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Gabby
I knew what I was going up against when I decided to help out with the case. When Jay called me, I made a decision that I made for the citizens of Chicago, not for my own reasons. Yet, those reasons are coming back to haunt me. I was joyful at first, when I heard that I would see everyone from the firehouse again. Then, I realized that it probably won't be the same. I haven't visited them since I left for Puerto Rico, and now I'm here to help Intelligence with a case. Barging into their lives can't be a good thing, especially for someone who didn't leave on good terms with their old family.
My last talks with them were heartbreaking. With Matt and Sylvie. At least with Matt, we talked it out and ended on good terms, but my last conversation with Sylvie was an argument.
A bad one.
When we start working together there can't be any drama. I already applied for a temporary position as a firefighter on Truck at 51 while I'm in Chicago, otherwise I'll be jobless while I'm here. I originally asked for the paramedic spot, but they already found a permanent paramedic, while I was gone. I'm pretty sure that she was the Asian girl in the purple dress that Brett was clutching at the gala a few hours ago. I left shortly after the did, not wanting to cause unnecessary drama. I feel something clench in my chest, knowing that I've been virtually replaced. I know that that would be logical, because they can't keep my spot open forever, waiting for me to come back, because I wouldn't.
It just feels funny that the girl didn't just replace me at work, but also as a friend. From what I saw, her, Sylvie, and Stella are close, and it feel funny knowing that she's probably Stella and Sylvie's best friend now, not me.
I decide that I can't prolong this forever. I can't just sit back and hope for some miracle to happen, which will magically fix all the problems that I ran away with.
Brett, Matt, and the rest of the firehouse.
I think that it's a little too early to talk with Matt, and I'll be seeing the rest of the firehouse tomorrow - Monday, when shift starts. But it's better that I stitch things up with Sylvie before shift.
I grab my jacket from the coat hook in the hotel room that Antonio and I currently share, and walk out of the door. I go to the apartment building that I remember Brett last living at, with Otis and Cruz.
When I get there I ride the elevator up to their apartment. I stop outside apartment 18b and raise my fist to the door. Only when I do that, do I realize that this entire scheme is a bad idea. I didn't call Cruz, Sylvie, or Otis to let them know that I'm coming, that is; assuming that they still live here.
Who knows if they're even awake? I can imagine that the gala was both physically and mentally exhausting. I sigh and think Screw this. Just knock, Gabby.I tap my fist against the dark blue door, holding my breath. I notice a plaque next to the handle saying J. Cruz, and I breath in relief, knowing that he still lives here, so the chance of Brett still being here is greater. After a minute or so, Joe Cruz opens the door and rubs his eyes, clearly still half-asleep. I feel guilty for waking him up. He hasn't looked at me yet, so I say, "Hey, Cruz.
His head shoots straight up and blinks a few times in shock when he sees me. "Dawson?!"
I nod awkwardly. "Is Brett here?"
Cruz rubs his hands back and forth, apparently quite uncomfortable with this situation. Not that I can say that I'm not.
"No, sorry. She's not home. I don't know where she is, sorry."
I don't doubt that she isn't home, but somehow I doubt that Cruz doesn't know where she is.
I raise my eyebrow at the obvious lie. "Okay, then. Thanks. It was good to see you,"
Cruz nods slowly. "Sure. Good night," he closes the door.
I head back out into the cool, night air, slightly disappointed.
Where the hell is Brett?
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Sylvie
The next morning I wake up refreshed in Matt's arms, and I feel content. I remember that we're on shift today, but I don't bother to check the time. I don't hear any scuffle from the kitchen, which means that Stella and Severide aren't up yet, so we still have some minutes to spare, which I plan on using to its fullest.
I feel Matt shift next to me and I feel his smile as he buries his face in my neck. "Good morning, Sylvie."
I turn around and face him. "Hey."
He grins sleepily at me, and I grin back, fully letting myself enjoy the sight of Matt Casey from under his chin. "You ready for shift?"
"Let's just stay here forever and not worry about anything."
I laugh at him. "C'mon, I'm gonna make coffee. Besides, I have a feeling that there will be some gossip in the firehouse, and I don't want to miss a second of it. You know how much I hate being in the dark; especially about drama!"
He laughs, and tightens his grip on my bare midriff. "Last night's gala wasn't enough drama for you?"
I smile cheekily at Matt and wrestle myself out of his hold and put on one of his old lieutenant shirt and a pair of shorts and go to the kitchen. I knot my hair at the base of my neck with a hair tie from my wrist, and I turn on the radio on the counter, whistling along to the tune of Chicago by Frank Sinatra.
I hear a yawn behind me and I see Stella walking out of Kelly and her room in her bra and shorts. I stifle a laugh and gesture to her chest, motioning at her to put a shirt on, but she shakes her head and grabs an apple; biting into it.
"Morning Sylvie," Kelly walks out of the same door. I nod in greeting at him and pour coffee for him and Stella.
"So, Sylvie. Foster has a day off today and she's coming to visit the firehouse," Stella informs me sleepily. I perk up at the news. Emily is coming?
"That's great!" I smile happily that one of my best friends is visiting. Suddenly, a thought crosses my mind.
"Dawson..." My face falls in dismay, as I remember the current problem at hand.
Stella frowns. "Yeah. I mean, at least Emily will be here for support."
Yeah. I guess. I still can't help but wishing against my good conscience I find myself wishing that Foster wasn't coming back—at least not for the time being, especially seeing as how Emily was Dawson's original replacement.
Not Violet, or Mackey, who I haven't heard from in a while.
I make a mental note to ask Cruz on shift today how Gianna is doing. I feel a bit guilty for not checking in on her, even though she is now at a firehouse where she is supposedly more valuable, but this is only going to make things worse than they already are.Casey walks into the room, dressed in his white captain shirt and blue pants, nodding at us while he grabs an apple. He looks distracted, and almost anxious, which is quite unusual for the captain, though I can't blame him.
I know that I definitely am.
Anxious as hell.
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