Chicago Fire: Burning Bright

Fire in the Sky

Chapter 65 Fire Lake

"I don't know why I agreed to this," Cailin grumbled, pulling a tray of cupcakes out of the oven. "Baking in a freaking construction zone during a heat wave, I am an idiot," she ranted, blowing hair off her already sweaty forehead despite the early morning hour. She had to finish up the cupcakes so she could run by and wrap up a couple of things at the District and then meet everyone down at the CFD 4th of July picnic.

"I beg to differ," Clarke remarked from the doorway, taking in his wife clad in a tank top and shorts, wondering if he could convince her to join him in the shower before she left.

"Hey, babe, sorry, it's just this damn heat and those stupid backordered countertops-" she said, trying to find a place to put down the pans, cut off by her husband deftly removing the pans from her hands and placing them on top of the fridge before pulling her in for a long, deep kiss.

"Missed you," he said, when he broke away.

"Back at you cowboy," she said, letting out a groan as her phone started to ring, Voight needing something yesterday. "Damn it. To be continued?" she said, with raised eyebrows.

"Maybe we can skip the picnic?" Clarke replied hopefully, even though he knew the answer before the words even left his lips.

"Cindy Hermann is counting on those cupcakes for the bake sale and everyone knows we are coming," she said, trying to inch toward the door before she gave in to her impulses, knowing if she did Voight would trap her at work all day.

"Maybe we can skip the fireworks," Clarke replied, forcing himself to not close the distance between them, going to the fridge to pull out milk for cereal, too damn hot for anything more.

Cally tried to not be perturbed that it was only her and Olinksy up in IU, other than Voight who was busy yakking on the phone. It wasn't that she didn't like working with Al, or didn't understand that Erin was busy with JP and his newly found sister, Kayla. Or that Antonio had his kids for the weekend, or that Jay was visiting DC and that Fed guy, or that Adam was still on mod duty, or, well she was bitter about both Kevin and Otis, they were supposed to be there too.

"Otis is picking up his grandmother from the airport, I don't know where Atwater is," Olinsky said, catching the glower on the blonde detective's face. "I did make coffee, that you can actually pour," he added with a slight smirk. "And Hank's in a better mood now that he found a realtor."

"A realtor?" Cally asked, a mixture of curiosity and dread in her stomach.

"Yep. Seems he is finally ready to let go of his and Camille's place. Think it has something to do with-" he cut off, knowing he had already said too much, his tongue always somehow loosened in front of the sympathetic looking detective. Same trap perps fell into time and time again.

Cally felt her own smirk grow, "that leggy brunette attorney we aren't supposed to know anything about, that who you mean, Al?" she teased before making a zipping motion across her lips.

It was around noon when Hank came out, rolling up his shirtsleeves and looking miserable, the a/c not even attempting to work up in their pen. "Get out of here, both of you, I'm melting just looking at you. Pretend you have something better to do than sitting up here on our nation's birthday."

"I actually have cupcakes to ice," Cailin said, groaning as soon as she realized she had said the words aloud. Olinsky and Voight exchanged a look, it was almost too easy. "Don't you dare, either one of you. It is for a bake sale for fire victim's. Children," she said, wagging her finger as she gathered her belongings. "Not. One. Word."

"I wasn't going to say anything, were you, Al?" Voight said, Olinsky shrugging in return. "Nope. Have a nice holiday, Callahan." She narrowed her eyes, still expecting something, receiving it as she was most of the way down the stairs hearing Voight call after, "save one for me, cupcake!" She was just glad Platt had the day off.