"Myka!"

"Pete...help me!" Pause. "Pete?"

"Myka...cough...I can't..."

"...cough...Pete?"

Casey sat down at the dinner table, his eyes gleaming at the idea of Peter Mill's chicken. "Hey, Severide, pass the chicken!" he called. "Stop hogging it!"

"Wait your turn, buddy!" Severide called back.

Casey smirked at Shay, who was sitting beside him. "Tell your roommate to pass the chicken."

Shay shook her head, somewhat in laughter, somewhat in disagreement. "I don't want it," she said, "so I would gain nothing out of pissing him off."

"You don't want it?" Peter looked over at Shay, his eyes wide. "What's wrong with you? I even made sure it was a free range chicken, just how you like it!" He frowned slightly. "Cut me some slack, already!"

Say all but giggled. "I've gone vegetarian," she said, shoving a piece of lettuce into her mouth.

Mouch sighed. "More like gone loco crazy." He paused. "Why would you go vegetarian when we have Peter Mills cooking for us?"

Shay opened her mouth to respond, but was cut short.

"Bring! Squad 3, Truck 81, Ambulance 61, House fire."

Immediately, everyone at the table sprang into action, dinners left to get cold. Shay grabbed a hair tie off her wrist as she ran out the door with everyone else. When you worked as a paramedic, you learnt to tie your hair up.

Dawson swung her passenger door to the ambulance open and hopped in. "So," she said once Shay was in and the vehicle speeding off down the road, sirens blaring, "Why did you decide to become vegetarian?" She paused. "Does it have to do with the whole baby thing?"

"Yeah." Shay skidded around a corner. "It's supposed to be healthier, and obviously I want what's best for the baby."

Dawson smiled. "I'm really happy for you, Shay."

"What?" Shay asked, glancing over at her partner. "Thanks?"

"I really am," Dawson insisted. "I'm really happy that you're happy." Her eyes narrowed. "Wait, is that the smoke from the fire?"

"Holy..." Shay breathed. "Let's hope there's no one in the building." She slammed on the brakes. "This really doesn't look good."

"Wow, that is one wicked fire!" Peter Mills looked out in shock as the fire engine screamed to a stop.

Casey jumped out the engine, all his gear already on. He shielded his eyes. "Cruz! Mills! Vent the roof! Herman! Otis! We're going in!" Casey pulled his mask over his face.

Severide called out orders to his own team, everyone running everywhere. "Casey, I'm coming in with you!" Receiving a thumbs up, Severide followed Casey and his team up to the burning house.

"Pete..."

"Cough...I'm coming-cough-Myka!"

"I can't-cough-I...I-"

"Myka!"

Sweat slipped down Casey's head. Even with fire resistant clothing, fires still got pretty hot. "Fire department!" he yelled once again. "Anyone here?" No response.

Severide was also yelling. Neighbours said the home owners were on a cruise in the Caribbean, but they had seen two adults go into the house about an hour again.

Severide was considering arson.

He was also considering how nice it would be to be on that Caribbean cruise right now. Really, really nice.

"Severide?!"

Severide recognized Casey's voice in his headset. "Yeah?"

Casey peered around a corner. "I think I found the two people who were seen coming in to here." He paused. "I...um..."

Severide blinked. "Casey?" Pause. "Casey, where are you?" He pulled at the radio on his coat. "Casey said he found the two adults. I don't know their condition, but I'm going to check it out. Tell Dawson and Shay to be ready."

"Severide, hey, do you believe in the supernatural?"

"What?" Severide looked around the room, then walked out into the smoky hallway of the home. "Casey, what's wrong?" He spotted a dash of yellow off in the distance. "Casey, where's Otis and Herman?"

Casey's jaw opened and closed, as if he didn't know what to say. "Uh, upstairs. Are you coming?"

"Yeah, right behind you." Severide walked quickly, but he made sure he was still aware. Losing your head in a fire could kill you. Or, it could kill one of your crew men. "Here. What's up?"

Casey didn't acknowledge Severide's hand on his shoulder. "Just...look." He moved out of the way so Severide could see what he was gaping at.

Severide peered into the room beside Casey. "The hell...?"

"I don't know," Casey said quietly. "Do you?"

Severide shook his head slowly. "What do we do?" He paused as the fire around them grew hotter. "Casey, man, we gotta go get...them. This house is going to go down around them."

"Yeah," Casey said slowly. "Just…how do we…get at the lady?"

"Myka..."

"Casey! You grab the lady, I got the man!"

"Severide, watch out. We don't know what they have! It could be some kind of explosive!"

" I think this one's conscious. Hey, can you hear me? I'm with the Chicago fire department." Pause. "My name's Severide, Kelly Severide. We're pulling you and your wife out, okay?"

"Cough...Myka?"

"Hey, Casey, I think her name's Myka or something!"

"Got it!" Pause. "Damn! Ow! There's some sort of...field around her."

"It's-cough-a piece of Shadrach's tunic."

"What? Dude, you're out of it. We'll get you and your wife out, okay? Casey! Take this guy to Dawson and Shay! I'll start trying to get this woman out." Pause. Crackle of radio. "Squad three! Get in here!"

"Casey! What do we have?"

Casey lumbered over to the waiting stretcher, a man lying fairly limp in his arms. "Think his name's Pete. He's not really all here." He placed Pete down on the stretcher where Dawson immediately slipped an oxygen mask over his head. "The wife's...stuck, though"

"Hey, I 'm Dawson with the Chicago paramedic services. What's your name?"

"She's not my wife," the man mumbled, "she's my partner, Myka."

Dawson smiled. "Well then," she said. "It's Pete, right?" She continued as Pete nodded. "Okay, Pete, does it hurt anywhere?"

Pete didn't nod or shake. "You need to get Myka out." He paused, taking in a deep, oxygenated breath. "Shadrach's tunic will only keep her safe for so long."

Shay looked at Dawson, then at Peter, her lips twisted. "Pete, did you hit your head?" She leant over and began to feel his head for bumps. "I'm concerned you might have head injury. Are you aware of what's going on?"

"I didn't hit my head!" Pete insisted. He pushed Shay away and sat up, yanking the mask off his face. "We were looking for John Orr's match box, and Artie gave us Shadrach's tunic to keep us safe!" He batted away Dawson who tried to place the oxygen mask back over his face. "You don't believe me?"

Dawson smiled kindly. "You're hurt, Mr..."

"Lattimer. Pete Lattimer."

"Mr. Lattimer." Dawson's eyebrows crinkled. "We need to get you and your partner to the hospital to get you checked out, all right?"

Pete sighed. "They never believe me." With that, he flopped back against the stretcher. "Fine. But first, you get Myka out."

Shay turned to Casey, who was for some reason just standing there. He was slightly shocked by the presentation of the man he pulled out of the fire. "Shouldn't you go get her or something?"

Casey waved his hand dismissively. "Naw, Severide and the rest of Squad three is in there." He paused. "She's...trapped."

Pete frowned. "I told you, that's Shadrach's tunic. But since it's been in storage for so long in the purple goo, it only partially works. The smoke was getting in!"

Casey stared at Pete. "Okay, you know, I'm going to go help Mills get the hose ready," he said. "You get this guy to the hospital. His partner will be fine."

"No, no!" Pete tried to get up, but Dawson grabbed his legs. "You gotta let me wait for Myka!" He struggled against the girls as Shay strapped him down. "Please!"

Dawson shook her head sadly. "She'll be fine, Pete." She and Shay loaded him into the ambulance. "Casey, you sure?"

"I'm sure," Casey said firmly. "We'll get her out, Pete. Don't worry."