Author's note: Hello my beautiful readers, for this long week-end here's a new story! I don't know if it will be a one-shot or if I will continue after! All depends on you and your comments, if you like this story or not, if you want this story to continue or not!
Once again, not pro-Gabby or pro-Matt, this is just a story inspired by the TV Show so calm down!
I apologize for some grammatical errors or conjugations, I do my best.
Hope you'll like this story and have a good read!
Happy Easter to you all!
Gaëlle
GABBY'S POV
Matt and I have decided to take a break a couple of months ago. We both knew that to choose me as a candidate on the Truck 81 was going to be a difficult test for us, so personally as professionally. But we chose by mutual agreement to try. The debuts were difficult, and then we managed to become used up to until this famous shift which made everything tip over. I screwed up, I admit it. I wanted to speak about it with Matt, who didn't want to listen to me. We didn't manage any more to make the difference between our professional relation of Lieutenant to Candidate, and our personal relation of fiancée to fiancé.
Our relationship started getting in the way of the job and the job in the way of our relationship. We couldn't discuss any more as a couple would do it every day after work. We were together on a daily basis, 24 hours a day, and we didn't discuss any more. We didn't know where we stand with each other: when he is my lieutenant? When he is my fiancé?
Then, I decided to leave, to give us some time apart to figure what we really want. Can we live without each other and have a better and simpler work relationship? Is it going to be better? Is it going to be worse? Is it going to allow us to review our lives and to make a new start? Is it going to allow us to work it out?
I love Matt; I love him more than anything or anyone. I've loved him for years now, but it started to be too difficult. I had so much pressure on me. I didn't want to disappoint him as a candidate, but I did, and since then, at home, he considered me only as a candidate who didn't respect his orders.
Thus I packed my affairs and I went to settle down temporarily at Brett's apartment. It wasn't easy. The first few days, we hardly spoke to each other with Matt. But little by little, our friendship got over it and we begin to find back certain complicity.
MATT'S POV
I cannot believe, how in a few months, my relation with Gabby was able to degrade to the point that she leaves our apartment.
I knew that working together was going to be difficult, but I thought that our relationship was strong enough to surmount it. I thought that we would be capable of putting aside our love relation at work, and our professional relation at home. But it was more difficult than I thought. Maybe this whole thing was too big for us as a couple.
After this "famous" shift where everything began to degrade, I told her things that I shall never have had say to the woman I love. I told her that she didn't respect me, as her lieutenant and also as her fiancé. I will never forget the reaction in her eyes to the second I pronounced these words. These words hurt her more than I wanted. Under the anger, we all say things we don't mean and this day I went too far. We have both our wrongs in our relationship, but I shall never have had tell her this kind of thing. I guess it's just easier to be angry at someone then it is to tell her you're hurt.
Gabby then decided to leave our apartment, and I didn't know how to hold her. I shall have put a fight for her. She felt so insecure since the death of Shay and her guilt that I shall have been here for her more.
The first days, the first weeks were difficult. I couldn't get Gabby out of my head; I wasn't ready to move on. I thought that was only a small break and that we were going to go back together very quickly. But it's not the case. It already took us a few weeks to find back a healthy and friendly relationship.
That dinner after Shay's memorial was a big step for us. We talked a lot as friends, and we decided to take us on hold to be able to start something new. I was agreeing with, I liked that idea because I love her so much, I can't live without her. When the timing is wrong, there's nothing you can do but either wait or move on. So if waiting and taking our love relationship on a hold was the only way to still have her in my life, I was in.
But then, I made the biggest mistake of my life sleeping with a stranger met at Molly's. Gabby learnt about it, she told me she wasn't mad, but I don't believe her, I know her so well. She's hurt, but she's too stubborn to admit it. That mistake makes me realize that Gabby is the only person that I want to share my life with, the only person I want to live with and the only person I want in my bed.
GABBY'S POV
One morning, at Brett's, by preparing me to go to work I'm looking in my closet for my jacket. This is when I fall on a little black dress, THE famous little black dress.
I bring the dress out of the closet, and I admire it. She reminds me so much happy memories. It's crazy how a garment can play such an important role in someone's life. It's a little black dress, skin-tight, with cracks on the sides that lets appear my caramel skin.
"Gabby! What are you doing? We're going to be late!" Brett screams from the living room. I don't answer, too lost in my thoughts.
Brett then knocks on my room door: "Gabby, are you ok?"
"Gabby?" she asks one more time.
"Oh, sorry, I'm coming!" I tell her, not wanting to put the dress back in the closet.
"This dress is so pretty!" she says to me, seeing I can't keep my eyes out of it.
"I haven't worn this in more than a year. This is my favorite little black dress. I mean, I love the turnout gear, but it feels like it's all I'm ever changing into these days." I say in a desperate tone.
"We should go out and you should wear it! Success guaranteed! Tomorrow, after shift we are going at the nightclub I was telling you about!" she says to me, clearly happy to enjoy the single life again.
"You know, this dress was the one I wear on our first night together with Matt…" I admit to her, tears building in my eyes.
"It doesn't amaze me that he didn't resist... You must be gorgeous wearing it!" Brett tells me, putting her hand on my shoulder to comfort me.
"I had got ready to go out and to join him… I couldn't wait one more minute. I had put on this little black dress, my high black heels. I had left my hair wavy and falling on my shoulders, and I had put a dark red lipstick… But as I opened my front door, he was there on the flight of steps..." I explain to her, with tears just streaming down my face.
"And what happened?" she asks me, looking forward to know the end of the story.
"And then… then, we looked at each other with so much love and passion… And he approached me, and kissed me passionately and he pushed me inside and against the wall, and well, I guess you can imagine the rest of the night!" I tease her, finally putting a small smile on my face.
"Don't worry, no more details needed!" she laughs.
"You know what? I think I have a better idea for tomorrow night. It's time to get our relationship back on track!" I say, putting on my jacket and we leave for shift.
MATT'S POV
The shift was long and testing, and I can't wait to go home. On my way to my truck, I heard Severide calls my name.
"Hey, do you want me to drive you home?" I ask him.
"No, I'm good; I have other plans for today. I just wanted to let you know!" he tells me. I'm surprised, but a quiet day at home and alone is all I need.
"Ok, see you later!" I answer him and I go home.
Once home, I take a long and hot shower. I then leave resting on my bed and I fall once again on Gabby and I's photo put on her night stand. Every day, as soon as I am going to bed, I take this photo in my hands and I admire it. This photo was taken last summer; we were on holidays in California. We are at the foot of the Golden Gate in San Francisco, I have my arm around Gabby's shoulders and she has her hand on my chest and she's kissing me on the cheek. We looked so happy and in love, I can't wait to be back to this kind of relationship with her.
I search her name on my phone, and I just want to call her to tell her I love her. But I'm not sure she's ready, so I just fell asleep the frame against my chest.
GABBY'S POV
After shift, I come home, well decided to change everything tonight. I try to take a nap, but I'm too excited. So I spend hours in the bathroom getting ready for this evening.
I get ready for this evening, and I try to look like what I was more than a year ago. My hair are shorter, I won in muscle structure with the training, but I put on this little black dress which I like so much, put my black high heels and make up. I make smoky-eyes on my eyes and put the same lipstick which hadn't been in my lips for a long time before disappearing this famous evening of 2013...
I take my coat, my purse and my keys and leave for the apartment I know so well. The apartment I choose with Matt for our life together.
"Good luck!" I hear Sylvie behind me.
"Thank you! But…" I begin to say.
"But what? Go, don't think too much!" she tells me.
"But what if Severide is here? And what if he doesn't want me anymore?" I ask her.
"Don't worry, he won't. I take care of that, a free beers night at Molly's for Squad guys! And for Matt, just remember one thing: when you're in love, no matter what happened, you just forgive each other…" she tells me, proud of herself. "Go!" she orders me.
"Thank you so much, you're really a great friend!" I say, leaving.
I'm holding in front of the front door of our apartment and begin to panic: what if he didn't want me anymore? And if I had wasted everything and that we could not repair our relationship?
MATT'S POV
Severide is out and I feel lonely at home. I decide to go out, maybe to Molly's. I just want to see Gabby and talk with her. I take my green's jacket and make my way to the front door.
As I open the door, I'm surprised to see Gabby's here looking at me straight in the eyes. I see she wears her little black dress I love so much and that reminds me so much memories, that reminds me our first night together.
We look at each other's for a few minutes, not knowing what to say when I break the silence: "It seems like a déjà vu!" and she laughs. I know the ice is broken when she looks at me intently in the eyes, smiling.
My breath shallows as she approaches me and takes my face in her hands. She starts to kiss me with all strength and passion. Her hands leave my cheeks and her fingers start nuzzling into my hair. I put my hands on her hips and put her closer to me. She pushes us inside the apartment and closes the door behind us with her feet. Our mouths battle for control of the kiss.
While I guide her to the sofa, I her of her coat and she do the same with my jacket, our lips never breaking apart. Once close to the sofa, Gabby takes off her heels and starts kissing me on the neck before starting unbutton my shirt. I turn her around in my arms, and while I kiss her on her favorite spot on the neck I start unzipping her dress.
"I love this dress so much, but you're better without it…" I whisper in her ear.
With her help, she stands in the living room only on her black intimate apparel.
"You look so beautiful!" I tell her before kissing her again, our tongues battle for control once again. It feels so good to have her back in my arms and to be intimate again.
"You're too dressed…" she tells me, taking her breath. She rides me off my shirt and starts unbuttoning my jeans. In a record of time, I'm only on my boxers.
"It's better…" she whispers, while I pull her with me on the sofa... Our hands are everywhere, to discover the body of other one like it was the first time...
