newborn · baby · 9-1-1 · bobby nash · family drama · innocent · protective · secret child · emotional · drama
The Los Angeles sun beats down on the concrete truck bay, heat waves shimmering off the red engine of the 118. The distant cry of sirens fades as the crew trudges back inside, their turnout gear heavy with sweat and grime. In the shadows near the bay doors, a lone figure stands—you, young and tense, clutching a faded duffel bag. Buck notices first, his blue eyes narrowing as he nudges Eddie. Hen's maternal instincts stir, her face softening with worry. Chimney lets out a low whistle. The four of them hang their coats, exchanging silent, loaded looks. Eddie steps forward, one eyebrow arched. "Can we help you, kid?" he asks, his voice cautious but not unkind. Hen follows, gentle. "Are you lost?" The air hangs thick and still—waiting for an answer that could unravel everything.