"My man got off the ambulance with blood up to his elbows. I just wanted to see what happened," I informed her as we walked.

She looked at me, startled.

"What?" Her mouth dropped open. "Why are you not running over there?"

I giggled.

"He's a firefighter," I explained. "He wasn't actually on the ambulance for himself."

"Ohh," she nodded in understanding, sounding relieved. "That's good."

I snorted and she raised a shoulder in a silent shrug.

"So how are you liking the ER?" I asked.

She sighed. "It was okay. At first. Now I think I'm going to look for a different job."

I blinked as I pursed my lips. "Why?"

"Freakin' people are blaming shit on me that's not my fault. I got in trouble for not doing something that was never asked of me to do for a patient that wasn't mine!"

I gritted my teeth.

"Did you tell the charge nurse?" I asked.

She shook her head. "No. Not yet."

In other words, she wasn't going to. Ever.

"You need to learn to speak up for yourself, Freya," I noted. "You'll have a lot of trouble in the ER if you're not careful. They're a bunch of bitches, other than a few. Have you met Lennox?" I asked.

Lennox was married to Bennett Alvarez, a man on the SWAT team.

They were a great couple, and I liked them a lot.

Lennox was the sweetest person I'd ever met.

She nodded. "She's sweet. I like her. But I don't work with her often. She's cut back her hours quite a bit now that she's pregnant."

"Hmm," I hummed. "She has a good friend who, I can't remember her name right now, is a nurse there. She's nice, too."

I came to a halt just outside the side doors that would lead into the emergency room, and watched, wide eyed, as Booth came out of the doors with a scowl on his face.

He was still covered in blood, except for his hands which had been kept clean due to the gloves he'd been wearing.

"Whoa, big guy. What's got your panties in a bunch?" I asked worriedly.

PD came up beside Booth and slapped him on his back.

"He had to shove his hand up inside a woman's vagina to help deliver a baby," PD said when Booth didn't say anything. He was glaring at me like it was my fault he'd had to do that.

"Wow," I said. "Was the baby okay?"

"Yes," PD grinned. "The mother didn't make it, though."

My heart sank, and I walked up to Booth and pressed a kiss to his head.

"I love you," I whispered.

Booth moved his hands out to his sides so he didn't accidentally touch me, and I smiled at the action.

"I love you, too," he replied grudgingly.

I grinned at him, but questions about the call whirled in my mind.

However, I held them in check as I turned to survey the carnage in the back of the ambulance.

"Wow," I whispered.

Booth pressed a kiss to the back of my head and walked around the side of the ambulance.

"You'll have to call in and tell them we're going to need a few to clean this shit up," Booth called to PD, glancing pointedly at his blood caked wrists and arms, indicating he couldn't call himself.

PD nodded, but his eyes stayed on Freya as he called in.

"Freya," I said once PD was done talking. "This is PD. PD, this is Freya."

PD smiled wide at Freya, and Freya did what Freya does best.

She ran.

"Gotta go, Masen. Thank you for walking with me," she hurried past the two big men and hurried into the ER entrance.

PD and Booth watched her go, PD longer than Booth.

"She was...nice," PD observed.

I snorted.

"She's shy," I explained.

Booth pressed a final kiss to my forehead.

"You done for the day?" He asked.

I shook my head. "No. I still have about a half hour. Why?"

"I'm hungry," his belly chose that moment to growl before he walked to the back of the ambulance and shut the door.

I didn't bother to point out that he'd just had to deal with blood and guts.

He didn't need me to remind him.

Paramedics, though, were a different breed.

They smiled while most would cry.

They joked while most would stay silent.

And if he was hungry, it was probably because he was hungry and not deflecting like most would.

"And you're telling me this, why?" I asked.

I knew why.

He wanted me to bring him something, and he was too lazy to go get it.

"'Cause your food is better than my food," he turned around once the doors were shut.

I rolled my eyes at him.

"I can't bring you anything until I'm done here," I pointed out.

He nodded his head eagerly.

"Taco Bell," he said.

I raised my brow at him.

"You really want to eat that at work?" I asked.

I mean, Taco Bell had the same effect on nearly everyone. It wasn't called Taco Hell for no reason.

He shrugged. "Yes."

I looked at him, studying his face, and saw that something more than just the last call was bothering him.

But I didn't know what to say to him.

He wouldn't tell me what was wrong. Not with PD still waiting at the side of the ambulance anyway.

"I'll bring it to you," I told him softly.

He smiled then, making my heart skip a few beats.

"Thank you, baby."

I waved at him and started walking back to the clinic as they pulled away.

He did, however, stop when he saw his truck.

"You ran through a mud hole!" He yelled out the side of the window.

I feigned innocence, widening my eyes at him. "I don't know what you're talking about."

He narrowed his eyes at me.

"You better clean up your act, girl!" He yelled.

I raised my hands at him.

"And what are you going to do about it, big boy?" I teased.

He rolled up his window without replying, but I saw the gleam of happiness in his eyes before he did.

And I went back to work smiling.

I pulled into the fire station's parking lot three hours and thirty minutes later with Taco Hell in one hand, and a huge gallon of sweet tea from Chick Fil A in the other, and the card from the camera pointed at my parent's mailbox in my pocket.

He'd asked me to pick it up on my way, and like the pushover that I was, I did what he asked, even though it was about twenty minutes out of my way.

I pushed through the door to the station, my belly flipping and flopping in nervousness, and immediately was assaulted by the smell of cooking food.

Why Booth would want tacos instead of the deliciousness I was smelling was beyond me, but whatever.

"Yo," a man called out, startling me.

I turned in the direction of the voice I'd just heard, and smiled.

"Hey, Bowe." I said, waving at him with the bag of tacos in my hand.

He grinned.

"Whatcha got there?" He asked, gesturing to the bag with his head.

"Taco Bell," I said. "For Booth."

Bowe grinned.