Guide Her

Telling Her Goodbye

A/N This is a Chicago Fire episode that I included for reasons those of you who have seen it already know.

Relax and enjoy the read!

~Princess <3

*Firehouse 51: Common Room: Breakfast Time*

Ambulance 61, gunshot victim, 19th Street and Wolcott Avenue.

"They're playing my song." Gabby sighed, tossing her fork-full of egg back onto her plate and rushing towards the Apparatus Floor.

She had been sitting at the long table with Joe, Herrmann, Otis, and Mouch, who reached over, nicked one of her sausages, took a bite, and put it back on the plate once she was gone.

"Wait, Wolcott. Hey, Ana, wasn't there a shooting there last shift?" Joe inquired, spotting the brunette coming in as the paramedic left.

"It's a turf war." She nodded in confirmation.

"Yeah, the Western Posse's beefing with the 21 Naturals." Otis added and everyone looked at him like he had two heads. "What? I follow the Drill Rap scene. Sue me." He scoffed, diving back into his eggs.

Ana shook her head with a small smile and walked off.

*Locker Room*

Ana was changing at her locker when she heard an unfamiliar voice outside of the entrance.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, what is this? Where are we going?" It questioned, angrily, sounding very masculine. "Don't be playing me."

The brunette's cop instincts kicked in and she grabbed her gun before quietly closing her locker. Ana slowly moved to a different spot so she had a better view of what was going on and her eyes widened once she did.

A young, African-American, male had his back to the older woman and was pointing a gun at Stella. Ana quickly realized what was happening and gritted her teeth in anger.

"I need something to pack and wrap the wound. Our medics keep a few extra supplies back here." Stella explained, holding her hands up high and glancing at the brunette over the boy's shoulder. "Kay?"

Ana ducked into the showers where she knew a certain Squad Lieutenant was currently located.

"Sev!" The older woman hissed. "Are you decent?"

"Yeah." Kelly replied in the same tone, appearing behind her with a towel wrapped around his waist. "Why are we whispering?"

Ana held a finger to her lips and gestured to the scene in front of them.

"Let's not have any surprises, okay?" Stella suggested, locking eyes with the Squad Lieutenant this time as she walked in their direction.

Kelly's eyes were as wide as saucers but he relaxed a bit once he caught sight of the gun in the brunette's hand. When Ana, herself, looked back at the scene, Stella was grabbing supplies out of one of the extra lockers.

"Look, you guys came here with your guns, looking for shelter. You got it. I'm just gonna patch up your friend so you can all be on your way." Stella assured, glancing back at Ana and Kelly. "You know, if we could reach our radios, we could at least send word to our paramedics in the field, you know, tell them not to return to quarters just until you've gone. 'Cause the last thing either of us want right now are more hostages, right?" She asked, shakily, confirming the brunette's suspicions and apprising the Squad Lieutenant of the situation.

"Well, that ain't gonna happen." The boy snapped. "Just grab what you need and let's go."

"Okay." Stella nodded.