Disclaimer: I do not own the show or the characters of Chicago Fire. I am only a fan with mind filled with creativity.

This story is based on Dawson and Casey. I plan to follow the episodes up to a certain point. The story starts from episode 1x11.

Chapter One

Dawson

The only thing I can feel is pain radiating from my whole body. The pain in my head is throbbing, paralyzing, and unmanageable. I try to push the pain a side to open my eyes, but when I do the light is bright, I immediately shut them closed. I try again, this time I succeed. I look around taking in this mess I'm surrounded in; medical supplies have been thrown around, broken glass everywhere. I reach up and touch my head and feel my blood on my finger tips. Then the memory comes flooding back to me, like a damn that has just been broken. I remember being out on a call with Leslie Shay. We had just finished working a scene, Shay was trying to get information from date with Casey. We talked about getting margaritas after shift, then boom! The ambulance was hit.

"Shay!" I scream out, but I hear nothing.

I call out her name again and the only thing that I can hear is my own breathing. I feel the panic and adrenaline rise through my entire body. I go to stand up, but I can feel on weight my legs, pinning me to the down. I look down to find the gurney has landed on my lower half of my body. I my strength to push the gurney off of me and that's when I noticed a pain coming from right calf. I have to reach Shay, I keep telling myself. I stand up with the help of the side wall of what once was the ambulance and call out for Shay again, still no answer.

I continue to call out her name as I move to the back of the ambulance, still no answer. I finally reach Shay; she is unresponsive and covered in blood.

"Shay" I yell louder. I immediately bend down to check for reactive pupils. Her pupils are responding, thank God I tell myself. I can hear the sirens approaching.

"They're coming" I tell Shay, "just hold on, just hold on" I keep telling her. "It's going to be okay" at this point I don't know if I'm telling the truth.

Casey

I couldn't believe everything I just heard, matt thought as he was waiting in line to collect his personal effects from the front desk. Matt continued to think about his mom and the situation she put his whole family in. Lost in thought, Matt didn't realize the line had moved so quickly and the man at the front desk was handing him his keys, wallet, and cell phone. Before Matt could give the man back the visitor's badge, he noticed a text message from the Chief. He couldn't believe what he was reading. He quickly unclipped the badge from his belt and ran out the door towards his truck.

Dawson

I was trying to keep up, as the doctors and EMTS wheeled Shay into the hospital. I can't believe this is happening, we were joking around and now Shay is fighting for her life. The tears I had been trying hold back began to slowly stream down my face. I could the doctors asking questions and then I noticed they were looking at me.

"Is she allergic to anything?" they asked moving quickly by the gurney.

"No" I said, trying to bring myself back into the moment. I stop at the desk as they wheel Shay down the hall. I start cry again but I feel a hand on my shoulder. I turn around to face the Chief. I can see the concern and sadness in his eyes.

"Are you okay?" he asks me looking at the blood running down my face. I nod my head causing more pain.

"How is Shay?" Chief asked taking his hand off of my shoulder.

"They don't know, it's really touch and go" I said trying to keep it together and taking a few steps. Chief doesn't say anything, but he notices my limp. "We were talking and…"

"It's going to be okay. We need to get you checked out"

"Chief I'm…"

"Gabriela, the best thing you can do for Shay is get yourself checked out."

"Really…"I try to protest again.

"No, this is not a request" Chief gives me the look I know so well. I know it's not any use to argue with him. I also know that Shay would kick my ass if I don't go see a doctor. Chief guides me to the waiting nurse.

Casey

He finally reached Lakeshore Hospital; it felt like it took forever. He just kept thinking this should have never happened. His heart was pounding and his body filled with panic, concern, and anger. Every second that past felt like an hour.

He walked through the doors and found everyone waiting for news. He walked over to the chief and the rest of the men.

"What have you heard?" he asked, not sure if there had been an update.

"Head injury" Mouch answered, looking down at the floor.

I tried to think of the next thing to say but I needed a second to process the information.

"So, the other driver," he tried to search for the right words and choke down his anger. "The tow truck, was he DUI or…"

"No," Otis stated shaking his head in disbelief. "The breathalyzer came up negative."

"It was a stupid freak thing" Mills said, as he moved in his seat. "The truck blew a tire."

He couldn't believe what he was hearing; a simple thing could have ended Shay's and Dawson's life. His breath caught in throat just thinking about her.

She was one of the closest friends and lately she has been the woman he has come to depend on. He knew that he made a mistake at the Christmas party, when he didn't kiss her. He wanted to wait, because he knew he needed time to deal with his mom and his sister. He tried to explain that he wanted to do it right, but the hurt and rejection on Gabby's face told him he hadn't explained it well enough.

Casey finally turned to the chief and asked him the question he had been avoiding because he was afraid of the answer. "What about Dawson?"