A/N- two chapters in one because I'm bad with tech and wrote shit in the wrong order.

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You're not in here?" Rosie asked, flipping through the calendar as they stood on the corner of the island in his kitchen together.

"No, I was in Miami," she stated the obvious, rolling her eyes as she poured herself a cup of tea and refilled Rosie's. "Besides, do you think I would have sold them to everyone if I were?"

"I didn't think about that. Next yeaaaar," he sang, hopefully.

"Yeah, nooo," she shot down the idea immediately. "Vic flipped at these guys to get them to do it, so, not happening."

"Fine, probably better, I get to keep you to my eyes." He stated, wrapping a hand around her waist and pulling her towards him.

"Ah!" She yelled, losing her balance, slightly.

"You sure you were a dancer?" He teased.

"Oh shut up."

"I mean, it requires coordination you know. Or at least the ability to stay on your feet."

"Oh, I think someone is forget about a dance or two we shared back in Miami, Mr.doesn't move his hips," she teased back.

"I do too," he argued.

"Mhm, okay, than how 'bout you show me right now?" She challenged.

"Well, you gotta turn on some music." She reached and slid her phone over and selected a song quickly before folding her arms up to watch him. He stepped back from the counter and began dancing on his own until a smile cracked on her face and she joined him until they were both sweaty and exhausted.

"I need a shower," she said, airing out her shirt to no avail and resolving to just take it off, leaning her in a high neck sports bra.

"Now that's the picture I want in my calendar," he commented as she retrieved a glass of water. She rolled her eyes.

"What, no hats or props or anything? Or you know, maybe not covered in sweat and disgusting?"

"You're anything but disgusting," he said, reaching for his phone and sliding open his camera.

"Oh, are you serious?" She asked in disbelief just as the camera clicked, capturing her from the side as she filled a glass from the sink.

"Well try and look happier." In return, she gave him her most unamused look as he snatched another photo.

"I'm gonna get you back for that," she warned him. She didn't mind him having the photo. She was just surprised he chose to take one then.

"Sounds fair to me. So you mentioned a shower?" A smile grew on Andy's face as she lightly chuckled at the comment. She took a few sip of her water, set it down, and took his hand, leading him down the hall.

An hour later, Rosie laid in bed with a towel around his waist as Andy sat beside him with a towel over her shoulders, facing the backboard with her knees pulled towards her chest. She ran her fingers over his scar slowly and softly, feeling it on her fingertips. They'd been like that for a while, together but silent, just enjoying each other's company, but he was growing worried about what was going through her mind as she traced the line down his chest and turned to her. For a moment, he thought his words might not be able to reach her, she seemed was so far in her mind as her eyes followed her fingers, but under his eyes, she broke the silence, proving she was aware of him.

"What was it like?"

"What do you mean?" She shrugged, knowing she was asking a general question but not sure she wanted to specify.

"Growing up. Couldn't have been easy."

"It wasn't. But I had my family." She flattened her hand out over his heart, feeling it beat inside of him. At the action, he loosened up, words spilling out of him, stories of his childhood in and out of the hospital. People he met there. Things he hadn't spoken about in a long time. Sometimes his family would comment on someone or something from his past, but to speak out loud, it wasn't something he did very often.

She listened intently, wanting to hear as much as he would say. Not many people knew what it was like to grow up fighting their bodies the way he did. To be told they won't make it to graduation. She could never understand what that was like, but she could listen and she could care, and they way she looked at him when he spoke, he didn't feel weakened or pitied. There was alway an infatuation with his strength. He hoped she knew he felt the same way about her.

As they both grew tired, Andy climbed forward and laid down on the side on his chest, her bare skin against his, radiating heat.

"I'm gonna get sick again," he stated, giving her an out she didn't want.

"I know," she whispered, softly. "I'll be here."

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Neither Rosie nor Ira were thrilled about being removed from the burning building when they knew there were more people inside that could have used some help, but they understood they were no good to them if they were dead, and without the proper equipment, they were taking a risk too high. They evacuated when they had too, having to leave behind a building filled with equipment, records, evidence, but most importantly, the people trapped in the structure gradually burning to the ground. As Rosie made his way to a safer area, he looked out among the fire trucks, glancing over the numbers, expecting nineteen to be among the two other stations that had already responded to the call. He didn't see them at first but he heard the sirens blaring and turned his attention towards the trucks barreling down the road and turning in to the parking lot, belonging to station 19.

While a small part of him was excited to see Annalise in action, one glance back at the building made him dread seeing her head towards it.

He was so distracted, he didn't even realize he was being guided/pushed along by a firefighter to the other side of the tape put up to keep them away from the building.

The engines pulled in closest to them and the second it came to a stop, out jumped a familiar woman dressed in turnouts and heading straight for the equipment as she pulled her hat on. She hated this call, only able to hope Ira Hornstock was out of the building, having no idea her boyfriend had been in there as well. She was determined to focus entirely on her job, knowing if Ira were in there, worrying wouldn't do anything when she had the tools and training that might.

If she'd only glanced towards the crowd, she would have seen him standing right up front, glancing over at her as he talked to one of her superiors about what he could do to help. Though she was drowning in gear, a look to another firefighter revealed her face, focused and determined, oblivious to him.

After a moment, he turned, ordering away officers to put up tape in order to keep people back. When he spotted her again, this time by the name on her turnouts, she was one of several in a line, ready to attack the fire from the outside. Relieved she wasn't climbing into the building, like several others, he resumed what he'd been doing, assured he would not be breaking it to Daisy that her daughter died in a fire. At least until yelling turned him back around to see the line of firefighters about to retreat, distancing themselves from the eminent explosion. Annalise had just turned when the blast threw her straight to the ground. A worried glance at Rosie confirmed he'd seen Annalise go down. She laid lifelessly for a long moment, her ears ringing as she caught up to where she was.

"Andy!" Someone yelled just as she placed her hand by her side and began pushing herself up and climbing to her feet. Once she was standing upright, she regained her energy, But not before she glanced back towards the windows the fire had shot out from as she stepped away.

"Herrera, I need you on search and rescue!" Maya yelled out, seeing she was up on her feet faster than those around her and needing more firefighters inside.

Andy immediately ran back towards the engine and grabbed her extra gear, pulling on and tightening her mask, and hooking it up to her oxygen tank.

"You ready?" Asked Jack, a step behind her, who'd thought she was dead for about ten seconds less than a minute before.

"Always," she replied confidently as she grabbed onto a handle and hosted herself up to the ladder. The smoke from the building loomed over the trucks, engulfing part of the ladders, but Andy began climbing as quickly as she could while remaining carefully.

"She'll be okay," Ira told Rosie down on the ground as they watched her approach the window.

"I know," he replied, keeping his voice calm as he thought about how she'd been with him whenever his health concerned her. She had faith in him, even when she knew she could lose him.

He was sick and that was the way things were. She loved her job so much, and that was the way things were, too. She couldn't avoid danger anymore than he could. Still, he hated watching her climb into the window.

While other men and woman helped people down the fire escape or out the safest exits they could find, Andy didn't appear for a long time. Determined not to just stand around, Rosie ducked under the tape and ran to help out however he could.

Over the radio, he heard her voice occasionally when another firefighter stood close enough.

"Herrera, how much do you have left in your tank?" He heard the captain finally asked after a good amount of time had passed. There was no reply. "Andy?" Maya yelled into her radio as Rosie tightened a bandage.

A strained voice came back over the radio.

"I'm almost out."

"What percent?"

"Of the building," she finished her sentence, ignoring the question so she could only say what was absolutely necessary. "South entrance," she forced out the words that sounded eerily like last words. Rosie stood up and stepped away from the patient, looking to all of the doors in his sight, though one was engulfed in flames and the other was in poor condition. He could have sworn everything around him slowed down as he waited, every second feeling closer to an hour until one of the doors flung open, revealing a soot covered, exhausted hero with a child, who'd legs wrapped tightly around her. Andy held her mask on the girls face, sacrificing her own source of oxygen. She heaved, unable to take in the fresh air fast enough to satisfy what her body needed.

"Overachiever, that one," Ira commented from behind him. He jumped, having not seen the man since Andy disappeared into the building. "Carrying a child out of a burning building to show us all up-" he stopped joking once the young girl had been taken from Andy. Her arms free, dehydrated and deprived of oxygen, Andy stumbled towards the ground, saved by her battalion chief and Dean who caught her under her arms just before her knees reached the ground. Vic ran toeards them with an oxygen tank and mask, handing the mask to Dean who placed it on her. Andy immediately placed her hand on it, wanting to hold it herself as she took in a deep breath, which triggered several coughs as she worked to stand on her own. Still, as she moved forward, Robert held her arm, keeping his other hand on her back as Dean took the tank and moved away from the burning building. Back at the aid car stood Rosie.

"Keep this on," Rosie said, when she lowered the mask while approaching him. He guided her hand with the mask back to her mouth and she took several deep breaths, coughing a bit here and there as she watched the child being loaded into the ambulance. Dean gave him the bottle and Robert reluctantly went back to his car, having to make more calls.

"Of course you were here when the building went up in flames," she commented once she actually became capable of speaking.

"You know I gotta get in on the action... even if I'm not running into fire. If you're gonna keep being a super hero, you need oxygen," Rosie said as someone handed him a stethoscope. She rolled her eyes, unamused, and took one more deep breath before pulling the mask away and looking back at the building, so desperately wanting to put out the flames. It seemed as though the rescue effort had stopped and they were focused on the building, but the evidence in there would prevent future murders and she hated seeing it burn. Rosie held onto her shoulder with one hand and placed the stethoscope on her back with the other, listening as carefully as he could. Feeling eyes on her, she turned her attention in the direction of Ira, who wore a sorrowful expression. He gave a small nod, glad she was okay. She looked back to the building, knowing this would be no easy journey back and she couldn't let it keep burning.

"Rosie, I'm fine," she said, pulling away from the stethoscope when he took too long. "Really," she added. She lifted the mask to her face and took a deep breath before grabbing his wrist and placing the mask in his hand before he even realized.

"Villa, what are you doing?" He asked as she backed away.

"My job!" She replied enthusiastically as she headed towards Maya.

He watched as she lined up with everyone else, another woman supporting the hose behind her. As she glanced towards Jack, she smiled. A genuine smile of joy. Of love for her job.

And then she pulled on the hose, battling the fire head on, determined to take it down.

"So were you trying to turn me on?" He whispered to her as he followed her back to the truck once the fire had finally been put out and she'd pulled off her jacket. "I mean, I didn't really know I was into suspenders but-" She nudged him with his elbow saying,

"I have another fourteen hours on this shift. Don't talk like that." She placed the jacket in the back of the truck and took the water he'd been holding onto for her and unscrewed it.

"Ah, but you know, the longer the wait-"

"I'm not a patient person," she stated before downing as much of the bottle as she could.

"Well, it did take us six years," he teased her. Still thirsty, she glanced at him but kept drinking until the bottle was finally empty.

"Well, at least I know you're hydrating," he commented as he took the empty bottle from her and they started back towards the front of the truck.

"Mhm, kinda like having an assistant," she teased, steeping around him and grabbing onto the handle. "I'll see you tomorrow," she told him, giving him a quick kiss before pulling herself into the truck and shutting the door.

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A/N- gotta see her in action!

Been reading some of y'alls stories and I love them💖 can't wait to read more!