A hell of an episode but I am sooooooooooo disappointed that Casey was just walking out of it compeltely fine...You know me...I LOVE whump!

So this is my turn on the episode. In this first chapter I wanted to describe the feelings and the thoughts of our beloved Lieutenants as well as Dawson's thoughts. I decided to make it a 2 or more shot...what do you think?

I am not quite satisfied with Chapter 1 but I wanted to post it as soon as possible. Hope you will like it nonetheless.

Please remember English isn't my first language but I am trying really hard :o)

Chapter 1 – Mayday

The sudden impact that came out of nowhere got Casey's body to nearly fly through the air. He could feel the seat belt cutting into his body, trying his best to hold him in place, to keep him from flying. He tried to hold onto something, to push himself back into position but there was nothing he could do. Pain was rushing through his body but he couldn't scream. Glass was raining down onto his right side like raindrops falling from the sky. He could feel it cutting into his cheek, his lip, his neck but what really got to him was the silence. Just seconds of peaceful silence. Like the world had come to a stop. They had been chatting before.

Why was it silent now?

Casey blinked heavily to get aware of his surroundings. He was clearly hanging in his seat belt now. Soft moans coming to his ears, coming out of his own mouth. What the hell had just happened?

Severide widened his eyes in shock as soon as he got aware of the scene right in front of him. Normally they where just behind 81 but today he had been so deeply in his thoughts that he had simply been late, just a few seconds. How could all of this happen in just a few seconds?

"Mayday mayday! This is Squad 3 to main." Severide shouted immediately trying his best to stay as calm as possible.

Casey!

He just had lost Shay. Casey had to be alright.

Dawson felt like she couldn't breath as soon as the Mayday from Severide came over the radio. She could hear that he was on edge, that he was scared and it took only a few seconds to let his words sink into her. Truck 81...collision...

Matt!

She had just lost Shay. Matt had to be alright.

"This is bad!" Severides voice echoed through her head while unbuckling herself, leaning out of the passenger side window to look out if she could see anything. She had to get there, had to help Matt.

"This is 61 to Main, we are closer to the accident then we are to the fire. You want us to take the accident instead?" She asked into the radio, her voice frantic. Time could be counting. She was lying to the dispatcher but that was nothing she was worried about right now. Matt had been in an accident. She needed to get there. Fast. She needed to know that he was okay.

Severide shouted his instructions towards his man as soon as he hopped out of the Squad car. Of course he climbing up towards Matt's window himself. He needed to see that he was okay. He needed to be okay. The other fire truck had collided with his side. This was not looking to good.

Angst was now floating through his body. He was afraid to look through that window. Afraid to see his friend hurt. Images of Shay washed over his mind and he had to pull himself together to keep concentrating, even if he just wanted to run away and hide somewhere save.

"You guys are alright? Any injuries?" He screamed, not able to see if there was anybody moving inside. All that meat him was silence.

"Casey! You okay?" He screamed finally convincing himself to look at the passenger seat where Casey was now facing him, not giving a damn to answer his question. "

Mouch is hurt. This is bad." He said while Severide opened his door. Casey was talking, he was okay.

Severide knew that Casey needed to be there for his man now. He wouldn't do any different but it got him worried that Matt hadn't said anything about his own condition.

Severide knew that he had to function now too. There were several victims and despite that Mouch wasn't looking to good. He needed to take care of them.

One by one.

Casey moaned out in pain as he climbed up to the side of the truck glad that nobody seemed to notice anything. His side was killing him but it was nothing he could worry about right now, his man needed his help.

Now.

Gabby hold her breath as soon as the ambulance came to a hold. The other truck had collided with Matt's side, getting Truck 81 to fall to the side. Severide was right. This was bad. There where debris everywhere. She was trained to stay calm in situations like this but with Matt's life at risk she couldn't swallow down the panic. Without hesitating she started to run towards Truck 81 but heard someone calling out her name immediately.

"Hey Gabby." She turned towards the voice, not recognizing in her panic that it had been Matt calling out for her.

"Matt!" She exhaled. He was okay.
"I am okay but we got a lot of guys who need help." He started to fill her in, not waiting for a second. She could see that he was in shock even if he wouldn't admit it.

"Matt!", she said to slow him down, touching one of the gashes on his cheek.

"I am okay Gabby. Take care of Mouch." He said before brushing her to the side, continuing to help Severide to conduct the rescue.

She watched him for a second. The wound's she had seen wouldn't need stitches but she was worried about his head. What if he had banged it due to the collision?

The fact that he was in shock alarmed her too. She needed to talk to him, to convince him to stand down, to let her check him over.

"Dawson!" It was Hermann who got her out of her thoughts. Casey was walking, he was talking, he was alright for the moment. Mouch needed medical help immediately.

They needed to get him to Lakeshore.

As soon as the situation was slowly starting to clear Matt walked a little further away from the trouble, leaning his body against a pillar in the shadow of Truck 81, trying his best to convince himself that he was alright. He hadn't used his right arm now but nobody seemed to noticed. The pain in his ribs was nearly to much to take and he could feel a great headache forming but he had to continue. The police was questioning Cruz, the Chief needed to talk to him. There was no time for this right now. He was a Lieutenant, his man where depending on him. He knew that he had been in shock. He could slowly feel the adrenaline leaving his body, getting him to feel the full amount of pain. He was starting to shake violently now but he tried his best to pull himself together. His man needed him right now. The world around him was starting to spin in circles but Casey tried to blink it. He couldn't give into the darkness. Not here. Not now.

"Anyone seen Casey?" Severide asked as soon as the last ambulance was on it's way to Lakeshore. He was turning around again, looking frantically for Casey. All he good was a head shake.

"Casey!" He called out not getting rid of the sick feeling in his gut.

"Guys has anyone seen Casey?" He asked a bit further away from Truck 66 getting Hermann to look at him with a puzzled expression.

"What's wrong?" He asked, spotting the building panic in Severide's eyes.

"I don't know. I can't find Casey."

"Maybe he left for Lakeshore?"

"Casey would never leave a scene without informing me first Hermann. You know that." Severide pointed out, shouting his friend's name again.

"Maybe he left with Dawson." Otis now said, receiving an angry look from Severide.

"He wouldn't leave the scene!" Severide said again before looking around again. He walked further towards 81. Maybe Matt had really left the scene. He had been in shock. Damn it he had recognized it. Why hadn't he told him to stand down?
"Capp get a look inside." He ordered Capp to climb up the truck again while he rounded the corner, his heart skipping a beat as he spotted the motionless figure on the ground.

"Oh damn it no! Casey!" He screamed hurrying towards his best friend.

"Casey talk to me." He said, turning him to his back, frantically searching for a pulse.

"This is Squad 3 to Main. We need an ambulance at the scene of the collision right now. We got a firefighter down!" He screamed not believing what was happening.

Severide was holding onto the lifeless body of his best friend, images of performing CPR on Shay mixing with Casey in front of him. He couldn't loose him. This just could not be happening. He needed to be okay.

….to be continued!

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