Bobby Nash and Angelica Brady went way back. He knew her before she knew him, but not in a way that was weird or creepy. She was the light in his life long before he met his late wife, long before his own children came along and took up that role.

He was — aside from one of the best cooks Angelica had ever known, her Uncle Bobby. Not just in name, either. He was her mother's brother - her favourite, should anyone ask.

Uncle Bobby, or Grunkle as Dylan had so wonderfully come up with, was always a presence but never there in person. He was the man behind the phone screen, or behind letters until he wasn't.

Death hits everyone differently, grief works its way through people systems at its own pace - giving way for nothing, not even a fraction of happiness in the first few months.  Sometimes, it's a merry-go-round, and other times it was linear but regardless of how much time has passed, the loss will still be as present as the first day they were taken away.

He was there for her when she lost Nick, and she was going to be there for him, in person, for having to relive through the trauma of tragedy.

"You didn't have to, Angelica." Bobby said, tones hushed and low - as though he were embarrassed by the whole situation.

She waved her hand over her face, as if to wave away his worry, her actions as nonchalant as the tone of her voice.

"I don't have to do a lot of things, Uncle Bobby, but I still do." She paused for a moment, placing two hands atop her hips, head tilting to the side for added effect. "As for your worry of people outside of the firehouse finding out we are vaguely related? Don't worry! No one will suspect a Brady and a Nash to be anything other than names of either famous people, or a famous family."

As she talked, her voice raised an octave or two, a telltale sign that she wasn't entirely sure in herself. Of course, Bobby knew that she was just trying to make him feel better - and it was working, she uprooted her whole life for him, he just wasn't sure it was the right decision.

Not when too many things were now at stake.

"Alright - alright, let's go and introduce you to the team."

With a small nod, as if she was accepting her fate, Angelica placed both hands into her trouser pockets, spinning on the heels of her boots to head into the open planned kitchen. She knew everyone would be sat around the table, eyes glued onto her frame as she walked.

She could deal with that. She'd gone through it twice before, it was going to be a walk in the park for her.

Bobby walked out first, ever the protective uncle, keeping her a close guarded secret until he had all eyes on him. He was a great Captain to the 118, she knew that from the way they all looked up at him from their seats, looking with awe filled eyes, anticipating his next words - and one, in particular, the youngest by far - looked at him with a desire to make the man proud.

The little work family Bobby had created in the absence of his own, well - it melted her heart.

"Hey- Cap, I was wondering—" Hen started, the metal chair legs scraping quite loudly against the wood floor.

Angelica watched as Buck inwardly cringed at the sound, but he didn't say anything, he sat and observed, waiting for his chance to strike.

"If you could take the new recruit for the first few days in the ambulance? Sure." Bobby answered, and finished Hens question without much hesitation.

Chimney raised a brow, knowing that he'd just been kicked from his rather comfortable seat as shotgun passenger princess of the ambulance, but he didn't get to spend much time in the truck, so the change wasn't a horrible thing to deal with.

"I was an army medic, in case you were wondering if I had any experience." Angelica mentioned, taking a seat at the table, opposite Buck.

A few minutes of polite chatter passed by, but Angelica had noticed the lack of words coming from ten youngest firefighter. Evan Buckley was sat in his chair, simply watching, in awe with how easily this new person had just walked into his home and made herself comfortable.

She fit in so well, it was like she was the missing piece, he just hoped he didn't scare her away with him being Buck.

"Evan Buckley, but you prefer Buck."

Angelica's voice cut through the silence that encapsulated the two, bringing Buck out of his train of thought and back to reality.

"Only my parents call me Evan, it makes me feel like I'm a naughty kid who's being chastised for doing something a child would do-"

Angelica made a quick mental note to never call him by his whole name, unless of course, they were in a real, dire emergency, but those are few and far between, even in n their line of work.

"I'm Angelica, and I'll answer to anything even remotely close to it. Brady is easy, if you —" she cut herself off, taking a second to inhale and exhale, casting away her doubts. "I talk when I don't know what to say, which — is backwards, I know."

Buck smiled at that fleeting moment of vulnerability. It showed to him that she was just the same as he was, a human; someone with feelings that sometimes get overwhelming. It was comforting.

"Brady? Buckley and Brady, or Brady and Buckley, which one sounds better?" Buck, with an ever so light and airy tone, asked her with genuine curiosity.

It was as though a blanket had been pulled off of her eyes and she saw Evan Buckley for who he was, just a kid in the world, trying his best to be the best version of himself he could be. Inwardly, Angelica sighed, knowing full well she was about to unofficially gain a second brother in Evan.

Not that Dylan would complain, of course. The more the merrier; he'd always say.

"If you ask Dylan, he'd say Brady and Buckley, but I think we shorten it further and become a B&B... without the people, and having to provide breakfast."

Before Buck could interject his own idea into that, the stations alarm went off and everyone did what they all knew. Unfortunately, Angelica misjudged how powerful her movement was going to be and her chair ended up clattering against the floor as she made her way up and out.

Of course, it wasn't at the forefront of her mind, but she did make a quick mental note to fix it when they all got back.

It was out of instinct that she headed towards the drivers side, but when she noticed Hen already sat in the seat, a brow raised with curiosity, she quickly ran round to the other side and climbed in.

Unable to keep the laughter in, she buckled up her belt with small bursts of airy laughter floating through the air.

"Strange reaction to the alarm, Brady—" Hen teased, as she followed the fire truck to its new destination.

She raised her hands up in feign surrender, finally finding her feet to stop the laughter. Hen shook her head, she too unable to stop little bursts of chuckles, after all - it wasn't every day that a short brunette tried to hop into the drivers seat.

"Welcome to the 118, Angel, I really hope you love it as much as we do."