Hi! So this is my first try at a Chicago Fire FIC. I started watching the show and I fell in love. Mostly with Mr. Taylor Kinney who plays Lt. Kelly Severide. This will switch back and forth between POV's and also I won't follow the episodes but I will pick up some things that happened in episodes. Anyway, like I said, first try, so be gentle and I hope yall enjoy!

Chapter 1

Ella laughed as she leaned over the nurse's desk and her friend chatted away about the various men and women that had been in and out of the ER that night.

"So look, right before you got here this like 90 year old man pinched Dr. Addison right on her butt." Beth laughed. Ella laid her head in her hands and tried to hide her laugh as Dr. Addison approached them.

"Beth, did you tell her?!" Vicky Addison asked as her face turned red.

"It's ok Vicky, it's not like it hasn't happened to us all." Ella said patting her friend on the arm.

"Yeah well I refuse to go back in there. So here, you take him." Vicky said passing Ella the file. Ella pursed her lips and shook her head.

"No, no, I took that man with the pee stains last night." Ella said.

"Seniority Dr. Dennison. I've been here much longer." Vicky said in a sing song voice as she chuckled.

"I really hate you." Ella said. Vicky tapped her friend on the nose and skipped away. Ella rolled her eyes and turned to Beth, she missed the fact that her sleeve slid up her arm and her blue and purple wrist came into view.

"Whoa, what happened here?" Beth asked pointing to the bruise that wrapped around her friend's wrist.

"Nothing, nothing, I must've hit it on something." Ella smiled as she tugged her sleeve back down. Beth gave her a wary glance and Ella smiled reassuringly.

"I'll see you soon." She smiled and headed into her new patient's room.

Ella slid out of her car and made sure her garage door was closed as she went into her house. She locked the door and frowned as soon as she saw the laundry lying in the floor. She moved into the living room and spotted the source of all her trouble. Her ex husband, sitting happily on her couch watching TV.

"I asked you to do the laundry today." She said as she sat down her purse.

"Yeah, I heard you." He said. Ella ground her teeth and crossed her arms. She'd married Bennet Sanders 3 years ago, he had been her high school sweet heart, but after just two years of marriage they'd quickly learned they just weren't compatible. They'd divorced and shortly after Bennet had lost his job. They'd stayed on friendly terms and Ella had invited him to move in with her until he got back on his feet, unfortunately that was a year ago, and instead of looking for a job, he sat on his ass all day and drank. Ella grabbed the three beer bottles on the counter and tossed them in the trash.

"I was saving those." He called from the couch. Ella looked up as him as she washed her hands and frowned again. He was drunk, she could tell.

"For what exactly?" Ella asked. She immediately regretted it, she knew better than to push his buttons when he was drunk. He stood up and stomped toward her.

"Why do you want to make me mad, I love you Ella, but when you piss me off, I just can't help but want to hit you." He growled in her ear. Ella pushed away from him and lifted the phone.

"You keep your hands off me. I feel bad for you Bennet, because I know what addiction does to people, but if you touch me again, I'll call the police." She said. He looked at the phone and laughed.

"What are the cops going to do Ella? Arrest me? I'll be in jail less than 2 days, and when I get out, I'll come right back baby. You invited me in the house to live here, you can't kick me out." He smirked.

"I'll get a restraining order." Ella said, she was starting to get scared, but she wouldn't dare show it. He laughed again and ripped the phone out of her hand and threw it aside. It crashed to the floor and broke. Ella couldn't help but jump as it hit the floor and broke with a loud bang.

"What are you going to do if I come around? Throw it at me?" he asked laughing some more. He leaned in and pressed his body against hers.

"Get off me." she growled and shoved against his chest. He grabbed her wrists and jerked them down. She winced in pain as the bruised area was again harmed. He leaned down and pressed his lips to her neck and Ella tired not to gag as the overwhelming smell of alcohol slipped into her nose. Ella jerked with all her might and freed her right hand. He didn't expect it as she slammed her fist into his nose. He stumbled backward and blood began to run down his face and shirt. His blood was full of alcohol so it was running freely.

"You bitch!" he yelled and came towards her. Ella didn't expect him to hit back but he did, and hard. His fist hit her cheek hard and snapped her head around and into the wall behind her. Ella scrambled but she wasn't about the back down. She quickly ripped away from him and grabbed her cell phone. He knocked it away and onto the counter. Her heart raced as she went to grab it but he grabbed her around the neck and shoved her to the floor. Ella cried out as his foot connected with her ribcage. She grabbed the edge of the bar and slowly pulled herself to her feet as he backed away for a moment to catch his breath. She reached for her phone as Bennet caught his breath. He ripped her away from the counter and slammed his fist into her face again. She tasted blood in her mouth as pain exploded around her mouth. He shoved her hard and she stumbled into the counter toward the sink. But right in front of her was her ceramic soap dish that her mother had given her for Christmas. As his hand tangled in her hair she reached out and wrapped her hand around the ceramic dish. He jerked her back by her head and she swung around. The dish connected with his head and he stumbled backward and fell to the ground. She quickly grabbed her phone and dialed 911.

"911 what's your emergency?" the operator asked.

"My name is Ella Dennison I live at 55 Woodland Avenue, and my Ex husband and I got into a fight." She said as slowly and calmly as possible. She leaned down and pressed her fingers to his throat, feeling for a pulse.

"I'm dispatching officers to your location as we speak. Are you both ok? Is anyone injured?" she asked.

"I'm fine, he hit me but I'm fine. He has a steady pulse but he's knocked out, I hit him with my soap dish." Ella said softly. The operator paused for a moment before she continued.

"Ok ma'am, officers will be at your location shortly. Please stay on the phone with me." she said quietly. Ella took a shaky breath as she eased toward the front door. She saw the police car's coming down the residential street, lights on, no sirens. They pulled into her driveway and Ella unlocked the door and opened it.

"They're here." Ella said.

"Ok, ma'am, have a good night." the operator said. The line went dead as the cops approached the door, their hands resting on their sidearms.

"Ma'am I'm Officer Davis, this is Officer Samuels. We're here about the domestic disturbance." He said looking over her face.

"Need EMS to 55 Woodland Avenue." Officer Davis said.

"Ma'am are you feeling any discomfort, headache, nauseas, dizziness." He asked nodding toward her face. She must have some kind of bruising from where he hit her.

"No, no I'm fine. I just need help with him." she pointed. They slowly made their way inside and stopped when they saw Bennet laid out in the floor.

"Need EMS to 55 Woodland Avenue for two." One of the officers said into their radio again.

"He's alive, I'm a doctor, I know." Ella said softly. The officer looked back at her and nodded.

"Ok, ma'am what happened?" he asked.

"Um, he's my ex husband. He lives with me because I offered him a place to stay after he lost his job and home, I mean we were on good terms, but then he started drinking and he's been like this for a few months now. Tonight he grabbed me and tried to force himself on me. I hit him, he hit back. I was scared, so I hit him with the soap dish." She said gesturing to the ceramic dish that was still intact on the floor.

"Ok. Alright." He nodded and jotted down the information as an ambulance pulled up outside. Two paramedics rushed into the house. One turned to her, the other turned to Bennet.

"I'm fine, I'm really fine." She said to the paramedic.

"Dr. Dennison?" the young girl asked. Ella smiled innocently and felt incredibly embarrassed over this whole thing.

"Yeah, hey Katy." Ella said.

"He's fine. He's coming too. We'll need to transfer him to the hospital to make sure there is no concussion, but after that he's all yours." The young male paramedic said as he looked over Bennet.

"Good, I'll ride along. Mrs. Dennison, would you be interested in pressing charges?" he asked turning to her. She looked down at the man and she felt truly sorry for him.

"How long will he be in jail?" she asked.

"Well ma'am that depends on how high the judge sets his bail. If he's able to afford it he'll be released until his hearing." The officer said. Ella swallowed the lump in her throat and she nodded.

"Ok, press charges." Yeah, she nodded she needed this, she needed to be free of Bennet.