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In Buck’s defense, it had been a long day. One of those shifts where the bell never seemed to stop ringing.
As his shift FINALLY ends, he heads over to the locker rooms, grabs his things, and taps Eddie on the back to let him know he’s leaving.
“See you at home?” Buck asked. They had driven separately because Eddie had dropped Chris off at school this morning.
“I’ve gotta run by the store and grab groceries for the week, then I’ll be home” Eddie replied. “I left the list you gave me on the kitchen counter, would you mind texting it to me?”
“Sure!” Buck replied just as his phone started ringing.
It was Tommy. Again.
Tommy had called him multiple times throughout his shift. He was visiting his parents all weekend and seemed to be extremely bored.
After ignoring the call, he and Eddie walk out of the station together chatting, before splitting up to get into their respective cars. They parked next to each other, of course.
After watching Eddie’s car pull out of the parking lot, Buck hops in his car to head home. Pepa had picked up Chris from school and he wanted to beat them home.
Glancing at his phone, he sees he has one message from Tommy:
Tommy ❤️
“Can we call? 😜🍆💦”
After shooting his a quick text about just leaving work, he starts the car and goes to put the gearshift in drive when his phone dings twice. Stealing a glance at the screen, he sees two messages, one from Tommy and one from Eddie.
Eddie (Partner in Crime)
“Grocery list please?”
Tommy ❤️
“Can you send then?”
God Tommy just doesn’t let up. He navigates to his locked folder in his photos, and finds a picture he’s had ready for a while. He’s particularly proud of this one. He worked hard to get the lighting and the angle just right.
He sends that photo to Tommy, send the grocery list to Eddie, then sets his phone down to start driving home.
He doesn’t get very far down the road before he hears two more texts come through in his phone. Eddie has enforced a strict no texting and driving rule on him, though, so he ignores it.
It’s a short drive home so about 10 minutes later he’s pulling into the driveway and hopping out of the car. He hears two more messages come through.
Eddie (Partner in Crime)
4:27pm: “holy shit”
4:35pm: “fuck that’s hot”
“fuck buck”
Tommy ❤️
“What??”
What the fuck? What is going on?? He opens his phone and navigates to his message app. His world stops.
What.
The.
Fuck.
Instead of sending Eddie the grocery list and Tommy the photo… oh god
He is so fucked.