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A/N: SOOOOOOO I know I haven't been active in my other storied BUT this Brettonio idea WOULD NOT leave me alone so I had the obligation to write it and post it so Enjoy.

Truck 81, Truck 51, Squad 3, Ambulance 61, Battalion chief 25, multiple shots fired….

Gabby looked at Matt from the other end of the common room, giving him a pleading look to be careful before she followed Sylvie to the rig to get to the scene.

"Let's hope it's not too bad out there." Sylvie wished out loud as Gabby peeled away from the curb.

"Everything's going to be fine." Gabby reassured Brett. Sure they both hated these kinds of calls but Gabby also knew that the guys would never let anything happen to them. The drive was short towards one of the poorer parts of Chicago and both truck and squad stopped facing each other, putting both trucks between the gunfire and the ambo.

"Stop shooting, Chicago Fire Department." Matt yelled, everyone taking position behind their respective rigs.

Gabby and Brett were lying flat on their stomachs, trying to see what was going on. The next gunshot and a body fell to the side, both paramedics jumping. They got up and ran towards the side of squad, Brett putting the jump bag against her shoulder.

"There's no way that we can make it to him if they don't stop shooting." Brett complained, looking up to see multiple shooters in the windows of the building. They stopped in their tracks as they heard tires screech, police cars coming to a stop.

"CHICAGO PD, PUT THE GUNS DOWN." Five black cars were surrounding Firehouse 51's rigs, the Intelligence taking cover behind their opened doors, guns pointing towards the building.

"Cover us Antonio." Gabby made eye contact with her brother and he nodded before both girls made a run for the man that was lying in the grass, blood coming out of his right flank. Gabby put pressure on the wound while Brett got everything ready to patch him up, both praying that they weren't too late. They managed, under fire, to get back to the rig and Gabby sped towards Chicago Med.

Dr Choi was there to greet them and they took the victim into a trauma room to get fixed, the girls going to fill in the paperwork.

"Hey, you ok?" Gabby asked Brett who had her nose down on the paperwork.

"Yeah I'm good why?" Sylvie gave Gabby her best smile but she wasn't buying it.

"You've been really quiet on the way in here, you let me take the lead."

"I'm fine, really." Gabby chose to accept that answer but she knew something was bothering her friend and she had a small inkling as to what it was.

Another ambulance came in with another victim, Antonio and Voight not too far behind. Brett followed them with her eyes but quickly returned to what she was doing. She hadn't seen him in a while and her heart was aching for him still.

Antonio walked into Med, Voight at his side and he couldn't help but notice the blonde paramedic that was filling her paperwork. His stare lingered on her, the pang in his heart still there. He shook his head and went into the room to interrogate the man they had come in with.

"I'll wait for you in the rig Brett."

"Yeah, I'll be right out." She smiled at her before returning to the last of the form she was filling. She let herself look in the direction Antonio had gone for only a few seconds and she immediately regretted it, getting caught staring by him. She put her head down and tried to ignore what she was feeling inside.

"Are we done here sarge?" Antonio wondered as they stepped out of the room, information in hand.

"Yeah, we're good." Voight had caught the whole interaction between the two and he hopped that they'd be able to talk. "You still have a few minutes." He patted his shoulder before Antonio took his leave, heading in Sylvie's direction.

Brett finished the paperwork and slammed the chart on Maggie's desk. "Here you go Maggie, all done." Both women smiled at each other and Sylvie turned to leave, only to slam in a hard body.

"I'm sorry." Antonio had his hands on her arms to keep her on her feet. "I didn't mean to scare you."

"Antonio." Sylvie's voice was small but her heart was pounding in her ears from being so close to him.

"I was hoping we could grab some dinner together, talk." He asked, hopeful.

"I'm sorry Antonio, I can't." She pulled away and quickly walked out of Med, leaving a stunned Antonio in the middle of the station.

Voight watched from afar, feeling sorry for his detective. "Come on, we have to go back to the district." Antonio simply sighed and followed his sargent back to the 21st.

The ride back to 51 was quiet, almost too quiet for Gabby's taste. "Did something happen back there?"

"Nothing. It's nothing."

"You know that I have eyes right?"

"Gabby." Sylvie sounded desperate in that moment, desperate for Gabby not to push the subject of her brother.

At her friend's plea, Gabby simply dropped it but decided to keep an eye on her, ready to lend an ear or a shoulder when and if she needed it. Sylvie left for the bunks as soon as Gabby parked the rig in its place in the firehouse.

Gabby tried texting Antonio to have more info but he didn't answer her. She checked again when shift ended and tried calling but it went to voicemail after ringing several times. She watched as Sylvie left like a ghost and she decided to make it back to hers and Matt place, Matt staying behind to finish paperwork.

Antonio returned to the 21st, his mind filled with thoughts of Sylvie Brett. The case was pretty much done with but Voight wanted a report done before they all left. Voight looked on as most of the team left but Antonio still lingered, his mind clearly elsewhere.

"Where's your mind at?" He looked up at the sound of Voight's voice.

"Somewhere else." He sighed, confessing.

"Does this have to do with that paramedic Sylvie Brett?"

"I messed up." He simply said.

"Maybe you need to go fix it."

"It's hard to do that when she won't even talk to me." He finally stood and handed his report in before simply taking his leave, not another word spoken between the two.

Antonio went back to his apartment, trying to put his thoughts in order. He knew Voight was right about fixing it. He knew that if he didn't do something, anything, that he'd regret it and if he was real with himself, some part of him had disappeared since she had walked out of his life.

He had found a carefree view on life that he had forgotten about from the last years he had spent married to Laura. He showered to clear his mind and half way through a beer, he decided it was time to do something. He stopped on his way to Sylvie's to a Chinese restaurant they had liked to order from before and grabbed her favourite along with a pack of beer and headed straight to her place. He had no idea what he was going to say to her but he'd figure that out once he'd manage to convince her to listen to him.

He stayed in his parked car in front of her apartment complex and looked up towards her floor, taking in a deep breath before stepping out of his truck and making his way towards her door. He took one last deep breath before he raised his hand to the door and knocked.

Brett had fallen into a troubled sleep, her mind not letting her forget their meeting at Med. She woke up feeling more tired than she had been upon getting home so she was convinced that a shower was the only thing that would help her get the constant fog that her head was still in cleared. She kept busy tidying her apartment and when the sun started coming down, she figured that she'd try to get some take out, not wanting to get out for the rest of the day.

She picked up the phone and was about to call for her order when there was a knock on her door.

"Who the hell could be here at this hour?" She pondered out loud. She stood from her couch and walked towards the people. Sure she lived in a safe neighbourhood but at this hour at night, when she wasn't expecting anyone, she could never be too careful. "Oh my god." She whispered and she pulled back from seeing who it was. She had to do a double take to make sure her mind wasn't playing tricks on her. "Antonio?!" She never expected to see him in front of her door in a million years but she opened it nonetheless.

A few seconds of silence followed as the two looked at each other. "Hey." Antonio finally found his voice.

"Antonio, what are you doing here?"

"I couldn't stop thinking about you." He confessed.

"Antonio." She warned as her heart beat a mile a minute. "Don't."

"Can we at least talk? I brought your favourite." He raised the big brown bag and her favourite beer.

A light chuckle escaped her lips, one Antonio didn't know he had missed until now. "Sure, come in." She knew that letting him in wasn't going to end well but her heart was telling her otherwise. "You can put everything on the table, I'll go get some plates."

"I thought we could just eat out of the cartons, like we used to." He said hopefully.

"Ok." Every instinct screamed at her that she shouldn't be doing this but she couldn't help herself. Antonio pulled everything out as she settled herself on the couch, taking a sip of her beer.

"How have you been?" He didn't want to ambush her with what he was still feeling for her so he took the safe route.

"I've been ok." She lied. "I've been taking more Zumba classes, keeps me occupied when I'm not at the firehouse.

"Anything bothering you?" He wondered, knowing that Zumba usually helped her when she had bad days.

"Antonio." He knew her too well and she knew that she wouldn't be able to hide her feelings for too long. "I thought that I could do this, this talking and eating with you but I can't." She put her container roughly on the table and stood up.

"Sylvie, wait." He didn't give his food another thought and he stood as quickly as she did before he closed the gap between the two. "Look, I messed up. I let Laura get in the way of what we had."

"Antonio, please." She pleaded. "I can't do this again." Tears ha started to pool in her blue eyes.

He moved closer to her on the couch and brought his thumb up to her cheek just in time to catch the tear that had fallen there. "I don't want to do that again either and that's why I'm here. I want to do it right this time."

"Can you promise me that she won't come at me again? Because I can't do that either, I won't."

"No I can't but what I can promise you is that I'll fight for us this time and if ever she does anything to you again, she'll have to deal with me." He leaned in closer to her and leaned down, placing a gentle kiss on her lips.

Sylvie's heart was set ablaze with the contact. She never though that she'd feel that way again and she didn't want to let go of that feeling. She wrapped her arm around his neck and pulled him in closer as she pushed her tongue against his lips, asking for access, one he more than willingly granted her. He gently pushed her back against the couch as they made out, his weight against her body the best feeling in the world.

Her hands came to sit on his hips before her fingers started pulling his shirt up, Antonio helping her raise it over his head, the piece of clothing discarded somewhere in her living room. His lips trailed down her neck as his hand moved under her shirt, her soft skin welcome under his touch.

Antonio pulled away as Sylvie moaned his name. "Do you want me to stop?" He didn't want to push her into anything, specially not now.

"No chance in hell." Antonio simply chuckled before kissing her again, remembering the first time Sylvie had told him that exact line.

"But not like this." He pulled away again from her. "You deserve more than your couch." He kissed her before he simply scooped her up in his arms, their lips finding each other as he walked them towards her room.

He settled her gently against her mattress and he attacked her lips once again, not letting anything else interrupt them. This time he wasted no time in removing her shirt, leaving her clad in nothing but her lace bra. She was as beautiful as he remembered and this time he wasn't letting her go. He kissed his way down her body and removed both her yoga pants and panties before he kissed his way back up and unclasped her bra. He marvelled at her beauty as he took every inch of her naked body.

"You are way overdressed." She flipped them around and pinned him under her.

"What are you going to do about it?" He breathed out. She attacked his lips again and her hands expertly worked his pants off, the two of them now naked against each other.

"I don't want to wait anymore. I need you Antonio." He expertly flipped the around again, this time pinning her arms over her head.

"I love you." They had never said it before but deep down, that's exactly how they both felt about each other.

"I love you too." He kissed her lips tenderly as he entered her slowly, a moan getting lost under their heavy kissing. His lips gave her body all the attention while he thrust in and out of her at a steady pace, a think sheet of sweat forming on both their bodies. "Stop teasing me." His steady pace was pure torture to her and her body ached for more of him.

"I don't want this to stop." He breathed into her neck.

"It won't stop as long as we're together." She ran a hand through his hair as she leaned up to kiss him. That was all he needed to hear for him to abandon himself to her as they made love, his movements picking up in pace.

"Syl..vie." His breathing was rough now as he bit down gently on her shoulder as they both went over the edge together. He nuzzled against her neck as both their breathing came back to normal. He rolled off of her and pulled her to him, dropping a kiss on her forehead. "This was, wow."

"Mmmhhhmmm." She mumbled against him.

"I don't ever want to feel like that again."

"And you'll never have to now." She closed her eyes, her body and soul content and they quickly fell asleep against each other, dinner and beer completely forgotten in the living room.

Sylvie woke up the next morning to a thin ray of sun peaking through her blinds but running her hands against the opposite side of her bed was enough to make her bolt upright, Antonio nowhere to be seen. She hoped that it hadn't all been a dream but the smell coming from her kitchen was enough to make her smile. She found her robe and walked towards her kitchen where Antonio was standing, back to her, without his shirt on.

"I like waking up to this." She wrapped her arms around his waist from behind.

"Hopefully we get to make this a regular thing." He kept his eyes on the food.

"Move in with me." She suddenly blurted out. She felt him move what he was making from the burning stove and turned around to face her.

"Are you serious?" He wrapped his arms around her.

"Yes. I'm moving too fast aren't I?" She finally said when his face changed.

"Yes." Sylvie's heart fell. She had been an idiot to think that they were able to continue where they had left off. "No." Antonio said when he saw her face. "I mean, yes, I'll move in with you."

Sylvie's heart had never been so light and for once, her life started to make sense again now that she had rekindled things with Antonio.

A/N: So here it is. This is for all the Brettonio fans out there that miss them together. I hope you guys liked it and please take a few minutes to review it, you know How I love hearing what you guys think. - Sarra