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onlythingthatmatters) wrote2025-04-19 11:06 pm
onlythingthatmatters) wrote2025-04-19 11:06 pm
a whole new you (for figureskated)
When the first guy walks into station 118 convinced that he's in a relationship with Evan Buckley, she's willing to believe it's a misunderstanding. Yeah, she doesn't recognize him, but she's not sure she could pick out every hook-up she's had out of a line-up. Maybe she slept with him when she was tipsier than usual, and he had some kind of delusion after that they continued to talk. After all, he seems harmless enough, just - confused. When he gets a little too close while she's trying to explain that they're not in a relationship and she doesn't know who he is, Bobby steps in and forces him to leave. And she spends the rest of the day feeling unsettled, sure, but it's fine. What are the chances of it happening again?
Pretty damn good, as it turns out, since another stranger approaches her while she and Chim are picking up coffees for the crew. This guy is way more aggressive, outright accusing her of fucking with him and then dropping him for some kind of sick game, and the next thing she knows, she's wearing his iced coffee and he's storming out the door.
They've barely settled back into the station when some asshole starts throwing rocks at the ambulance. She happens to reach the doors the quickest to shout at him to knock it off and is treated to a borderline incoherent rant about how she's a bitch, she needs to pay for breaking his heart and the hearts of guys like him, and this time when he throws a rock, he's aiming for her. It just scrapes her arm before Hen is pulling her back behind cover and Bobby announces that there are police inbound. He runs rather than stay and wait to be arrested, but they get a good look at his car, so it's not like he can get too far.
It's been a terrible day, basically. It's even worse after reporting everything to Athena (first on the scene), being advised to look into her social media accounts, and finding a MySpace page in her name with her picture that she never created. By evening, Athena's assured her that they've started the process of asking the website for access to the account so they can see who created it and who else has been talking to the fake her. Which means there's not much more they can do about it tonight.
She's released from her shift early, but she ends up hanging around the firehouse for another couple hours because as much as she hates the idea that yet another stranger could walk in at any time, absolutely convinced that she'd wronged him, she hates the idea of going home to her apartment alone because what if one of these guys found her address, too? It's bad enough they're showing up at her place of work. That's what she tells Bobby when he approaches her to ask why she's not leaving, and when he asks her if she'd feel safer if he slept over on her couch just in case, she finds herself saying yes.
So that's how she finds herself pacing her apartment while waiting for him to show, stupidly stressed out by pretty much every noise - of which there are too many because her walls are not as soundproof as she'd like. And feeling stupid for being so stressed out by this because what are the chances someone would be able to track her home address and try to break in? She'd like to think it's low, but before the past couple of days, she thought the likelihood of someone using her pictures and personal information to catfish the men of LA was very low, too.
Even expecting Bobby, she still flinches at the sound of someone knocking on her door, and she takes a second to force herself to look less freaked out before she peers through the peephole and opens the door to her Captain. "Hey. Um. Thanks."
Pretty damn good, as it turns out, since another stranger approaches her while she and Chim are picking up coffees for the crew. This guy is way more aggressive, outright accusing her of fucking with him and then dropping him for some kind of sick game, and the next thing she knows, she's wearing his iced coffee and he's storming out the door.
They've barely settled back into the station when some asshole starts throwing rocks at the ambulance. She happens to reach the doors the quickest to shout at him to knock it off and is treated to a borderline incoherent rant about how she's a bitch, she needs to pay for breaking his heart and the hearts of guys like him, and this time when he throws a rock, he's aiming for her. It just scrapes her arm before Hen is pulling her back behind cover and Bobby announces that there are police inbound. He runs rather than stay and wait to be arrested, but they get a good look at his car, so it's not like he can get too far.
It's been a terrible day, basically. It's even worse after reporting everything to Athena (first on the scene), being advised to look into her social media accounts, and finding a MySpace page in her name with her picture that she never created. By evening, Athena's assured her that they've started the process of asking the website for access to the account so they can see who created it and who else has been talking to the fake her. Which means there's not much more they can do about it tonight.
She's released from her shift early, but she ends up hanging around the firehouse for another couple hours because as much as she hates the idea that yet another stranger could walk in at any time, absolutely convinced that she'd wronged him, she hates the idea of going home to her apartment alone because what if one of these guys found her address, too? It's bad enough they're showing up at her place of work. That's what she tells Bobby when he approaches her to ask why she's not leaving, and when he asks her if she'd feel safer if he slept over on her couch just in case, she finds herself saying yes.
So that's how she finds herself pacing her apartment while waiting for him to show, stupidly stressed out by pretty much every noise - of which there are too many because her walls are not as soundproof as she'd like. And feeling stupid for being so stressed out by this because what are the chances someone would be able to track her home address and try to break in? She'd like to think it's low, but before the past couple of days, she thought the likelihood of someone using her pictures and personal information to catfish the men of LA was very low, too.
Even expecting Bobby, she still flinches at the sound of someone knocking on her door, and she takes a second to force herself to look less freaked out before she peers through the peephole and opens the door to her Captain. "Hey. Um. Thanks."
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"I can see if Athena has any way to find out who's viewed it, if that would help?"
Bobby can tell she's scared, not that it's difficult to figure out, and tries to be reassuring, "I don't think anything's going to happen tonight, and if it does, that's why there's two of us." It probably doesn't help as much as he thinks it should.
"I do know nothing's going to happen right this minute. You can give yourself a minute to take a deep breath."