Hey, guys! This is my first time attempting to write a Chicago Fire/PD story, but I love Brettonio and decided to give it a go! I hope you like it.

"Morning, Brett, good day off?" Gabby greeted, smiling at Sylvie as she walked into the firehouse. It had been a day since they'd seen each other, having had their usual 24 hours off. She was ready to get back into it.

Sylvie nodded at her and smiled back. "Yeah, it was good! I feel like I could take on the world or something with the amount of rest I've had, really."

Gabby grinned at her. "Of course you do, of course," she said, leaning back in the chair she was sitting on at the table. She had a bowl of cereal in front of her and Sylvie made her way to the kitchen to grab something to eat herself, feeling suddenly hungry at seeing that Gabby had food.

The firehouse was surprisingly quiet for so early in the morning, and Sylvie would have thought that there were no firefighters here if she hadn't spotted Severide sleepily making his way to their beds as she walked in the door, figuring he hadn't slept well last night.

Sylvie sat down beside Gabby and spooned some of her cereal into her mouth, enjoying the taste of it. She'd gone for the sweeter stuff they had here, wanting to wake herself up so that they'd be ready whenever their first call was today. She suspected it'd be a few hours of waiting until they were called, considering it wasn't even 8am, and most accidents happened after nine.

"How about you?" Sylvie asked. Gabby looked up and furrowed her eyebrows. "Oh, your day off - what did you do?"

"Oh, not much," Gabby shrugged. "Matt and I mostly just stayed at home with Louie. He's great, you know? Matt's so much happier with him than I thought he would be."

Sylvie felt happy for Gabby - she and Matt were the only couple in the firehouse and now that they had Louie to look after, Sylvie felt like they were becoming a real family now. She loved the happiness that both Louie and Matt brought to Gabby and hoped it'd stay that way forever.

"What did you do anyway? You never said. Other than that you got a hell of a lot of rest," Gabby inquired, taking a sip of the orange juice she'd gotten to accompany her cereal.

"I slept, mostly. I also made some really good chicken stir-fry - I could make it here for lunch or dinner one day, if you'd like. It was a recipe from my mom ages ago. I think everyone here would really like it, even Severide, who we all know can get fussy from time to time," Sylvie chuckled.

Gabby grinned at her. "I'll agree to that any day. Both, I mean - Severide being fussy and you cooking your award winning stir-fry."

Their first call of the day came just before 11am and the firehouse was buzzing as everyone ran to get into the trucks. Sylvie hurried after Gabby to the ambo, which was waiting for them beside Truck 81. Gabby had been driving every second shift for the past week since she'd been back on ambo, so Sylvie happily took her seat in the passenger seat and Gabby began to drive them to the scene, following Truck 81 to the scene.

It wasn't too rare for them to get something so bad that the police were involved, but Sylvie was shocked at seeing the amount of police as they pulled up, spotting a few plain clothed ones in between the uniforms. Gabby and Sylvie hurried to the back of the ambo and pulled out the gurney, rushing around to the scene to wait for their first patient to turn up.

The squad and truck guys had already gone inside to fight the fire that had taken over the building in front of them and the two girls waited. Sylvie could see the nerves on Gabby's face at the fact that Matt was inside a burning building - it was always the same look, and even though he was fine, she understood why she was nervous for him.

"Chief, what's the situation?" Gabby called, seeing Boden near them. He made his way over to them to brief them on what they were expecting.

"Normal residence, a few witnesses said they saw someone setting it on fire before running out. CPD are questioning witnesses now. It's expected that there'll be at least one or two people inside, judging on who the neighbours say live here. There's another ambo coming from Med in case."

Sylvie nodded, turning her gaze back over to the house, instantly rushing forward when she saw Cruz and Matt pulling someone out of the house. Gabby rushed after her, the two of them working with Cruz and Matt to pull him onto the gurney and get everything sorted.

"Smoke inhalation, mostly. Say's he's got a pain in his chest." Matt said, nodding at the two of them before he and Cruz headed back inside.

"Okay, sir, how are you feeling now you're outside? Are you okay?" Sylvie asked as she and Gabby wheeled him over to the ambo. She felt slightly relieved at the fact that he was okay and it was only smoke inhalation. Mostly with fires, she needed to intubate the victims, yet this man seemed okay.

"I'm fine, just get my wife outta there!" He coughed. Sylvie nodded at him.

"We're working on that, sir. We are. The firefighters are inside finding her right now. You're okay, she's going to be okay. We've just got to take you to the ambo to get you checked out. How's your chest feeling?"

"I'm fine, I told you! My chest feels fine, it's just the damned smoke from that place. I don't need to be checked out." He exclaimed. Gabby and Sylvie stopped at the ambo, ready to load him up when he sat up suddenly.

"Sir, I'm going to need for you to sit down so we can load you up safely." Gabby spoke, trying to push him back down.

"I'm not going anywhere until they've got my wife out of that hellhole, lady." He swung his legs over the side, attempting to get off the gurney.

Sylvie frowned and stepped closer toward him, placing a hand on his shoulder to stabilise him as he finally touched the ground and stood. "I'm going to have to ask for you to get into the ambulance, sir. It's important to get you checked out. Your wife's going to be okay, the firefighters are inside right now but what's important is for you to get checked out back at Med."

She could see him becoming easily agitated and frowned as he locked his gaze onto hers. "I'm not going to the hospital. I'm not going anywhere with you, lady, so let me go. I'm not getting checked out." He shook off Sylvie's hold on his shoulder, knocking into her as he attempted to get back to the house where his wife was.

He found his path blocked, though, by a plain clothed officer, his gaze locked straight onto his. "I suggest you get back into that ambo before you cause any more trouble here, sir." Antonio suggested, his voice strong and fierce as he spoke to the man.

"You don't want to get tied up with the CPD, do you? I think you should listen to these ladies here and do as you're told, or you're going to be in more trouble than you already are in."

The man rolled his eyes before turning around and stepping into the ambulance, waiting for one of them to get in the back with him. Gabby turned to her brother. "Hey, Tonio - thanks."

"No problem," he nodded, turning to Sylvie. "Hey, you good? I saw him knock into you and he's a pretty big guy. Your shoulder okay?"

Sylvie nodded at him, rubbing her shoulder. "Yeah, nothing I can't handle. Thanks for getting him in there, Antonio." He nodded back at her.

"You need me to tag along to Med in case he tries something again?"

Gabby shrugged. "You wanna drive, Brett? I'm fine in here with him if you don't want to be."

Sylvie shook her head. "No, I'm fine. You drive, Dawson." Gabby had already put the gurney back into the ambulance and nodded, jumping out of the ambulance and heading to the front.

"Give us a knock when we're good to go," she said before getting back into the ambo up front.

Sylvie sent a nod to Antonio and climbed into the back, sitting across from the man and watching him. She found herself shocked when Antonio climbed in after, closing the doors behind him and banging on the doors to let Gabby know to go.

"I'm fine in here by myself, you know?"

"Yeah, I know. But you didn't see that look on Gabby's face telling me to get in here incase Mr. Muscles over here tries something again."