You'd been working in the 118 firehouse for a long time now, along side Evan 'Buck' Buckley, Henrietta 'Hen' Wilson, Howard 'Chimney' Han, Edmundo 'Eddie' Diaz and your Captain Robert 'Bobby' Nash.

Bobby was a recovering alcoholic, he had been sober for years since the incident with his past family. It haunted him, and that would never go away, but he was in a better place now so the pain was dulled.

Bobby was caring, he treated all his coworkers like family since you were a tight-knit bunch anyways. He was attentive and emotionally intelligent, he was always one of the first to realise that someone wasn't feeling well.

He saw that in you, that weight on your shoulders that got heavier the longer you insisted on being alright.

Bobby was like a father to you, his wife Athena had grown fond of you as well. He knew you were on your own, your family wasn't there for you so he'd invite you to family dinners with his wife and his two step kids May and Harry. He made sure the others included you since you sometimes struggled with socialising.

He could've sworn you had called him Dad by accident, even if you denied it with all you had. He wasn't upset, it made him feel proud in a way.

You had been out on a call, a catastrophe of a house fire. No survivors. It was what made you lose it, everything just came crashing down when you were back at the station.