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Ok so

House MD is a show that exists in the 911 universe, it is referenced in both 911 and lonestar. So does that mean that everyone has accepted the fact the Gwyneth Morgan looks exactly like Lisa Cuddy??

DUTY CALLS / series / 1

pairing : police officer carlos reyes x paramedic tk strand

genre : 911lone star universe, fluff, angst, smut, more to be added

summary : “A glimpse into Carlos and T.K.’s dangerous lives, balancing the chaos of emergency calls with quiet moments. A series.”

warnings : violence, trauma and medical emergencies, mental issues health, substance abuse, natural disasters, homophobia and discrimination, injuries, profanity, frightening and intense scenes, sexual scenes, sweet moments of carlos and tk lol and HOT CARLOS

link to ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/59486755/chapters/151710301

a/n: hi and welcome to a series of daily stuff thats going on in carlos and tk’s lives, like unadded scenes if you prefer, i like to imagine that’s happening on a daily basis, and i absolutely despise that we don’t see them on the field together 99% of the time. hope you enjoy and happy reading!! i’ll be uploading this on my ao3 too, it’s tarlosstape (ik)

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911 Call Dispatcher: “911, what’s your emergency?”

Caller (panicked): “There’s a robbery happening right now! It’s at the corner store on Fifth and Maple. They’ve got guns—oh my God, they’re shooting! People are hurt! I—please hurry!”

The storm outside rages, wind howling through the streets as rain pounds relentlessly on the city of Austin. Lightning flashes, casting brief, eerie shadows over the scene. The police scanner crackles as Officer Carlos Reyes listens closely while gripping the steering wheel of his patrol car. He’s already on his way, lights flashing, sirens blaring, the wet roads slick beneath the tires.

“Shots fired. Multiple injured,” the dispatcher confirms over the radio.

Carlos swerves onto Maple Street, skidding slightly as he pulls up in front of the store. His sharp eyes scan the chaos—shattered windows, civilians crouching behind cars for cover, and two masked gunmen, backing out of the store with bags of cash and weapons in hand. One man already lies bleeding on the sidewalk.

Carlos doesn’t hesitate. He pulls his gun, stepping out of his vehicle and shouting over the storm, “Austin PD! Drop your weapons!” His voice cuts through the thunder and rain, firm and commanding.

The robbers hesitate for a split second, then one makes a run for it, bolting down the street. The other, more reckless, raises his weapon toward Carlos. Without missing a beat, Carlos fires, hitting the man in the shoulder, causing him to drop his gun and crumple to the ground. Carlos sprints forward, kicking the gun aside and cuffing the injured man before calling for backup.

More police vehicles arrive, but Carlos has already started pursuing the second suspect, rain blurring his vision. Just as he rounds a corner, he tackles the man, pinning him to the ground with practiced precision. Sirens wail in the background, backup arriving as Carlos handcuffs the second robber.

Minutes later, as the rain continues to pour, the sound of an ambulance cuts through the storm. T.K., Nancy, and Tommy pull up in their paramedic vehicle, the flashing lights reflecting off the wet streets. The trio quickly exits, medical bags in hand, ready to help the injured.

Carlos, soaked and standing over the now subdued suspects, turns as T.K. strides toward him. For a brief moment, they exchange a glance—a silent nod between them, full of mutual respect and understanding. T.K.’s eyes linger on Carlos just a bit longer, checking in silently, before he gets back to work.

Nancy is already kneeling beside the man on the sidewalk, assessing his gunshot wound, while Tommy coordinates with the other first responders. Despite the storm, they work with practiced efficiency, moving between the injured civilians, checking vitals, and applying pressure to wounds.

As the chaos slowly subsides, Carlos watches the team in action, relieved but focused. T.K. meets his eyes one more time before loading the injured into the ambulance, giving him a small smile despite the tension of the moment. Both know their jobs are far from done.

——————-

An hour later, Carlos stands in the dimly lit Austin police station, dripping from the relentless storm outside. The buzz of fluorescent lights hums overhead, echoing through the busy place as officers hustle between desks, phones ringing and paperwork piling up. Carlos leans against the desk, typing up his report, his soaked uniform sticking to his skin. He wipes a bead of water from his forehead and sighs, exhaustion creeping in.

Just as he finishes entering his statement about the robbery and arrests, a familiar voice calls from behind him. “Reyes,” Detective Ortega steps into view, clipboard in hand, her sharp eyes scanning him. Ortega is seasoned, with graying hair pulled back into a tight bun and a no-nonsense demeanor. She always gets straight to the point.

“Those two you brought in tonight—real pieces of work,” she mutters, sliding into the seat across from him. “We’ve got them booked, but I need you to walk me through what went down. The DA’s gonna want details, and I don’t want any gaps.”

Carlos nods, setting his report aside. “Two suspects—one I managed to detain on the scene, and the other made a run for it, but I caught up to him around the corner. The first guy—took a shot at me. I returned fire, hit him in the shoulder. Called in for backup right after.” He runs a hand through his damp hair. “They both had weapons, and there were multiple injuries inside and outside the store. Paramedics team handled the civilians.”

Ortega studies him for a moment, her expression unreadable, then flips through her clipboard. “Ballsy move, engaging them alone in that storm. You know the risks,” she says, her tone almost reprimanding but softening as she continues. “But good work. The one you shot is being patched up at the hospital under guard. The other one… he’s gonna talk. We’re looking at possible connections to a larger string of robberies.”

Carlos leans forward, crossing his arms. “This wasn’t just a random hit?” he asks, narrowing his eyes.

“Not according to what we’re digging up. The guy you tackled—he’s got priors. Armed robbery, assault. But this particular group? They’ve been linked to a couple of heists in the city’s outer limits. We think tonight was them testing the waters, seeing if they could push into downtown. Your call-in might’ve stopped something bigger.”

Carlos nods, absorbing the information. “Glad we got them off the streets before anyone else got hurt.”

Ortega glances up from her notes, giving him a small but approving smile. “You did good tonight, Reyes. You and that paramedic team. The fact that you can keep your head straight in a situation like that…” She trails off, but Carlos knows the unspoken weight behind her words. She respects his instincts, but she’s always cautious when her officers get too close to danger.

He shifts in his seat, feeling the tension in his shoulders ease a little. “Thanks, Detective. I just want to make sure we stay ahead of this. If these guys have been pulling jobs outside the city, they’re bound to try again.”

Ortega raises an eyebrow. “Which is why I want you in on the follow-up. I need someone on the ground who knows the streets, knows how these guys operate. You up for it?”

Carlos doesn’t hesitate. “Absolutely.”

She scribbles something down on her clipboard, nodding in approval. “Good. Get yourself dried off, and then go home. You’ve earned it. We’ll debrief tomorrow morning.”

Carlos stands, ready to head out, but before he leaves, Ortega stops him with one last remark, her tone lighter. “And, Reyes… check in with that paramedic of yours. He looked at you like he was gonna have a heart attack when he saw you at the scene.”

Carlos feels a flush rise to his face but manages a smirk. “I’ll check in with him,” he replies, his voice carrying a hint of warmth as he walks away, shaking off the adrenaline of the night.

Carlos: Hey baby, you good?

A moment later, T.K.’s reply buzzes back.

T.K.: im fine, but are you? that was intense. just don’t get shot again pls

Carlos wipes his hair with a towel as he finishes typing a message to T.K., leaning against his locker in the station’s changing room. His fingers fly across the screen.

Carlos : Of course, coming home in a bit. Just gotta change out of these soaked clothes.

He tosses his phone on the couch and starts peeling off his wet uniform. The heavy storm outside has left the air thick and damp, even inside the building. He grabs a dry towel from his bag, running it through his hair and over his skin, before pulling on fresh jeans and a t-shirt. As he fastens his belt, he hears his phone buzz again.

T.K.: good, im waiting with hot tea and something hotter :*

Carlos smile got wider, feeling warmth flood through him. After the night he’s had, the thought of being home with T.K., sitting in the dry comfort of their apartment, is the only thing he’s looking forward to. He tosses the towel in the corner, ready to head out.

But just as he’s about to close his locker, his radio crackles to life.

“Reyes, we need you back in the field.” It’s Ortega, her voice sharp over the line. “There’s been another incident at the same location—deeper than we thought. The storm’s making it worse. Backup’s already on the way, but I need you to roll out.”

Carlos’s stomach drops. He glances at his reflection in the mirror, barely able to believe what he’s hearing. He was just there. The scene had been secured, the suspects apprehended, and the injured civilians taken care of. But now, with the storm intensifying, it sounds like the situation has escalated into something far worse.

He reaches for his radio. “Copy that. I’m on my way.”

The rain beats down hard as Carlos arrives at the scene. The corner store, once just the site of a robbery, now looks like a disaster zone. Water floods the streets, pooling up to his ankles as he steps out of the car. Emergency lights flash through the downpour, illuminating the chaos. The wind howls, bending trees and sending debris flying down the street.

Carlos quickly scans the area. A power line has come down across the road, its live wires sparking dangerously close to the rising water. Civilians are trapped inside nearby buildings, unable to leave with the flooding making the streets impassable. Ortega’s already there, barking orders at a group of officers trying to cordon off the area.

“Carlos!” Ortega shouts as she spots him approaching. “We’ve got a mess. That live wire hits the water, and this whole area could turn into a death trap. We’re evacuating the nearby buildings, but we’re running out of time. The rain’s only getting worse.”

Carlos nods, quickly assessing the situation. He watches as emergency responders scramble to move people out of harm’s way, their boots splashing through the rising flood. The power line swings in the wind, just inches above the water now.

“We need to keep the civilians as far from this as possible,” Ortega continues, her voice barely audible over the storm. “I need you to take that side,” she gestures toward a nearby alley where a group of people are huddled under an awning, trapped by the water on both sides.

Carlos doesn’t hesitate. He moves swiftly toward the alley, wading through the water as the rain slashes across his face. The civilians look at him with a mix of fear and desperation, their eyes wide as the storm rages around them.

“Everyone, listen up!” Carlos shouts over the wind. “We’re getting you out of here, but you need to stay calm and follow me.” He motions toward a narrow path that leads away from the main street, where rescue teams are setting up a safer evacuation route.

One by one, he helps the civilians through the flooded alley, guiding them away from the live wires and into the arms of waiting responders. The rain keeps coming, harder now, making it difficult to see more than a few feet ahead. Lightning cracks in the distance, casting brief flashes of light over the darkened city.

As the last of the group makes their way out, Carlos glances back toward the power lines. The water’s rising faster than expected, creeping dangerously close to the sparking wire. He radios in quickly. “Ortega, we need that power cut now. It’s about to hit the water.”

“Working on it,” she responds, tension thick in her voice.

Carlos watches, heart pounding, as the line sways in the wind, just inches from the flood. Minutes pass like hours, but finally, the sparks stop, and the line goes dead.

With the civilians evacuated and the power line neutralized, Carlos allows himself a brief moment to breathe. The rain keeps pounding, but at least, for now, they’ve managed to prevent a disaster.

Hours later, the rain has eased, though the city is still reeling from the storm’s impact. Carlos stands at the edge of the scene, drenched and exhausted, watching as the last of the emergency vehicles pull away. The corner store, now eerily quiet, remains a stark reminder of how quickly things can spiral out of control.

Carlos finally makes it home, the rain still drumming against the streets as he steps inside. He’s soaked to the bone, every inch of his body heavy with exhaustion. The quiet of the apartment is a stark contrast to the chaos of the night, but it feels like a different world as he closes the door behind him, shutting out the storm.

The soft glow of a nearby lamp casts a warm light over the living room. T.K. is asleep on the couch, a blanket half-draped over him. His chest rises and falls gently, completely unaware of Carlos’s entrance. The room is peaceful, but a glance around shows signs of waiting: two plates of food on the table, untouched, and a cup of tea sitting beside one of them, long gone cold.

Carlos feels a wave of warmth, despite the cold and wet clinging to him. He quietly shrugs off his jacket, hanging it on the hook by the door, careful not to wake T.K. The sight of him asleep, clearly having waited up, tugs at something deep inside Carlos—part relief, part gratitude. It’s been a hell of a night, and this is exactly where he needs to be.

He moves to the table, noticing the now-cold dinner that had been thoughtfully prepared for him. He presses his lips together, feeling guilty for being so late without any explanation. Still, the effort T.K. put into making sure he’d come home to something comforting doesn’t go unnoticed.

Carlos walks over to the couch, crouching beside T.K. for a moment, watching him sleep. The tension of the night begins to fade as he just breathes in the calmness of the room.

Gently, he places a hand on T.K.’s arm, not wanting to startle him but knowing he should get him to bed.

T.K. stirs slightly, blinking awake. His eyes flutter open, and it takes him a second to register Carlos kneeling next to him. “Hey…” his voice is groggy, still heavy with sleep, but his brow furrows when he sees how soaked Carlos is. “You’re… completely drenched.”

Carlos gives a tired smile. “Yeah, the storm got a lot worse. I’m so so sorry I’m late.” He gestures to the table. “I see you waited up for me.” He whispers softly, kissing his forehead.

T.K. sits up, rubbing his eyes, glancing toward the cold tea and untouched food. “I wanted to make sure you had something to come home to.” He looks Carlos over again, concern creeping into his voice. “But you look like you just swam here.” He adds worried.

Carlos chuckles softly. “Feels like it.”

T.K. moves, standing up and placing a hand on Carlos’s cheek, the warmth of his touch a welcome contrast to the cold that has been biting at him all night. “Come on,” T.K. says quietly, “Let’s get you out of these wet clothes and into something warm. Don’t worry about the food.”

Carlos nods, his body grateful for the offer. He follows T.K. into the bedroom, where the familiar comfort of home begins to sink in, each step pulling him further from the chaos of the night.

As they enter their bedroom, T.K. helps Carlos out of his wet clothes, carefully peeling off the soaked layers and tossing them into the laundry basket

“You really are drenched,” T.K. comments, running a hand down Carlos’s arm. “You need to get warm. Take a hot shower. Unless you want to catch a cold.”

Carlos smiles, appreciating T.K.’s gentle touch and concern. “A hot shower sounds perfect,” he replies, his voice still heavy with exhaustion. He glances back at T.K., a teasing glint in his eyes.

“You wanna join?” He smiles as he kisses his neck softly.

T.K. shakes his head, stifling a yawn. “I’d love to, but I’m too tired. I’ll just wait for you here.” His eyelids droop slightly, betraying his weariness.

“Okay.” He nods, heading toward the bathroom.

As Carlos steps into the shower, the hot water cascades over him, easing the tension in his muscles. He takes a deep breath, allowing the warmth to wash away the chill from the storm and the stresses of the night. He can hear T.K. moving around in the bedroom, but the sound quickly fades.

After what feels like too long, Carlos finishes up and steps out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist. He can still hear the rain outside but feels a sense of calm settling over him. He takes a moment to look at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, pushing back the fatigue and ensuring he’s presentable for T.K.

Once dressed in a pair of comfortable sweats and a soft t-shirt, Carlos heads back into the bedroom. He usually just wears boxers, but he feels he should be warmer tonight. The dim light casts a soft glow over the room, and he sees T.K. sitting on the edge of the bed, head tilted back against the wall, eyes barely open.

“Hey,” Carlos says softly, a smile creeping onto his lips at the sight of T.K. trying to fight off sleep.

T.K. stirs at the sound of Carlos’s voice, blinking a few times before forcing a smile. “It’s 1am. we should be up at 9am maximum.”

Carlos chuckles softly, gently nudging T.K.’s knee with his own. “Fuck, I know.” He sighs and wraps his arms around TK, closing his eyes, TK does the same.

“I’m so sorry we barely have time with each other, sometimes I wish I had a boring job.” Carlos adds, kissing his head.

“Don’t worry.” TK whispers as he lets his head fall on Carlos’ shoulder.

“Everyday is the same, we wake up, go to our jobs, maybe if we’re lucky we have the same case on that day, then see each other at night where we don’t even have time to eat.”

With a sigh, TK replies in whisper “Carlos I’m too sleepy to reply to that.”

Carlos chuckles. “I hate you.”

“I love you.”

“Yeah, me too.”

——————

a/n: hope you enjoyed ! chapter 2 is already posted!

wc: 3k

DUTY CALLS / series / 2

pairing : police officer carlos reyes x paramedic tk strand

genre : 911lone star universe, fluff, angst, smut, more to be added

summary : “A glimpse into Carlos and T.K.’s dangerous lives, balancing the chaos of emergency calls with quiet moments. A series.”

warnings : violence, trauma and medical emergencies, mental issues health, substance abuse, natural disasters, homophobia and discrimination, injuries, profanity, frightening and intense scenes, sexual scenes, sweet moments of carlos and tk lol and HOT CARLOS

ao3 :

Carlos walked into the precinct.

He felt a renewed sense of purpose after last night’s events, knowing they were onto something bigger. He headed straight for Detective Ortega’s office, pushing the door open to find her hunched over a desk piled high with case files.

“Morning, Reyes,” she said, looking up with a tired but determined expression. “You’re just in time. We’ve got some leads on that robbery group.”

“Let’s hear it,” Carlos replied, taking a seat across from her.

Ortega pulled up a digital map on her computer. “As we discussed, the guy you tackled has a history. But he’s part of a larger crew that’s been operating in the outer limits of the city. We think they’re trying to expand their territory. The robbery last night was likely a test run.”

Carlos leaned in, studying the map closely. “So they’re using smaller jobs to gauge security responses? That’s smart, but dangerous.”

“Exactly. We can’t let them establish a foothold in downtown. I’ve got officers on the lookout, but we need to be proactive. I want to gather more intel on their previous hits.”

“What do you need me to do?” Carlos asked, eager to jump in.

“We have a witness from last night who saw something unusual right before the robbery. I want you to go talk to her. She lives a few blocks from the store. Maybe she saw something that can help us link the suspects to the other heists,” Ortega instructed, pulling up the witness’s address on the screen.

“Got it. I’ll head there now,” Carlos said, standing up. “Anything else I should know?”

“Just be careful. If this crew is as organized as we think, they might be keeping an eye on anyone getting too close,” Ortega warned.

Carlos nodded, the weight of the situation settling on him. “I’ll keep my head on a swivel.”

He left the precinct and hopped into his patrol car, flipping on the sirens as he merged onto the busy streets. The sun was shining brightly, a stark contrast to the chaos of the previous night. But Carlos felt the tension in the air; the city was still on edge.

After a short drive, he arrived at the witness’s home. The building looked modest, with flower pots lining the entrance. Carlos stepped out of the car, approaching the door and knocking firmly. Moments later, a woman in her forties opened the door, her eyes widening in surprise.

“Officer Reyes, Austin PD. Can I ask you a few questions about the robbery you witnessed last night?” he said, maintaining a professional demeanor.

“Of course, come in,” she said, stepping aside to let him enter.

The inside was cozy, with family photos adorning the walls. Carlos took a seat at the kitchen table, pulling out his notepad.

“Thank you for speaking with me,” he began. “Can you tell me what you saw before the robbery happened?”

The woman nodded, visibly shaken as she recalled the events. “I was watering my plants when I heard the commotion. I saw two men by the store, but they didn’t seem to be acting like they were shopping. They were looking around, almost like they were scouting the place.”

“Did you notice anything else? Any cars nearby, or anyone else with them?” Carlos asked, leaning in.

“Actually, yes,” she replied, her brow furrowing in concentration. “There was a dark sedan parked a bit down the street. It didn’t have its lights on, and it was just sitting there. I thought it was odd.”

“Did you see anyone in the car?” Carlos pressed.

“No, I didn’t get a good look. But I did notice it driving away just as the shooting started,” she said, her voice shaking slightly.

“Thank you. That’s really helpful,” Carlos said, jotting down notes. “Do you remember anything about the car? Color, model?”

“It was dark, maybe black or navy. That’s all I can say. I was too busy trying to get my kids inside to pay attention,” she said, her eyes reflecting the anxiety of that night.

Carlos nodded, understanding the fear she must have felt. “You did the right thing by calling us. If you think of anything else, please let us know. Here’s my card.” He handed her his business card before standing up. “Stay safe.”

“I will. Thank you, Officer,” she said, her gratitude evident.

Carlos returned to his patrol car, the weight of the new information settling in. He quickly radioed Ortega with his findings.

“Ortega, I’m on my way back. The witness mentioned a dark sedan parked nearby before the robbery. She saw it drive away just as the shooting started,” he relayed, keeping his voice steady.

“Good work, Reyes. That could be the lead we need. Let’s meet back at the precinct to dig into the vehicle’s registration,” Ortega replied, her tone sharp with focus.

“On it,” Carlos responded, pulling away from the curb and heading back to the station.

Upon arriving at the precinct, he walked straight to Ortega’s office. “I’m back,” he announced, seeing her already going through files.

As they dug deeper into the case, pulling up footage and running license plates, the tension in the precinct began to build. Carlos felt a sense of urgency; they were getting closer to uncovering the bigger picture, and he could sense the storm of chaos brewing just beneath the surface.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows through the precinct, Detective Ortega called for a meeting to discuss the case. Carlos entered the conference room, where he found her reviewing documents with a young officer he hadn’t met before.

“Reyes, good timing,” Ortega said, gesturing for him to join them. “This is Austin. He just transferred here from New York and will be working with us on the robbery case.” Carlos can’t help but think about his man when he hears New York.

Carlos extended his hand, a friendly smile on his face. “Nice to meet you, Austin. Welcome to Austin.” He chuckled lightly, enjoying the play on words.

Austin grinned back, a hint of admiration in his eyes. “Thanks! It’s great to be here. And yeah, I get that a lot. Born and raised in New York, but I figured it was time for a change.”

“So, what brought you to Austin?” Carlos asked, genuinely curious.

“Honestly? The food, the music, and the warmer weather. But I also wanted to be part of a team that makes a difference,” Austin replied, his enthusiasm palpable.

Ortega cleared her throat, redirecting their focus. “Austin will be helping with the investigation, but I want you two to work closely together. Carlos, you’ll show him the ropes.”

Carlos hesitated, glancing at Austin, who was watching him closely. “Actually.” He does a poker face. “I was hoping to continue working directly with you, Detective. I think we’ve got some good momentum going.”

Ortega raised an eyebrow. “Carlos, Austin needs guidance, and I believe you two could make a strong team.”

Carlos shook his head, maintaining his stance. “I appreciate the confidence, but I’m more comfortable working with you. We’re close to cracking this case, and I don’t want to lose focus.”

Austin noticed the slight tension and stepped in, trying to ease the situation. “I’m happy to learn from you, Carlos. Just let me know how I can help.”

Ortega sighed, glancing between the two men. “All right, we’ll play it your way for now. Carlos, you can work with me, but I expect you to keep Austin in the loop on any developments.”

“Of course,” Carlos said, feeling a wave of relief.

“Thanks, Carlos. I appreciate it,” Austin said, his smile warm but tinged with a hint of disappointment. This guy doesn’t know how to be discreet.

As the meeting wrapped up, Carlos exchanged pleasantries with Austin but felt an unfamiliar energy in the air. He could sense that Austin was interested in him beyond just professional camaraderie, but he brushed it off, not wanting to overthink it. Does he look that gay? That boys would hit on him eventually?

As Carlos and Austin stepped out of the precinct, the air was thick with humidity, remnants of the earlier storm hanging in the atmosphere. The city seemed to buzz with energy, a stark contrast to the quiet focus of their investigative work inside the station.

Carlos climbed into his patrol car, with Austin sliding into the passenger seat beside him. “What’s the lead?” Austin asked, glancing at the screen on the dashboard.

“Dispatch received a report of a suspicious vehicle parked a few blocks from the robbery site. Described as a black sedan, possibly a late model,” Carlos replied, shifting into gear. “We need to check it out and see if it matches the description.”

Austin nodded, his enthusiasm palpable. “Let’s do it. I’ve got your back.”

They drove through the streets, the familiar sights of Austin passing by. Carlos kept his focus on the road while also observing Austin’s reactions as they discussed their theory about the getaway car.

“So, what do you think? If it’s the same car, do you think we’ll find any evidence linking it to the robbery?” Austin asked, his eyes sharp with interest.

“It’s possible. We need to see if it’s still there and check for any security cameras nearby that might have caught it leaving the scene,” Carlos responded. “Just remember, if we approach the vehicle and it’s occupied, we’ll need to call for backup.”

“Understood,” Austin replied, his voice steady. “I’ll follow your lead.”

They arrived at the location where the suspicious vehicle was reported. A black sedan was parked along the curb, seemingly abandoned, with rainwater pooling in the nearby gutter. Carlos parked and turned to Austin. “Let’s take a look.”

As they stepped out of the car, the sound of distant traffic and a slight breeze filled the air. Carlos approached the sedan cautiously, Austin following closely behind. They moved around the vehicle, inspecting the tires and any potential signs of recent activity.

“Look at the back seat,” Austin pointed out, motioning to a crumpled bag partially visible through the window. “Should we check it out?”

“Let’s make sure it’s clear first,” Carlos said, pulling out his radio. “Dispatch, this is Officer Reyes. We’re at the location of a suspicious vehicle, a black sedan. Requesting backup for a possible investigation.”

“Backup is on the way,” the dispatcher replied. “Proceed with caution.”

As they waited, Carlos peered inside the car through the windows. “Looks like there’s something in the back seat,” he muttered. “Let’s get a closer look.”

Austin nodded, eyes scanning the area for any signs of movement. “I’ll keep watch.”

With a nod of agreement, Carlos carefully opened the back door. The smell of damp upholstery hit him as he leaned inside, pulling the bag free. It was heavy, and as he unzipped it, his heart raced. Inside were stacks of cash and a couple of ski masks.

“Bingo,” Carlos said, straightening up and holding the bag out for Austin to see. “This might just be our evidence.”

Just then, the sound of sirens approached in the distance, and Carlos felt a rush of adrenaline. He quickly shoved the bag back into the car and closed the door. “Backup is here. Let’s not stick around.”

As the squad cars pulled up, Carlos felt a wave of relief wash over him. Officers jumped out, ready to assist. Carlos approached them, directing them toward the black sedan. “We’ve got a possible link to the robbery. Cash and masks were in the back seat.”

“Let’s secure the area,” one of the officers said, moving to block off the street while others began to gather evidence.

Austin watched, excitement palpable in his expression. “This is it, Carlos. We’re making progress!”

Carlos couldn’t help but smile at Austin’s enthusiasm. “Yeah, let’s keep this momentum going.”

They worked alongside their fellow officers, collecting evidence and documenting the scene. As the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the streets, Carlos felt a sense of satisfaction. They were on the right track, and the thrill of the chase energized him.

“Once we get everything documented, we’ll head back to the precinct,” Carlos said, looking over at Austin. “We can go through the evidence and start connecting the dots.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Austin replied, his eyes shining with determination. “I’m ready to dive into it.”

After a thorough search of the sedan and securing the evidence, they packed up and headed back to the precinct, the air buzzing with a sense of accomplishment. As they drove, Carlos glanced at Austin, who was looking out the window, a thoughtful expression on his face.

“You know, I appreciate your help today,” Carlos said, breaking the silence. “You’ve got a good instinct for this.”

Austin turned to him, a grin spreading across his face. “Thanks! I’ve always wanted to work on a case like this. It’s exciting.” Carlos thought he should’ve just shut up.

“Just remember, we need to stay focused on the job,” Carlos reminded him, keeping his tone serious.

“Of course. I’m all about getting the job done,” Austin replied, his sincerity evident.

As they arrived back at the precinct, the weight of the day began to settle in, and Carlos felt the familiar pull of fatigue. But with the adrenaline still coursing through him, he was ready to tackle the next phase of the investigation, but had an hour off, so he texted T.K instead.

Carlos: Hey baby, are you at the station? I wanna come by.

Carlos waited for 5 minutes and then he got a text back.

T.K: nope, stuck in the car, we’regoing to some building that got blown up.

Carlos sighs and goes to the vending machine.

“H-Hey aren’t you supposed to be in a break?” Austin called from

the other side of the room.

“How’d you know?” Carlos raised an eyebrow and started opening some takis.

“I-“ Carlos knew how he knew that. He searched his schedule. God he hopes he won’t make problems.

“I just don’t have anything to do, I’ll continue with the case, we’re very close.” The brunette goes to detective Ortega’s office.

“Anything on the prints we lifted from the sedan?” Carlos asked as he joined.

“They matched a known associate of Taylor’s—a guy named Marcus Grant. He’s been in and out of prison for petty crimes but has never been caught for anything this serious.”

“That’s our link,” Carlos said, his mind racing. “If we can find Taylor and Grant together, we might be able to take down this operation before they strike again.”

Ortega nodded, pulling up a photo of Marcus on her tablet. “We’ve got a known address for him. Let’s head there and see if we can catch them in the act.”

The trio quickly gathered their gear and piled into Carlos’s patrol car, tension mingling with excitement. As they drove, Carlos couldn’t shake the feeling that they were on the cusp of something big.

“Do you think Taylor will be there?” Austin asked, glancing at Carlos.

“He might be. They were likely working together during the robbery,” Carlos replied, his grip tightening on the steering wheel.

When they arrived at the location, they parked a safe distance away and surveyed the area. It was a run-down warehouse, the kind that often hosted illicit activities.

“Let’s go in quietly,” Ortega instructed. “We’ll split up to cover more ground.”

Carlos and Austin moved around the side, while Ortega took the front entrance. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation as they crept closer to the warehouse. Carlos could feel his heart racing, adrenaline coursing through his veins.

Suddenly, a loud crash came from within the building. “Did you hear that?” Austin whispered, wide-eyed.

“Yeah. Let’s move,” Carlos replied, signaling for Austin to follow him.

They pushed open a side door, and as they entered, they found themselves in a dimly lit room filled with stacks of boxes. The smell of stale air and dust was suffocating.

“Stay low,” Carlos instructed, creeping forward. They moved cautiously through the maze of boxes, searching for any sign of Taylor or Grant.

As they turned a corner, they stumbled upon a small group of men, one of whom was James Taylor. He was loading bags filled with stolen goods into the back of a van. Carlos signaled to Austin to stay back and quietly called for backup on his radio.

“Detective Ortega, we’ve located Taylor,” he whispered into the radio. “We’re ready to move in.”

“Copy that. I’m coming around,” Ortega replied, her voice low but steady.

Carlos and Austin took positions behind some crates, watching as Taylor and the others moved with urgency. The tension in the air was palpable.

“Are we going to arrest them?” Austin asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Just wait for Ortega. We need to do this by the book,” Carlos replied, keeping his eyes fixed on Taylor.

Moments later, they heard the sound of footsteps approaching. Ortega appeared, signaling for them to move in. With a deep breath, Carlos led the charge, stepping out from behind the crates.

“Austin Police! Hands up!” he shouted, his voice echoing through the warehouse.

The men froze, surprise etched across their faces. Taylor and his accomplices quickly dropped the bags, raising their hands.

“Back away from the van!” Ortega commanded, moving forward with authority. Carlos and Austin flanked her, ensuring that the suspects didn’t make a run for it.

As they cuffed Taylor and the others, a sense of relief washed over Carlos. They had caught them in the act, and the stolen goods would provide crucial evidence.

“Nice work,” Ortega said as she secured the suspects. “Let’s get them processed and see what else we can uncover.”

After taking the suspects back to the precinct, Carlos and Austin helped gather statements and sort through the evidence collected from the van. As they worked, Carlos felt a sense of camaraderie growing between him and Austin.

“You did good today,” Carlos said, handing Austin a folder. “Thanks for your help.”

“Anytime! I’m just glad we caught them,” Austin replied, grinning.

As they wrapped up, Detective Ortega approached Carlos. “We should get the press involved; this will make headlines. Great job today, Carlos. You really brought this case together.”

“Thanks, Detective,” Carlos replied, his chest swelling with pride.

———

“T.K.?” Carlos called out, setting his bag down and looking around. The living room was empty, and the kitchen was quiet. He checked the clock; it was already past nine.

Carlos pulled out his phone, glancing at it to see if he missed any messages. Nothing. A slight frown crossed his face. T.K. usually told him when he’d be running late or had plans.

After a moment of indecision, Carlos sat down and picked at the food that was on the counter, his mind drifting back to the day’s events. He thought about Austin’s attention and the way he’d looked at him. He didn’t like that, obviously.

As he finished his meal, Carlos stood up and decided to give T.K. a call. He dialed his number and waited, but it went straight to voicemail. “Hey, it’s me. Just checking in. I got home, and you weren’t here. Hope everything’s okay. Call me when you can.”

He hung up, a knot of worry forming in his stomach. While T.K. had his own life and obligations, Carlos couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right. With a deep breath, he decided to focus on the case and try to push the unease aside.

Hours later, still anxiously waiting for T.K. to return, Carlos picked up his notebook and began writing what he did today with the case. He needed to keep his mind occupied, but he found himself distracted. The evening felt longer than usual, and the absence of T.K. lingered in the air.

Finally, Carlos closed his notebook and wandered over to the couch, sinking into its cushions. He pulled out his phone again, scrolling through social media to pass the time. Just then, he heard the familiar sound of keys rattling at the door.

Carlos shot up, relief flooding through him as T.K. walked in, looking a bit disheveled but smiling at the sight of Carlos. “Hey! Sorry, I didn’t text you. We had a big call, and it ran late.”

“Everything okay?” Carlos asked, concern creeping into his voice.

“Yeah, but 2 fires in this evening. No serious injuries, thankfully,” T.K. replied, stepping closer and dropping his bag on the floor.

“Good,” Carlos said, feeling the weight lift slightly. “I was worried when you weren’t home.”

T.K. reached out, wrapping an arm around Carlos’s shoulders. “I didn’t mean to worry you. I should’ve called. I just got caught up.”

Carlos nodded, feeling comforted by T.K.’s presence. “Dinner’s on the table if you’re hungry. It’s cold now, but it’s still good.”

“Perfect! I’m starving,” T.K. said, moving toward the kitchen. Carlos watched him, feeling grateful to have him back. Even after a long day, moments like this reminded him what was truly important.

As T.K. moved toward the kitchen, Carlos felt a familiar warmth spreading through him. He couldn’t help but smile at how T.K. could effortlessly shift the mood from tense to comforting with just his presence. He followed T.K. into the kitchen, where he watched him plate up the leftover food.

“Thanks for waiting for me,” T.K. said, glancing over his shoulder with a grateful smile.

“Of course. I wasn’t going to let it go to waste,” Carlos replied, leaning against the counter. “I figured you’d want a home-cooked meal after a long day.”

T.K. chuckled softly, the sound easing the last remnants of worry from Carlos’s mind. “You know me too well. I owe you one for this.”

“You owe me a few, actually,” Carlos teased, nudging T.K. lightly with his elbow. “But I’m willing to let it slide this time.”

They settled down at the small dining table, T.K. digging into the food as Carlos watched him, an affectionate smile lingering on his face. T.K. had a way of making even the most mundane moments feel special, and Carlos cherished that about him.

“How was your day?” T.K. asked between bites, looking genuinely interested.

Carlos hesitated for a moment, debating whether to share his thoughts about Officer Austin. “It was busy, mostly. I finished the case, thank God. And I met the new officer, Austin. He’s just transferred from New York.”

T.K. raised an eyebrow, setting his fork down. “What’s he like?”

“He seems nice enough,” Carlos replied cautiously. “A little too eager to impress, maybe. Detective Ortega wanted us to work together on the robbery case, but I told her I prefer working with her .”

“So he’s too nice.” T.K adds.

Carlos felt his cheeks flush, a mix of embarrassment and irritation. “No, it’s not like that. He’s just… friendly. But I’m not looking to complicate things, especially with everything going on right now.”

T.K. leaned back in his chair, studying Carlos with an amused expression. “Hey, you don’t have to defend yourself. If he’s hitting on you, just say the word, and I’ll have a little chat with him.”

Carlos chuckled, shaking his head. “I’m serious! It’s not like that at all. He’s just trying to get settled in.”

T.K. smirked, clearly enjoying the banter. “Right, right. Just don’t let him charm you too much. I’d hate to have to compete with someone named after the city we live in.”

Carlos rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t help the smile tugging at his lips. “You’ve got nothing to worry about. I’m all yours.”

T.K. leaned across the table, his expression softening. “I know that. Just checking in. You mean a lot to me, you know?”

The sincerity in T.K.’s voice made Carlos’s heart swell. “You mean a lot to me too.”

After dinner, they moved to the couch, settling in for a night of relaxation.

Carlos thought maybe T.K wanted to do something, but he let that go, he saw how tired he was, but he wanted the best for his man, after all.

Carlos turned on the TV, finding a show they both enjoyed.

Halfway through an episode, Carlos glanced at T.K., who had his eyes glued to the screen. As Carlos tried to kiss T.K, he got intrerrupted “You know, I was thinking about how much has been happening lately. With the cases and everything, it feels like it’s only going to get busier.”

“Yeah, it has been intense,” Carloss. agreed, nodding. “But we’ll get through it together, right? Just like always.”

“Exactly,” T.K replied, feeling reassured. “I just want us to stay focused and keep each other in the loop. I don’t want anything to come between us.”

Carlos reached over and squeezed T.K’s hand, his thumb brushing gently over his knuckles. “Nothing will come between us. We’re a team, and I’m not going anywhere.”

Carlos grabbed T.K’s neck to press a long kiss on his soft lips, as usual, the boy kissed back immediately.

“Come here.” Carlos tapped on his lap and T.K sat comfortably there, wrapping his arms around him.

“Aren’t you tired?” He adds

“For you, never.” Carlos smiles as he deepens the kiss and moves T.K as they grind between the jeans, creating a hell of a friction.

“Mhm.” T.K whispers and Carlos started sucking on his neck, sliding his large hand in the waistband of his boxers.

He does long, slow strokes on his husband’s cock, listening to his whisper-like moans. He continues like that for a moment, but he knew he was too much of a tease. “Can you go faster.” T.K adds quickly.

“Of course baby.” Carlos listens and does, picking up his pace as he pleasures his man, for him this is better than anything else. He presses on his tip to tease him and T.K whines, making Carlos chuckle. He kept his pace with faster strokes and bites on the neck, here and there.

“Don’t leave marks.” T.K says breathlessly. Carlos kisses every part of his husband’s face with soft, long pecks, and as he does that, T.K starts griding again, making Carlos groan.

“This was supposed to be for you, my love.” Carlos goes even faster.

“I-“ He’s cut out by a moan. “Selfish ass.” Short breathy moans escape his red lips from the kissing before, Carlos could get off just by hearing him.

“I’m gonna come.” He whines and hides his face in Carlos’ crook of the neck, not stopping his humping.

“Go on baby.” Carlos breath hitches.

“Fuck.” He says as he lets go, moving his sight to Carlos’ eyes, and then to his fingers, that he licks right after.

“And there goes the dessert.” He chuckles.

“You’re so fucking hot. I can’t believe you’re mine.” He starts kissing him, as he continues to grind.

“Only yours- “ he wants to continue his phrase but T.K get’s off him and goes down on his knees, quickly unbuckling the belt, he takes Carlos now hard as rock dick into his mouth without hesitation.

“Fuck T.K.” He moans as he lets his head fall back on the couch pillow, placing his fingers between his strands of hair, sometimes pulling a bit too hard.

One time T.K told Carlos he will lose all of his hair if he continues to do so, and he cares about his hair just as much as his dad.

T.K. is now giving little licks, teasing him, they always tease each other. Before Carlos, T.K. hated giving blowjobs, now that’s his favorite thing to do. His tongue flicks across the sensitive head, then he allows his tongue to lick a stripe across the underside of his husband’s dick, he takes him all again, Carlos doesn’t thrust, he actually never does, he let’s his man do what he does best, but bites down on his lip when he feels his cock hit the back of T.K throat.

Suddenly he hears Carlos’ big moan and swallows him up immediately, licking every inch of his dick that may have some cum left.

Carlos just breaths heavily, patting his side as he waits for T.K to sit beside him. He grips his face and kisses him hard, as if it’s his last kiss.

“ I love you” kiss. “I love you.” kiss.

“Te amo tanto mi amor.” T.K replies and sees the smile on his husband’s face grow even bigger.

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a/n : hope you enjoyed! if you did leave a comment or like this pls! <3 more interesting stuff is coming!

wc: 4,7k

TK, standing with his back turned: I’ve been expecting you, Carlos.

Carlos: How did you do that without turning around?

TK: ... To be perfectly honest, the first couple of people I did that to were not you.