There Goes the Neighborhood.

CHAPTER SEVENTY-TWO, SO MUCH FOR DISCREET

a/n : if anyone saw a notification for a chapter last night and it ended up not working that's because I accidentally posted the chapter and unpublished it.

But here is that chapter now <333

Smut Warning!

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It's weird to wake up in someone else's bed when they're not there.

And when Buck did that this morning, he wasn't scared that something had happened to her. He was just confused. Emery always always woke up second. The woman always stays up the night before, she prefers to sleep in. Buck would be the one to wake up early, make them breakfast, and they'd get the day started.

So, you could see his confusion when he smelt bacon in the kitchen. Buck slips his sweatpants and t-shirt on before leaving the room. Buck could've sworn Emery said that Wren was supposed to have another early day case.

As he walked into the front room, he saw everything that was going on in the kitchen. Emery was softly mumbling to herself while running to the stove then to her phone. His guess: she was looking at instructions. There was flour on the side of her cheek and some in her curly hair. Emery had a spatula firmly gripped in her hand. Buck stood there just watching her with an amused expression on his face.

If he could, he would stand there for hours just watching her. But by the looks of it, she seemed to be really struggling. So he drops his arms to the side and walks over to her. "Good morning?"

Emery whips her entire body in his direction. Her eyes light up, "Hey--Hi!"

Buck just returns a smile, "Whatcha doing?"

"Phineas."

Buck pulls his brows together and looks to the side. "What?"

Emery moves her spatula around. "You forgot Phineas--because you said..." she shakes her head. "Never mind--never mind." she points her spatula at the pancakes. "I'm making breakfast."

"Yeah? And how's that going?"

Emery frowns and casually leans against the counter. "Good." she shrugs. "Can't you tell?"

Buck hums, pretending to think hard. "No, not really."

Emery scrunches her nose and lightly smacks his side with the back of her hand. "Dick." she looks at the eggs in the pan. Buck grabs one of the pancakes off the plate and takes a bite out of it. Emery glances at Buck and her eyes widen. "What are you doing? I'm not done--"

"Wow."

Emery stops and pulls her brows together. "These are really good, Em."

Her expression softens and her eyes slightly widen. "Really?"

Buck nods and eats the rest of the pancake. "Yeah. I mean, pancakes are a basic food everyone should know how to make. But I didn't think you knew how to cook anything."

Emery tightens her grip around her spatula and spins around. "Nope, you can't bring me down, Evan. You just told me my pancakes were good."

Buck leans against the counter, a smile tugging at his lips. "Well, they are." he gives her a small nod. "I'm proud of you."

Emery giggles and looks back at the pan. Buck watches Emery cook and his heart begins to beat faster than before. It was still surreal that they were both here together. But he didn't want to be anywhere else.

"Did your mom call you again?" Buck asks.

Emery lets out a soft breath, "No. thankfully."

"Well, did you call her back?"

Emery hums, "No." she looks at him with a smile. "Not yet."

"Emerson, she called you a week ago." Buck sighs.

Emery nods her head, "I'm aware." she clicks her tongue and puts the rest of the cooked eggs on a plate. "But I also don't want her blowing up my life." she admits. "Not when it's gotten, so..." she sucks in a breath and tilts her chin up at the man. "good."

"Good?" Buck quirks a brow.

Emery hums and nods her head. "Really good." she takes a step closer to him.

Buck couldn't even stop himself. His eyes shift to his shirt she was wearing, and his eyes shift down to the shorts that were tight against her ass. Emery could see it across his face, the heat quickly taking over his expression. Buck cups her face and pulls her into a kiss. Emery inhales a small breath and kisses him back. She sets the spatula to the side and grips his arm. Buck grips her waist and stands in front of her, his knee prying between her legs.

Buck kisses Emery's' neck, licking and sucking the raw skin from the night before. His hand slides under the shirt and runs across her breast. A small chuckle comes from his lips. "No bra?" His breath hits her ear.

Emery's back straightens and she moans. "I took a shower."

Buck frowns, "Well, I'm glad you did." He rolls Emery's nipple between his fingers. Emery's back arches and she chuckles.

"Let me make it up to you..."

Emery blinks, Buck's low voice pulling her from her thoughts. He cups her neck and traces her lower lip with his thumb. "For taking care of me last night and for breakfast. I want to make it up to you." He kisses her again, a small breath of desperation coming from his lips. "Please."

Emery's stomach flutters and her core begins to heat up. "Evan, you don't have to..." she tilts her head to the side.

Buck keeps his eyes on hers. "I want to."

Emery could feel the warmth pool from her middle and her face gets more hotter than before. Buck continues to play with her short's waistband and she understood what he was asking. Entranced by the way he was looking at her, Emery nods her head. Buck tilts his head, "Emi, I need to hear you say it."

Emery's stomach flutters and she sucks in a sharp breath. "Evan, I want you to make it up to me." Her voice was breathless, trying to keep control over herself. "Make it up to me, please."

And that was all Buck needed. He falls to his knees and pulls her shorts down, along with her panties. Emery's breathing heavies as Buck breathes against her heat. A small groan comes from the back of Buck's throat, seeing Emery's arousal. "Shit, Emi...you're already so wet." He grips her thighs.

Emery looks at the ceiling, "Evan..."

Buck places soft kisses against her inner thighs. His kisses move up until he gets to her middle. He leans forward and licks a wet stripe across her slit. Emery softly gasps and her body twitches. Buck licks Emery's slit again in a slow agonizing rate, which causes Emery to writhe in his grip. "Evan, come on." She lets out an impatient moan. Buck chuckles from her frustration. His movements begin to quicken, which causes Emery's eyes to close.

Emery's moans begin to increase, but she covers her mouth forcing her moans to fall silent once again. "You're okay..." Buck softly speaks. "I want to hear you."

Emery didn't need much convincing, she pulls the back of her hand off her mouth and a louder moan comes from her lips. Buck groans and his sweatpants grow tighter, in desperate need of a release. But he didn't care about his own pleasure, he just wanted Emery to feel good.

Buck pulls his mouth off of Emery. Her eyes flutter open and she looks down at the man.

"Why'd you stop?" Emery breathes.

Buck stands up and cups the side of her neck. He hungrily latches his lips onto hers. Emery softly moans and kisses Buck back. He swipes his tongue across her lower lip. Emery parts her lips, allowing his tongue to hit hers. Just tasting herself on him, made her moan louder than before. "Fuck, Evan..."

Buck's dick strains against his pants from the sounds leaving Emery. He grips her thigh and places it around his waist. "I want to look at you." He breathes. His fingers run across her slit and Emery's hands fly to his biceps. Buck's breathing heavies as he slips two fingers into Emery's aching cunt.

"Evan!" Emery gasps. Buck leans forward and grazes his teeth against her neck. "I love it when you say my name." His voice was low and heavy. Buck pumps his fingers in and out of her, not being able to hold himself together.

Emery leans her head back against the cabinet behind her. She closes her eyes and her moans increase as does her pleasure. "Evan—don't stop."

Buck lets out a breath of disbelief. "Fuck, why would I? Look at you." He pulls his face back and looks over her sweat coated face. Her chest continues to rise and fall heavily, every time her chest hit his; Buck swore he was going to cum.

"You're so beautiful." Buck exhales. Emery wraps her arms around Buck's neck, pulling him closer. Buck's thumb begins to circle her clit in short quick motions. Emery's' ears begin to fill with the sounds of her own moans and Buck's words of praise.

"You're good at this." Emery moans, her eyes opening to meet his.

Buck chuckles, "Yeah. Well, I've had some practice."

Even through her moans of pleasure, Emery was able to tease him. "Some? That's got to be an understatement."

"I-It was." Buck keeps his eyes on hers. "I just didn't want anything to end up being awkward."

Emery chuckles, "Evan, I'm aware that you've been with a lot of women. I'm not stupid."

"I have...been with a lot of women," At this point, Buck was knuckle deep in Emery. His thrusts deepened inside of her and her mind began to cloud.

"but no one like you." Buck rasps. He presses his thumb against Emery's clit, causing her to twitch. "Oh, fuck." Her stomach begins to tighten. A crease forms between her brows, and her breathing quickens. Her hands fly to Buck's biceps and she squeezes.

"You're so much more to me, Emerson." Buck kisses her neck once again. "I need you to know that." His breath hits her ear.

A chill rushes down her spine. As soon as Buck pulled back from her ear, Emery opens her eyes again and her heart begins to flutter from the way Buck looked at her in awe. Her breathing heavies more than before. "I know that..." her voice trembles. "I—" she cuts her words short as her pleasure begins to prickle at her skin.

"Evan, I'm so close." Emery moans in his ear. Buck's erection brushes against her leg. He grips one of her arms from around his neck. Emery opens her eyes again and she watches as Buck places her own hand over his. "Evan—"

"I want to watch you touch yourself." Buck whispers. "With my help."

A moan comes from Emery's lips just from the words that Buck spoke. Buck raises his brows, "Is that okay?"

"God, that's more than okay." Emery exhales. Buck chuckles, he begins to move Emery's hand against her clit. Emery leans forward firmly pressing her lips against Buck's. Buck groans from how hot Emery's lips were against his. Emery's breathing quickens as she moves her fingers faster against her clit. Buck's grip on her wrist tightens. Emery's clit begins to throb and Buck chuckles.

"I can feel it..." Buck moans against her lips. "...you're close, aren't you?"

Emery nods her head. "So close."

Buck kisses her neck then the sweet spot behind her ear that causes a chill to rush down her spine every time. Emery's moans bounce across the kitchen walls. Buck helps Emery move her fingers faster against her clit, hoping to get to her climax faster.

"Do you know how many times I've done this? Thinking about you?" Emery inhales a breath. Buck focuses on her flushed face and a groan of arousal rises from his throat. He slides two fingers into Emery while she rubs her clit.

"God, Evan—you have no idea." Emery reconnects their lips, hoping to silence her cries. Her ears began to ring as the coil in her stomach snapped. Emery moans loudly into Buck's mouth. A warm gush of wetness runs down her thighs

Emery's legs tremble and her knees buckle. Buck was quick to wrap an arm around her waist, keeping her upright. "That's it, you're okay..." his tone was husk and reassuring. Buck pressed a soft kiss to her forehead as she continues to ride her high.

After what felt like hours, Emery managed to lean against the counter with her breathing still heavy. "You...are horny when you wake up." She jabs her pointer into his chest. Buck laughs, "Are you saying you don't like it?"

"Oh, I never said that you horny freak." Emery tilts her head and softly giggles.

Emery flits her eyes down to his erection. "Need some help?"

Buck slightly opens his mouth. "No, no. I'm good."

A crease forms between her brows. "Are you sure?"

He takes a step forward and kisses Emery. "Next time." Buck whispers against her lips. Emery keeps her eyes on his. "Okay, only if you're sure."

"I'm sure." Buck gives her a chaste kiss. "And I hope you know just asking that, also now makes you a horny freak."

Emery lets out a deep mocking laugh. Buck grabs a paper towel and begins to clean Emery off. He grabs her panties and slips them back onto her. Emery watches as he slips her shorts back on and a smile forms on her lips. Bucks stands up and keeps his eyes on hers. They both stand in a comforting silence, grateful for one another.

"Are you hungry?" Emery asks. "I mean, I know you've already eaten, but—"

"Shut up." Buck laughs, his face becoming red. Emery laughs as well.

Buck looks across Emery again, taking note of the boxer shorts and t shirt she was wearing. "I could get used to this, y'know?"

Emery turns to him, "Get used to what?"

Buck walks over to Emery, standing closer to her. "Waking up to you. Seeing you in my shirts."

Emery's eyes light up, she wraps her arms around his neck and he immediately wraps his arms around her waist. "I could get used to it too."

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As soon as the boy saw the first responders in hazmat suits, his eyes roll to the back of his head and he falls forward. Bobby hooks his arms underneath the boy's arms. "Guys, I've got this one. You check on the others."

The firefighters walk over to the women all bleeding from their eyes and nose.

"LAFD, we're here to help." Emery holds a hand up. "Hi, what's your name?"

"Ashley." She reached out to caress the yellow hazmat suit on Emery. The woman nods her head, "Hi, Ashley. I'm gonna take your temperature, okay?" She moves some of Ashley's bangs out of her face and takes her temperature. "Any pain? Headaches?"

"Gonna be completely honest with you..."

"Awesome, I love honesty." Emery pulls the blood pressure pad off her arm.

"I was doing amazing until my face started bleeding!"

Emery presses her lips together. "I would assume that's a normal reaction."

"I'm not seeing any signs of a fever." Eddie calls out.

"What is this? Ebola?" Buck looks at each of the women.

Emery frowns, "Her heart rate's elevated. And her blood pressure is slightly decreased."

"BP's good here." Hen calls out.

"Have any of you travelled recently? Maybe in the last 14 days?" Hen inquires.

"No, we've just been here, jamming."

"Mother Plague." Chimney reads off the drum set. "Like you're really leaning into your band name."

"Guys, check to see if there's any chemicals lying around. Maybe they got exposed to something."

Emery huffs, "Or maybe they're high..."

Ashely gasps and slaps her hands over her mouth. Emery squints her eye say that. "Ashley...are you high?"

"I see something I'd like to get exposed to." The woman playfully brushes her hand against Eddie's.

"What are you talking about?" The boy next to Bobby speaks. "He's wearing a space suit!"

"Oh, my god...they're still high."

"Narc!"

Emery's eyes widen and a smile forms on her face. "I knew it!"

Bobby heavily sighs, "Okay, ladies. What did you take?"

"They were smoking it." The boy says. "I smelled it when I was here before."

"Is that a crime, officer?"

Buck grabs one of the joints from inside the garage. "Looks like they were smoking something...pink."

Emery exchanges looks with Hen and Chimney.

"Puffer's Paradise." They all spoke.

"You buy from them too!" One of the women gasps.

"No, but we've been treating quite a few of their customers." Hen states.

"Is that a dispensary?"

"Yeah, online." Chimney answers. "They got pretty popular during the March shutdown."

Emery sends a small pat to Ashley's leg before standing up. "What they don't tell their customers is their weed is synthetic and laced with superwarfarin."

"Rat poison."

Emery glances at Buck, "Looks like someone's got the potential to join me on trivia nights."

"I mean this with no offense, what so ever..." Buck holds his hands up. "but I would rather die."

Emery points at him, "We'll talk about it later."

"Okay, let's push fluids to support their blood pressure." Hen announces. "They'll need parenteral vitamin K and fresh-frozen plasma ASAP."

"Are you the only ones using it?" Bobby asks. "We need to know if you gave some to anyone else."

"I gave some to Kate down the block for her anxiety." One woman speaks.

And as soon as she said one name, they all kept flowing out. Emery, Buck, and Eddie had to be sent out to the neighborhood to track down anyone who had gotten ahold of the "Puffer's Paradise." But not before Eddie got slapped on the ass by one of the women.

Emery did not let him live that down.

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Even though, no one on the last call had been contaminated with a dangerous disease; the firefighters all came to the consensus that they would feel better taking showers.

After their showers, everyone was in the locker room tossing out jokes and chatting while getting dressed. Everything was as normal and calm as a fire station could be.

Until Buck turned to grab his shirt.

Chimney saw it first. And once Chimney sees something, he says something. And he says it loud.

"Who pissed you off?"

Chimney leans against his locker with a smug smile. Emery pulls her brows together she slips her shirt on and follows Chimney's gaze. Once her eyes laid on Buck's back she understood. "Oh, god..." Emery softly mutters.

Buck turns to the rest of his team with his brows pulled together. "What?"

"Your back? It's all clawed up." Hen states. "Do you need to get those checked out?"

Buck's jaw goes slack and it takes everything out of him to not look at Emery. "Uh, no—no! I just, y'know..."

Emery and Eddie quickly look at each other. Buck was tanking—bad.

"Or maybe..." Chimney laughs. "You didn't piss someone off but you turned someone on?"

The rest of the locker room quickly caught on. And if Emery's face was a few shades lighter, you could see her start to blush. She turns away from the group and practically sticks her face in her locker.

"Buck, are you seeing someone?" Hen raises her brows. "And you didn't tell us?"

"I just scratched my back a little too hard and—"

"Could it be Taylor Kelly by any chance?"

Emery's hand tightens around her locker door. Out of all the fucking people to think of—

"Emerson?"

Shit, shit!! Go back to thinking it was Taylor Kelly.

Emery turns around with a blank expression across her face and she hums. "Yeah?"

"Who do you think Buck is seeing?"

Emery shifts her gaze to Buck and he swallows thickly. She then looks at Eddie, who looked like he had no idea how to handle this situation.

"Are you seriously asking me that? The girl who has slept with him in the past?" Emery deadpans. "Way to make things awkward." She winces sarcastically and pulls at the collar of her shirt.

Hen and Chimney exchange a look. Their eyes widen. "Emery, I am so sorry." Hen shakes her head. "I didn't realize it would bother you that much."

Emery presses her lips into a small smile. "It's okay."

"All right, conversation dropped!" Chimney announces with a clap of his hands. Buck lets out a breath of relief. He then points at Buck which causes the blonde to tense once again. "Until next time, Buckley."

Hen sends one more apologetic gaze to Emery before walking out with Chimney doing the same. As soon as they left, The three all let out a breath.

"Holy shit..." Buck exhales. "I totally went blank."

"You are terrible at a poker face." Eddie laughs.

Emery turns to Eddie, "Well, you weren't any better." She then looks at Buck. "Did you even read my binder that I gave you about "Gaslighting 101"? It would've come in handy in that moment."

Buck sucks in a small breath, "I will look deeper into it tonight. Don't worry."

Emery smiles, satisfied. "Great." She looks at Eddie and points at him with the snap of her finger. "I'll send you a copy as well."

Eddie deadpans, "Goodie..."

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"Just...try it."

"No, Evan."

Emery was in Buck's bed, a grey sheet wrapped around her chest. Buck was slaying beside her with his back against the headboard. After their shift ended for the night, the two quickly made their way to Buck's apartment. Albert wasn't there at the time, so they were able to get some time alone. But Emery was quickly regretting the decision to come over not that Buck was holding a spoon of mint chocolate chip ice cream close to her lips.

He gives her a puppy dog look that causes her heart to flutter. "Oh, come on. For me?"

Emery opens her mouth, "That is so foul."

"You did it to me with Izzy Chainz."

"Yeah, but his music was hilarious." Emery retorts. "And you said you had a thing for him."

Buck deadpans, "I was joking."

Emery rolls her eyes with a small smile. "It's disgusting. Mint chocolate chip ice cream—"

"Is the perfect combination."

Emery snorts, "I can think of so many other combinations that are superior."

Buck drops the spoon back into the carton and fully turns to her, he then holds a hand out to her saying to continue. Emery chuckles and she accepts. "Peanut Butter and Jelly, S'mores, chocolate and banana, shall I go on?"

Buck frowns with his eyes squinted. "You're such a smartass."

"Yeah? Well, someone has to be." Emery moves her head to the side. "You know you're my dumbass, right?"

Buck stays still with an unreadable expression for a moment. And for a moment, Emery thought she won.

Then something cold hit her lips. She closed her eyes out of instinct and gasps. Her tongue swipes across her lip and tastes...

Oh, hell no.

"Evan,"

Buck menacingly laughs and licks the rest of the ice cream off his finger. "What?" He sounds so innocent.

Emery's eye twitches and she grabs the ice cream. "I'm throwing this away."

Buck's face drops in horror. Emery keeps the sheet tight around her chest and hops out of the bed. She goes for the stairs, but Buck is already right behind her. He wraps his arms around her waist and Emery lets out a squeal as he carries her back to the bed.

"No, let me go!" Emery laughs. She clutches the carton in her hand. "I will drop this!" With ease, he throws Emery over his shoulder.

"If I don't get my ice cream, you get tickled." He lays her on the bed and hovers over her. Buck's hands find her waist and begins to tickle her. Emery's laugh increases in volume. "Evan, oh my god—You're so annoying!" She grips his biceps and tears of laughter form in her eyes.

"Give me my ice cream back--"

"I'd rather die!"

"Of laughter?" Buck's eyes flicker with mischief. "That can certainly be arranged."

Buck's hands move to her armpits and Emery starts to thrash while her laughter increases. Then the front door downstairs opens. Buck freezes and Emery lets out a sharp breath, "Asshole, I win--this ice cream is fucking done for--"

Buck slaps a hand over her mouth, "Don't--"

"Buck?"

Emery's eyes widen and she slaps Buck's arm. He pulls his hand off her mouth and she rolls out from under him. Emery crouches and runs around upstairs, trying to find her clothes as Buck slips his boxers on. "Yeah, just--gimme a sec!"

"Do you have someone up there with you?" Albert asks. "I'll come back--"

"No!" Buck says. "I don't have--"

Emery pinches Buck's side and he cries out. "Ow!" he turns to her. Emery squints her eyes, "Tell him to come back." she softly whispers, but there was a fire behind her eyes that told him "listen to me or die".

"Uh, yeah, you should definitely--"

"Holy shit."

Buck and Emery stop and look back at each other. "Albert?" Buck walks over to the railing and looks over. Albert's eyes were glued to the button up uniform shirt splayed across the island. The uniform wasn't even what caught his attention. It was the last name across it. And it wasn't Buck's. Albert slowly raises his finger and points at the uniform. "Uh, so, hey..." he stammers and swallows.

Buck's shoulders slack and he lets out a heavy breath. His head hangs low, "Hey, Em..."

Emery was hopping on one leg, trying to get into her slacks. "What the fuck?" she seethes and snaps her eyes over to Buck. The blonde lifts his gaze and turns to her with his back against the railing. "I found your shirt." he motions to over the railing.

Emery's jaw goes slack, "Fuck..." she wraps the sheet around her shoulders and runs over to the railing. Emery looks over it and at her shirt on the island. Albert looks up at the embarrassed couple.

"Hey, Albert." Emery timidly waves. Buck rubs the back of his neck. "I can't believe you left your shirt downstairs--"

"Don't you start Mr. "I want you right here, right now"." Emery grumbles. Buck frowns, he did want her right there on the island. But, he also wanted her on the couch, and on his bed. And all the things he wanted tonight, he got. She looks back at Albert with a soft smile. "Albert, I know this might be a lot to process, but could you be a sweetheart and throw that shirt up here?"

Albert blinks, "Uh, Yes. Of course, I'm sorry." he grabs the shirt and tosses it up. Emery reaches for it, but Buck is quick to grab it. The curly-haired woman scoffs and turns to Buck with a smile. Buck lets out a heavy sigh, "You're no fun..." he hands it to her, returning a smile.

"Oh, wow..."

Emery and Buck turn to Albert. His lower lip is pushed out and his eyes are wide with adoration. "You guys are so cute."

Emery beams, but her smile quickly drops when Buck throws a heavy arm over her shoulders. He obnoxiously pulls Emery into his side, "Yeah, I know."

Emery rolls her eyes but there was a smile tugging at her lips. She softly hums and looks at Buck, "We're totally gonna have to add him to the list."

Buck raises his brows, "He's gonna hate that."

The list of people who knew about Emery and Buck:

Eddie

Albert

Emery was going to have to start stacking up these binders she's working on. Maybe she'll make a few extra just in case...

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"It's not like Veronica knew that she lived next door to you when you guys went out."

Emery laughs, "God, that's horrible."

"We don't know that she didn't." Buck states. "You know, my therapist says everyone needs a safe space a place where you can fully be yourself. My apartment was that place."

"What does it matter anyway?" Emery asks. "I mean, you're dating a strong beautiful badass of a woman now."

Buck turns to Emery with a smile, "I know that. The problem is, that date? Was horrible. She was horrible. And now that horrible is down the hall from me."

"So, how many people have you been with in your complex?"

Dean looks at his girlfriend. Even though her expression was filled with curiosity, her eyes told an entire different story. She was just waiting for the wrong answer. Buck's jaw tightens and he swallows thickly. "N-No, no." He holds his hands up. "It was just one date and it was horrible. That was before you and I..." his cheeks warm. "Became a you and I."

Emery smiles, "Good answer." She pats his shoulder. Her eyes shift to Eddie, "And that's how it's done."

Eddie throws his head back and laughs.

"Yesterday Albert had to distract her for 20 minutes while I got my nail." Buck says.

Emery and Eddie laugh harder than before, boyhood have to grasp the other to keep themselves upright. they both lean against each other. "How come I've never heard this story before?"

"Because I knew you would react like this." Buck grimaces.

"Can you blame her? It's kind of funny." Eddie voices, the smile still on his lips.

Buck looks between Eddie and Emery and scoffs. "I can't live like this. Always looking over my shoulder—"

The bushes behind the three firefighters begin to rustle, forcing all of them to stop in place. "I think he's behind us."

They all slowly turn to see a Turkey walking on the sidewalk. Emery's lips part, "Oh, he's just too cute."

"Okay, wait your turn." Buck looks at her. Emery rolls her eyes, "I wanna feed him."

"You know the plan." Buck then squints his eyes. "You made the plan." His eyes motion to the giant metal crate in her hand.

Emery tilts her head, "I thought you would've forgot about that by now."

"It was 10 minutes ago."

Emery lightly taps his temple. "Sometimes I worry..."

Buck chuckles and lightly smacks her hand away from his head. Emery giggles and steps back behind Eddie and Buck.

Eddie pulls out the net catcher while Buck pulls out a carton of blueberries. He tosses the blueberries in Sonny's direction. Sonny pecks at the blueberries and takes closer steps to the firefighters. With every step the turkey took, the firefighters would take the same amount of steps back.

Once the turkey got into the perfect vicinity of the first responders, Emery spoke. "It's clobbering time!"

Eddie pulls the trigger and the net flies out, wrapping around the turkey. Emery exhales and walks over to the turkey with the cage. While Emery did that, Buck and Eddie looked at each with the same puzzling expression over her words of choice.

"It's clobbering time?"

...

"So, are you going to explain the "it's clobbering time"?" Buck and Eddie turn to the woman.

Emery watches as the per control vehicle drives away. With her hands on her hips, she turns to them without a care in the world. "Oh, because peach cobbler can be eaten on Thanksgiving, and so are turkey's. And then it's clobbering time is a reference to "Fantastic Four"."

Eddie and Buck look at each other before looking at Emery. "Oh, Emi..." Buck lets out a choked fit of laughter and Eddie follows suit. "That's so bad."

Emery looks between them with her brows furrowed, she was genuinely confused. How could that be a bad joke? "What? No, it's not!" She folds her arms. "Why would you say that?"

"Well, you had to explain it to us."

"Because you asked!"

"And you could've said something else like "It's gobbling time" or—"

"Or how about I just never tell you guys my amazing jokes that only one person will appreciate!" Emery puffs out her cheeks and stalks away from the two. Eddie and Buck watch her walk away and they can't stop their laughter.

"She seems really upset." Eddie clears his throat.

Buck lets out a deep breath. "Yeah, but she'll be okay. I'll make sure of it."

Eddie looks at Buck, his eyes staying on the side of his face. "I'm happy for you guys, man."

Buck turns and meets Eddie's eyes. "Yeah? Thanks. It means a lot to me that you said that and I'm sure it would mean a lot to Emery."

A laugh is heard near the firetruck. They turn their heads and see Chimney grasping his stomach while Emery watches him laugh with a proud smile on her face.

"It's clobbering time! That's a good one, Em!"

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author's note.

I loveeeee couple emibuck. I don't know why I made Albert one of the first people to find out about them, but I LOVE IT

And I love Emery immediately running to Chimney, so someone can laugh and appreciate her joke. They're so iconic.

AND AND AND Emery made breakfast and it was good??? Buck is teaching her so much and it's not just sex discoveries—

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