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Miles hadn’t expected Christmas Eve to be this… quiet. Surely, he thought, there would be family dinners escalating, or maniacs fighting over the last piece of ham, or literally anything.
But it was still.
Half an hour ago, Miles had parked on the side of the road and since then not received a single call. This couldn’t be. After all, this was LA. It would be way more concerning if there was nothing to be concerned about.
“Dispatch, this is Seven Lincoln Seven, please confirm that there are no current calls?”, he asked, upon picking up the radio and just after a second, dispatch responded.
“Seven Lincoln Seven. Can confirm. Currently no open calls.”
With a sigh, Miles put down the radio, sinking back into his seat. His eyelids slowly started growing heavy.
If he was honest, he really didn’t want this; spending Christmas Eve at work. On the other, the money was good and he really needed it if he ever wanted to live anywhere else but his car.
None of that mattered though, when all he could think about was his friends and his family and what they‘d probably be doing in this very moment.
Eating, singing, baking cookies maybe.
He wanted that too. But he couldn’t. Because he had to spend Christmas Eve working. Even if that meant standing on the side of the road the entire night…
An uncomfortable tightness waved around his chest and he had to actively take a deep breath to keep it at bay. He couldn’t loose focus, no matter how much he‘d wanted to. He‘d get through this… and tomorrow would be all his.