"Wonder what the odds of fate are today!" Chimney jogged up the stairs of the firehouse, ever chipper. Buck watched him warily from his seat at the dining table, awaiting Bobby's nearly finished BLTs for lunch.

"What are you on about?" Hen questioned, raising her brows with an amused expression. She pulled out a seat just across from Buck.

"Fate!" Chimney stressed, holding his hands out. "Buck being his clumsy self, has nearly died multiple times—"

"Hey!" Buck began to argue, raising a pointed finger in protest.

"—and ever since that Murphy guy has showed up, he's there in the nick of to save him!" Chimney finished, confidently leaning forward into the back of the chair beside Hen.

"Alright," Eddie scoffed from his seat on a nearby couch, not one for "fate", "curses", and the like. Chim quickly held his hands out in surrender.

"All I'm saying is, in the next few days, Buck's guardian angel will be making an appearance."

"Oh my god," Buck sighed into his hands, opting to keep his face buried into his hands for fear of further embarrassment.

"What guardian angel?" Bobby asked, platter of sandwiches in hand as he moved toward the table. Buck groaned, reluctant to include Bobby in on Chimney's antics.

"Sam Murphy," Hen answered with a sigh, attempting to sound unamused, but clearly was, in fact, enjoying the topic of conversation.

"Oh, the new guy." Bobby nodded his head, moving to collapse into the chair at the head of the table as Eddie jogged over to sit beside Buck. "Athena was telling me about him."

"What'd she say?" Buck lifted his head up, attempting nonchalance and ultimately failing.

"Wouldn't you like to know." Hen murmured, careful eyes watching him. The rest of the team didn't catch the comment, but surely Buck's awkward cough raised a few eyebrows.

"Uh, not much," Bobby realized, answering Buck's question as he grabbed at one of the sandwiches.
"He worked in New York for a few years, was offered a spot on narcotics, but he turned it down." He took a quick bite out of his meal, shrugging softly. "And now he works patrol here."

"Huh," Chimney leaned back into seat. "I guess he works security detail too." Hen and Eddie chuckled at the joke while Buck grumbled noncommittally.
"I don't get hurt all the time." He muttered into his glass, setting it back down on the tabletop a little to aggressively.

"I'm willing to bet on it." Chimney raised a brow, smirking knowingly. Buck decidedly didn't rise to the bait, instead fixing Chimney with a glare that held no heat behind it.
There was no time for further conversation as the alarm blared immediately after. They all shoved the rest of their sandwiches in their mouths before racing down the loft.

"Guardian angel..." Chimney sang out as his path diverted from Buck, heading toward the ambulance. He narrowly dodged the hand reaching to shove him with a laugh.

-

"Alright, three car collision. A driver rear-ended two vehicles at high speeds." Bobby briefed the group as they neared the crash site.
"I want all of you on triage. Radio in if they're immediate as soon as you can."

Buck hauled himself out of the rig, grabbing a pack. One driver was standing a few yards away, only a few visible scrapes and bruises. Due to him having little medical knowledge in comparison to the other members of his team, he opted for the virtually unscathed victim who was... talking to a familiar police officer.

"I was just sitting at the light, and his engine was loud, man." The driver gestured wildly with his hands as he told the story. "He was definitely going way too fast. Also, my head hurts, can we get that checked out?" He tacked on as an afterthought, hand running down the base of his neck experimentally.

"Yeah," Sam nodded, putting his notepad into his pocket as he began to turn around. "EMS is—Here we go." He nodded in greeting to the nearing firefighter. "Hey, Buck."

"Hey," Buck smiled before immediately turning to face the victim. "Alright I'm gonna shine this light in your eyes, keep your head still for me, alright?"

He squinted at the man's pupils, slowly alternating the pen light between each eye. He cleared his throat, leaning back and putting it in his pocket.
"Your pupil response is good. You could have a small concussion, but the doctors will check you out once we get you out of here." He explained quickly.

"Thanks, man." The victim held out a closed fist. Buck faltered, before ultimately returning the proposed fist bump.

"All set?" Chimney jogged over, grin on his face. Buck ignored it, nodding his head.

"Possible minor concussion, few scrapes." He notified the paramedic, gesturing a gloved hand to the victim.

"Alright, buddy, you want to come with me?" Chimney inquired, holding a hand toward his chest as he tilted his head toward a newly arriving ambulance. The victim merely nodded his head, wincing slightly at the movement, before trudging behind the man.

Buck watched them go, perking up at the sound of steel being torn away from the body of a vehicle. He turned around to face the sound, an ever-nearing car barreling his way. His body froze up, a human response, but very unhelpful in his situation. Hands shoved roughly into his shoulder, hurling himself and another body on top of him. His eyes darted to his savior to reveal Sam Murphy, which earned no surprise reaction.

The officer stayed on top of him in a crouch, a human shield looking to his side to ensure the car had sped off. He placed an experimental hand on Buck's shoulder.

"You good?"

"Y-yeah," Buck nodded dumbly, brain still catching up with the rest of him.

"Alright, I gotta go." Sam muttered, seemingly reluctant as he jumped to his feet.

Buck watched him go, grunting as he pushed himself into a seated position. Sam gave him one last glance before getting into his squad car and pulling out in pursuit of the fleeing perpetrator.

He huffed out a pained sigh as he move to stand, leaning down to grab at his helmet that was knocked off his head in the middle of his rescue.

"Fate!" He heard Chimney shout out.