"Glad to see I can leave 51 and everything's gonna be just where I left it when I get back." Dawson comes into the apparatus floor, at the end of the day once the skies turned dark, wearing her C.F.D. academy grays.
"Yeah, it has been a slow shift," says Mills.
"We've only gone out twice." Capp agrees.
"Oh, be glad." she rubs her hands together. "It is cold as hell out there. Where's Otis and Herrmann?" She turns to me.
"Inside," I gesture and we head in together.
"Oh, my God." the two of us stop and everyone turns to us. It smells as though someone is dying in here. "What is that smell?"
"Impending gastric distress." Mouch replies sarcastically from his usual spot on the couch.
"Ha, ha." Cruz appears from behind the kitchen counter wearing an apron with food stains on it. "Very funny."
"Cruz is cooking? Since when?" Dawson giggles.
"Since Mills jumped to Squad, and we haven't gotten a replacement candidate. We all drew straws." says Herrmann.
"We all lost," adds Otis.
"Hey! This is authentic Dominican cuisine, all right? Just because you can't appreciate the aroma doesn't mean that the taste isn't gonna blow your hair back, huh? Just got to broaden your horizons a little." Cruz defends himself.
"Yeah, broaden them all the way to Manny's for a Reuben sandwich." Herrmann says.
Cruz lets Dawson taste a little from the wooden spoon. "Authentic, right?"
"Oh, it's definitely something." She gargles and spits the contents of her mouth into Otis' bowl of soup. We all grimace as Otis pushes it away from him no longer interested in his dinner. "So, what's up?" She takes a seat and sips Herrmann's OJ.
"Well Since we're gonna have to be doing some repairs to Molly's, maybe now is the time to make some modifications moving forward." Herrmann says.
"Exactly," nods Otis in agreement. "It's the perfect time to add a little stage area and get some karaoke action going."
"Well, I always thought that Molly's would benefit from, like, a more intimate, upscale vibe, right?" Dawson chips in. "Softer lighting, maybe a few tapas on the menu."
"I think we're getting ahead of ourselves here." Herrmann stops them.
"Why can't we mix things up a little bit?"
"I don't understand what you mean!"
"What's the point of changing anything then?"
Everyone talks at once and it's hurting my brain.
The alarm sounds and I thank God.
"Hey, you guys mind if I ride along?" asks Dawson.
"Of course not." I reply and we go to Vermont and 127th street to help the single car accident that we've been called to.
When we arrive we see that a car has smashed into a transformer which has snapped it and caused quite a scene. "There's a guy still in there." One of the public yells to us through the snow and freezing cold.
"Get back!" Severide tells them all before he and Capp jog up to the window of the car and try to assess the damage.
I rub my hands together to warm them up and then pull on a pair of gloves, shifting from foot to foot. It truly is freezing.
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I Am Morgan
FanfictionJessica Morgan. That's a name you'll never forget. Despite having no family at all, despite all the things she's seen and witnessed and fought, she keeps on going. She's an inspiration. She's strong. As paramedic on Ambulance 61 she rushes around...
