Title: Firechild

Author: Desi

Rating: K+

Summary: The one with the sweet baby. Two-shot.

Prompt: The idea is for chicago fire and the idea is that dawson has a secret that secret is that she has a child no one from the fire house knows not even shay. One day her daughters school catches on fire and she has to tell everyone the smae day shay admits her feelings for dawson then you can take it from there. Thanks in advance for considering it.

A/N: Based on a prompt by the lovely [Annajenkin], whose prompt I had so many ideas for, and finally landed on this one. I hope you like it, love and thank you for your prayers.

Part I

September, Firehouse 51, Thursday, 7:47AM

"Morning! Morning. Morning." Dawson greeted each and every one of her coworkers with a vibrant smile as she trekked her way through the squad room and down the corridor to the locker room. Their returning stares and quizzical expressions were partly due to her recent mood swings. For the past week, she'd seemed more stressed than normal.

Tiptoeing behind her partner, Dawson put her hands over the blonde's eyes. "Guess who?"

"Why Severide what small hands you have." Shay teased. "You know what that means."

Dawson rolled her eyes and removed her hands from Shay's. "You're such an ass."

Shay gave a half-shrug as Dawson rounded her and dropped her gym bag on the bench.

"Are you less bitchy today?"

"Hey, I wasn't bitchy. I was worried."

"About?"

It was Dawson's turn to shrug. "Nothing."

"You were worried about nothing?" Shay's tone made it clear that she didn't believe a word that Dawson was saying.

"Shay," Dawson replied, exasperated. Leslie put her hands up in surrender.

"Okay, you don't want to talk about it, fine. I get it." Leslie tied her shoelaces. "What we can talk about is you and me tonight at Molly's." She stood to her full height and closed the small distance between herself and Gabriela. "What do you say?"

The Latina looked up at her blonde counterpart, her cheeks heating at the way Shay stared at her. "Can I let you know?"

Shay pushed a loose curl out of Dawson's face. "Come on. Just say yes."

Rolling her eyes, playfully, Dawson looked down. "Fine. Yes."

"Good."

'Adult male unconscious, three-one-eight Robinson Drive; ambulance 61', the PA system announced. Dawson slipped her belt buckle through the loop and shut her locker while Leslie jogged ahead of her to start the truck. Fifteen seconds later they were buckled into their seats and off to save a life.

Molly's, Chicago, 12:22AM

Together, Gabriela and Leslie had revived a near dead man in the field not ten hours ago.

"To Dawson and Shay, two badass life-savers who are also hot as hell." Severide toasted. The group of firefighters who'd come to celebrate the two women raised their drinks high, proud of their team members.

"To Dawson and Shay," they cheered and tapped their beer bottles and glasses against whoever's were closest.

Once the attention on them died down and people carried on their own conversations, Shay caught Dawson's gaze and subtly gestured towards the exit. Dawson nodded in the affirmative and moments later they were walking down the street, enjoying one of the last summer's breeze.

"So, are you ready to talk yet?" Shay asked, shoving her fists into the front pockets of her jeans.

"I-." Dawson sighed. "Not yet."

"Well, let me say something and hopefully it makes things easier for you." Shay suggested. They made a right onto Main and continued to walk at a snail's pace. "We've been partners for almost five years now and I think we've become more than just coworkers."

"Shay, you know we have."

"And then there are moments like that where I'd like to think we're more than friends, too, but you're so cryptic that I'm not really sure what to think. I feel like you're keeping something from me, and while I'm not sure what it is, I do feel like it has something to do with us."

Dawson sighed. Shay was right; and keeping something from her was so hard. Especially with the way Dawson felt for her best friend. Over the years, the subtle touches and glances had made Dawson think that maybe she and Shay could be more. But there were things that Gabriela had to tell her if they were going to start working towards an official relationship.

"Okay. So, how's this for honest?" Dawson stopped and Shay followed suit, turning towards her confidant. Taking two steps until their bodies were flush against one another, Dawson reached up over with both hands, taking Shay's face in them. Slowly, and a little unsure, Gabriela pressed her lips against the blonde's.

Just as slowly, they pulled apart, eyes opening and they looked at each other.

"Well, that was new."

Giggling, Dawson wrapped her arms around Shay's waist, and Shay snaked her arm around Dawson's neck. Together, they turned back towards Main Street and continued walking.

"You're a good kisser."

"Thanks, I practiced." Shay quipped.

"Shut up."

"Fine, don't believe me."

"Who did you practice on?"

"I've got a stuffed rabbit at home named Gabby." Shay told her with a deadpan seriousness. That earned her loud laughter from Gabriela.

"You're such a creep."

Taking another right, they walked slowly back towards Molly's. "Okay, so, how about I take you on a date tomorrow night, and we talk a little more about where this is going?"

"Leslie Elizabeth Shay, is this how you ask all of your conquests out on dates? Am I finally seeing the magic?"

Through laughter, Shay said, "Shut up. I'm being sincere here. And you aren't a conquest."

"I know. I know." Her chuckles faded. "I think a date would be perfect."