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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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