Chicago Fire

Title: Our Time Now

Summary: Lieutenant Casey was just buried under the situations he was going through. EMT Paramedic, Gabriela Dawson was just a girl with so much of a hidden past. These two that will help each other with so much courage and faith, to get through anything that comes their way.

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It was nine months that fellow firefighter, Andy Darden had passed away on duty while putting out a building fire. To say the least, it was bound to happen to any of them, it was their job and they know the costs of it. It was a matter of a life or death situation. None of them knew it was coming. These firefighters have a duty to fulfill, it was to save someone else's life while risking their own. They signed up for it and this was of course was one of the risks of the job, but they loved it.

Lieutenant Casey was on the bricks. He was grieving hard and he knew that he should of came after Darden, when he went into that death trap. Maybe he would've been alive, if he went after him. But the situation was over now. Severide and him knew that fighting against each other would get them nowhere. And this is why they both agreed to get back to that friendship and brotherhood they had before all of this commotion had happened.

And then there was another part, he had just ended a five year relationship, a month ago with Dr. Hallie Thomas, a professional at Lakeshore Hospital, the hospital that their house fed into when on the call. She wasn't very committed to him. He wanted a family, she just wasn't ready. And ofcourse the knocker of all situations, he had walked into their apartment and found her making out with another guy.

Then, there was Dawson. He had known her ever since she had started working at 51. The first glimpse he made of her wasn't exactly subtle. But he had fallen in love with her from the start, he or she just hadn't known it yet. She is a sweet and caring girl. He had always looked out for her both on the call and off duty. He felt the need to protect her. She was so fragile and he just wanted to care for her. When she was on duty and taking care of a victim, he was always by her side, just in case the worst had really come to worse.

For instance, when they got the dispatch that there was four-car pile up in the hallway, Dawson was getting the victim out of the car and getting her to safety. That he was also in the van getting the door out, while he was underneath Dawson while she was getting the victim into the C-Collar, call that close quarters. The victim was out of danger and the van that they were both in suddenly caught on fire. His first instinct was to cover Dawson, she wasn't wearing her fire protection gear, she didn't think she needed it. His first move was covering her up with his jacket, and making sure the flames didn't touch her in any way. He wanted her to be safe. When his team had put out the fire, she jumped right out and him following suit. She looked at him with a thankful gaze and her big brown eyes were almost in tears, knowing that they almost lost each other. He was okay, and she was okay.

There was many other times where there was a crazy situation, and he and Dawson were on scene together. Her face is always so grateful that he got out of that situation unharmed and perfectly clean. They of course, wouldn't hug or physically contact each other on scene, because that was totally against protocol and Chief Boden would give them both a hard time back at the house. To sum it up altogether, he had feelings for Dawson for just more than a friend. He just didn't know how to act on it and nor did she. Everything was so piled up for all of them. And there was just really no time for a relationship, but he decided that if he didn't act upon it now, he will forever dwell on the fact that he let her slip out of his hands. He couldn't bare to see her with another guy.

That is when he found himself getting a pair of jeans on and his CFD jacket on, and his favorite CFD beanie. He found himself getting into his truck and going to the place where he needed to be and just spill it out.

Dawson's house.

He walked up the stairs leading to her front door, and just stared at it for the longest time ever. Whether or not, to knock on the door or forget it and just go back home. He was about to knock of the door, until Dawson opened it up. She was dressed up, looking like she was ready for a night at the club, but she looked beautiful as always. They just stared at each other, not knowing what either of them should do. Then when the silence was painful, he pulled her body to his and attacked her face with his lips. They both found each other within a five-second time. He walked inside still attached to her and closing the door behind him. He walked them both to the wall, and lightly pushed her up against it, gently without hurting her.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he gathered the courage to lift her legs onto his waist. Both of them ready to do some work in the bedroom. He pulled away for a second to catch some air, and without speaking he used his eyes to ask where her room was, and she nodded to the stairs that was a few feet away from them.

He was still carrying her upon his waist, and brought them to her room. Dropping clothes and articles of clothing on the way there. Putting her down on her bed, and taking off his shirt. He followed taking off the lovely piece of clothing that was putting up a barrier between his body and hers. Her dress. He unzipped it for her, and threw it somewhere in the room. He attached his lips to her neck, and started to drop hot kisses to each side while getting going further south, he unlocked the buttons to her bra, and once again threw it somewhere. Then came her underwear, and realizing that he was still in jeans he shook that off too, and looked at her granting the permission that he was able to continue to whatever this was leading to.

Getting hotter each time, both of them filling the room with moans when Casey was on the roll and pleasing her.

The morning after, they were both cuddled up naked underneath the blankets. He was starting to awake glancing at the clock beside the bed. He dropped kisses on the hollow spot of her neck, for her to also wake up.

"Good morning, I could wake up to this everyday" she said, with that beautiful voice of hers, while turning her head around to face his.

"Hi baby, did you sleep well?" he asked, with a soft and genuine smile.

"Yes I did, because a certain someone was here, keeping me up all night."

"Well, thank you. I'm glad you had fun last night." he winked.

"Casey, is this for real? Or am I just one of your one night stands?" she said in a serious tone.

"This is as serious as it can get. Dawson, I've had this chance a year ago, and I completely blew it. So, I cannot bare to ignore my feelings anymore, and this is what it had come to. You're it for me, Dawson. I've loved you for the longest time, and I'm ready to start this relationship. With that being said, will you be my girlfriend, Gabriela Dawson?"

"Yes, Matthew Casey, I will be your girlfriend. I love you so much." she said, while grabbing his face with her hands and kissing him on the lips.

The both of them had their make-out session, for however so minutes. Until Casey got out of bed, and started to find his boxers and pants. She followed suit, and walked over to where Matt's grey and yellow Lieutenant t-shirt was lying, picked it up and put it on with her bra and underwear, not even bothering to put on sweatpants. She poked him on the back, and he turned around.

"You look better in my clothes than I do. I could get used to seeing this sight everyday." He smiled, taking in her attire and the view in front of him.