Station 19

Previously on "Station 19"...

Dad, what are you doing here?

- Working reception. - Why?

If people find out, then my dad'll find out.

Seth died.

I want to take her out on a date.

This is my race, not yours.

Not everything is about you.

I recognize him from my patrols.

He lives on the street. I can keep an eye on him.

I just wanted to say I'm not the kid next door anymore.

Couldn't sleep without getting that off my chest.

Have you ever grabbed a doorknob

or gone to push an elevator button and you get shocked?

Hey, hon.

It's usually just a little zap, nothing big.

Nothing to worry about.

I stopped by in between meetings to surprise you,

and you're not here.

Oh, I had cabin fever,

just sitting around growing human life all day.

Plus, all the power outages are driving me nuts.

Just be careful, please. No freeways.

I can still race Vin Diesel for pink slips, right?

No. We can't risk losing the minivan.

You know, technically, I'm not on bed rest.

The doctor just said, "Take it easy."

Then take it easy.

Electrical currents are all over the place...

Great. Now they fix the power.

Safely encased in rubber and hidden out of reach,

but they're there.

They're always there.

Hm.

Guess there's one perk to your newly chosen profession.

It's what happens when you stop carrying a scalpel

and start carrying a 50-pound hose pack

up 10 flights of stairs.

By myself.

In the dark.

Okay, don't try to impress me

with your stamina, Benjamin Warren.

Are you forgetting how many hours it takes

to resect a malignant meningioma?

Which I did yesterday.

On a step stool.

Well, uh, I kicked down a door.

With a dead bolt.

I tied off a bleeder with only two knots.

I pulled four victims out of an accident.

I puled four clots out of a femoral artery.

I stepped off the roof of a building

maybe a full 10 seconds...

before the whole...

damn thing...

collapsed.

I love you.

I love that you love what you're doing,

but maybe let's not talk so much about the danger part.

Or the job part. For now.

So, even if you feel good and you feel safe...

Maybe let's just stop talking.

You never know, do you?

If today's the day you might wind up...

with a shock to your system?

What are you doing here so early?

Or just, what are you doing here?

Uh, bad news.

Your incident report was accidentally destroyed.

So I sort of kind of have to do another walk-through

of your place.

Sure.

So, how have you been... with... everything?

You know, moving forward, moving on.

- Moving on? - Mm-hmm.

Yeah. Meaning?

You are so obvious.

You totally made up this whole incident-report thing

- to come over here and ask me out. - No.

Oh, so you don't want to ask me out.

- Uh, that's not what I meant. - So you do?

I feel like any answer I give is the wrong answer suddenly.

You know, this could be construed as extremely unprofessional.

You might have to convince me not to file an official complaint.

Okay, let's be clear. I-I-I-I...

Over Thai food.

Tonight.

And a bottle of red wine.

Oh.

Oh.

Okay.

"Okay"?

Okay.

It's been 48 hours. Not a word.

Now your dad's calling us in early to "talk"?

Yeah, well, he's mad.

He goes quiet when he's mad.

A lot like you.

You're the one who ended things.

- Not much else to say. - Really?

When you're the one who called things a waste of time?

You're both adults.

You can technically do what you want,

but it disturbs me that you never considered

the consequences of your actions,

what it would mean, not just to me, but to the station.

If I had known about the two of you,

I would've never put you both up for the captain position.

You're trying to lead this station.

This team puts their trust in you blindly.

You don't deserve their trust if you can't be honest with them.

You need to come clean with them about your...

whatever it is.

Immediately. Yourselves. Or I will do it for you.

Dad, it's not happening anymore.

You walked in on us deciding to call it off, so...

So, what?

You want to pretend there was nothing going on?

You're the two who are fighting to captain this place.

What do you think?

Is that how you want to lead this station, on a lie?

Aid Car 19.

Response, medical.

- Assist police. - Oh.

- I didn't realize you were... - Me either.

I figured I'd jump on the raid,

get out of the station for a while.

But I can switch with Trav or Dean.

You don't have to do that. I can switch.

No, no, no. Don't be silly.

So you and I are together today.

Then I guess we should go.

Yeah.

So, hold on. Herrera and Bishop are on a stakeout.

Like a... Like a stakeout-stakeout?

It's standard procedure if cops are planning a bust

where somebody could get hurt.

It's pretty routine. Happens like once a month.

- Roll call, everybody. - I want to go on a stakeout.

- Same. - Mnh-mnh. Nope. No, you don't.

It takes hours of just sitting there doing nothing.

Until something awesome happens and a swarm of good guys run in,

yells at some bad guys,

and then somebody busts through a giant glass window on a rope.

Yeah, you know, I'm sure it goes down just like that.

Guys, come on. Let's get going.

Stakeouts so nobody will bring up the fact

that he went to JJ's house this morning.

- What?! - You didn't want to lead with that?

Guys!

Roll call.

I think today's a good time for inventory

and routine maintenance checks.

Every tool, every hose.

Jack, what happened to doing things on our own schedule?

That's a very good question, Travis.

Maybe Gibson is rethinking his approach

of doing whatever he wants whenever he wants.

Warren, you're on hoses.

Montgomery, check the rigs.

Hughes and Miller, tool maintenance.

And for me today, Gibson?

Well, you're at reception, sir.

Same as always.

Very good.

Chore time. Let's see that hustle.

Let's go.

You're late.

- Hey, Bishop. - Tanner.

Come on. Briefing's already started.

We've staked out a warehouse a few blocks from here.

The target, who we've code-named the Big Boss,

is a drug trafficker.

He and his crew will arrive soon

and make a buy from our undercovers.

We move in, and local PD makes the arrest.

Questions? Good.

Everyone be on their radios and be ready to move.

The important thing is to stay here

until we give you the green light to move in.

These guys are dangerous, so do not move in until you hear from us.

Dangerous? Dangerous how?

Like, could we get shot?

- Do we need bulletproof vests? - You don't need vests.

They're gonna barge in, arrest the guy,

and then congratulate themselves

with high fives or butt-slapping or whatever,

and the whole time, we're never gonna leave this lot.

We're just gonna sit here and then go home.

We're like earthquake insurance.

Don't really need it, but it's nice to have.

She's right. Except for the butt thing. We don't do that.

Set your radios for Ds2. Stay in your vehicle.

Do not get out or leave for any reason.

Time to get comfortable.

Uh, so, now we just, uh, sit here?

How could you possibly have another question?

I'm sorry. I just prefer to have all the information

instead of being left in the dark.

Mm.