June 1997...
Gabriela Dawson is a Junior in High School. Antonio Dawson is in the process of completing his training at the Chicago Police Academy.
Fast forward to 2013 (Mid-season 1 of Chicago Fire)
Antonio is a top Detective in Vice. Gaby is...
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Antonio was still spinning from the news that Voight had delivered. He knew that Billy Fraser hadn't been Josie's biological dad but he sure as hell didn't expect her biological dad to be his boss and a man he had put behind bars. He knew that Dixie didn't want Josie to know the truth, but they had been hiding behind lies and secrets for the last 15 years. He sighed. They were all spending the night at Josie's. They had decided that it would be easier for her to recover if she was in her own home. He looked at the dash clock. "Fuck." It was late. He hadn't had the chance to discuss much with her yet. He didn't know if she or Dixie were still up. He just prayed that all four kids were sound asleep. He parked his car in his own driveway and walked across the street to Josie's. He knocked on the door. He paced on the porch while waiting for someone to let him in. He didn't want to ring the bell and wake the whole house up. Finally, the door opened.
"Hey." Antonio smiled.
"Hey, yourself." Josie smiled back. "It took a long time. Everything okay?"
"Yeah... uh, I guess... is your mom still up?"
"No, she went to bed a while ago... she's jetlagged." Josie sighed. "The kids were a little harder to get to sleep, but all of them are out now... I've been waiting for you."
Antonio walked in the house. "Wow. You changed everything."
"It's kinda easy to do that when the original was blown to smithereens... plus remember, I hated that hospital white." She closed the door behind him.
"Is there somewhere private where we can talk?"
"The news that bad?" Josie arched an eyebrow.
"Not necessarily that bad... but it's... it's something." Antonio ran his hand through his hair.
"Let's go to my room. No one would question that."
"Jo, you sure you want to head straight there?"
"You planning on taking advantage of me, Antonio?"
"Well, no."
"Then, we can go to my room. We're adults, Antonio... we've got two kids already... two more on the way... you have two other children... come on... we've known each other a long time."
"Okay, lead the way." Antonio gestured.
Josie led him up the stairs and to her room. He noticed that the house was filled with colour and artwork. He recognized some of the art as Dominican art that he had grown up with. She opened the door at the end of the hall.
"Wow." He said as he walked in.
Josie closed the door. "Yep."
The room was a soft yellow colour with lavender trim. There was an orchid painting hanging over the bed and it screamed Josie.
