#911 season 8 fic

[becausebuckley]

michelle's season 8 fic recs: week 41!

ALL FICS ON THIS LIST CONTAIN SPOILERS FOR 911 SEASON 8. whether they simply take place during the season or are missing scenes/codas/spec fics for future episodes, there's something for everyone! for this week's spoiler-free buddie recs, click here!

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breathe in, breathe through | cranberrymoons/@cranberrymoons | 1k | T

“Long night,” he says after a moment. It’s the first thing either of them have said since they left the station, since they ended up here by silent agreement. Eddie nods, and Buck feels himself smile. “Did I tell you I got to steal a motorcycle?” soft and intimate and just so so good <3

'cause you're a sky full of stars | yimooyi | 6.9k and counting | G

5 times Buck finds Eddie leaving him paper stars and 1 time he finds out they're more than just that. i love love love the idea of eddie doing origami and leaving the stars as little gifts for buck so much <3 lovely!!

haunt me (hold me) | paleredheadinascifi | 2.3k | T

Christopher thinks he’s too old to sleep in his dad’s bed after a nightmare. Buck thinks that’s the most ridiculous thing he’s ever heard. buckley-diaz family my most beloved <3 such a lovely look at the dynamic between these three!

lead us somewhere (to safety) | grantnashed | 798 | T

Athena is about to land a plane with injured passengers. She doesn’t think she’s gonna make it so she calls Bobby, ready to say goodbye. a little bathena is good for the soul!! i loved this scene in the epusode and i loved this version of it just as much <3

the (martial) art of you | moonsharky/@moonsharky | 16.2k | E

the one where buck and eddie fuck on the floor of an mma gym after hours this is so them <3 had such a great time reading this!!

need to know for sure | goforthetitle/@goforthetitle | 11.4k | T

the OCD!Buck fic. such a fantastic look at buck's reaction to hurting gerrard!! beautifully written <3

there ain't been no sun in LA | spiritsontheroof/@spiritsontheroof | 17.9k | T

Eddie goes back to Texas to bring his son home. Buck handles this well. i knew i would love this just from the tags and i was so happy to be proven right <3 fantastic!!

[kenny-404]

Does it ever drive you crazy…

…just how fast the night changes? 🥹

[i wonder if Buck misses baking with his Chris 🙂]

[tommykinard6]

Here’s something I shall drop into the void

Buck waited for another two weeks after he first saw the text bubbles on his phone, opening his and Tommy’s chat at every possibility to wait. He waited for those bubbles to reappear, for a sign that Tommy was still thinking about him. But there was no sign, no bubbles, no nothing.

Buck had changed Tommy’s name in his phone to his own nickname in a valiant attempt to keep himself from reaching out. It didn’t take long for him to change it back, something in him desperately needing to see Tommy’s name. He was grasping at crumbs and he knew it.

Two weeks later, he nearly dropped his phone as the text bubble reappeared. His heart sped up and a lump appeared in his throat as he watched with baited breath. He was alone in the gym and he was glad of it. His friends meant well, he knew, but he didn’t want his phone snatched away from him again.

He’d already seen his future get snatched away. He couldn’t bear to watch it happen again.

The bubble went away, then reappeared just as the tones went off, calling five stations to a fully involved apartment fire. Cursing under his breath, Buck shoved his phone in his pocket and ran for the engine.

He checked his phone again just before arriving at the fire, heart sinking at the lack of message or bubble.

***

The blaze didn’t go down for hours. By the time they got back to the station, Buck had forgotten about his phone for the first time in weeks. As everyone else hit the showers, he finally pulled it out of his pocket for the first time in hours and froze.

There was no text message.

There was, however, a voicemail.

Buck’s feet took him of their own accord into the bunk room, away from any distractions. He fumbled with the buttons before shoving the phone to his ear. He couldn’t hit play fast enough.

“Evan.” Just hearing Tommy’s voice again made all the emotions surge, anger and sadness and longing and confusion all gelling into a thick lump in his chest. “Or B-Buck. I don’t know if I have the right to call you Evan anymore.”

It would always be Evan. Even for Tommy. Especially for Tommy.

“I just-I needed to say something. And I know you’re on shift. Probably at that fire downtown. Be safe. Please.” Buck didn’t know that he’d ever heard such uncertainty in Tommy’s voice. It was unfamiliar and unsettling. He didn’t like it. “This might be the coward’s way out. And I hope you don’t feel obligated to listen. I just need you to know something. You deserve answers, ones I didn’t give you before.”

There was a long moment of silence on the other end.

“You didn’t do anything wrong. I want you to know that. I ran away because of my own problems, not because you did anything. You talked about me being an inspiration, but Evan, Buck, I’m anything but. I wanted nothing more than to agree to moving in. It wouldn’t be your place though. I have a house. It makes more sense to move into mine. I wanted that. I still want that and it’s not fair to you.

But at the same time, I realized that you-you think I’m a much better person than I am. Evan, you’re-you’re fucking amazing. You love unashamedly, you keep your family close, you aren’t afraid to be yourself. I’m always afraid. I’m never good enough. I’ve never been enough. Done some shit that I can never undo. Said shit I can’t take back. I hurt you, I hurt Abby, I hurt a lot of people by being a coward. Hurt myself most, I think, and I’ll never be deserving of you. And I was afraid of you figuring that out for yourself.

I shouldn’t have said all that shit about needing to explore. You don’t need to do that for your identity. I said you should because I knew that you would find someone worthy of you. It’s not me. I wanted it to be. I really fucking wanted it.” Tommy’s voice broke. Buck swiped at the silent tears running down his face, disturbing the soot settled there.

“I’m fucking selfish cause all I want is that future we had in front of us. I’m an idiot for letting you go and I would be an idiot if I tried to stay, knowing I could never deserve you. I’m so-so confused and lost and I just miss you. I love you and I’m a mess.”

Buck choked out a sob, scrubbing at his face.

“That’s not fair. I shouldn’t have said that. That’s not fair to you.” Tommy was quiet for another moment. “I think what I’m trying to say is that I ran because I was scared of you breaking my heart. I knew if I ran first, it would just be hurting myself. You hurting me, it’s something I could never predict or prepare for. It’s the unknown. Because all you’ve ever done is make me happy. I’ve never felt more alive than with you. Every moment we were apart sucked and these last few weeks…” Tommy trailed off again. Finally, he blew out a deep breath.

“I’m a mess. I thought I was put together. I thought I’d done my time in therapy and had worked through these issues, but I haven’t. I’m-I’m back in therapy now. I’ve got a lot of shit to work through. Feels good to tackle it though. I’m doing it for me mostly, but I’m also doing it for you. For us. Even if you would never take me back, I’m doing it because we deserved it. Because you deserved it.

I would take everything back that night if I could. I have no right to ask you to listen to this. I don’t know if you ever will. I have no right to beg for your forgiveness. To ask you for another chance. But if you let me, I would. Maybe not yet. I-I gotta work through some shit first. But I would spend every day and night for the rest of our lives making it up to you. I would never leave you again, not my choice. I’d spend the rest of my life making sure you’re loved and that you never doubt it.

You owe me nothing. You deserve better. You could tell me to fuck off, or ignore me. I’ll respect whatever you want. You never signed up for this. I’m so sorry that I hurt you.”

The line went silent for a long time. Buck had to check to make sure the voicemail hadn’t ended, sniffling as he did so.

“You’re the best thing that ever happened to me. You’re it for me and I should’ve fought harder to tell you. I should’ve told you I love you. I have a lot of regrets, Evan. You’ll never be one. Letting you go will be my biggest.”

And the voicemail ended.

“Fuck.” Buck whispered, rubbing away the tears from his eyes. “Fuck. Goddamnit.” He pulled up the automated transcript of the voicemail and read it until his eyes swam again. He saved the voicemail and the transcript before pulling up their messages.

Buck: you’re gonna say all that to me in person. And then we’re going to talk about it. No more making decisions for me, but we’re going at your pace now not mine

Buck: and I’m going to say it back in person

Therapy would do them both good. Maybe therapy together would help too. And maybe it would all be for nothing, but even as much as it all still hurt, Buck wasn’t going to deny himself what he wanted anymore. These last weeks had been hell enough.

Buck: and it’s still Evan for you

The bell went off in that moment and Buck wiped his face again hurriedly, grimacing at the realization that he hasn’t even gotten to shower yet as he ran out of the bunk room. The others looked him up and down in concern as he climbed into the truck, but he didn’t pay attention. He didn’t even know what kind of call they were going on, too in his own head to listen. His mind just kept looping on,

I love you

[jackwhiteprophetic]

THIS is an accurate depiction of Buck and Eddie cornering Chim after he accidentally uncovers their relationship and convincing him to keep it a secret.

[sweaters-and-silly]

My 9-1-1 prediction for 2025 based on nothing and absolutely pulled out of thin air:

Buck begins to act more erratically. Tommy can’t really remember breaking up with Buck, he knows it happened but the night was a blur. But as time goes on, it gets more clear that Tommy was confused and is feeling clearer away from Evan.

But it’s not Evan. It’s his apartment.

Because Buck feels better when he’s baking, when he’s got the kitchen fan on circulating the air.

Things escalate, Buck is finding notes in his place that he didn’t write. He’s feeling paranoid and off-kilter. He kidnaps Maddie to keep her safe from the person that’s been haunting his home. Chimney has been texting Tommy on and off and breaks down when Maddie is missing and Buck is nowhere to be found.

That’s when Tommy remembers the night they had too much wine and “moved the couch” a little too much into the wall, hearing something break. He uses the spare key and lets himself into Buck’s place, only a few minutes there he’s feeling off-kilter again.

So he checks beside the couch. The thing they heard shatter behind the couch was the carbon monoxide detector. He’s able to fix it, and plugs it back in. It immediately starts beeping an urgent alarm.

Tommy opens all the windows and calls Evan.

Evan answers, paranoid and sick. Tommy gets him to tell him where he is. Gets him to give the phone to Maddie, she’s safe and of course she’s not hurt, Buck would never hurt her, she’s not scared for herself just for Buck. Conferences in Chimney while he drives to get the Buckleys.

At the hospital, while Evan is in oxygen they get to talk. The carbon monoxide leak is why they were having trouble remembering their serious conversations of the last six months. Tommy wants to be with Evan but he’s not sleeping in that loft again. It’s time Evan comes home with him.

[cosyvelvetorchid]

LOOK AT THEIR FACES!!

[hisbucky]

Buck: So you lied to me. Bobby: I didn't lie, per say. Buck: You said everything was fine and now we learn that you had plans to leave?! Bobby, distressed: Son, please - Buck, wounded: Don't do that! Don't call me that! I trusted you, and you lied to me! *on the other side of the station* Eddie: Should we be doing something? Hen: I say we let them play it out. The station family drama has been a bit dry lately. Chimney: Not that it isn't fun to watch you pine over Buck and Tommy, but it gets old. Eddie, blushing: I do not pine! Ravi, muttering: Denial is not a good look on you.

[theplumsoldier]

loud

summary: a continuation of quiet

pairing: eddie diaz x f!reader

word count: 1,2k

warnings: vulgar language, 18+ MDNI; unprotected sex, friends to lovers trope, dirty talk, pet names, creampie, mating press, rough sex, praise, let me know if i missed anything<3

Eddie did indeed make it up to you. Upon finishing his hellish shift at eight o'clock, he got into his truck and drove directly to your apartment complex. His body buzzed with anticipation despite being so exhausted, fingers impatiently drumming the steering wheel whenever he hit a red light. Challenging the speed limit, he was at your door in minutes and when you opened the door, his lips crashed with yours in seconds.

You were caught off guard, but certainly not about to protest when you had spent the majority of your day thinking about Eddie's thick cock filling you up.

Stumbling back into your apartment, you clung to Eddie as he kissed you hungrily like a man starved—and you supposed in a way he was. You had certainly been, and three orgasms at your own hands had done little to sate you since.

All teeth and tongue, a testament to his lust, Eddie wasted no time as he rid himself and you of your layers. Luckily, your apartment wasn't very big and by the time you were stripped of your clothes, your back hit the mattress.

The through pads of his thumb and index twisted your perk nipple and you moaned into his mouth, your hips bucking against his, eager for a continuation of your interrupted affair at the firehouse.

Eddie leaned down and sucked at your breast, flicking his tongue over the hard bud. “Please, Eds,” you whimpered, hands tangling in his hair. “I need you inside me.”

He felt his cock throb against your leg, loving how needy you sounded for him. His teeth teasingly bit your flesh, drawing a delicious whine from you, while his hands explored the curves of your figures. Splayed out for him, watching him through pleading eyes, practically begging for him to eat you right up—how could he not worship your body? “You look so divine,” Eddie murmured huskily, lips leaving open-mouthed kisses along the span of your chest. “Can't expect me not to show a little love to these.”

Chuckling, you tightened your fingers in his dark locks and pulled him up. “Love ‘em later. Right now, I need your cock. Been thinking about it all day.”

Eddie certainly couldn't deny you.

He alined himself with your wet entrance, gathering your slick, nudging the head through your folds. Swallowing your soft gasps, Eddie thrust forward in one smooth grind.

Moaning your name, he cradled your face with one hand while the other kept his weight off of you. “Fuck. So fucking tight around me, sweetheart,” he whispered lovingly, hips rolling against yours in a smooth motion that had your back arching and eyes rolling.

“Eddie—” you cried, nails digging into his skin, the feeling of him all too much and not enough at once. You could feel him in your fucking stomach. “Oh… God, please.”

Eddie's tongue licked the ticklish skin on your neck, a heavy groan rumbling from his chest as he moved against you. “Tell me, baby. Tell me what you need.”

He already knew what you needed and he gave you a small taste, wanting to hear you say your desires aloud.

Eddie focused his pace, more precise and slightly faster strokes as he tilted your head and forced you to look at him. Opening your eyes and finding his, it seemed every thrust became more intense than the last. His brows were furrowed in concentration and his skin gleaming with fervor, breath bated and muscles flexed with restraint. He looked so fucking handsome like this and you just—

“Harder,” you begged. “Fuck me harder, Eddie.”

The coin was in the well and your wish was his command. Like a switch flipped, his pace grew urgent, ferocious even. Eddie's hands bracketed either side of your head as he pounded into you like he couldn't hold back.

You bit back a scream at the rawness he displayed, sobbing into your hand as he took you, the sound of skin slapping and your cunt squelching around his thick shaft echoing in your ears like white noise.

Eddie tore your palm from your quivering lips and pinned your hands above your head. “No. Let me hear you, baby. Give me all those pretty noises when I fuck you.”

Him taking control like this drove you closer to the edge faster than you could process and you felt your pussy clamp down on his cock. The moans he elicited from you were obscene and they only seemed to spur him on. “Fu-fuck, fuck, fuck—Eddie!”

Eddie felt like an animal made up of nothing but primal instincts, fucking into you with all his might, wanting to pump you full of his cum, breed you till you were round and swollen with his baby.

Your cunt squeezed him so tightly, so deliciously and nonsensical words spilled from your puffy lips, an incoherent babbling of pleas and curses as you saw stars.

“That's it, baby,” Eddie encouraged. “Come around my cock.”

You fell apart shortly after, legs spasming around his waist, halting his motions. Eddie was quick to suspend your legs on his shoulders, pressing your legs against your chest as he fucked you through your orgasm while chasing his own.

Completely at his mercy, Eddie pressed his forehead against yours, whispering sweet filth and high praises while you came around him, moaning and writhing. Your bodies were slick with sweat and the necklace dangling off of his chest as he vigorously pounded into you gleamed in your hazy gaze. His hands held the back of your head, cradling you close as you whimpered pathetically, the friction of his veiny cock becoming all too much for your sore pussy.

“Hm-pff! Eddie, I… please—fuck!”

“I know, muñeca. Just a lil’ more,” he panted hoarsely, thumb soothingly caressing the trail of a fallen tear on your cheek. “Hold out for me, yeah? You're doin’ so good, baby.”

Holding onto him like your life depended on it, you couldn't do anything but nod frantically as you let him ruin you. He kissed you so softly the contrast to the thrusts of his hips appeared entirely diabolical. Your glossy eyes trailed between your bodies, whining at the mess you had made. Sticky strings of cum threaded between your bodies, and your pussy formed a ring of milky white around his shaft.

He moaned your name and in a gentle move, he forced you to look back up at him. “You gonna let me come inside, baby? Make you mine?”

“Yes, yes.” There really was no time to actually think it through. Not while he was fucking you this good—not when Eddie was making you his. “Please, Eddie—fill me up.”

Eddie thrusted into you a couple more times before his balls tightened and spilled, his warm cum painting your insides.

The loud smacking of slick skin was replaced with heavy breaths as you came down from your shared high. Eddie leaned down to plant a gentle kiss on your lips, slipping out of you and laying on your side, but keeping his arm draped over your chest.

Once your breathing returned to normal, you tilted your head. “Fucking hell, Eddie.”

He looked back at you, brows furrowed and lips parted in soft pants. “Too much?”

“No,” you grinned cheekily and scooted closer to him, nuzzling your face into his neck, kissing his throat with a sigh. “I'm sure I'll be sore tomorrow, but if you wanna fuck me again sometime, I won't stop you.”

Eddie chuckled when you slung your leg over his and teasingly ground against him. He held you closer, wanting nothing more than to feel you melt into him. “I might have to take you up on that.”

[mischiefbuckley]

so simple yet so beautiful

[imakatperson22]

I got this idea from a mlm romance novel I read but hear me out:

Eddie stops by at Tia Pepa’s while Abuela is staying with her visiting LA. He just came by really quick to drop something off or maybe pick something up that he left there.

While he’s in the house, he can overhear Abuela on the phone with someone in the next room saying things like…

“Make sure you go down to that place on Century to get the masa harina not the stuff in the grocery store…”

And

“Let the mole simmer maybe 20 minutes?”

And

“This is why grandmothers always want their grandsons to marry someone nice. Someone to look after them and make them good food. They usually can’t do it for themselves. You’ll make him some nice tamales!”

And Eddie doesn’t think anything of it, probably just Abuela giving some young girl from church advice… until he gets home. Buck is in the kitchen with Chris and there’s tamales in a steamer basket and Eddie realizes Abuela was on the phone with Buck and she was telling him how to make tamales.

That’s when it hits him like a freight train.

[becausebuckley]

michelle's season 8 fic recs: week 40!

ALL FICS ON THIS LIST CONTAIN SPOILERS FOR 911 SEASON 8. for this week's spoiler-free buddie recs, click here!

this is a mix of fics with all ratings, so some include NSFW content. please take a look at both the ratings and the fic tags before reading!

if you come across something you like in this list, remember to show some love to the author by leaving kudos and a comment!

i hold heaven in my arms, if only for tonight | my_hopeless_opus | 2.9k | G

After the failure of Chris's birthday party in 8x01, Tommy leaves but Buck stays. Eddie begs him to leave but Buck refuses. the birthday party scene really just gives endless fic inspo, doesn't it? this is such perfect hurt/comfort i've read it three times already <3

it felt like home somehow | playinginthunderstorms/@playinginthunderstorms | 1.3k | G

Buck spirals a little after the Gerrard incident, and Eddie doesn't let him hide the fact that eddie's voice was loudest in buck's head has not let go of me yet and i fear it never will. such a wonderful add-on!!

juggling infinity the best that i can | ipretendtobesane/@userbuddie| 1.6k| G

after christopher's birthday party, buck helps eddie clean up (8x01 coda). it's the emotional infidelity for me <3 lovely lovely coda!!

play pretend (it's not that hard) | pinkpeachtea | 2.4k | G

Buck and Bobby are talking on their way to LAX. Oh, and Brad is there too. Unfortunately. i will not lie season 8 has been great so far but brad torrence is by far my favourite addition. this captures both the bobby & brad and the bobby & buck dynamic perfectly!!

[kenny-404]

Looking at Buck like this when his boyfriend is sitting right next to him…Eddie truly does not gaf lmao 😭

[thank you to the incredible @songbvrd for removing the boils from my pookie’s face 🥹]

[makorragal-312]

I can see it now...

Now that Chris is gone and his relationships with Marisol and Kim are over, Eddie is struggling to keep himself together and decides to stop dating while also trying to figure himself out after everything that happened.

All the while, Buck constantly checks in on him to make sure he's alright and even goes as far as to stay over at his place so that he doesn't wake up by himself. And now that Gerrard is captain and is making their shifts miserable, that becomes a common occurrence. And around the same time, Buck and Tommy are going through a rough patch because of him cancelling plans to check on Eddie and how Tommy wants Buck to act around Gerrard, which ultimately leads to them breaking up.

Then down the line, Eddie and Buck start to become closer than ever and Eddie comes to the conclusion that his relationships never worked out because he was trying to make a family with the wrong person when the whole time, he already had a family with the right person, which was Buck. At the same time, Buck starts to catch feelings for Eddie but is afraid to act on them partly out of fear and mainly because he doesn't want to take advantage of him when he's still missing Chris.

But eventually, Eddie just goes "fuck it" and finally kisses Buck, who has no qualms about kissing him back...

...and then, Chris walks through the door.

[jackwhiteprophetic]

I think it's very likely we get a situation where Eddie is trapped/missing on a call and Gerrard threatens Buck with his job if he goes back to save him. Obviously Buck goes back.

[eddiestightywhities]

After Buck has sex with Tommy—and then after Tommy breaks up with Buck—Buck cannot stop looking at men's hands.

It's because he now knows the way men's hands look on him.

So he's just, like, out here in the world now, involuntarily checking out every damn pair of hands on every damn guy around him—well, other than Bobby's and Chim's hands, of course. Because, y'know, they're Bobby and Chim; they're his family, and that would just be weird.

That's why he gets pretty freaked out when he finds himself checking out Eddie's hands. Because, hey, Eddie's family too, right? So why doesn't Buck feel just as weird about noticing how unbearably pretty Eddie's hands are? Why can't he stop glancing at them and seeing just how damn capable they are? Why can't he ignore how golden brown they are? Why does he have to constantly be thinking about how caring they are? Why doesn't he baulk when he watches them close around a firehose or a bottle of beer? Why can't he help but clock the way they touch Eddie's face so often? Why is he now picturing them touching his face all the time? Why can't he unsee how fucking big they are? Why does he suddenly and very desperately need to know how they'd look gripping his—oh.

Oh.

Oh, shit.

[polkadotk804]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Evan "Buck" Buckley & Christopher Diaz & Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Christopher Diaz & Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Eddie Diaz & Eddie Diaz's Parents (9-1-1 TV) Characters: Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Evan "Buck" Buckley, Christopher Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Bobby Nash, Henrietta "Hen" Wilson, Howie "Chimney" Han, Helena Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Ramon Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Original Male Character(s) Additional Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, Feelings Realization, Getting Together, Christopher Diaz is a National Treasure, Christopher Diaz Has Two Dads, POV Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Christopher Diaz Comes Back from Texas (9-1-1 TV), Pre-Relationship Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Love Confessions, Idiots in Love, Eddie Diaz Needs a Hug (9-1-1 TV), Eddie Diaz Loves Evan "Buck" Buckley, Hijinks & Shenanigans, Not Diaz Parent Friendly, but also not too much bashing, just kinda them being the worst and Eddie dealing for Chris’ sake, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Father-Son Relationship Summary:

Eddie is grinning stupidly as he texts Buck about Chris pelting him with rolls during his next shift at the firehouse when Simmons and Marks amble up to him.

“Hey, Diaz, who are you texting?” Simmons teases.

Eddie looks up from his phone, nonplussed by Simmons’ lilting tone. “My partner, back in LA.”

“Ooh Tillbaum not good enough for you, Diaz?” Marks raises his eyebrows, and listen, Eddie knows he’s kidding, knows that his new coworkers are trying to bring him into the fold, but his brain kicks into preservation mode and the words are tumbling out of Eddie’s mouth faster than he can snap it shut.

“Not that kind of partner.”

And whoa, that came out of nowhere.

“I mean, yes, he’s my partner at work,” Eddie rambles. “But this.” He gestures to his phone. “This is about life stuff.”

OR:

Eddie accidentally implies to his temporary coworkers in El Paso that he and Buck are more than just friends. Chris wants to keep playing the game, which is fun until Buck makes a surprise appearance at the firehouse. But that’s not the only time an attempted surprise wreaks havoc for Buck and Eddie, and Chris is happy to go along for the ride.