Hi. I'm new here but not new to writing. I've enjoyed making up stories for years now. However, this is my first story for this fandom. Special Thanks to my friend, Di, for suggesting the Santa angle. You're brilliant and a great friend. I appreciate any and all feedbck. I do not own any of these characters. They are the property of Fox. Thanks.

It was a warm spring Saturday at the 118 fire station in L.A. Bobby Nash's team was in the middle of their shift, but they had yet to get a call. Evan 'Buck' Buckley was holding Eddie Diaz's son, Christopher on his lap and Buck's sister Maddie was snuggled on the lounge sofa with her boyfriend, Howie 'Chimney' Han. Henrietta Wilson, known as Hen, was watching her wife, Karen play ping pong with their son, Denny. Even Bobby's wife, Athena Grant, was present. They were all enjoying relaxing family time until the team would have to go out on an emergency.

Suddenly, little Chris piped up from his spot on Buck's lap. "Chimney, why are you called Chimney? Tell me. You haven't, yet."

"Oh, I gotta hear this story ,too." demanded Eddie from where he was playing pool with Bobby.

"It's an interesting story." Bobby stated with a smirk.

"Probably the most interesting nickname story anyone's every heard." added Hen, getting a groan from Chimney.

"I don't think I've heard the story, either, and I'm your girl friend." Maddie pressed.

"Guys. Why do you gotta constantly harass me about this?" Chimney complained.

"Because you won't tell us anything. Come on, Chim. Tell us. How bad could it really be?" begged Buck.

Chimney sighed and held up his hands in surrender. "Alright, Alright! Fine, I'll tell you."

"Yay." Chris whispered, in his usual soft spoken way.

"This oughta be good." Athena predicted.

Everyone gathered around to hear the tale. Chimney rolled his eyes, but began to tell the story.

"Well, it was Christmas Eve about three years ago. Our team was on call that night."

"Bobby had just become our leader and I hadn't been on the team very long, either." Hen interrupted.

Chimney nodded and continued. "Anyway, we had just finished Christmas eve dinner, when we got a call. It was deffinately one of the strangest calls we'd ever gotten to that date.

Three years earlier.

"9-1-1. What's your emergency?" the 9-1-1 dispatcher inquired.

"My husband! He's stuck in the Chimney!" explained the panicked voice of the woman on the other end.

The dispatcher thought she must be hearing things. "Excuse me? Did you just say that your husband is stuck in the chimney?"

"Yes!" insisted the woman.

"Ok, Ma'am. Try to remain calm. Can you tell me your name and your husband's name and your address?" the dispatcher questioned calmly.

"Jessica. A-and my husband's name is Brian. We're at 669 N. Poplar." came the shakey reply.

The dispatcher typed in the information and continued, "Ok, Jessica. I'm Abby. Help is on the way, but I need you to answer some questions for me so I know how to best help you. Ok?"

"O-ok." agreed Jessica.

"Good. Now, Is Brian able to breath?" Abby asked.

"Yes." the answer came, after a short pause.

"That's good. Can he move at all?" was the next question.

"No. He's stuck really good." Jessica told Abby.

"Do you have any children in the home?"

"Yes. I turned their sound machine's on full blast, so they wouldn't wake up while we were putting out their presents. My crazy husband thought it would be a brilliant idea to add an authentic touch. He's even in full costume." Jessica grumbled, annoyed at her husband's foolish decision. Abby stayed on the line with Jessica until help arrived, only hanging up

After assessing the situation, Bobby gave the orders. "Howie, you're the smallest, I need you to get into the chimney from the roof. Hen, I need you inside the house to pull from underneath. The rest of you assist where needed." The group nodded and headed to do as bidden.

Chimney got the ladder and climbed up onto the roof He looked down into the chimney and saw the victim halfway down.

"Sir? Can you hear me?" he called down.

"I can hear you." Brian managed to rasp out.

"Ok. I'm going to come down there and try to push you out. My friend, Hen, will be on the other side pulling. We should have you out of there in no time." Chimney assured the man.

Meanwhile, with all the commotion, the inevitable happened. Brian and Jessica's twin girls woke up.

"Mommy? What's going on? Is Santa stuck in our chimney?" inquired one of the girls.

"Is he going to die?" demanded the other little girl, fearfully.

"Oh, no honey. Santa hasn't gotten here yet. Your daddy has gotten himself stuck, but these nice people are helping him, so he'll be just fine.

One of the girls went over to Bobby and pleaded, "Please get him out fast. If he's not out when Santa comes, Santa won't be able to get down the chimney and maybe he won't leave our presents."

Bobby got down to the girls' level and reassured them, "Don't worry, you two. Will have your dad out of Santa's chimney in no time, but he won't come unless your asleep in your beds. So you girl's go back to bed really fast, and your dad will be just fine."

"Ok." both twins replied at once. Jessica took them back to their room and got them settled, but returned as quickly as she could. By that time, Hen and Chimney had just about gotten Brian loose from his brick prison. Hen gave one more big tug and Brian came shooting down and landed on the ground with a thud, with Chimney tumbling after.

Bobby helped the younger man up and he and Hen checked the man over for any major injuries.

"Daddy? Are you ok?" a little voice asked. The twins had not been able to fall back asleep after all.

"I'm fine, sweetie. You're supposed to be asleep." Brian reminded the little girl.

"We were scared." admitted her sister.

"Well, I'm fine." Brian promised, adding," Come one I'll take you two back to bed. Say goodnight to the nice firefighters."

"Night!" the two girls exclaimed.

Then, one of the twins noticed Chimney all covered from head to toe in soot.

"You look like a Chimney sweep. Like Bert, from Mary Poppins." she observed.

"Well, now you're chimney's all clean and ready for Santa. Better get to sleep, now." Chimney told her.

"Ok. G'night." was the reply, before the two girls ran back to their room.

"I better go with them. Thank you so much, you guys. I learned my lesson perfectly. From now on, I'll leave sliding down chimneys to the expert in the red suit."

"Probably a good call." Hen agreed. after exchanging wishes for a Merry Christmas, The 118 team left, and Jessica and Brian tended to their children.

On the way back, Sal, one of the other firefighters on the team, suddenly thought of something. "Hey! I think I've found Howie's new nickname!"

"Do I even want to know?" Chimney asked, nervously.

"That little girl actually came up with it. She said you looked like a Chimney sweep. From now on I don't know about anyone else, but I'm calling you Chimney." Sal insisted.

The paramedic thought for a moment. "Ya know, I kinda like that. Ok, I'll take it."

"Great job tonight, Chimney." Hen remarked with emphasis on the name.

"Thanks, Hen. You, too. We all did good tonight." was Chimney's response.

"Well, Our shifts not over for a few more hours. When we get back to the station, I want everyone to get some rest. You deserve it. Merry Christmas, you guys." Bobby spoke up.

"Merry Christmas!" came the response from the entire group.

"So, you got that guy out of the chimney before Santa came?" Denny asked, timidly.

"Of course, Buddy. We got him out really fast." Hen assured her son.

"Could Santa get stuck, too?" questioned Chris. Denny now looked really anxious.

"Never, Sweetie. Santa's magic. He'd never get stuck." Karen assured both boys.

"Absolutely." Eddie added his assurance.

At the same moment, Buck pulled Chimney aside. "So what did Hen mean when she said that this wasn't a story that could be repeated on TV?"

"We'd prefer to avoid what just happened with Chris and Denny. Can you imagine how many upset parents there would be if their kids happened to see that interview and got worried that something could happen to Santa?" Chimney explained.

"Good point." Buck conceded. Before either of them could say anymore, the bells started going off, signaling another emergency. The team quickly said goodbye to their families and got themselves ready for the call. It was all in a days work in the life of a firefighter.

Thanks for reading my first story for 9-1-1. I had a great time writing it. I think I might write another in the next couple of weeks. Hope you enjoyed this one. Thank you so much for reading.