Chapter 1

Beca sat lazily in one of the 8 recliners in front of the television. Her phone was propped up on her stomach as she scrolled through her Instagram account. She yawned, fisting her eyes trying to rub out the sleep. It's funny she chose a career that required her to be at work from 7AM to 7AM the next day.

"You look like you could use a pick-me-up." Aubrey said from her place behind Beca's recliner, dangling a cup of Starbucks coffee in front of the brunette's face.

Beca smirked, secretly keeping the excitement at bay. "You're the best!"

She took the cup from her sister's hand and took a gracious sip, letting her eyes close and the scolding liquid roll down her throat. She sighed happily, a content smile playing at her lips.

Aubrey laughed, "Glad you're so easily pleased. You the first on here? Where's the Skipper?"

"I don't know. He's usually here by now." Beca said, taking another sip of her coffee as she pushed the foot-rest down on the recliner and stood up.

The door leading into the sitting room swung open. Aubrey and Beca watched as the rest of the crew started to file into the Fire House.

"Ladies." Luke greeted with a smile as he walked past them towards the bunk room to drop off his bag. Jesse walked in a few seconds after with Bengi hot on his heels; they were both in a heated debate about which superhero would win a fight against each other.

Beca rolled her eyes at their antics. "Nerds."

"Sorry I'm late everyone." Captain Lucas Mayberry said, walking toward Beca and Aubrey, phone in hand. "Had to have a meeting with the Department. Apparently they needed to see if we could house four new Probies instead of one."

"Fresh meat!" Jesse said excitedly and then thought about it for a moment. "Hope they last longer than the last one."

The group laughed. The last probationary firefighter assigned to the house couldn't handle the sight of blood, even if it was from a small scratch. How he became an EMT without seeing blood was beyond them.

"It's sad really, most people think that firefighters only fight fires. About 85% of our calls are all medical related." Aubrey stated matter of factually.

Donald, Lilly, Amy, and CR strode through the door, exchanging good mornings as they walked back towards the bunks to drop off their gear bags. When everyone started filling the meeting room, Captain Mayberry entered the room with a few new faces following close behind.

"Ok everyone, listen up! As you all know, Academy Class 14-02 just completed their graduation ceremony. We have a few more probationary firefighters at our house until SQUAD training is complete. Because we have extra room in our trucks, our standard one Probie will now be four." Captain Mayberry said. "I would like to introduce you all to Chloe Beale, Stacie Conrad, Steven Allen, and Michael Davis. I understand some of you go by nicknames so please state them now."

"Stacie is fine." The busty brunette said with a wave.

"I don't have a nickname so Chloe is good." The redhead said with a bubbly smile.

"I go by Bumper." Steven Allen said with pride as his smirk showed up right after.

"Everyone just calls me Unicycle or Uni. Either is fine with me." Michael Davis stated with a nod.

"I would like to welcome you all to Firehouse 11. Lieutenant Aubrey Mitchell and Lieutenant Beca Mitchell will get you squared away and introduce you to the rest of the crew." He motioned for Aubrey and Beca before walking out of the room to head to his office.

Beca stepped up first. "I'm Lieutenant Beca Mitchell. I'm a Paramedic, in charge of the Engine Truck." She said shaking hands with each of the probies.

"And I'm Lieutenant Aubrey Mitchell. I'm a Paramedic, in charge of the Ladder Truck." The blonde followed suit with her sister and shook hands with the newbies.

"While you are here, you follow orders regardless of how much you think you know. The academy does not make you firefighters. You must earn that title. Do you understand?" Beca asked. A stern look as she said it.

All four nodded with a "Yes ma'am."

Satisfied with their answer, Aubrey directed their attention to the group idly chatting amongst themselves. "Jesse, roll call please."

"Jesse Swanson, EMT/Firefighter, engineer of Engine Truck." He said with his boyish grin.

"Benjamin Applebaum… call me Benji. EMT/Firefighter and engineer of Ladder Truck."

"Luke Bryant, EMT/Firefighter… Engine Truck."

"Amy Wilson. Call me Fat Amy. Paramedic on Rescue."

"Wait… you call yourself Fat Amy?" Stacie asked, obviously confused.

"Yeah! So twig bitches like you don't do it behind my back." Amy answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

The probies looked around at one another and shrugged their shoulders while the rest of the crew snickered.

"Lilly Onakomaura. Paramedic on Rescue."

"Cynthia-Rose Dean. Call me CR. EMT/ Firefighter… Ladder Truck."

" Donald Edwards. EMT/Firefighter… Ladder Truck."

"Alright everyone, let's get ready for the shift." Aubrey said to the crew, "You four, follow me."

Aubrey and Beca gave a tour of the firehouse, taking them through the kitchen, laundry room, dining area and lounge, and the weight room. They made their way down the hallway before Beca and Aubrey stopped.

"These are the locker rooms and bathrooms. Guys in guys… girls in girls. If we catch anyone deviating from that, you can kiss your firefighter career goodbye. Got it?" Aubrey asked.

A chores of "yes ma'am's" were said and the leaders moved further down the hall, opening a door and walking through. This lead to another hallway with doors lining the wall on each side.

"Each room has two bunks. You will partner up with a person of the same sex. The last two rooms at the end of the hall are empty. My room is here," Beca stated as she pointed to the first door on the left. "And Aubrey's is here." Beca pointed to the first door on the right. "You all are expected to keep your bunks clean and neat."

"Alright, last stop is the engine bay." Aubrey said, ushering everyone back the way they came and out of the main building.

The newest members stayed quiet, taking in all of the information they were given so far and waiting to hear more.

"This is the engine bay. As you probably figured out during introductions, our house is big. We house an Engine, Ladder, and Rescue. Because Barden has grown in size and population, within the next year, we will also be integrating a Rescue Squad." Beca began.

"As probationary firefighters, you will be continuing your academy training in a job setting. This is your career now. However, as stated earlier… You must earn that title, so for now, you are probies. You will earn the respect of this crew and the rest of this fire department. This next year will not be easy for you and some of you may not make it past the probationary period. But, if you work hard, work together, and can prove yourselves, this time next year you will be able to call yourselves Barden Firefighters." Aubrey finished before moving toward a set of doors towards the corner of the bay.

"This closet is the medical supply storage. I want each of you to find your size medical gloves and put a box of them by your seat in the truck. You will rotate between engine and ladder every shift so you learn both. Red and Bumper, you're on Engine this shift. Legs and Unicycle, you're on Ladder." Beca instructed.

"This closet is for your turn-outs/bunker gear. This holds our crew's gear as well as the other two shifts. When you come in for your shift, you take your gear out and put it on the truck you are riding in. That way if we are out on another call and get called to a fire, our gear is already with us." Aubrey said. "Don't be the idiot that forgets your gear."

"Go set up your gear and then get changed. Your new uniforms should be in your bunks. You have about half an hour before we go shopping for chow."

Aubrey and Beca left the group to go back inside the firehouse. Bumper and Unicycle went to the supply closet to retrieve their personal protective equipment while Chloe and Stacie dropped their gear bags and began pulling out their bunkers to put in the trucks. Once they were finished situating their seats they each plugged in a head-set to the console before going inside to setup their bunks.

Chloe and Stacie opened the door on the left at the end of the hall. The rooms were small but then again they wouldn't be in there much, other than to sleep. Each room had two beds on either wall to the right and left with a nightstand in between. There were six lockers, three at each end of the beds. One locker for each person on the different shifts. Chloe went to the locker that didn't have a combination lock on it and opened it up. She pulled the clean sheets out and placed them on the bed before moving to place her spare uniforms and toiletries into the locker. She stripped out of her street clothes and began putting on her uniform. She pulled her navy blue t-shirt over her head, letting the words, BARDEN FIRE DEPARTMENT cascade down her back. She pulled the front of her shirt down, looking at the right breast pocket and seeing her name, C. BEALE, screen printed just above it. She pulled her work pants off the bed and let the legs fall to the ground before slipping into them and tucking in her shirt. She pulled her boots on and dug through her bag for her belt. Once situated , she grabbed her trauma shears and pen light and put them in her cargo pocket. She moved to make her bed last, paying close attention to detail by making sure to crease the edges and ensuring that there were no wrinkles on the sheets.

She smiled proudly, knowing how hard she worked to get to this point. She turned to see that Stacie had done the same to her side of the room and they both fist bump before turning off the light and making their way out to the dining area. Everyone is gathered around the table. Beca is standing at the white board with a dry erase marker in hand as she starts collecting money and writing names down on the board.

"We collect $15 at the beginning of each shift for chow. Aubrey and I got your first shift as a, sort of, welcome to the house." Beca said as she wrote each of the probies names on the board followed by 'Paid.' "Nobody is allergic to anything right?" She asked.

The four probies answered 'no,' so Beca continued. "Cool, well let's get going."

The crew, save for Amy and Lilly, who stayed at the station, exited the main building to the engine bay and climbed into their respective trucks.

"Why aren't Amy and Lilly going?" Bumper asked.

"They stay in case the rescue is called. The ambulance serves other fire houses, not just ours. Sometimes they travel out of our zone to a call." Jesse answered as he climbed into the driver's seat of the Engine. Beca hopped up in the front passenger seat and took her head-set off the hook attached to the computer monitor bolted to the dash. She slipped the ear muffs over her ears and pulled the microphone down in front of her mouth. The rest of the crew did the same as they climbed into their seats and buckled their safety belts. The engine roared to life as the roll up doors arose. Jesse guided the Engine out of the bay followed closely by Bengi in the Ladder Truck.

The crew made their way to the closest supermarket, Jesse and Bengi finding a few spots further out in the parking lot. As the engine cut off, Beca and Jesse grabbed the lime green radios out of the charging station in the center console before exiting the rig. Luke did the same and instructed Chloe and Bumper to do so as well.

They did as instructed, clipping their radios to their belts and following the others into the store. Once they had gathered the necessary items for their meals, they made their way to the register. Luke, Bengi, and Jesse walked over to the Redbox dispenser to pick out a movie while Beca paid for the food. Everyone grabbed a bag before heading back to the trucks.

The crew chatted idly with each other as they drove back to the firehouse. Chloe listened mostly, only adding input when she was asked a question. Bumper boasted about how 'he was one of the best candidates in the academy.' Chloe rolled her eyes. She had hoped that Bumper would drop out of the academy. He had his moments when he wasn't being a complete douche bag but more often than not, he was and it drove everyone else absolutely fucking crazy.

Chloe was pulled from the thought of punching Bumper in the jaw by a distinct call alarm in her head-set. Everyone stopped talking as the dispatcher came on the line. "Engine 11, Ladder 11, Rescue 11… Structure fire at 1358 North Brooks Street. High rise building."

Beca reached over the center console to the radio switch. The radio beeped once in everyone's head-set and she answered. "Engine 11, no emergency." The brunette released the talk button and waited for the dispatcher to respond.

"Engine 11, go ahead." The woman's voice came through the head-sets.

"Engine 11 and Ladder 11 responding to a high rise structure fire at 1358 North Brooks Street." Beca repeated as she flipped the switch for the lights and sirens.

The dispatcher chimed in. "10-4, Engine 11 and Ladder 11 responding."

A/N: So for anyone who has read some of my previous stories, I'm sorry about not finishing them. I lost interest in Glee when the writers fucked up the storyline. I probably won't finish those but I do promise to finish this one. This story has been floating around in my mind for a while now and so far I haven't read another Pitch Perfect story with the firefighter theme. So here goes. I'm currently red shirting in the fire academy at my college and I go on a lot of ride-alongs. I'm a nationally and state certified EMT. For the most part I know what I'm talking about so I will try to make this as realistic as possible. If there is something you don't understand or I didn't explain it well enough in the story, shoot me a review and I'll cover it. I plan to upload the next chapter either tonight or tomorrow. This was just more of an intro chapter to give you a feel of the atmosphere of the daily stuff at the fire house and to help clear up a few misconceptions.

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