I have been addicted to Chicago Fire from the moment it aired, and I have been shipping Dawson/Casey just as long. I think those two are absolutely adorable. I'm not to sure if I like Hallie or not, but I'm not going to write her off completely.

At first this was going to be one-shot, but then it just going on and on, so I decided to just make it into a multi-chapter. I'm aiming for three to five chapters. No more. No less.

Disclaimer: I don't own Chicago Fire which kind of sucks because who doesn't want own Jesse Spencer and Taylor Kinney? LOL

The night was chilly, but he refused to turn the car on for the heater to not only to keep himself hidden, but he didn't want to waste the gas that was still too expensive. Besides, the cold was the last thing on his mind right now as he much more important things to deal with then the chilled air cooling him into a human icicle.

Like getting Matthew Casey to retract his statement.

He thought that he was pretty clear at the bar, and then again when those two thugs jumped him (he grudgingly at had to admit that he was impressed with how he stuck to what he believed in, but he was still a stubborn bastard), but he thought was so very close when he talked to his girl.

But maybe that was the problem.

From what he's observed from the man, he and the doctor seem to having some issues in their relationship. He could see that love that was between them, but it was strained and tainted with doubt and insecurity, and even he could see that they were on two different pages in what they want in life.

So maybe talking to the fiancée wasn't the right move.

He gaze zeroed on a woman walking out of Firehouse 51, and he thought back to some of the interaction between her and the Lieutenant.

But maybe she would work, and maybe he would need to up the game.

He pulled out his phone, and quickly dialed a number of someone he knew would get the job done.

Time to fight fire with fire.

Gabriela Dawson walked out of the grocery store that she had stopped at to grab some ingredients for dinner for the guys. She had been gone for about ten minutes, and she hoped they didn't get a call. She looked at her phone to check to the time only to see that it was nearing 10:30. She sighed, and rolled her shoulders hoping to release some of the tension that had been residing there since this Voight situation started. She hated that this was happening to Casey, and that she couldn't do anything about it to help him.

She shook her head, not wanting to think about it right now.

All of a sudden when she was about ten feet a way from her car, there was loud boom, and she was thrown back in the air, and hit the ground with a thud. She gasped at the searing pain that shot up her arm that she landed on, and the headache that instantly came when knocking her temple on the cement. She blinked rapidly hoping to regain her clear eyesight that had gone fuzzy.

She could hear the screams and the yelling, she could feel someone beside her, checking her pulse, and then someone calling 911.

As she slowly lost consciousness, her fuzzy eyesight caught the sight of her car.

Fire.

Her car was on fire.

Casey was currently walking into the kitchen hall when the PA went off, "Car explosion. Truck 81. Squad 3. Medic 61."

Quickly turning around, he rushed into garage where he was met with the sight of his squad, Serveride and his men, and Shay rushing into action. As he made way to his boots, and he vaguely noted that Dawson wasn't around before remembering that she had left to make a quick trip to the grocery store that was couple blocks away.

All to soon, they were on the road, and the ride was swift. When he realized where their were heading, he immediately tensed in worry.

Dawson.

Suddenly, they stopped, and they were rushing out taking in the scene, and he could see the fire that centered on a car. A very familiar, if not charred, car. No. No. No. He thought rapidly, his heart beating fast as he started to look around the parking lot.

"Mouch, crowd control. Hermann. Mills. Get the hoses ready." He ordered his men, trying to keep his cool as he continued to look for the brunette. He refused to look at the car now, not wanting to face that possibility of her…No. Do not go there, he snapped to himself as he saw Serveride jog up to him. His own face masked in concern upon recognizing the car.

"Casey. Have you seen Da-" Serveride cut himself off, not allowing himself to say her name, and he stepped back in surprise as the blonde's face darken.

"No."

They were silent for a brief moment, and his eyes caught onto a familiar face. Just not the one he wanted to see. Needed to see.

"Voight." He growled, startling Serveride. At the sight of the smirking cop, his mind racing with the possibilities of what he could have done to her. And why the hell he went after Gabriela.

He started to move toward man, the anger and fear all clear on his face along with a deadly glint in his blue eyes, but Serveride seeing who he was staring at, and at the expression on his face, quickly grabbed him by the arm, and yanked him back. He struggled, wanting to go after the man, who went after one of his people. Went after her.

"Calm down, man. Casey, you've got calm down. Dawson needs to you calm down. Gabriela needs you to calm down." Serveride tried to sooth the other man, and at the mention of the EMT's name he could practically feel the homicidal air around Casey dissipate making him wonder what was going on between the two of them.

"Gab-" Casey started to say before breaking off, "No. No." He shook his head as if he was trying to rid himself of the strange behavior, "I need to check the progress on the guys." He said randomly, throwing Serveride off, and now having him worried at the state of mind for the Lieutenant.

Casey brushed him off, and made his way over to Hermann and Mills, still refusing to look at the car.

"The fire's controlled and out." Hermann told him, "But isn't this Dawson's car?" The older man asked. Casey clenched his fists, his eyes shooting over to the hiding man only to see that he wasn't there anymore. Narrowing his gaze, he nodded curtly.

"Then where is she?"

His eyes snapped back to Hermann, and he opened his mouth, but closed it once again. "I don't know."

"Casey!" Shay's voice rung out loudly. His heart stopped at the slight broken edge in her tone, and he whipped around to see her crouching over a figure. "Casey. You need to get over here. Now!"

His breath stopped, and his heart began pounding harder then before as he, Hermann, and Mills rushed over meeting Serveride and the Chief.

"What did you fin-" He began, but his breath was caught in his throat when the face of the person came into view.

Dawson.

Dawson. Who was on the ground, unconscious, bleeding from the temple, and her left arm swelling. Her clothes were dirty and ripped and rumpled. Her hair was fanned out under her, and her chest was moving up and down slowly and raggedly.

But she was alive.

Shay was talking to them as she worked on Dawson, but he wasn't paying attention to her as he kept his focus on the other woman.

He couldn't stop thinking of the idea of losing her because in all the time that he has known Gabriela Dawson, she had always been there. Joking around with Shay, teasing Hermann, Mills, Otis, Cruz, flirting with Serveride, and lending him an ear for whenever he needed it.

She had always been there for him even before Darden's death and when things with Hallie took a turn for the worse. And the possibility of her not being there at the firehouse or at Buzzards or…or…with him, it was just not fathomable. He couldn't picture it. He wouldn't picture it.

Because if he knew one thing at all, he knew that he could see Dawson in his life five, ten, fifteen years into the future. Being there for him. With him, his mind whispered, and he ignored the voice as though he didn't hear it because she was his co-worker, one of his people, one of his closest friends, and Voight had decided it was time to up the game, and go after her. It didn't matter that it was Gabriela that was being used because he would react exactly the same way if it was Shay or Hermann or Otis or even Severide.

No you wouldn't. He nearly growled in annoyance at the voice again, and it irritatingly sounded like Severide when he was in one of mockery moods. She's different and you know it Casey.

He refused to admit that what his subconscious was saying was true.

He was broken out of his thoughts by Dawson being rolled into the ambulance, and when did they put her on the stretcher? He asked himself, startled at himsel for being so out of it.

"-drive the bus." He finally tuned back into what Shay was saying, and quickly filled in the blanks.

"I'll do it." He said instantly, ignoring the looks he was getting from the guys and the Chief as his eyes never left the unmoving woman.

Without a word, he rushed to the drivers seat as Shay closed the doors, and got everything situated.

"Where to?"

"Lakeshore."

He was on the road the moment the name was off her lips.

The ride was fast and silent as the siren rang out loudly. He could hear Shay muttering to herself at the injuries Gabriela had inquired, and he couldn't stop himself from listening this time.

Concussion.

Broken arm.

Bruised ribs.

A broke rib.

Sounds like a punctured lung.

As he listened, his grip gradually tightened on the steering wheel, and the material rubbed against his skin harshly. He didn't look at the review mirror, for the sake of not wanting to see her bruised and broken and not herself, and for the sake of keeping his sanity. He was afraid that if he looked at her that he would go after Voight and actually kill the other man with Severide not here to stop him like before.

Suddenly they were at the hospital, and Shay had the doors open before the engine was even off, and she rattling off the injuries as she and the doctors pulled Gabriela out of the ambulance and into the building.

He flew out of the drivers seat, and followed behind them, not noticing that Hallie was there staring at the scene wide eyed.

The group stopped for a moment, and the doctors were rushing around, and he was standing by her head looking down at her now, and before he even knew what he was doing he was bending down, pressing his lips to her forehead. He closed his eyes at the contact, and she smelled of smoke, vanilla, and faintly of gasoline. He sighed, moving to gently rest his own forehead against hers, and his tight grip on his control slipped, and tears started to form behind his eyes.

"Don't leave." He whispered, his voice breaking lightly, and he cleared his throat softly. He felt a small hand on his shoulder start to pull him away. "Don't leave me."

They pulled her away behind the emergency doors, and he was left standing there with Shay at his shoulder.

Don't leave me.

Hallie had seen a lot of things in her time as a doctor, and as the fiancée of a firefighter. She had seen people she grew to care about come in more times then she would care to admit, but they would always recover, and she admired the strength they had for their job.

She knew that Matt hated seeing one of his people hurt, and would never forgive himself until someone talked him out of his guilt. Occasionally it was her, but more often then not it would be Gabriela Dawson.

She also knew that Matt and Gabriela were close friends, and she knew that Gabriela had feelings for Matt, but never acted on them because she knew that he loved her, his fiancée. She knew that Matt had a soft spot for the EMT, but she never thought that it might have been more then friendship and respect.

That was until Gabriela was rolled into the hospital on a stretcher with Matt not that far behind, and looking like his world just ended.

He didn't seem to notice her at all as his eyes never left the unconscious woman, staring at her like he was just waiting for her to open her eyes, and look at him.

The kiss on the forehead was much more intimate then she thought one could ever be in a noisy hospital.

She was far away enough for him to not take notice of her, but close enough to hear what he was saying.

And her heart broke at how crushed he sounded, and at the knowledge that Matt no longer cared about her like he apparently cared about Gabriela.

She was hurt and heartbroken, but somehow it wasn't as bad as she thought it would've been. Should've been.

"Don't leave."

Hallie had seen a lot of things in her time as a doctor, and as the fiancée of a firefighter. She seen people at the moments of where they were faced with the possibility of losing someone that they loved, and the relief of a recovery, and the pain of death. But as she stared at her fiancée staring at the emergency doors longingly with a fear almost clear as day, she wondered if he would recover if he lost the woman behind those doors.

"Don't leave me."

She turned away with tears in her eyes, and walked away from the scene. She would join them later, but right now she needed to mourn the loss of her relationship because she knew one thing.

Gabriela Dawson would never leave Matthew Casey without a fight.

Here you go! Reviews are loved.
-ARF