the condition of Officer Reagan. He dropped me off right outside the fire station so I walked inside. Once I had grabbed some food, and did a little paperwork I went down to the garage. We currently had four trucks in there, and one ambulance. We were one of the bigger stations in the city, and the fire commissioner also knew I would do maintenance on the trucks for free. Of course, the fire commissioner also happened to be my grandfather so that helped also.

When I got out of the hospital when I was seventeen, he realized I liked to work on cars. That only increased in the army, despite my alcoholism. When I joined the fire department I learned everything about all the fire trucks we housed. I propped one of the trucks up just the tiniest bit, and slid on a scooter underneath it. I brought some screwdrivers and wrenches and started tinkering around. I was sure that I would be able to see the problem in less than a half hour.