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[fractureddevotion]

@pyrrhiiic

          a part of her felt relieved that she wouldn’t have to listen to the honey haired man she had called her partner for the past three years. they made a great team, but there was a lot of bickering thrown back and forth. besides, it gave her a chance to check out this lead that she’d been chasing the pass couple of days. he was out on another case and she had been assigned to some rookie cop that she honestly could have just left in the car to keep an eye out. still, how she wound up on the fourth floor of an abandoned warehouse was a story for another day. someone had tipped them off and she was greeted by gunfire. their guy was there and elena wanted nothing more to bag him, give her something to brag about the next time they got a drink together. one rookie’s mistake though was costing her and she was running after the guy like it was their only chance. she’d been led straight to a gunfight. it was practically an ambush and elena had been hit. there was a lot of blood and her partner for the day was freaking out far too much to even get her an ambulance at this point, so elena made the call herself despite being a bit delirious from the shot itself. 

“officer down on...abandoned warehouse at 32nd and taylors. currently on the fifth floor. culprit has escaped, no back up necessary at this point. shit...” 

then everything was black. 

[fractureddevotion]

        @pyrrhiiic 

          the fire had been just a couple days ago, but it wasn’t something elena could get off her mind so easily. it wasn’t even the fire itself, but who pulled her out of there. she didn’t even know his name, but a part of her was intrigued to find out. the day had been so hectic, and perhaps it was just her own emotions, but she felt a brief connection with the guy. he was much too tall for her own good and his emerald eyes were finding their way into her dreams ever since. she may not have been the best cook, or the best baker for that matter, but she had made a decision to go down to that firehouse. maybe they’d hit it off if he was there. either way, she wanted to give back as well. a lot of people were rescued that day, including some of her own close friends. it had been a fluke and while the grill would probably be closed down the next couple of months, she was just glad that nobody was hurt. 

cookies on a plate with a thin layer of saran wrap covering them, she walked right into the firehouse that day and was greeted by several of the guys, some of which she knew because they had been her parents age. she was in the middle of a friendly conversation when she saw him coming down the iron spiral staircase, the smile that was already on her lips freezing in place. for a second, she’d forgotten why she was there. collecting herself, she held up the plates. “i just thought i’d bring you guys something sweet. i’m better at baking then i am actually cooking, otherwise it probably would have been chicken or something” she chuckled. 

[cheeseisatitagain-blog]

          ❝ can I at least go sit outside? i’m getting claustrophobic. ❞

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