Hello everyone! We're twin sisters from Brazil who have decided to write about this pair, so bear with us as far as spelling errors are concerned. This is our first fic about Chicago Fire and we can only hope you guys enjoy it. If you do, a review never hurts, right? The first chapter is short and is really just an introduction to the plot we have come up with. We have already planned out the whole story and again, fingers crossed…Here we go:

"The Unwanted Bar"

Just one pink bar.

Shay left the bathroom slamming the door behind her. Dawson was in the laundry room and even though she wasn't looking, she did notice that her friend was approaching:

"You're not gonna believe what Cruz just did..." Gabby finally took her eyes from the wash machine to look at her friend's face and that was enough for her to stop talking about Cruz:

"What happened?"

Shay didn't answer, instead she held the pregnancy test in front of Dawson's worried face.

"Shay…I thought you said you wouldn't do this." Gabby spoke and took the stick. "We both know how unreliable these things are. One negative doesn't mean that…"

Shay reached up her arm holding other three sticks.

"And what about four negatives? Do they mean something?"

She didn't allow Dawson to reply as she carried on:

"I figured that if at least one came out positive I could have a bit of hope."

Gabby could feel that the disappointment and the frustration in her friend's voice were sincere and hugged her.

The hug remained silent for a few seconds until Dawson decided to break it:

"But I thought you had given that up. I mean, after that whole thing with Severide and Renee number two…I thought he'd bailed out."

"He did." Shay confirmed. "But after a while, I realized that I still wanted a baby. And that I didn't necessarily need him to do so.

Dawson was confused.

"I know what you're thinking." Leslie started before her friend could even ask:

"But under the current circumstances, the sperm donor thing didn't seem like a bad idea anymore."

"So, you found one?" Dawson was curious now. "Who's the guy?"

Leslie couldn't contain a laugh before her friend's excitement and couldn't resist but make a bit of suspense:

"Well…his name is Brian O'Donnell. He's very handsome, that is if his profile picture is really his and, if he didn't lie, he's a pediatrician who lives in California and when he's not busy saving children's lives, he loves to surf and read good books."

"Too perfect, don't you think?" Gabby said in disbelief.

"To me, this Brian is a middle-aged, over-weighted divorced guy who lives in New Jersey."

"Shut up, Dawson!" Shay tried her best to remain serious. "I don't need more disappointments in my life."

Gabby put her hands on the other woman's shoulders:

"Shay, I was kidding. I'm pretty sure Brian's little soldiers will knock you up in no time and then you'll have the most beautiful and intelligent baby, ok?"

"Truck 81. Ambulance 61. Car accident. 360, West Lower Wacker.

"Now, let's go to work before this gets way too cheesy."

Gabby said and headed to the vehicle. She left too quickly though to see the smile she managed to get out of her friend's lips.