Will someone tell me why it took me until December 21 to decide I wanted to do a holiday/Christmas story with my favorite siblings and their partners? Which then morphed into this monster?
*sigh* Yeah, so . . . this was meant to be finished earlier on Christmas Day, but then my body decided I needed to nap for three hours. But there are twelve days of Christmas, so you know what? It's still a Christmas present. Or to those of you who don't celebrate Christmas, it's a holiday present.
The "Blood Runs Thick" arc is still ongoing, so there will be two multi-shots going on at the same time. This one is titled "Auld Lang Syne" and, like "Blood Runs Thick," starts in S10 of Chicago Fire and about mid-S1 of Law & Order. You'll figure out the timeframe once you start reading. No fancy chapter titles this time, either, sorry XD
Other than that, I'll let you figure out where we're going from here! Enjoy!
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It was times like now that Sylvie wanted to drown in the freezing river or in eggnog. At the moment, she didn't care which it was.
She sat on the couch, her legs tucked under her, and she hoped her smile was believable as she watched the Dawson siblings make their rounds of the firehouse. Based on the way Griffin and Ben inched closer to her, Tuesday curled at her feet, she had a feeling she wasn't doing very well. Violet, thankfully, had decided to stay close to her, and she could feel her partner's inquisitive gaze as she looked from Sylvie to the two former Chicago first responders: Sylvie's longest-standing partner and her ex-boyfriend. Stella, in particular, had tightly embraced Gabby and was working on talking her ear off, and the only positive Sylvie got from that was the relief that flashed across Matt's face as he careened away from his ex-wife. That, however, put him in Antonio's crosshairs, and Sylvie sighed, seeing her ex's gaze dart to her.
"So," Violet held out, perching on the arm of the couch next to Sylvie. "Those are the Dawsons."
"Yep," Sylvie nodded, popping the p.
"Casey's ex-wife and your ex-boyfriend."
"Uh huh."
"I don't remember her," Ben admitted, leaning on the back of the couch and giving Gabby an uneasy look.
"She was dead set on having Matt," Griffin recalled, his grip on his mug of cocoa tight as he watched Gabby and Stella incline their heads together. "Kind of reminds me of Kidd with Kelly."
Sylvie flinched at the reminder, pulling her legs even closer under her. "I know."
"What happened with her brother?" Ben asked, glancing at Sylvie. "He was a detective, wasn't he?"
"He was," Sylvie nodded. "He became addicted to painkillers in his final year. He started getting rehab, but he relapsed after one of his teammates was arrested after covering for him. Gabby was already working in Puerto Rico, so he moved to join her and get further help." She hesitated and sighed, blowing gently on her cocoa. "I haven't talked much to either of them since they moved," she admitted. "The last time Gabby was here, she . . . "
"Was all over Casey?" Violet guessed dryly.
Sylvie blushed. "I think that was her side quest."
"I don't think I like her very much," Ben remarked, tilting his head as he watched Gabby and Stella. "Or how they're looking at Matt and Kelly."
"Antonio's been looking at you, too," Griffin added.
"Great," Sylvie sighed, leaning her head back. Violet shuffled so Sylvie's head landed in her lap, and she gave her partner a grateful smile. "Some years, I like the holidays better than others. I don't think I'll like them much this year."
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