At the moment I really should be studying for finals but I have way to many thoughts of Chicago fire running through my head, and the only way I can think of getting them out is by writing.

"...If you take one step forward there will not be a suspension hearing there will be a good bye party." Chief Boden said to a riled up Gabriela Dawson, who was angrily gnawing at her lower lip. She could feel Casey's eyes staring at the back of her neck, and she could only imagine what he was thinking of her. As Chief's hard glair shifted to Casey and Severide, Dawson let out a subtle breath that she had been holding in, the last few days had been hard on her, and she felt as if she was messing up over and over again.

"You two, my office, we need to talk about Mills." Chief said in a grumbling voice. Dawson turned, and shared a concerned look with Casey, as he paused against Chief's order. He was worried about her. Even from the hall where he had been walking with Severide he had felt the tension coming from the room, Chief was angry, and most likely for a good reason. Casey didn't understand what had been up with Dawson lately, she was constantly being reprimanded by Chief, and the suspension had been a close call to what could have turned out as being serious consequences. He felt a little guilty, something had clearly been going on with her life, and he had been more bothered about himself to take notice. He looked her in the eyes, and when she nodded at him reassuringly he turned and fallowed behind Severide into the close door office.

Once the two where out of ear shot Chief turned back to Dawson and Shay, who where exchanging worried glances at the mention of Mills. Looking at Dawson Chief said,

"Go home for the rest of the shift, I can't afford to have someone emotional in the field. Get some good hardy rest, me or Shay will call you if anything comes up. Shay, I will call up for a backup paramedic to ride with you for the rest of the day." Dawson opened her mouth to protest, but was shut up after receiving a firm glare from Chief.

"Don't push it. I was considering making you take off the rest of the week."

With a huff Dawson turned and stalked off to the locker room after being waved off by the chief, Shays eyes fallowing her away with concern as her and Chief shared a few words. Dawson reached her locked and yanked it open, pulling out bundles of clothes she could change into. She was angry, hell, she was pissed. She had gotten this job to do what was right, and the last few weeks she had felt that she had been, but kept being punished for it. She grabbed the cheep whiskey that she kept hidden in the back of her locker, for a bad day. She qualified this as bad enough. She broke the seal and twisted off the top, immediately taking a swig. She didn't normally result to such drastic measures, but she was in the heat of the moment. Twisting back on the top Dawson put the bottle on the edge of her locker, untangling her white flowy tank top from the pile. Not worrying about modesty she stripped off her tight fitting uniform and slipping on the tank top over her black bra. She fiddled with her, hair, thinking about what she would do now that she had the next few hours free, while taking another swig of her whiskey. She settled on the idea of going down to the gym and hitting a few punching bags, and then heading over to Pete's to see if she could get drunk, forget about her day, and have some fun. She put the pungent drink in the back of her locker again and closed up, swinging her bag over her shoulder. She turned around right when Casey walked in.