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I Take Your Pain with My Own

written for the “gunshot wound” square on my bthb card @badthingshappenbingo

so no one requested this square but a lot of people said it was the square they were most interested in seeing completed! this idea stemmed from a combination of most people voting for carlos being the one who gets shot, while jillian clicked the both option...

tagging some people who said they were interested in the gsw square: @mtnofgrace @moviegeek03 @221bsunsettowers @trkstrnd @immortalstrand @lndnrs (as well as 1 anon and jillian) - i only tagged the people who said it was the square that were most looking forward to!

as always, thank you to @firefighterstrand and @marjansmarwani who are the reason any of my fics actually get done at this point.

TW: gunshot wounds, mentions of guns

The heat of a burning building never fails to get TK’s heart racing. Moving through the smoke, searching for any signs of life as his lungs scream at him for fresh oxygen over the amount he has left in his tank

He feels that same adrenaline now, working his way through an abandoned warehouse that had gone up in flames. While they didn’t know for sure if anyone was inside, the 126 made the call to put their lives on the line and search the building anyway.

As his crew spreads out in their different directions to cover more area of the large space, TK can’t help but smile. Selfishly, these are his favorite calls to be on. While of course he hopes that no one is seriously hurt, there’s nothing quite like running head first into danger.

Not to mention, on this call in particular he also got to briefly see Carlos before he geared up. Dispatch had warned the 126 that a suspicious figure had been spotted leaving the scene and that APD was also responding. TK would be lying if he said his heart didn’t leap out of his chest at the thought of being on the same call as his boyfriend.

Though they were only able to exchange a few quick smiles before they were both forced to do the job they were there to do, it was enough.

Now making his way through the warehouse, TK can’t help but notice how the structure surrounding him creaks.

Not a good sign.

(continue reading on ao3)