Antonio Dawson & Caroline Severide ~Chicago PD & Chicago Fire~

Bad News

Riley
"Your making me nervous, Detective" "Why's that?" "You just are" "I noticed something about you" "What was it that you noticed?" "Everytime I get close to you, or we make eye contact, you start to breathe heavily, and you blush... I make you nervous don't I?" I gulp. ~ "What makes you think that?" "I see it and hear it" "Antonio Dawson" I chuckle. "Caroline Severide" "I wouldn't boost your self esteem, buddy" I walked to the couch and grabbed my phone calling Kelly.

'Hey is everything ok?' 'Yeah, I was thinking about making chicken salad, and wondering if that was ok with you?' 'I don't want you cooking anything, you need to be resting' 'Kelly, you know me way better than that, I'm cooking' 'Isnt Antonio there? Have him cook' 'Kelly! I! Want! To! Cook!' 'Fine, I know your gonna argue until you get your way' 'Exactly' 'The chicken is in the fridge and so is the stuff for the salad, the pans and stuff you have to stretch for, have Antonio do that, I'm serious, Caroline!' 'Ok, Kelly!' 'Bye Caroline I gotta go' 'Bye Caroline'

Antonio unwillingly got me the stuff I needed and I got to work on the chicken salad. "I can feel you staring" I said and chopped some chicken up and put it in the pan. "I like how you move when you cook" I turn and look at him and shake my head. He laughs as I get back to work.

"This food better be good" "Oh what are you gonna do if it's not, huh?" "Never let you cook for me again" "Ah, dang wouldn't that be a shame" "Hm" My phone rings and I asked Antonio to grab it and put it on speaker for me.

'What do you want, I'm cooking Kel?' 'Im sorry but I'm gonna be home late' 'Oh, ok can I ask why or is it, personal, if you know what I mean?' I said with a smirk. Antonio gagged because he knows Kelly is with his sister. 'Caroline, you are disgusting, and no it's not for that reason, one of the firefighters is in the hospital' 'Oh my God! Who is it?' 'Casey' 'NO! WHY DIDN'T ANYONE TELL ME!' 'Because, it's nothing major, he's getting out tomorrow morning' 'That sounds pretty freaking- why did- what the hell happened?!' 'He was caught up in a fire' 'WHAT?! He could have died, why the hell didn't you tell me Kelly!' 'Because I didn't want you to worry, and he asked me not to' 'Is he ok right now?' 'Yeah, he's doing really good' 'Good, I guess that's all that matters now, if anything changes or ever happens to him again, whether he asks u not to or whatever, you better tell me' 'Ok, I will' 'Go and stay with Gabby and them, take care of Casey, ok?' 'I will' 'Tell him I hope he gets better and I miss him so much' 'No problem, Care, go cook and I'll eat it when I get home' 'K, love you'

I hit the hang up button before he could say it back. I cook in silence, and Antonio finally decides to say something. "Are you gonna be ok?" "He's ok, so yeah, I'll be fine" "Are you-?" "No, I thought we would when I first got here, but turns out he didn't like me like I thought" "Well, he must be blind" "Why's that?" "Because your beautiful and your amazing, and you cook even" I chuckle and so does he.

"I'm non of those things except a cook" "Why do you do that?" "Do what?" I ask, looking at him, confused. As I'm cooking, I feel him come up to me. I fight to keep my breathe even.

"You know what I'm talking about" "Antonio, I really don't" He sighed and said, "Why do you put yourself down like that?" "What do you mean?" "You always deny my complements, beating yourself up about your past, I've heard you do both" "It's just an immediate response" "Why?" "Because" "Because why?"

"Because Antonio! As soon as I start feeling good about myself I get torn back down! Because it's easier to feel that way because when you get told that it hurts less! When you get told your worthless, stupid, ugly, fat, and gosh so much more you just learn to live with it and start to believe it!" I shout accidentally at him.

"I'm sorry, Antonio, I -I didn't mean to shout" "It's ok, don't be sorry" He sat back down and watched me. I look at him sideways and turn back to what I was doing.