On The Line

A/N : Hey guys! Thank you for joining me on this journey of writing a 9-1-1 fanfiction. A few things you should know. One, Eddie reconciled with his wife in the show. That doesn't happen here. In fact, she isn't even, nor was she ever, his wife in my story. Two, my oc is Athena's niece. Finally, I hope you enjoy.

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"Station 118, this is Dispatch. We've got report of a tour bus crashed inside of house on Melrose and Laguardia." the radio squeaks out.

"Dispatch, this is Station 118. We're heading to the scene now." Captain Nash replies.

We drive to the scene and it's not long before we get there. The bus was sticking out of the roof of the house and I take my helmet off to make sure I'm seeing it correctly.

Everyone hops off the truck before me and Buck sticks behind to help me off the truck.

"I can hop off a truck just fine, Evan." I tell him, not taking his hand as I hop down.

"Do you really have to call me Evan?" he responds.

"It's your name, dumbass." I tell him, rolling my eyes.

"Yes. But you say it non-stop. For the two years that we've known each other." Evan states.

"I call you Buck sometimes. Besides, I could always just call you pretty boy." I suggest.

"As long as that means you're admitting that you think I'm pretty." he quickly retorts.

Before I can think of something clever to say, Hen calls out to us.

"If you two are done flirting with each other, I could use Amelia's help." she says.

"Duty calls." I say, saluting Buck before I run over to help Hen.

———

"I was not flirting with Buck at the scene yesterday!" I exclaim to Hen as I pull my firefighter jacket from the hook.

"You definitely were. Someone would think you two were the reason they called the fire department." Hen jokes.

I was about to say something when Captain Nash began to stroll through.

"Outstanding haircut, Martin." he says.

I look at Hen and she nods without saying anything.

"You are cheery." she tells him.

"Why shouldn't I be?" Captain queries.

"I don't know. Maybe cause you've been like this for weeks and it's starting to get on my nerves. What's going on with you?" Hen asks.

"I got another DXA scan and guess who dropped another half percent?" Buck chimes in.

"Was it Chim?" I inquire jokingly.

"What?" Hen asks, laughing at me but talking to Buck.

"A DXA scan measures your body fat. You can see your percentage in every part of your body." he elaborates.

"Oh, yeah? They measure the fat in your head?" Chim chimes in.

I laugh a little before giving Chimney a high five.

"See, that would be funny. But we're about a week away from submissions being due for the Hot Days, Smoldering Nights : Men of the LAFD wall calendar. And I'm already at my goal weight. So, it seems like my head is clearly working perfectly." Buck quips back.

"Do you really need to use that whole title?" Hen questions.

"Yeah. You could just say the "idiotic, reductive, sexist calendar that insults the dignity of this organization and furthers the myth that all firefighters are male." I finish for her.

Captain and Chimney look at me like I'm crazy and I roll my eyes.

"Yeah, that's not any less words." Buck says, making me push his head.

"Hen and Amelia, come on. It's for charity." Captain Nash points out.

"No, Bobby. You too?" Hen queries, shaking her head at him.

"Well, why not? They say a man is at his sexiest when he reaches 50." he responds.

"Is that what "they" say?" I ask, earning a chuckle in response.

"Okay, you're both wrong. All right. You see, I think sorority houses all across this great nation are ready for a new Asian sex symbol. It's our time." Chim reveals before eating a potato chip.

"I think it's great, you know. I like that you're both going up for it." Buck states.

"Oh. Because you don't think that we have a chance." Captain replies.

"Whoa. Did I say that? I mean, sure. Let's be real. They are only picking one candidate from each station." Buck tells us, as if we didn't already know.

"Okay. Now that is a beautiful man." Chin says, pointing behind Buck.

"Where's the lie? And I like girls." Hen states.

We all turn in his direction and I freeze up.

"Who the hell is that?" Buck queries.

"That's Eddie Diaz. New recruit. Graduated top of his class just this week. Guys over at Station 6 were dying to have him, but I convinced him to join us." Captain informs us.

"H-He's going to be working here? With us?" I ask with a stammer.

"Yes. Amelia, are you okay?" Hen inquires, putting her hand on my shoulder.

"Yeah, no. I'm fine." I lie.

"What do we need him for?" Buck questions.

They laugh at him but I still feel like I'm stuck in the same spot.

"He served multiple tours in Afghanistan as an Army medic. Guy's got a silver star. It's not like he's wet behind the ears. Come on, I'll introduce you to him. He likes to be called Eight Pack." Captain Nash jokes.

"Wow, silver star." Hen purrs.

"Better drop some more body fat there, butch." Chim jokes, smacking Buck's stomach

"Together?" I suggest, holding my hand out to Buck.

He nods but doesn't take my hand. I roll my eyes before flipping him off. Reluctantly, I follow the group over to meet him.

"This is Hen. Hen, Eddie." Captain finishes up.

His eyes land on me and Buck and he ushers us over.

"This is Amelia. We call her Amy sometimes." Captain tell him.

Eddie looks up at me and I remember it all.

"Fuck, Eddie." I groan.

He digs his nails into my thighs as I scratch his back.

"I don't usually do this type of thing. But you're really pretty." he whispers.

"It's fine. I don't do this either. Just do that again." I respond, knocking my head back.

I grind my hips against his as his tip hits the very top of my g-spot.

"Shit!"

"Hi, I'm Eddie." he says, snatching me out of my trip down regrettable memory lane.

"Pleasure to meet you, Eddie." I say, shaking his hand.

I turn to Captain Nash before sticking my hands in my pockets.

"Cap, is it cool if I go get ready? I haven't put on my uniform yet." I tell him.

"Yeah, go. We'll finish introductions later." Captain says.

I dash away to the locker room but before I get a chance to open the door, a hand grabs mine. I turn around and it's Eddie.

"Hey." he says, letting go of my hand.

"Hey. Could this wait? I really have to suit up." I tell him, trying desperately to go into the locker room.

"Me working here won't affect you, will it?" Eddie queries softly.

"No. Not at all. Besides, I'm the one that stopped calling you back." I respond.

"Yeah, that is true." he states.

"Look, we can just put the past behind us and be partners. Friends, even." I tell him.

"You're right. I'll see you after you change."

———

We're in the truck on a call and I'm trying my best not to look over at Buck or Eddie.

"So. Silver Star, huh?" Chimney asks.

"Yeah." Eddie responds.

"You save a platoon or something?" Chimney continues.

"No. No, nothing like that. Uh-. Just a convoy." Eddie clarifies.

Chimney nudges me in disbelief and I throw my hands up.

"Eddie, you heard about the hot firefighter calendar?" Hen chimes in.

Buck looks over at Hen in disbelief and she smiles at him.

"Sorry, the what?" Eddie queries.

"It's for charity." Hen tells him.

"Interesting. Amelia, are you doing it?" Eddie inquires, turning everyone's attention to me.

"Me? N-No. It's a boys-only club." I respond, wishing everyone would turn away from me.

"So, is your full name 'Eduardo'?" Buck asks Eddie.

"No."

"People ever call you 'Diaz'?" Buck continues.

"Not if they want me to respond." Eddie states.

"Something's got to give. We got-. We got Cap, Hen, Chimney, Buck, Amy. We can't just call you 'Eddie'." Buck says, a hint of exasperation in his tone.

"I call you Evan. Thank you for scaring the new guy, though." I tell Buck sarcastically.

"Can't tell if he's being serious or not." Eddie tells us.

"I like to always operate under the assumption that nothing he says is serious." Chim jokes.

I laugh but Buck shoots me a look so I laugh harder to spite him.

"Anyways, we're almost at the scene so be ready." Cap advises us.

After a few minutes, we pull up to the tire shop and we rush in.

"The air nozzle is embedded in his ass cheek. I shut it off but I was afraid to move him." the employee says.

"Okay. Hector, can you hear me?" Cap asks the victim.

He slowly nods as Hen and I walk around to his other side.

"All right. Hang in there, buddy."

We carefully pull him off the air nozzle and lay him onto his side.

"It's a hundred pounds per square inch of air pumped through his entire body." Buck reads off.

I pull out my stethoscope to monitor his lungs.

"Breathing's shallow, heart's racing." I inform them.

"Air's filled his stomach, his chest, even behind his eyelids." Hen continues.

"I'm more concerned about the space around his heart and lungs." I start, looking up at her.

"Okay. Eddie, start a nasal cannula. Chimney, get him some morphine." Cap instructs.

"I'm on it."

Chim tries to stick the needle into Hector's hand but it doesn't budge.

"It's like trying to stick a needle into stone." Chimney exaggerates.

"The pressure's pushing everything out. I can't even get air through the nostril." Eddie finishes off.

"Jugular venous distention, tachycardia, hypotension, diminished breath. We're looking at tension pneumothorax." I tell them.

"The air pressure is collapsing his organs. We need to get in there and drain the fluid. Buck, I need you to get a 14-gauge angiocath. We need to start decompressing the pleural cavity." Cap states.

Buck pulls out the needle and goes to put it into Hector.

"Want me to help?" Eddie offers.

"I got it."

Buck pulls off Hector's shirt and begins to push the needle into Hector's second intercostal space.

"I'd go lower." Eddie advises.

"What? Um, no. Second intercostal space. Midclavicular line." Buck reminds him.

"The chest wall is thinner at the fifth intercostal at the anterior axillary line. There's a decreased chance of injuring any vital organs. I-I've treated guys with collapsed lungs in combat."

"Do it." Cap instructs.

"Please." Eddie says, holding his hand out for the needle.

Buck doesn't give it to him so I snatch it out of his hand and I hand it to Eddie myself.

"Thank you." Eddie says to me.

I look up at Buck and he's giving me a death stare.

"I'm sorry." I mouth.

"Can you help me out with the shirt?" Eddie asks.

I unbutton it for him as he cuts the undershirt. He finally sticks the needle in and gets the air to escape. Hector opens his eyes and begins to breath better.

"That's it, Hector. Breathe. Nice and slow."

We load him into the back of the ambulance before passing him off to the other paramedics.

"That was a good call, Eddie." Cap praises.

"Thanks, Cap." Eddie replies.

I begin to walk up to him as soon as Buck walks away. I go to give Buck a high-five and he ignores me. I roll my eyes at him before going over to Eddie.

"Don't take Evan serious. I think he's jealous of you." I whisper.

"What's up with you and him? Are you two a thing?"

"Me and Buck? No way! Why? Did he say something to you?" I query.

He laughs at me and nods before walking away. Essentially leaving me there in shock and suspense.

———

I was in the locker room, alone, when someone knocks on the door. I raise my eyebrow in suspicion before letting my curiosity get the best of me.

"Come in!" I call out.

In strolls Buck, making it all click. He begins to walk around inside, checking under the stalls and stuff. I shake my head as he walks over to me.

"Are you done. Or do you need a few minutes alone?" I ask jokingly.

"What the fuck was that earlier?" he exclaims.

"Buck, what are you talking about?" I question, stepping away from him.

"You. On the scene, you took Eddie's side. In the truck, you were flirting with him." Buck clarifies.

"One, I was not flirting with him. Two, if I was? What's it to you?" I inquire.

"I just thought that-." Buck begins.

"You thought what? You thought that I was going to keep waiting for you. I waited for you after you told me you loved Abby. I waited for you to get over Abby. It ever occur to you that I'm tired of waiting?"

"Amelia-." he starts.

"No! I have put everything on the line for you. As your partner, I have put my life on the line for you every time we go out into the field. As your friend, I have put my reputation on the line for you every single time you fuck up. As the person who loves you, I have put my feelings on the line for you. Time and time again. Why can't you do the same for me?! You were loyal to some woman who's probably halfway across the country. I'm here!" I shout.

He doesn't answer and I scoff. I turn to leave but he grabs my arm. He spins me around and he kisses me. Shocked, I pull away. He looks down at me as his chest begins to heave.

I pull him down by his collar and I kiss him this time. He reached down and picked me up, wrapping my legs around him. He carried me to the bathroom part and he holds me against a wall.

Our kisses grow intense; hot, passionate. Absently, we travel to the sink. Our kisses remain intact as he sits me on the edge of the sink. He takes off my shirt and my pants as I begin to work on his.

I find myself slightly squirming under him, his body pinning me to the sink. His kisses travel down to my neck again, then down my chest, passing my breasts, down to my stomach. Buck is tugging at my panties.

He wants them off.

"Can I take off your panties?" Buck asks through his heavy breathing.

Amelia, be in control.

"No." I said.

His eyes dart up to mine and I smirk.

"Sit up here." I demand as I hop off the counter around the sink.

He chuckles softly and rolls his eyes.

"Excuse me?" he questions.

"You heard me, Evan." I taunt.

He rolls his tongue across the inside of his cheek.

"What did I say about-." Buck starts but I cut him off.

"Using your first name? And I said sit up here." I respond, looking back up at him.

He scoffs and smirks.

"If you say so." Buck says lowly.

I move from in front of the counter and wait for him to take a seat on it. He sits on the counter, propping his hands on the edge of it.

Feeling confident, I tug off my panties and throw them on the ground, leaving me completely naked.

"Fuck." Buck mutters under his breath, his eyes watching my every move.

A little hesitant, I climb on top of him, his underwear the only thing between my pussy and his really hard dick.

"Fuck, Amy. You have a lot of secrets, don't you?" he asks breathlessly.

I softly laugh as I play with the hem of his underwear.

"I guess we'll never know." I respond softly.

I place both my hands against his thighs and I position my pussy right above his dick.

Even through his thin underwear, I felt his erection pressing against my pussy. His hands grab onto my waist slightly.

"Amy-." Buck starts but I cut him off again.

"What? You don't think women can take the lead?" I ask.

"Fuck, you're such a tease." he stammers out, biting his lip.

His hands travel my body again. From my thighs, to my waist, to my stomach, stopping at my breasts.

He softly kneads them together, causing me to let out a soft moan.

"Yes, you can be dominant. But is that what you really want to do right now?" he whispers in my ear.

I shake my head and sigh.

Fuck, I hate that he's right.

He grabs my chin again, making our eyes meet.

"So can I finally fuck you and you'll take it like a good girl? Or will you not listen and not be able to walk later?" Buck questions, his eyes never leaving mine.

"Let's see what happens." I say with a small smirk.

He scoffs as he pulled his underwear down and lifts me up. He holds me mid air as his underwear hit the floor, causing his dick to spring up and hit his stomach. He grabs his dick and lines his tip up with my pussy.

"Are you sure?" he asks, looking up at me.

"Yes. Fuck." I whimper out.

He slips his tip and I slightly groan. He grabs my waist and slowly guides me onto his entire dick.

I groan out as his tip reaches my g-spot. He pulls me back off and guides me all the way back down.

This goes on for a few more thrusts, allowing my pain to submerge into pleasure.

"Fuck, can I go faster?" Buck questions.

I nod as he thrusts into me from below. He plunges into me again, groans escaping his mouth as he knocks his head back.

Looking back up at me, he unravels due to each moan that leaves my mouth every time he plunges back into me.

"Evan-. I-. Fuck!" I moan as I tug at his hair.

"Fucking hell, do it harder." Buck whimpers softly.

I tug at his ends tightly as his thrusts become harder.

"Oh, f-fuck." I groan as I buck my hips towards his.

"Fuck, Amy. You wrap around me so well." Buck groans out.

The confidence goes to my head and I grab his chin. He looks up at me as I wrapped my legs around him, shoving him completely inside of me.

"Is it mine?" I question.

He doesn't answer as he thrusts into me again. I dig my nails into his back with my free hand, making him groan.

"Is it mine?" I ask again.

"F-Fuck. It's yours, Amy." Buck whispers softly.

I let go of his chin as his hands wrap onto my waist, slamming me on his dick.

"S-Shit, just like that." I whimper, putting my hands on his shoulders to balance myself.

He pulls me off of him and lifts one of my legs over his shoulder. Without warning, he plunges himself back into me as I let out a loud moan.

"Oh my fucking God, Amy. You're so f-fucking tight." Buck groans out as he thrusts in and out of me.

I use one hand to balance myself and the other to press it against Buck's chest.

"B-Buck, slow down." I whimper.

Buck immediately slows down as his breathing becomes ragged.

"I'm sorry, Amy." Buck says lowly.

"No, it's okay. I'm fine. Just s-slow down." I respond.

Buck rocks his hips slowly as chills go down my spine. Feeling every detail of him inside me, his dick stretching me out.

"Just like that. Oh, please. Just li-." I cut myself off as a soft moan escapes

my lips as his thrusting filling me up.

"Like this? Just like this?" he whispers, leaning his head down so that our foreheads touch.

His warm breath connects with mine as my lips part in pleasure. I rock my hips against his slowly as I knock my head back again.

His hand slowly makes its way down to my pussy as he stimulates my clit at a slow place, all while continuously thrusting into me passionately.

"Oh my-. Fuck, Evan!" I whimper out as I dig my nails into his forearms.

I arch my back as his arms wrap around me to keep me from falling.

"You drive me insane. So fucking insane, Amy. And I-I love it. So fucking much." Buck grunts out as he wraps his hand around the back of my neck.

His pace increases as I moan, which causes him to moan. His hand tightens around the back of my neck as his lust-ridden body plunges into me harder and deeper.

"F-Fuck, I'm going to cum." Buck semi-whimpers.

Rocking my hips against his, a soft groan falls from Buck's lips.

"I can't take it when you do that. It drives me crazy." he groans out.

"It does?" I pant as I buck my hips harder, hitting the same spot over and over.

"Mhm, so much. Fuck!" he mumbles.

As I buck my hips one last time, I come to my climax. My orgasm washes over me like waves as the rush and adrenaline pours into my veins and all over Bucks's legs.

I become a mess of incoherent moans and mutters. Buck cums last. Before he did, he pulls out of me and cums in his hand. He grabs a paper towel and wipes his hand off.

Pulling me off of him, he sits me on the counter next to him. He looks over at me and chuckles.

"I can't believe we just did that." I whisper.

"I can't believe you asked me was my dick yours." Buck jokes.

"You said it was. That says a lot more about you than it does about me. Anyways, I have to go. I told my aunt I'd meet her after the shift." I tell him.

"Hey, hey. Wait." he urges, holding on to my hand.

I turn back to look at him and he's giving me a very vulnerable smile.

"You said you love me. Did you mean it?" Buck asks, still holding onto my hand.

"Of course I did. I have loved you for 2 years." I tell him honestly.

"I love you, too. I mean, I loved you before Abby. But, then I met Abby. And Abby was great. She was wonderful but she just wasn't you." he tells me.

I rush over to give him a kiss and he runs his hands through my hair.

"So, what does this mean for us?" Buck questions.

"I don't know. You want me to be your girlfriend, Buckley? You want me to fuck you in locker rooms? Just let me know what you want to do and I'll follow your lead." I tell him as I pull my pants on.

"I want you to be my girlfriend. I don't want anyone else. And I don't want you to see anyone else."

"Then, I'm yours." I respond.

"You promise?" he asks me.

"I promise." I state.

I kiss him one more time before running off towards the door.

"I'll see you later." I call out to him before I rush through the door.

"I'll hold you to it!"