Eddie: Wait a minute
Eddie: Weimaraner
Eddie: Dog breed
Eddie: Evan
Buck: I feel the need to hide in the rig
Kelly: Nope
Kelly: Not helping you there
TK: ^
Eddie: I know of a chat you have like that
Buck: Someone kill me
TK: Nope
Eddie: TK is Grumpy Cat
Carlos: What
Eddie: Sylvie is Cocker Spaniel
Matt: A beautiful one
Sylvie: The appropriate response
Eddie: Evan is Golden Retriever
Frank: I can definitely see that
Eddie: Alright
Eddie: So which of us did you deem Weimaraner
Eddie: And did you give the rest of us dog breeds as well
Kelly: You're kidding
Sylvie: Kill Buck for me will you, TK?
TK: Yes ma'am
Buck: I really need to check my chats
Buck: But coming up with six breeds is tiring
Nolan: It's not Carlos
Carlos: ?
Nolan: TK is Grumpy Cat
Nolan: If they're handing out breeds you're probably a cat too
Carlos: Why are you thinking logically right now
Nolan: Someone has to out of the four dumbasses
Nolan: Seriously
Nolan: Who's the Weimaraner
Sylvie: Well
Nolan: Oh
Nolan: Me?
Sylvie: Yeah
Nolan: Huh
Nolan: I'll take it
Frank: Really?
Nolan: It could be worse
Nolan: One of us could be a Pekingese
Kelly: Oh fucking hell
Buck: What do you have against Pekingese?
TK: They're fun to watch!
Matt: If you seriously made any of us a Pekingese
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Trouble Don't (File Two of The First Responders Files)
Fanfiction"Trouble, don't you come my way. Oh, no, not today. Trouble, don't you come my way." ~ "Trouble Don't," AG In which everyone is exactly where they're meant to be, but the calm is often before the worst of the storm. Follows Season 3 of 9-1-1: Lone...
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