Ollie was stuffing her bag into her locker when her eyes caught onto Evan and Eddie talking near the gym, both dressed in muscle tees with sweat dripping from... well, everywhere. She was about to turn around and avoid the whole pissing contest when she saw Chim's face, glancing at both of the boys warily. With a soft sigh and a curse beneath her breath, she made her way closer, pulling at the sleeves of her button-up as she sidled next to Chimney.

Evan was already talking by the time she got within earshot, staring down at Eddie like he wanted to punch him already. "...my problem. Your comfort level. Y-You're not supposed to just walk in here like you've been here for years. It's... it's meant to be a getting-to-know-you period. You're meant to respect your elders."

She rolled her eyes from where she was, crossing her arms over her chest and leaning against the pull-up bar that Chimney was using. The corner of her lips quirked when the older man behind her spoke up. "You're not his elder, Buck."

Eddie looked over his shoulder at Chim, eyes catching Ollie's as a smirk threatened to appear on his face. She raised her eyebrows back at him, just before he turned around to look at Evan again. "Look, uh, I, in no way, meant to be too familiar or step on anybody's toes. I know you're going through some personal stuff right now."

"What personal stuff?" Evan's brow furrowed, although he couldn't seem to hold eye contact with the man in front of him, opting to stare at the ground instead.

"I know your girlfriend recently broke up with you and you're coming to terms with that." Eddie responded swiftly, his voice not wavering one bit. If there was one thing he was not known for, it was backing down.

Ollie's curiosity only piqued more at the comment, looking back at Chimney, who was pausing halfway through his pull-up, before back at the two men in front of her. Walking over here was proving to be more beneficial than just a show of who had more testosterone. She was getting hot gossip, and even she was a sucker for that.

"No, I'm not. And she didn't break up with me. Who told you that?" Buck's voice only got more hostile, turning to look at Chimney accusingly. His eyes had yet to fall on Ollie, however she could just sense that he knew she was there. Every time his eyes even slightly brushed over her, a jolt sidled up her spine, her body more aware than her eyes were.

Eddie was still playing the defense, although keeping his distance from Evan, like he was afraid he would swing. "I'm just saying I hear you're a good guy, and I'm sorry you're going through pain, but you don't need to take it out on me or-or be threatened by me. We're on the same team."

She kept watching until Eddie walked away, taking another look at Chimney and not even sparing a glance to Evan before following behind Eddie, calling out his name and catching up to him when he finally stopped. "What was that? Did you get paid to put on such a show?" She huffed out of her nose, eyebrow furrowing.

Raising his shirt to brush the sweat off of his brow, Eddie shook his head. "I don't know what his problem is. He acts like he's never been around another man before."

She snorted, looking back at the gym before back at the man in front of her. "Sounds like Evan."

Eddie's brow raised at the comment, a smile pulling at the corner of his lips. "Sounds like you know him."

She was about to snap back at him defensively when the klaxon started going off, huffing in response before she turned and made her way towards the rig.

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They arrived at the call just as the sun dipped below the horizon. Apparently, a grenade had gone off, therefore everyone was on high alert – except the house was in one piece, which was odd. Explosions usually left more of a mark.

Ollie walked in right behind Captain Nash, trying to ignore the feel of Evan's body heat behind her and the way it threatened to melt her brain. She hadn't said so much as one word to him since she had started at the 118, staying strong on her ability to ignore him when everything else didn't want to. She had felt his eyes on her, noticed his attempts to enter every room she was in alone, but she was sneaky.

"Some kind of militia nut?" The aforementioned spoke behind her, eyes scanning the room. Scattered about the room was a bundle of military stuff, mannequins and guns decorating the floors and walks. It was almost creepy, especially when she accidentally caught eye contact with one of the mannequins.

The patient called out from somewhere in the house, his voice a mix between a groan and a yell. His voice sounded slurred, like he had drank quite a bit before calling them, and Ollie's adrenaline kicked in quickly. Once they had located the room he was in, they pushed in quickly, her eyes brushing across the room in a quick attempt to access the situation.

A soft sigh left her lips at the man sitting on the chair, back facing the door. Blood pooled on his thigh, staining the bottom of his shirt and his hands, which covered the spot. Moving to the other side that Captain Nash wasn't occupying, she unzipped her bag, pulling out her blood pressure cuff and starting to take the caller's vitals.

"Damn grenade went off when I was taking it apart." Charlie, the patient, groaned, thankfully still conscious.

"Why were you taking apart a grenade?" Ollie spoke before she could think, brow furrowing. She continued working almost silently compared to that, not looking at the faces of anyone. Her mind worked best when nothing else was distracting her, no patient or other firefighter or noises around her.

Charlie kept explaining the situation to Buck and Ollie while Nash worked, pulling out his flashlight to examine the wound in his leg. "I see metal, I see shrapnel. Femoral artery has been nicked." The captain looked up at Ollie, catching her eye. "We got to get him transported now."

Ollie worked to get a tourniquet around his leg, the best she could, as Buck and Captain brought the gurney as far as they could fit it. She stepped back as the two men lifted Charlie onto the gurney, following behind as they slowly wheeled him out of the house. She simply watched as Nash told Buck to ride with Eddie in the ambulance, pushing down a smug smile as she caught the eyes of the man just as the doors shut behind them.

She rode in the truck behind the ambulance as they made their way to the hospital, leaning back against her seat as she tried to listen to the sirens instead of focusing on the bumps in the road. She usually did great on balancing her anxiety in cars, distracting herself by listening to the chatter of her coworkers or making up little stories in her head, but the nights were always the worse. It took her right back to being sixteen, sitting in the passenger seat of her sister's car.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the firetruck pulling over, head snapping up. "What's going on?"

Nash looked back at her, brow furrowing. "Eddie says there's a live round in the wound."

Ollie pushed down the nausea plaguing her throat and stomach as the firetruck pulled to a stop, hopping out of the rig as soon as possible and taking a deep breath in. She leaned against the car as she waited for the bomb squad to show up, settling her stomach until she had to hop into action again.

"You know we're not gonna blow up, right?" A voice spoke next to her, and she tensed up as she peeked one eyelid open, turning to look at the boy next to her.

"Leave me alone, Evan." She mumbled, turning so that her shoulder was against the cool metal, her back turned towards him. "I'm not worried about the stupid bomb."

It was silent for a moment, but the heat had started creeping up her back again, enveloping her neck and ears. He was either staring at her, or moving closer, and she didn't want to find out which one it was. Without a 'goodbye,' she moved to stand with Eddie, Nash and the bomb squad guy, Jim, focusing on their conversation instead of Buck creeping up behind her.

Her eyebrows furrowed when she saw Eddie pulling on a bomb squad vest, worry clouding her gaze. "What the hell is he doing putting on a vest?"

"He's going to get the round out for the bomb squad. The military is going to take too long to get here, and he has experience." Nash explained, placing a hand on her shoulder once he realized her worries. "He's got this, Firefighter Bloom. Plus, Buck's going with him."

Ollie whipped around, eyes searing as she looked at Nash, keeping quiet before whipping around to find Evan, her hand clasping on his arm to turn him around just as he finished strapping on his vest. He just gave her a look before he continued to walk towards the ambulance. "What the hell are you doing? You're going to get yourself blown up."

Evan's blue eyes looked down at her for just a second before he looked back up, his jaw clenching. "So now you want to talk. I'll be fine, Olivia."

Her hand found his arm again, squeezing until he finally stopped moving, turning around to look at her. "It's Ollie. And, yeah, I want to talk. You're using a fucking bomb as a pissing contest. Eddie can handle this, you can't, you have no experience with explosives, Evan."

He stared down at her, his eyes burning into hers, gaze not wavering. "It's Buck. And everyone told us to bond – now we will." He deadpanned, before turning and making his way into the ambulance. She just caught a glimpse of eye contact with Eddie before he also turned to handle the task at hand. With a deep sigh, she moved back towards Nash, standing beside him and watching the boys closely.

Ollie held her breath the entire time they worked, arms wrapping around herself protectively. It seemed like ages before they finally emerged, calling for a gurney. She kept her distance as they wheeled Charlie inside and then spoke a few words, immediately breaking through them and throwing her arms around Eddie once they stopped talking. "Don't ever do that again. Don't you ever do that again, you hear me, Eddie?"

Eddie's chest rumbled with a laugh as he wrapped his arms around her, and she could feel his head shaking. "Wow, I got the ice princess to show some emotion. Maybe I should play with live rounds more often." He teased, pulling back to grin at her.

Without thinking, her hand shot back, smacking him on the arm. "Shut up." She turned around, eyes only giving Buck a slight once over before she moved away from them — just as the ambulance containing the live round exploded, booming loudly. The sound made her flinch, heart beating in her chest before she sighed softly, trying to slow her heart rate.

"I should've stayed in San Diego." She muttered quietly, ignoring the rumble of laughter from Eddie behind her.