Lending A Helping Hand

Authors Note/Disclaimer: Obviously I do not own Chicago Fire, that credit is due to go to the writers/creators.

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Summary: Matt felt lonely; holidays always made it worse but this year one homeless woman, Gabby and her two daughter change everything. Could leading one helping hand lead to something he had been pining for?

Prologue

11th October, 2006.

"Finn!" Gabriela shouted. "You can't do this!"

Finn picked up the black duffle bag from the fall by the front door. "You were never meant to fall pregnant!" The words feel from his lips from what felt like the tenth time in under an hour.

Gabby placed her hand onto her stomach, seven months pregnant, unable to turn back time. "You can't walk out on us. I need you. How am I meant to raise this baby and Isabelle on my own?"

Finn placed his hand on the door handle, shaking his head. "I never wanted to be a father. You knew that. You were stupid enough to fall pregnant so you can raise the damn child on your own!" He walked out of the house, slamming the door shut behind him.

The tears ran down Gabby's cheeks, she placed her hand on the door frame of the kitchen to support herself as she sunk down to the ground, her body heaving with sobs. "Oh god." She murmured.

"Momma?"

Gabby raised her head, her tears clouding her eyes as she looked at her seven year old standing in the doorway of her room clutching her worn doll. "Isabelle, oh baby." She watched the tears fell from her daughters face.

"Momma, where's Finn gone?" Belle walked over, wrapping her arms around her mother.

Gabby rubbed her little girls back. "Oh sweetheart, it's just us now." She cried.

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21th November, 2011.

"I'm sorry, Miss Dawson but I can't allow you to keep missing rent. You're five months behind. I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

Gabby clutched the front door. "Please Jefferson, I'll get you the money but I can't…my daughters, I have nowhere else to go."

"So you've said but I need the money, I told you last week and the week before. I'm sorry but you have to leave. You have until five tomorrow afternoon."

Gabby closed the front door, staring at the white wood blankly. They'd moved into the small one bedroom apartment around the time Evangeline was born five years ago, she'd always been on time with her rent until she lost her job in June. She didn't have anywhere else to go, no one would hire her.

"Mom."

Gabby turned around at the sound of pattering feet, her twelve year old and five year old daughters standing in the doorway. Her heart ached as she looked at them, hope etched in their faces. "I'm sorry girls. Pack a backpack with some clothes and your favorite belongings." She bit her bottom lip; it wasn't though they had many things to take. "And make sure you grab your warmest coat."

Isabelle watched as her mother blinked back her tears. "It's okay, mom."

Gabby shook her head. "No it isn't." She walked across the wooden floor into the bathroom, shutting the door she leaned against it and allowed the tears to floor, she was a failure or at least that was what she felt like.

Thoughts?
This is the prologue; next chapter lifts off in 2015.
This was a story on my old account I had but for a different show, I have revamped for Chicago Fire on this account.

Details:
Matt 31.
Gabby 30.
Isabelle 16, birthday 10th December.
Evangeline 9, birthday 15th December.
Kelly 31.
Abigail 16, birthday 28th April.
Chloe 9, birthday 1st August.

Much Love. x