Songs & Fire [Brett and Casey]

One

One

Song: One by Lewis Capaldi

Thanks to my awesome guest who suggested I do this song! I am now totally addicted to it.

*Please keep the suggestions coming people they really put me in the mood to write!

Long hours in a few dying flowers but you never seem to stick around

How could you let something so good, go to waste and bleed the colors out?

You don't know what you got 'til it's gone

Know when it's right 'til it's wrong

In search of perfect when you had it with you all along

You broke your heart down with ease

Now I'm picking up every piece

You must be so hard to please

Brett paced the white-tile floor over and over again. 'Why is she back?' She thought. 'I thought she was gone. Gone for good. But why now?'

TWO HOURS EARLIER

"Hey, Brett do you think that guy would have waited until we got there to pull his arm out of the chair?" Asked a slightly slap-happy Foster as she carefully maneuvered ambulance sixty-one back into its designated parking spot at the firehouse. Brett laughed out loud as she got out of the passenger seat.

"Probably not. That guy was so drunk, I'm afraid he would have ripped his arm out had we not got there when we did."

It was almost as if Brett could sense it before it happened. Whatever "it" was, she didn't know. All she knew when she stepped out into the garage of sixty-one is that the air felt different and she had this immediate sick feeling in her stomach.

She gave you love but it wasn't enough

You had your mind set out on other things

Can't sleep at night, now you're paying the price

You let another come and take your place

You don't know what you got 'til it's gone

Know when it's right 'til it's wrong

In search of perfect when you had it with you all along

You broke your heart down with ease

Now I'm picking up every piece

You must be so hard to please

Kidd, Severide, and Cruz came out of the kitchen to greet them. All three of them shared the same look. A look of sorrow and what almost seemed like...guiltiness.

"What's wrong?" Quietly asked Brett.

'Yeah, why do you all look like your puppy just got ran over?" Called Foster.

Cruz looked at both Stella and Kelly then slowly took a breath and began to tell Brett news she never wanted to hear.

"Brett..."

"What? What is it, Joe? You're all starting to really scare me."

"Listen, while you were both on call...Dawson came."

"What do you mean Dawson came? Is she here?"

"Yeah, she's here. She wanted to see everyone and...Casey."

"Casey?" Slowly whispered Brett.

"Yeah, they are talking right now."

"She's still here." She asked slightly disoriented.

"Yeah. We think she might have wanted to see you too."

Brett just stood there noding feeling completely numb and heartbroken.

That was all two hours ago. Now she stood pacing back and forth with a headache the size of Texas. 'What does she want?' 'She left over a year ago. One year. Why now? Why did she have to come back now?'

Every time she heard a noise Brett's head would shoot up thinking it was someone, hopefully, Casey, coming to talk to her and check on her. But it wasn't. Over and over again. It felt like she already lost him.

'Why is he still talking to her? What can you be talking about for over two hours? The weather? No. Right? No. She's probably telling him how much she missed him and wants him back.'

"Hey, you okay?" Asked a highly worried Stella since she had never seen Brett pace so much.

"Hmmm?"

"You okay?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. I just wish this shift would hurry up and be over."

It was then that Brett looked up and caught sight of him. He was happy. Actually smiling. Smiling for christ's sake. 'He's never smiled that way with me.' She sadly thought. 'And he probably never will because he loves her. He still loves his ex-wife. I mean he calls her name out at night. Not my name, her name. Gabby.'

Brett froze as Gabby turned to the ground and picked up a blonde, curly-headed little boy who looked a little over a year old. Casey still smiled. He smiled like his life was just put back together. He had all the pieces. Pieces he never had with her. Pieces it seemed he never wanted with her.

"He's gone." Softly cried, Brett.

He's gone.

You know, I wish I could say

"Thank you for all the mistakes"

"Thank you for all of the pain"

I guess somebody else's loss is another's

Oh, I wish I could say

"Thank you for all the mistakes"

"Thank you for all of the pain"

I guess somebody else's loss is another's gain

I'm saying thank you to the one who let her get away

Away

Thanks again to my awesome guest for suggesting this song. I hope I did it justice. ;)