A/N: Hello everyone, I'm back with a little one-shot. The idea came to me, wanting to see a scene where Matt is worried about Gabby who's in a dangerous situation and wanting to see him yells « But this is my wife! ». So here it is, at least the first part, I hope you'll love it.
Have a good read,
Gaëlle
MATT'S POV
It's a banal day in the Firehouse 51, between two calls for burning buildings or road accidents due to the ice or snow, everyone goes about his occupations. The members of the Squad are sitting at their usual table, discussing frivolous subjects including girls, while the truck members rage in a ping-pong tournament, to Connie's greatest despair. Gabby and I are, as usual, in my office. She is lying on my bed while I finish the paperwork of our last interventions. It has been several weeks since we are married, and although it has not changed our habits or everyday life, I feel even closer to her than in the last few years during which we shared everything, moments of joys like moments of doubt, great pains as great happiness. This story, which is now ours, has come to fruition in the most beautiful way, and I am finally happy to have waited for the right moment. Because yes, it was the perfect moment. A real moment, full of spontaneity and love, and I could not have dreamed a better way to unite myself to the woman I have loved for years, and with whom I want to live all my life with. I turn discreetly in my chair to observe her. She is there, lying down, and so immersed in her detective novel that she does not realize that I look at her. I scanned her whole body: her dark complexion even in the middle of winter, her dark brown eyes concentrated, her small round cheeks that always make me crack, her beautiful lips I never tired of kissing, her neck, her cleavage hidden by her uniform, but which allows a glimpse to the hollow of her breasts, her toned arms by her training to become a firefighter a few years ago, her hands holding her book firmly... And suddenly, something is interacting with me. Something is missing from this small and fine left hand. Of course she is my wife, I know it, our relatives know this, but I want everyone to know that Gabriela Dawson is married and she is my wife. An idea then comes to my mind, I turn to my desk, a small smile.
Gabby remains immersed in her book, without a word, a good hour before the sirens sounded and a call reason in our ears: « Ambulance 61 - Wounded by gunfire in Millennium Park» Gabby jumps up, puts on her jacket, adjusts her collar and leans over to kiss me quickly.
« Take care of yourself! » I tell her as she ran out of my office to join Brett on the Apparatus Floor.
An hour later, I leave my quarters and I join the guys in the common room for lunch. We all sit together and have lunch in a convivial atmosphere, at the sounds of small disputes between Otis and Cruz or stories of Hermann that tells us the four hundred shots of his children, when a special edition interrupts the game that was played in the television. We all turn around simultaneously and we are shocked by what we see: « Explosion and shooting going on at Millenium Park ». In shock, I get up and approach the television staggering and muttering « Oh my god, this is not possible ... No, no, no … ». I collapse on the sofa, staring at the screen. Everyone gathers around the television, livid, gradually realizing what is happening. Severide puts his hand on my shoulder, Mouch takes his phone and tries to make a few calls to find out more, Hermann tries to be optimistic ... Chief Boden then enters the room, face closed, radio in one hand, telephone in the other. The vexed faces, we all look at him, waiting for any instructions.
« Chief, why we haven't been called? » Severide asks the question that we all ask ourselves.
« They preferred to deploy other rescue teams for now … »
« Why? » Otis asks.
« Because … » Boden seeks his words.
« Because what, Chief? » Cruz added. Boden scans the room of the eyes before falling on me. He knows that I understood, while others have not yet made the connection. He knows why I am in that state, when no one suspects it. He is the chief, he pays attention to all calls, even those for which he is not directly concerned. Like me, not as a lieutenant, not as a firefighter, but as a husband who is interested and worried about his PIC wife, who is always afraid that something will happen to her during a call. On the other hand, the guys, once they hear that they are not concerned with the call, don't change their habits or what they are doing. As for me, I think about it, I think about it until the ambulance crosses the garage again and I see this tiny woman in the flesh. I think about it all the time, I worry all the time for it even though I should show more professionalism at work, but I cannot help it, it's love after all.
I get up, overwhelmed by fear and emotion, and turn to everyone: « Because 61 was called onstage there about an hour ago for a single gunshot wound as there are all days in this city ... Because … ». I swallowed my tears, turned my attention to Boden, before I raise the tone of my voice: « Because they think we're too involved, right? Because they don't know the extent of the damage, and if ambulance 61 is directly concerned, right? They don't want us there, right? Say it! You can tell me! »
« Matt … » Boden approaches me as I call the favorite number of my phone in a loop, in vain.
« But what are they talking about? » Otis whispers, surpassed by events, as always.
« Dawson and Brett have been here for over an hour … » Boden answers coldly.
« We have to go! Take your equipment! » I throw on a whim.
« Casey, no! »Boden orders.
« But … »
« There is no 'but', Matt, it's an order! You stay here until further notice! »Boden challenges me.
« I have to make sure Gabby is alright … » I beg him.
« Casey, it's too dangerous! »
« Too dangerous? Making sure my wife is alive is well worth taking the risk! »
« Casey, be reasonable! » Severide grabs me by the arm.
« Reasonable? Be reasonable? You want me to be reasonable? » I see red. I get out of his tether, and begin to head towards the garage, everyone running behind me.
« Casey! »
« Casey, you have to stay here! You can not do anything else on the spot! » Hermann intervened.
« What would you do if it was Cindy or one of your children there? » I asked him dryly by putting on my jacket and opening the door of the truck.
« Casey! You stay here, it's an order! » Boden tries to hold me back.
« Chief, he ... He's right … » Hermann interposed, before joining me in front of the truck.
« I don't force anyone to come with me, everyone is free to do what it seems good to do, but there is no way I stand here waiting for I don't know what news ... Your coworkers are there, they are present on the scene of a more than probable terrorist attack ... And ...And one of them ... It's ... It's your sister … » I say looking at Cruz, Otis or Severide. « Your daughter … » staring at Boden and Hermann. « And most importantly, one of them is my wife. MY WIFE! The love of my life ... I ... I need to get out there, I need to see what is happening ... I need to find her, I need to see With my own eyes that she is doing well … » I continue, tears running down my cheeks. I turned to Boden one last time: « You can not stop me ... I don't care to lose my job for not respecting the orders, I don't care to get fired or to finish my career behind a desk, because my life is not just my job, it comes down to this woman… To Gabby, who was in the wrong place at the wrong time today, and my only priority right now is to make sure she's fine and ... If it's not the case, to help her or to do everything in my power to make her safe... Now you are free to act in your souls and consciences. Those who want to join me, you are welcome. The others, just know that I would never blame you … »
One by one, everyone comes closer to me, puts on his boots in heavy silence and each one joins his place in his respective truck. Boden nods, which I interpret as a sign of approval. He understands that he can never prevent us from going there.
We arrive on site a few minutes later and the scene that unfolds before our eyes is out of the ordinary. The sirens of succor mingled with the cries of distress. The flashing lights are distinguished through thick smoke. A smell of sulfur emerges and mixes with the odors of blood of the many wounded and victims. Dust particles fly around us. People are running in all directions, some are interrogated by the police and other security forces dispatched on the spot. I hear phrases of phrases: « There was a strong detonation … », «I was pulled by the arm and I heard cries … », « Right beside me, someone fell to the ground and I started to run … ». We all look around, we are shocked, speechless. Nobody speaks, in the middle of this scene of chaos hangs a strange silence. Ours. We are stunned. We turn on ourselves to understand the organization of the relief, when suddenly Chief Tiberg runs towards us with behind him, a blonde paramedic. Brett. Brett is here. Alive. And there I feel my heart accelerate, my legs trembled and my stomach squeezed. I am scared. I'm afraid of what I'm going to discover. I am afraid of what I will learn. Boden joins Tiberg halfway, I'm on his heels.
« Brett, how are you? » Boden asks.
« Shaken, but I'm fine ... Just a few scratches, nothing very bad … » she replies, shocked.
« What happened? » Boden questions her.
« We were … » she begins to explain before I interrupt and ask her quickly: « Where is Gabby? »
« Lieutenant, we need to talk, » Chief Tiberg answers for her. I feel my body let go when Severide and Hermann each catch me by one arm to prevent me from falling to the ground.
« What? What ... What happens? » I begin to cry.
« Casey … » Brett approaches me, and puts her hand on my chest.
« No ... No, I don't want to hear it … »
« Lieutenant Casey, Dawson is alive, but … » Tiberg explains.
« But what? Damn it! What is going on? I want to know, say so! » I get angry.
« The victim for which we were called at first was an intelligence officer … » Brett explains.
« According to police sources, he was spotted by one of the possible terrorists while he was spinning a few days ago and this would have triggered to today's move. The agent was caught in his own game, we don't know anything else for the moment, except that shortly before the explosions and shots, one of them took hostage the victim and … » Tiberg pauses.
« And Gabby … » I collapse.
« They are entrenched in the Park Grill Restaurant with probable other wounded person and victims … » Tiberg continues to inform us about the current situation. « Relief is on the ground to provide first aid to the most seriously wounded while waiting for transfers them to the city's hospitals, a makeshift hospital has been set up on the other side of the park to treat the highest injuries, a crisis cell has been set up ... Thirty dead people are currently deploring. The police and the SWAT are doing their job to find out how many people are being held hostage, whether there are wounded inside … » he finishes. I feel empty, but not being able to hear more, I find the strength to run towards the scene of the drama. Severide, Hermann and others try, in vain, to hold me back. Military, police, elite forces. They are all there, their faces are closed, the helmets are curled over their heads, the weapons are set against their chest. I run towards them at full speed, I try to pass the safety barriers, but I quickly get back to my place: « Sir, you cannot cross this line. »
« But I'm a fireman! » I try.
« You must wait! » The policemen replied firmly.
« But ... But this is my wife! » I implore.
A/N: Here was the first part, I didn't have the time to write more. So what did you think? Don't forget to leave a review. See you soon, G.