Ana

translations :

дорогой - sweetheart

Лайка - Laika

(sorry if I got the translations wrong but I tried)

The red room academy, 19**

Your entire body felt stiff and weak, the lights were blinding you as you tried to open your eyes. Gently moving your fingers you realised that you were strapped down onto a medical bed, looking around in a panic, you noticed the blinding lights, the camera in the corner of the room the red sensor blinking red– which meant that it was actively recording you and your movements so you tried to stay still, that way they couldn't see that you were scared. Fear was bad in the red room– fear meant punishment. Fear meant you were weak and sloppy.

You were all alone… there was an IV in your arm, pumping you with some sort of colourful liquid that made you feel weird and sleepy. The room was cold and you couldn't help but shiver slightly. It wasn't the first time they'd injected something into you, but you were never left alone in a room without a guard or someone watching you during those procedures when they'd inject you with something and do different kinds of tests on you…

Then you heard the door unlock, inside walked in the creepy old doctor. You could see that he was smiling despite the medical mask he was wearing. "The procedure went perfectly Лайка, soon you'll be able to return to your living quarters." The doctor said as he undid the straps that were holding you still and pulled out the IV. As you slowly sat up, you noticed a fresh bandage on your thigh.

Whatever they injected into you, made you unable to feel the pain but you knew that soon enough it would wear off and you'd feel the pain and crash. Then a guard appeared in the doorway to walk you back to your living quarters.

To your surprise, you passed by the dorms you shared with Anya and the other girls and the room you were placed in with Agent Tank before Prague happened. They were taking you to a completely different place and different wing of the academy…

Soon the guard unlocked a massive iron door, gesturing for you to go inside. Taking a deep breath you stepped inside, the room was small with a tiny cot, connected bathroom, a small desk with two chairs and a doorway that must've led to another room. The guard shut and locked the door behind you, slowly feeling whatever meds they gave you fade off, you limped towards the small cot. Sitting down you winced, looking at the bandage you couldn't help but frown, what did they do?

Just then you noticed a shadow looming in the bathroom doorway, looking up you saw Agent Tank staring at you blankly. He looked down at your bandaged thigh and sighed quietly before he walked over and sat down on the small cot next to you.

"It's a tracker, so that if you escape or a mission goes wrong…" Tank explained quietly, he didn't need to finish his sentence as you knew what he was trying to imply. If you ever went against their orders– they'd know exactly where to find you. You'd seen it happen with girls before, they would try to escape the academy and then be dragged back by the guards or soldiers.

"Does it hurt a lot?" He asked quietly, looking at you with concern. "A little, I just feel weird after those meds…" You replied, staring down at your thigh. Agent Tank just nodded, standing up and ruffling your hair. "Get some rest, I'll be in the next room if you need me kid." He said with a gentle smile, gesturing to the connected door. Nodding you laid down, wincing slightly when you moved. Before Agent Tank left he adjusted the blankets so that you'd be warm, as the room had no heating, only a tiny window with a cracked frame. Soon it all went dark and you fell asleep exhausted.

You woke up to hear the guards yelling outside your "room" before the door opened and two guards stepped in, one aiming his weapon at you and the other one carrying two trays of food. Sitting up, you held your hands up in a gesture of surrender and also showing that you didn't have anything in your hands.

The guards quickly left, locking the door as they left. Tank appeared in the doorway again, picking up one tray and handing it to you. You couldn't help but wince as you moved your leg to sit up properly. He noticed immediately sighing quietly as he placed the tray of food next to you. "Eat up." He said quietly, staring at your leg. "After that we'll change the bandage." He added with what was supposed to be a comforting smile but came out as more of a grimace.

On the tray you saw a tiny piece of white fish, a small piece of bread and a cup of dark unsweetened tea. It was just enough to keep you alive and fed, but still keep you hungry. You knew what they were doing. Food could be taken away as punishment– you'd seen it happen to other girls many times before when they refused to comply with orders.

After finishing your food, Agent Tank appeared in the doorway he took away the empty tray and cup and placed it next to the door, next to his empty tray. Tank headed into the bathroom and came back with some disinfectant spray and new bandages. Kneeling in front of you, he gently pulled away the blanket that he covered you with earlier. Tank gently undid the bandage and began unwrapping it, as soon as he did you saw the ugly wound that was now stitched up.

You couldn't help but whimper as he pulled away the gauze and gently sprayed the disinfectant onto your wound. It hurt so much– the pain was unbearable. "I know kid, I know. I just need to disinfect it and then we can wrap it up again, it'll be over soon." Tank said softly, watching as your knuckles went white clutching the blanket so tightly.

Silent tears were pouring down your cheeks as you held onto blanket tightly. Upon seeing your pained reaction, Tank quickly placed a fresh piece of gauze onto the wound and tightly wrapped the bandages so that they wouldn't unravel.

"Hey hey it's okay. I got you kid." Tank whispered as he sat down next to you, pulling you into his lap making sure he didn't jostle your injured leg too much. Clinging onto his shirt, you buried your face into his chest silently sobbing. Tank rubbed your back comfortingly, shushing you as he rocked from side to side. "You're gonna be okay kid I promise." Tank whispered into your hair as he kissed your forehead.

This was nothing like the Agent Tank other people had described– they always described him as cold, mean and cruel. The Agent Tank you saw was gentle, soft and caring– he never hurt you. He was nothing like the other girls had described, where he'd force them to train for hours and be cold ignoring their pain and complaints, with you he was just different.

Just then the door began to open and inside stepped Melina. She didn't bat an eye at you sitting in Tank's lap curled up, silently crying. "How do you feel дорогой?" Melina asked as she kneeled down in front of you. "Tank bandaged this up nicely." She said quietly as she looked down at the fresh bandage on your thigh. Tank just rubbed your back as you sniffled, sharing a look with Melina over your head.

"I came here to give you something…" Melina said as she reached for something behind her back, feeling you tense up Tank just shushed you gently. Melina gave you a soft smile as she pulled out a book from behind her back. "I saw how much you liked reading back in Prague when you stayed with me and Agent Tank… so I got you a small gift for being so brave today."

The book was entirely in Russian, it had photos and text inside and it looked pretty interesting. Since being in Prague you hadn't really participated in the lessons in the academy, usually you'd at least join for some classes when you weren't in the so called "medbay", during those classes they taught you how to read, write and stuff like that. Some classes were mandatory– like ballet, self defence and combat training and if you tried to skip, the guards would find you and punish you before dragging you into the room where everyone else was. There were cameras everywhere so it wasn't that hard to find someone…

"Thank you." You whispered quietly as you looked over the book Melina handed you. "How does your leg feel?" Melina asked softly, brushing some hair out of your face. "It hurts and it feels weird and numb." You mumbled while hugging the book to your chest. "She was very brave." Tank muttered softly, glancing down at you with a small smile. "As always." Melina added as she squeezed your knee with a soft smile.

"Get some rest, tomorrow will be a long day." Melina said gently, exchanging another look with Agent Tank. "Why? What happens tomorrow?" You asked curiously, looking up at Tank and then Melina. Agent Tank sighed quietly, glancing at Mel as if silently asking if he should tell you.

"Tomorrow… you'll start training." Tank said quietly, avoiding looking at you. "That's normal, training happens a lot here..." You stared at the both of them confused. "A different kind of training дорогой…" Melinda sighed quietly, looking at you with pity. "What does that mean?" You asked while shifting in Tank's lap to look at the both of them properly, you were starting to feel uneasy, different training? What were they talking about? What did it mean–

"Do you know why you're here лайка?" Melina asked softly, looking at you with pity in her eyes. Shaking your head no, you stared at Mel a small frown forming on your face. "You're here– because they saw potential in you." Tank said avoiding your eyes. "What's that supposed to mean?" Your voice raised slightly in panic, Melina immediately placed her hand over your mouth to silence you so that the guards wouldn't overhear.

"Potential for what…?" You whispered as an uneasy feeling started growing in your chest, staring at Mel as Tank pulled you closer, trying to comfort you. "Potential for a soldier– a super soldier." Tank said hesitantly, staring at your face to judge your reaction. "Like a child soldier?" You shot up from Tank's lap, standing up as you stared at them in shock and horror, ignoring the pain blooming in your leg.

"лайка calm down." Mel reached out to steady you, gripping your shoulders tightly. "I'm not a soldier– I thought all those training things were for self defense or something! I can't be a soldier– this was supposed to be a ballet school!" You raised your voice again, trying to squirm out of Melina's tight grip.

"Kid don't raise your voice, we are trying to help you." Agent Tank said firmly, staring at you. "I can't– I just can't! I don't want to hurt people– I can't! How is that supposed to help me? I don't want to hurt people!" You cried out, staring at Tank and Melina with tears in your eyes.

"You need to trust us and listen to me." Tank said pulling you towards him, ignoring how you were flailing and squirming in his grip. "Listen to me kid–" Tank said firmly, avoiding your fists as you tried to punch him and get away form his tight grip. Agent Tank finally managed to pull you into his arms, holding your arms close so that you couldn't punch him or squirm away from his grip.

"Hey hey none of that." Tank said as he held you close, rocking you from side to side as you cried. "Listen to him лайка." Melina said as she looked at you with pure sadness in her eyes. Agent Tank held you close as he rubbed your back.

"Kid this place isn't just a ballet school, it's a training agency or whatever you'd like to call it… they take orphans off the streets or just abandoned and unwanted kids and turn them into weapons and soldiers." He said quietly, wiping away some tears from your eyes. "I don't want to hurt people– I don't want to!" You cried out again as Agent Tank pulled you even closer, sharing a glance with Mel. "I know kid, I know… Just play along for now– just for a little while. Trust me kid." Tank whispered into your hair.

You never could've guessed they wanted you to hurt people– now the tracker in you made sense. "Is that why they put a tracker in me?" You asked quietly staring at both Melina and Tank.

"Yes, they want to make you into a perfect super soldier– it's why you have the tracker and why they keep on testing you with different medicine and things and so they're sure you won't escape if they send you out alone on a mission." Mel said quietly, Tank just grabbed the abandoned blanket and wrapped it around you tightly.

"So all I have to do is play along for now?" You asked, leaning into Tank. "Exactly. Just for now you need to listen to all their orders and do your best– we'll get you out safe if you play along." Tank said gently.

You always suspected something was off– but you never thought they'd want to make you actually hurt people. Sure the mission in Prague was odd and those weapon classes and self defence lessons but you naively thought that Prague was purely for some intel and they only taught you for self defence if you'd need it…

"Just play along for now, then we can get you out safely and no one will ever have to experience this type of hell again–" Tank said while squeezing your shoulder, pulling you even closer to him. "Get some sleep Лайка, I'll see you tomorrow for training." Melina said while standing up, after placing a soft kiss on your forehead she slipped back out of the room, this was the first time someone had kissed your forehead– it felt weird but also nice. Agent Tank sighed quietly as he lifted you up, grabbing the book Mel gave you earlier and headed towards the bathroom.

"You need to brush your teeth and then bedtime, I'll even read you some of this book before you fall asleep." Tank kept you bundled up in the blanket as he walked into the bathroom, finally setting you down on the ground he grabbed a toothbrush and some toothpaste before handing you both objects. As you started brushing your teeth, Agent Tank leaned on the doorway watching you intently.

When you were in college it seemed like a brilliant idea to get a 'tramp stamp' tattoo with your friends. The conversation came up since your college friends always saw you as a goodie-two shoes perfect student who never partied and to prove them wrong, you agreed to get a tattoo.

It wasn't as painful as you expected and you liked the end result.

Soon after you and your friends began to drift apart as everyone grew up, found their niche and jobs etc. you never got the tattoo removed even after you joined SWAT. You also never told your partners about the tramp stamp…

Until Street suggested going to the beach– all of you. You were slightly hesitant but Street's puppy dog eyes won you over.

Packing up for the beach you heard someone clear their throat behind you. "I hope you are packing a cute bikini." Chris said jokingly as she leaned against the doorway. "I'm not about to be the only one in a bikini." She added with a teasing smirk as she stepped closer and poked your ribs.

"Yes, I'm packing a bikini." You laughed while poking Chris's side back. "Good." Chris smiled as she kissed your cheek and collapsed onto the bed with a groan, stretching out as she stared at you. "You're staring." You said as you packed a few towels, a book, sunscreen and sunglasses into the beach bag. "Mhm. Not my fault you're so pretty." Chris grinned at you, looking you up and down appreciatively.

"Quit flirting and help me round up those idiots Alonso. I'd like to get a tan before new years." You replied, teasingly poking Chris's thigh till she sat up.

The drive to the beach was uneventful and semi-peaceful.

As soon as you got to the beach, Street was jumping out of the car, trying to rush everyone so that you'd all find a nicer spot to leave your stuff at.

Luca insisted on carrying all the heavy things, he shot you a glare when you tried to take something from him to make it easier. You heard Deacon and Hondo snicker quietly at Luca's behavior, shaking their heads in amusement.

After Street found a 'perfect' spot on the beach, you all placed your towels down and started undressing to your swim clothes. As soon as you pulled off your sundress and tossed it onto your beach towel, your partners suddenly went silent, very silent…

"Is that a-" Luca looked shocked as he looked at the tattoo on your lower back. "Damn I didn't know the goodie-two shoes SWAT officer had a tramp stamp." Hondo chuckled as he reached out to trace the lines of your tattoo. "I am not a goodie-two shoes!" You immediately protested, shooting Hondo a playful glare. "Well he's not exactly wrong sweetheart…" Tan grinned, ducking as you tried to smack his arm. "Careful there Vic, this kitty had claws." Deacon smirked teasingly, ignoring your pout.

You woke up in the middle of the night confused, looking around searching for Hondo. Upon noticing the bedroom door that was left ajar and light in the hallway, you realised what happened. Hondo was probably filling out paperwork in the home office. Sighing quietly, you untangled yourself from Chris's and Street's koala bear-like grip before getting up and quietly heading towards the home office where the light was on.

Padding quietly across the hallway, you leaned against the doorframe of the home office, staring at Hondo who was leaned over paperwork with a focused expression on his face.

“You're supposed to be in bed.” You said quietly which made Hondo jump as he looked up. “Jesus darlin’ you scared the hell out of me.” Hondo said as he gestured for you to come closer. Walking closer you sat down sideways on his lap as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“What's got you up so late?” Hondo asked while gently brushing the hair out of your forehead. “Can't sleep and I was missing you.” You replied quietly while leaning against him, in response to your words, Hondo placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head. “I know I’ve been gone a lot sweetheart… work has been driving me nuts recently, so much to do and a crap ton of useless forms and paperwork.” Hondo said quietly as he pushed the paperwork away, that could wait till the morning.

For now what was most important to him– you and your partners who were all asleep in the room across the hall. “I missed you.” You whispered as you buried your face into Hondo’s neck.

“C’mon let’s get you back to bed.” Hondo said as he picked you up as if you weighed nothing, carrying you to bed and climbing in after you. Deacon opened his eyes as he felt the bed shift but he closed them as soon as he saw you and Hondo climbing back under the covers. Deac just pulled you even closer as he pressed a sleepy kiss to your temple.

As soon as you got home, you did as Buck asked and sent a quick text that you made it home in one piece. In response he simply sent back a thumbs up emoji.

Laying in bed you couldn't sleep, maybe it was the nerves before your first day at work or something else.

You didn't want to pay that thought any attention.

You were in LA.

The doors and windows were locked.

The security systems you had installed were working.

You weren't back in that lab— or nowhere near it.

You were safe.

Restlessly tossing and turning, you still couldn't sleep. Just as your eyes began to flutter closed you were awoken by a small buzzing sound coming from the other room. You left your phone charging there and it didn't take a genius to figure out who was calling at this ungodly hour. There was only one person you knew who would call at this hour— Tank. Sighing softly you climbed out of bed to grab your phone, as you answered the video call you saw Agent Tank staring at you, he was sitting in some dark SUV which made him look even scarier than usual.

Tank stayed silent until he saw that you were safely back in your room. "Why did you call at such an hour?" You grumbled as you climbed back into bed, Tank just chuckled as he adjusted the phone so that you could see him better. "I figured you weren't sleeping yet. I know you too well, always so nervous when it comes to new things." He smiled amused.

"You're ridiculous." You huffed annoyed, Tank smiled even wider. "Nope, I'm just doing my job kid. You should try it sometime." Rolling your eyes at his words, you just showed him the middle finger. Tank laughed even harder at your behavior. "Always so grumpy. How did the meet with your new team go?" Tank asked, his tone suddenly serious. "It was fine, wait how do you—" You stared at the phone confused.

"Buck told me. I asked him to keep me updated as I know you'd probably forget." Tank smiled as he looked directly at the camera. "You look like crap. Are you getting enough sleep? Eating enough?" He asked concerned, nodding you hummed softly as you looked around your room. "Kid, humming is not a real answer." He prodded gently, even if the man was thousands of miles away, in a different country or continent, he would always make sure you were okay.

"I've been sleeping and eating enough— I'm just nervous." You mumbled as you stared at the phone, some childish part of you wishing that Tank was here. The man ran hot like a heater and every time something was wrong with you, he'd pull you into his arms and hold you close like you were still a small child, rocking you from side to side as he rubbed your back.

Sometimes you would complain about him squeezing you too tightly but you knew he did it all out of love. In Tank's eyes you'd still be that tiny kid he took to Prague on that first mission. He still remembered how dirty your brand new sneakers had gotten, he also saw the heartbreak on your face as the shoes got dirtier and lost their pretty pink color.

When you were asleep back in the academy after the mission, he took those same sneakers and washed them to get off all the dirt and grime. He never admitted that he was the one who cleaned them, just said that the guards must've done it, but seeing the joy on your face was definitely worth spending all that time cleaning.

"I know you'll rock it tomorrow, I know you will. I'm proud of you kid, I don't say that enough but I truly am." Tank said softly, his tone reassuring. "Listen I gotta go before those muppets destroy the base, but I love you kid and I'm proud of you— we all are." He said with a proud smile before ending the call.

Laying back in bed you stared at the ceiling in silence, you probably weren't going to get much rest as it was already 6 am, and you needed to be at SWAT by 7:30 sharp. After a bit more of thinking, you got up and grabbed some workout clothes, maybe if you got to SWAT early enough you'd be able to get a mini work out in.

When you got to the base and scanned in with your badge, you noticed how empty and deserted the place was. Until you suddenly felt a small tap on your shoulder. Turning around you saw Donovan Rocker smirking at you. "Nice to see you again." Rocker smirked at you as he leaned on a nearby pillar. "What do you want?" You asked as your eyes narrowed slightly. "Jeez what's with the attitude Sugarplum? Slept on the wrong side of the bed again hm?" He asked teasingly as the tension in your shoulders lowered slightly.

"Sorry I'm just stressed–" You finally said with a small exhausted sigh. "Don't be. You'll do great, you worry too much sometimes. Wanna spar? Maybe it'll help take your mind off it." Rocker said with a gentle smile as he nodded towards the boxing ring. "Let's go." You grinned as you unzipped your hoodie and tossed your water bottle next to it onto the floor.

Sparing with Rocker was fun, the man could be very irritating at times but now he somehow seemed different now. The two of you were playfully shit-talking and mocking each other as you managed to knock him down multiple times.

"Damn princess are you always this fiery? Or is this just for me?" Rocker laughed as you knocked him to the ground once again, you couldn't help but roll your eyes. "Oh shut up." You huffed while poking his leg with your shoe. "Wanna go another round old man?" You asked with a teasing smile. "Fine, but it's the last one." Donovan said as he stood up and got into position, glancing at the clock you noticed it was after 7 am which meant that Buck would be here soon enough.

Rocker decided to go all out for the final round. He tried his best to knock you down, but you were much faster on your feet— years of brutal ballet training had actually paid off. You couldn't help but laugh as he tried to knock you down again. In one single move you knocked him down, making Rocker land onto the mat with a loud pained groan.

"Never again. I'm never challenging you to spar again— you fight dirty." He panted as he sat up, upon hearing his words you simply laughed. "I fight dirty? Maybe you're not as good as you think." You grinned mockingly, holding out a hand to help him up. Rocker glared at you as he grabbed your hand, standing up with an overly exaggerated pained groan.

"Damn kid have some mercy on the poor guy." You heard Buck call from nearby, grinning at you. Turning around you saw Buck leaning against a nearby pillar, smiling at you. Stepping out of the boxing ring, you took Buck's hand as he helped you get down from the ring.

Buck grabbed your jacket that you tossed onto the edge of the ring earlier, along with your water bottle. Handing you, your water bottle Buck helped you put on your jacket.

You knew trying to argue with him that you could do it all alone would just end in Buck giving you a lecture about how asking for help wasn't weakness. Behind Buck you saw your new teammates approaching. "Did I just see you toss Rocker onto the mat like it was nothing?" Deacon asked jokingly as he appeared next to Buck.

Deacon/Hondo/Street/Reader where R & Street mess up on a mission and after they get back to HQ or smth like that, their partners (Hondo & Deac) punish them for their behaviour…

Being famous wasn't easy. Paparazzi could be exhausting, following you everywhere you went— not giving you a single moment of peace.

You loved performing and singing ever since you were little and your fans always made it worth it, making edits and fan pages, asking for autographs and selfies.

What no one knew, not even your closest family, was that you were in a happy and committed relationship— with six amazing SWAT officers. You met them on accident at a small bar while you were trying to escape from paparazzi.

While walking into the bar you bumped into Deacon and spilled his beer. Which you immediately offered to pay for a new drink and apologized a million times, Deacon just laughed and said that he didn't mind if a pretty girl spilled his drink and that it's no big deal.

He suggested that you join him and his team since you did look a bit lost. They didn't seem to know who you were or if they did they just didn't show it. They treated you like a human being and not just some stuck up superstar, the team even played darts with you, cheering when you won against Street.

Being around them felt like a breath of fresh air. At the end of the night when the bar closed, they offered you a ride home to your place.

Luckily the hotel you were staying at was nearby so you declined the kind offer, but you insisted on giving them your number in case they wanted to meet up again and play some bar games. You knew it was risky giving out your number like that but they were SWAT officers… the worst that could happen was that they never texted or called.

Days later Hondo called you directly asking you out on a date with the six of them. You had a feeling they might be in a poly relationship due to how well they got along and all the innocent touches that normal teammates probably wouldn't do. Of course you agreed to the date and before you knew it, the seven of you were in a relationship. They never made you feel like the odd one out, since you joined their relationship later on.

When you finally felt ready enough you told them about your famous music career, they burst out giggling and told you that they knew from day one– Luca looked you up in the SWAT database and it all came out. They never treated you differently due to the fame and instead they got even more protective of you.

You were getting ready for your newest and biggest performance, practicing all the dance moves and songs you'd be singing at that concert. Taking a break to drink some water and relax, you saw a text from Chris that simply said.

Chrissy 💋:

Stay safe and good luck on your rehearsals! We love you.

Smiling you texted her back.

You :

Love you all too!!!! Stay safe and go catch those bad guys ;)

After that you put the phone away and got back to rehearsals.

Meanwhile on the other side of town the LAPD had just received a threatening phone call about you– it was a man saying that if you performed tonight, many people would get hurt, including you.

The entire town had been hyped up for your concert and people were fighting for tickets back when the presale first went live, people were making posters and signs too. It was going to be a massive event.

As soon as 20 squad heard those news their hearts dropped to their stomach. Deacon quickly stepped away to call you, but the call went unanswered as your phone was on silent and probably shoved somewhere deep in your bag.

As you were doing one of the dance routines and singing along, you suddenly noticed out of the corner of your eye a strange man approaching. You knew him.

Jeff Davis.

The man who stalked you two years ago and was supposed to be in prison…

You immediately stopped your routine and tried to step backwards away from him. Jeff had made your life hell for years, he'd send creepy "gifts" and call you at random times– show up to places where he knew you'd be.

Your phone was buried somewhere in your rehearsals bag, you had no way of asking for help as the room you were in was at the far end of the

corridor with two exits and Jeff was blocking one of them…

"What are you doing here?" You finally managed to say as you backed away from him. "Just came to visit my girl." Jeff smiled creepily as he stepped closer to you. Thinking quickly you put your hands behind your back and began pressing on the side buttons of your smartwatch.

As soon as you started dating your partners, Deacon taught you some simple self defense moves in the backyard and Street programmed your smartwatch so that when you pressed two side buttons three times, they'd get an SOS alert with your location.

Still backing away from the creepy man, all you could hope was that your partners got the alert.

"All I want is to talk sweetheart, just you and me like it was meant to be." He smiled at you showing his yellow teeth. Just then you heard multiple loud footsteps heading your way.

Before you could sigh in relief that they came, Jeff was grabbing you, pulling you against him and putting something cold to your throat. Just then the door flew open and you saw Tan and Hondo aiming their weapons at the man.

"Let her go man!" Hondo shouted loudly, stepping further into the room. In response Jeff pressed the cold metal further against your skin. "It doesn't have to be this way Jeff." Street yelled as he stepped closer to Hondo. "She's mine! She belongs with me–" Jeff yelled back, pulling you backwards as he glanced back at the exit.

Seeing your moment you pushed Jeff away, pushing him backwards as you ran towards Street who immediately pulled you behind him, still aiming his weapon at Jeff who was being slammed onto his back by Luca and Tan.

"You okay sweetheart?" Chris asked suddenly pulling you into a tight hug, breathing a sigh of relief as she held you close. "I'm- I'm okay." You choked out while burying your face into her neck. Jeff was still yelling about how you belonged to him as Luca pinned him down and Tan handcuffed him. Street then appeared next to you and Chris, exhaling in relief as he saw you safe in Chris's arms.

Soon Jeff was dragged out in handcuffs, your partners all pulled you into a tight hug. Deacon held you for a long time, rubbing your back. "Told you that smartwatch update was worth it." Street grinned as Hondo shot him a glare. "Yeah, I have to agree with Streeter here." Tan said as he pulled you away from Deacon and towards him.

"Is today's performance still on?" Chris asked with a concerned look on her face. "It is, I can't let my fans down. However…" You said with a small smile, Street raised an eyebrow waiting for you to continue. "It would be veeery nice to have a few certain officers as my protection detail backstage." You grinned cheekily as your partners all exchanged glances. "Deal." Deacon immediately said, nodding as he exchanged a look with Hondo. "Backstage access? I'm in." Luca grinned as he squeezed your shoulder playfully.