What happens in Vegans Definitely didn't stay there

Chapter 1: Platinum Rings

Sylvie cracked her eyes open, her phone alarm going off beside her. Her head was killing her, and the light really didn't help matters either. It was so much brighter in Vegas than Chicago. She managed to pick up her phone and turn off the alarm. It was nine am, their flight back to Chicago was at four that afternoon, and she had had plans to lie around the pool in a bikini and get a bit of sun before she went back to the snow. This whole 24 on 48 off idea was nice for these chances to get out of the cold.

Pulling the covers off her, she stood and stretched, looking for her bag. Sylvie pulled on her underwear and jeans, then rubbed her eyes with her palms, before staring at her left hand with terror. There were two rings there. Two really beautiful rings on her left ring finger, one of them with a diamond. They were platinum, and the diamond was the perfect size for work to not push through her gloves.

"What the actual hell?" She murmured, staring at the rings. She looked behind her, and realised that Kelly was in the bed she'd just vacated. She could see his ring finger, and he had a matching wedding ring on his hand. They were going to be in so much trouble when they got back to work. So much.

"Severide. Severide. Get up." Sylvie shook his arm once she was dressed. The firefighter in him woke quickly, even with the amount of alcohol they'd ingested the night before.

"Brett, what's up? Did we oversleep, do we need to check out?" He sat up, rubbing his eyes.

"What do you remember about last night?" She asked, sitting on the bed beside him. She hid her rings in her pocket, trying to get him to remember exactly what was going on.

"Eh, I'm not sure. We were at the poker table and you cleaned up at it. I was impressed! Then we got dinner, and we got drinks. I remember a lot of drinks. And then..." His voice trailed off as he squinted, his forehead creasing adorably as he tried to remember. Sylvie could see the exact moment when he remembered they'd gotten married.

"We got married. Fuck. Not that it'd be bad to marry you, Brett, but that was not my intention for it. Crap. I remember drinking, and kissing, and then we decided to get married because we get on. Right?" Kelly looked at the ring on his hand, and Sylvie showed him her matching ones.

"Yeah, we got married. What the hell, Sev? Not that it'd be bad to be married to you, but you're still grieving Shay, and I'm new in the House and I don't want people to think that I'm sleeping with a Lieutenant to increase my career prospects. I got warned off dating in house that it's a bad idea already I just don't want to give anyone a chance to say I did the wrong thing." She finished speaking for a moment, swallowed, but Severide spoke before she could.

"Look, we're married. It's not a bad thing really, you're a good person, I'm normally alright when I'm not grieving badly and on a self destruction bender. We can get divorced while we're back in Chicago, but in the mean time we can just go with it. It'll be ok, Sylvie." He smiled and made her look at him, where she smiled back while blinking back tears. "Plus, we're married now, you can call me Kelly. Probably should have gone through the official introduction, eh? No middle name, just Kelly."

"Sylvie Jean Brett, from Fowlerton Indiana. It's almost ten am, the hotel breakfast is till ten thirty, and I'm in the mood for pancakes before I go sit in the sun for a few hours. Want some breakfast and coffee?"

They went down for breakfast, and had a companionable chat while they ate. Sylvie filled him in on some of the details about her childhood, growing up in the countryside. For every story about being a farm kid, Kelly had a story about being a Chicago kid growing up with Matt Casey and Andy Darden.

It didn't take long to pack, and before long she'd gotten her wish, sitting on a sun lounger with a strawberry daquiri in her hand. The time passed too quickly before she had to get ready for the flight, but by three thirty she and Kelly were sitting at their gate, waiting for the flight to Chicago to board. He'd been really sweet to her since they realised they were married, holding her duffel and making sure she was ok while they waited. He even picked her up a hazelnut latte from the airport Starbucks while he got himself a coffee.