Dawson POV:

It was a normal day at the Firehouse, Otis cracking jokes, Peter cooking, Mouch watching TV. It felt right. Ever since I started dating Pete I was so much happier. I looked over at him, he look really concentrated chopping tomatoes. He glanced up at me and winked. I blushed, and let out a giggle. Shay caught my eye smiling at the two of us. RING! "Truck 81, Squad 3, Abulance 61 West View Av. Out of control building Fire" I walked next to Pete.

"Be careful" I whispered, and nudged his shoulder. He nodded and walked ahead. When we arrived at the scene I had a strong bad feeling about it. The fire was horrid. I got out of the ambo and prepared the stretcher then over heard the cheif say "Cruz, Mills, and Casey to the top!"

"Got it cheif" They said. I watched them get all their gear. Before Mills went in he turned around and gave me a slight nervous wave. I smiled back and gave him a thumbs up. It seemed like hours since I saw him. I got worried. I heard the guys voices over the microphone then.

"Shit! Casey! Are you okay man?" Mills voice rang clear, the radio somehow accidently on.

"Cheif! It's getting bad in here, Casey's down on the fourth floor, Mills is with him."

"Get outta there Cruz!" Cheif screamed. Severide stood up and started walking towards the building.

"KELLY! NO! It's too dangerous." He stepped back. Then Cruz came out of the building, smoking. He gasped, "MILLS! CASEY!" he screamed into the radio.

"I'm coming!" Mills sounded like he had been hit by a train then we heard a huge boom over the radio, then we saw the explosion. I screamed. Cruz rushed to the building in tears, Mouch and Otis had to hold him back. We waited. Half of the building was gone. Then, 10 minutes later we saw a figure hunched over with something on his back. All of the firefighters sprinted towards it. The hunched over figure was Mills, he had Casey and a 6 year old kid on his back. After Capp and Hadley took the kid and casey off him, he collasped onto the ground. We rolled the stretcher over to him as fast as possible. I turned him over, and took off his masked filled with fumes, to see his face completly gray and pitch black with smoke. He had a cut gushing from his head as well.

"Pete! Can you hear me?" I got no response. Casey stood up and ran over to us along with Cruz.

"Is he okay? He saved me, He..." Casey struggled with talking and became choked up. "He saved me."