"Fire department, call out!"

It was just a small, one-story house that was ablaze, but every fire was treated as if it was a 10-story building with multiple people trapped inside. When the fire was reported, it was originally a small fire from the kitchen. Now, it was a large fire in the kitchen and living room, and spreading to other parts of the house.

"Bedroom and bathroom are clear." Beca Mitchell said into her radio from the tiny hallway. The house only had 1 bedroom, a bathroom, a decent living room, and a kitchen, so the house wasn't the hardest to clear.

"I have an older male in the kitchen. I need you, Mitchell!"

Upon hearing those words, she raced to the opposite end of the house. There, she found her buddy Jesse Swanson putting his oxygen mask on a man who was collapsed on the floor, flames just feet from his body. Knowing they had to move him quickly, she lifted his legs as Jesse lifted his arms, Beca going backwards and kicking the front door open when they got to it. Jesse, who was trying to hold his breath for most of the carry, finally took some decent breaths as they hit the chilly air.

Paramedic Chloe Beale quickly approached them with a stretcher. With help from 2 other fire fighters, they lifted the man on the stretcher. He was breathing, thanks to the oxygen mask, but his eyes were not open. Quickly, Swanson's mask was swapped out for the ambulance's oxygen mask and he was being wheeled off by the other paramedic, Maisyn.

"Sit down, Jess and I'll look at ya." Chloe said, watching the man struggle for his breath. As he sat on the curb, he was handed Beca's mask because his was off somewhere on the ground, forgotten to be picked up.

"He'll be okay, right?" Beca asked in concern as she stripped her jacket, exposing her sweaty Atlanta Fire Department, Station 3 shirt.

"Yeah, probably just some smoke inhalation." The redhead handed Jesse a bottle of water, which was quickly chugged. She also handed Beca one, who took it and drank half of it in a single gulp.

"House is clear of occupants. Squad 1, roll out. Truck 17, you're on the blaze."

The Chief was heard over the radios. Beca and Jesse were part of Squad 1, the team responsible for any rescues, especially the dangerous ones. Truck 17 was mainly for putting out the fire and providing the ladder. Chloe and Maisyn were also part of Station 3's team, but as Ambulance 35.

"I think I'm going to take Jesse to the hospital with us. Just to get him checked out." Chloe said as Jesse started to stand.

"Be good for the lady, alright." Beca winked at Chloe as she fist bumped Jesse.

The two of them clambered into the back of the ambulance, leaving just enough room for the patient as Maisyn was responsible for driving. Beca climbed into the cab of the fire truck, along with 3 others and their lieutenant. The ambulance's sirens were heard loudly as they sped past the truck, en route to Atlanta Area Hospital.

"That call was something else. You almost had me scared, Swanson." Beca took a swig of her beer. Sometimes after shift the first responders would meet up at Sarge's, a bar that had good food but even better alcohol.

"By next shift I'll be good as new. You won't even notice a difference." Jesse got a couple pats on the back as people walked by. At the hospital, he was given an oxygen treatment and an IV of fluids before he was released. He had been a firefighter for 6 years now, so both him and the hospital staff knew what to do.

"I had no doubt in the guy." Chloe came up from behind, lacing each arm around Beca and Jesse. "The way he chugged that water bottle, and two more in the ambulance, I had faith." A beer was placed in front of her and she removed her right arm to retrieve it, leaving her left around Beca. When she leaned away from the bar, she slid her arm down and rested her hand on her waist, dangerously close to the brunette's ass.

"You really have no boundaries, do you?" Beca asked when Jesse got distracted by a fellow firefighter.

"You obviously keep forgetting about the showers."

A couple of months ago, after a particularly long fire and rescue, Beca had decided to shower while everyone else ate, or so she thought. Chloe, not getting word about her shower because of her hospital drop off, decided to shower also. While Beca was singing a rough rendition of David Guetta's Titanium, Chloe listened before joining herself. The girls had known each other for a few years, but not once have they seen each other naked. So, naturally, Beca was scared and refused to sing. Chloe, being annoyingly persistent, got her to sing. So there they stood, naked in the women's bathroom singing a catchy pop tune. After they were done, Chloe smiled and went to a neighboring stall, but neither girl forgot the sights they had before them.

"Trust me, I could never forget, Red." Beca smirked at her as one of the station's lieutenants walked by. Although Chloe and Beca had a habit of subconsciously flirting with each other, they knew when to cool it. One of those times when a lieutenant was around.

"Mitchell, you're gay, right?" Beca almost spit out her beer. Chloe chuckled as she walked away, finding Maisyn and a couple of other friends.

"Bisexual. What's up, Brooks?" Dustin Brooks was Squad 1's lieutenant. He was just a regular firefighter for Truck 17 when Beca was rookie 6 years ago. Now he was in charge of her. "Do you need help finding yourself?" Beca joked, knowing he was married to a woman with kid on the way.

"No no. I always see you with these one-nighters but never have a real date. I'm gonna help you out."

"That's not-"

"Just one person. Now that i know you go for both, makes the playing field easier. What do you say." He stood anxiously as she honestly considered it.

"I guess. But if it's a bust, you owe me."

He smiled and shook hands with Beca, officially declaring it a deal. She laughed to herself as he walked off. Despite being her boss, they knew they could have a good time with each other.

"Hey Bec, I'm going home with someone. Here's the keys." Jesse walked up and put the keys on the bar, sliding them in her direction.

The two not only were partners when it came to rescues, but they were also best friends and roommates. I guess being in the same fire academy class paid off.

"Jess, you literally just got out of the hospital." Despite her saying this, she slipped the keys, both car and apartment, into her pocket.

"I'll be fine. See you tomorrow."

She watched him as she took a tall, brunette's hand and walked out of the bar. Beca only knew her first name, Stacie, and that was learned from when they ran into each other in the kitchen after one of her sleep overs. Other than that, Beca never talked to her roommate's "secret" friend with benefits.

"I could set you up with someone. You know Deb? She seems fun." A blonde haired woman said to Chloe over a tropical alcoholic drink.

"Your assistant? No way. Last time I went out with one of your coworkers I had to use the 'there's a medical call' excuse, then avoid your office for 2 months."

You see, Chloe was gay and lately she had trouble finding a girlfriend. She let her lawyer friend Aubrey Posen help her, but usually it didn't end up well. She also let her co-workers help, but it usually ended in jokes about how 2 of the 4 girls in the station were into girls, and they couldn't even go after each other.

"Look, you can't have Beca. You can touch each other's asses and give sultry looks, but it can't happen. Let me help you, Chlo!" Aubrey pleaded as Chloe looked in Beca's direction.

"Fine. But it better not be one of you co-workers, because I will kill you. And i know how to make it look like an accident." The redhead threw back a shot that had been sitting on their table for about 10 minutes.

"And I'll still leave you a recommendation to the best lawyers."

Well, there's the first chapter! Many more are to come! Thoughts, feelings? Suggestions and comments are gladly welcomed! :D