Good Girl meets Tough Boy

Note : When I first heard that they were going to bring Antonio and Sylvie together I became so excited. This felt right from the very beginning, So I had the idea of starting a new blog about just that Ship, goodgirlmeetstoughboy . I am so thrilled for this that I decided to write a story about them and that is what came out.

This will also be the place where I'm gonna post all my Dawbrett Shot's.

Happy reading :)

Antonio looked over to the blonde he just saved from getting shot. She sat in the ambulance while his sister Gabby took good care of her. He didn't even know her name, but there was something about her that brought out the protector in him. He knew that she could take care of herself because that was what every paramedic did, they wouldn't be in that line of work otherwise, but still, as his eyes darted over her he couldn't get rid of that protective twinge.

The hard floor of the ambulance made her skin crawl as she waited to leave. She was still shaking from the events that had just happened. She knew she had gotten lucky tonight and she knew that was only because of Gabby's brother Antonio who had reacted quickly.

She felt eyes on her and looked up, searching the area. There on the other end of the scene was where their eyes met. She held his gaze a few moments, watching him watching her. She nodded, but then looked back down again. She felt uncomfortable being in the middle of everything, and she hoped she could just go home and leave this day's memories behind.

It was already late afternoon when she finally arrived home. She convinced Chief Boden that she was ok on her own, and that she didn't need to get checked out at the hospital. To her luck Gabby confirmed that fact. Sylvie could see that the Chief wasn't fully convinced but decided to leave it alone for the moment. She really appreciated it. She reached her apartment in a not so good part of Chicago, because of the cheap rent.

As she walked up the stairs, she noticed that the door stood open. She thought about entering and to take a look around but after the day she already had she decided to call the police instead. Sylvie stepped back quietly, and into her car.

He was about to go home when he heard the incoming call through Burgess's radio downstairs in front of Seregant Platt's desk. He stopped in his tracks when he heard paramedic and Chicago fire department. "On our way." He heard Burgess and Roman reply. "I'm coming with." He said knowing that this had something to do with the blonde from earlier, he followed them outside to their squad car.

They arrived at the adress, the car hadn't yet fully stopped Antonio already was outside walking to the building, his gun in hand.

"Thank good, you're here." Sylvie came rushing out of her car. Antonio, followed by Kim and Roman put a finger in front of his mouth silently saying she should be quiet. Sylvie nodded and wispered, "Someone left the apartment five minutes ago. I ducked in my car so I couldn't see in which direction he took of. No one else came out, or went in after that." She finished. Antonio pointed to her car telling her she should get back in there and wait. She silently obeliged.

The three of them moved slowly, Roman opened the door so they could step inside. Antonio went in first, covered by Kim. The apartment was dark except for the light that came in from the living room window to their left. As they stepped in further into Brett's apartment they could see that everything was torn apart. Pillows were stabbed open, the couch lay down on the side, the tv scattered on the floor, tables and chairs broken, lamps smashed into the walls. It looked terrible, as they moved upstairs and into the master bedroom. For some reason Antonio had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach.

He could always rely on his gut. And this time was no diffrent. Above the king size bed it was, written in big letters. ' WE KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE ' The red paint was dripping down the wall. What the hell did that mean? Antonio felt anger rising in his belly, this wasn't a coincidence, this was about today, the ones that tried to shoot Sylvie today knew that she could identivie them, and now they knew where she lived. He had no idea how, but he was going to find out.

He noticed movement next to him, Roman and Kim stood there, all three of them looking at the wall, confusion and angst written all over their faces. He heard the steps behind him when it was already too late to keep her out of the room. Sylvie showed up behind them, gasping in shock, stumbling back into the wall opposite of where the bed was.

Antoino was by her side with a few steps. His hand touched her shoulder. She didn't seem to notice because all she did was stare at the wall.

"Voight, this is Antonio, I need you at Sylvie Bretts adress. They know that she saw them, they devastated her apartment. Yes, Yes Boss. Ok we'll do." She noticed him hanging up the phone.

"The team is coming. In the meantime we should leave, so they can do their work. I'll stay with you. Do you have a place to go?" concern swinging in his voice.

"I could use a drink if you don't mind." Sylvie said sad and started walking out. The mild air surounded her as she stepped out of the house. Antonio followed near behind.

"C'mon. We'll take my car."

Sylvie nodded, he opened the door for her so she could get in, she forced a smile trying to thank him but she just wasn't in the mood. Her thoughts ran wild in her mind as he drove them towards Molly's.

What had she gotten into? Why was stuff like that always happening to her? She couldn't remeber ever had hurting someone, quite the opposite actually. Her whole life she had helped others, she had always put them before herself. Even when her ex fiancee made her choose between him and her new life here in Chicago, she had chosen her job. Yes, that decision was the easiest she ever made, and every day she was greatful for it. She remembered how it felt to be put down by him, the way he always made her feel bad so he'd feel better. She wasn't sure what she ever saw in him. After these memories, Sylvie started to feel a little bit better despite everything she had just lost tonight, she hadn't lost herself, she was still alive and she was greatful for it. Greatful for the friend she knew had her back, and greatful for new friend she gained just today.

She glanced over to the drivers seat just to find Antonio staring to the road in front of him. He seemed to be in deep thoughts then he didn't notice her staring.

"Thanks for saving my life today." She simply said a smile on her lips.

Antonio turned his head just so he could look back at her. "You're very welcome." He paused and exchanged looks between her and the road, but then continued. "It is my job you know."

Sylvie just nodded and turned away again. The sun was about to set, she knew they'd arrive at Molly's soon. All she could think about now was that drink she mentioned earlier.

The bar was crowded, this was normal on a saturday night, she totally forgot about that, otherwise she wouldn't have come. She hoped people would leave her alone, and they did. She could see Gabby working behind the bar with Hermann, she walked up to them about to order but Gabby was quicker. She placed a beer and a glass of red wine in front of her with a wink before moving to the other end of the bar. She took both of them and turned around to find Antonio standing there, very close. She almost bumped into him but he reacted fast and took the drinks out of her hands, holding them up in the air so they wouldn't spill all over them.

" I'm so sorry, I didn't see you behind me." She explained quickly.

" No harm done." He said . " C'mon, I saw a free table on our way in." He added and started walking.

"You don't have to babysitt me, you know." She said while sliding down into the booth on a table near the front door.

"Yes I do. "

He didn't know what it was but he somehow felt that he had to protect her. He slid into the booth opposite her facing the front door of the bar. 'You never know' he thought to himself.

"Cheers." He lifted his beer, and she did the same with her wine before they both took a sip. There wasn't a conversation after this, they just sat there, with their thoughts. She about where she would sleep tonight and he, how he was going to protect her from what was coming, he knew it would be bad and he was going to make sure that no harm was coming to this young beautiful woman.

"Do you want another one?"

Sylvie lifted her head up, not understanding what he just had asked her.

"Huh?" Was all she could say.

"Do you want another drink?" He asked again. Antonio saw that she was struggeling with something but decided to not ask her about it. It wasn't his buissnes after all.

"If you don't mind, I'd like that yes." She said cracking a smile.

Before he could get up Gabby was already at their table bringing a glass of water for him and a new glass of red wine for her.

"Here you go." Gabby said looking at the two. "You take good care of my friend ok Antonio?" She said kissing him on the cheek.

"I will, we'll find the guys who are after her." He looked at his sister who nodded. "You can trust him Brett, he's one of the good guys." She said to her. "Thanks Gabby." Sylvie said cheering to her and him.

An hour later they still sat there. Nothing had happend, he watched her with ease the whole time.

"What is it?" He suddendly asked before he could think about it any further.

"Nothing." She wispered.

"I'm a cop, I know when something is wrong."

"It's nothing really."

"You can tell me, you know." he paused and leaned forward a little over the table. "I won't judge, I promise." He added.

"I know, it's just... It's nothing really. I just don't have any family here in Chicago and now that my aparment was torn apart I have nowhere to sleep for the night. I mean I could ask Cruz but I don't wanna bother anyone." she left out a long breath and risked a look in his direction. She felt his warm rough hand squeezing hers. "You'll stay with me. I won't let you out of my sight anyway until this is over." He pulled back his hand to take a sip of the icewater Gabby brought him.

The loss of his hand on hers made her feel alone all over agian. She didn't understand why but somehow she felt safe in his company. She didn't know him before today, yes she knew he was Gabby's brother, but other than that they never had spoken to one another. She had made friends with Erin, Gabby and Kim but other than that and after her relationship with Cruz she had stayed away from guys.

"I can't stay with you." She finally said.

"Yes you can and you will." He said uncompromisingly.

"Thank you." She quietly replied and then finished her wine in one long gulp.

He opened the door to his small apartment he had since the divorce and switched on the dim lights.

"Make yourself at home, I have to check in with Voight to see what they found out."

"K, thanks." Sylvie watched him open the door that led to a small garden just outside the living room. She heard his voice but not what he was saying. She was to tired to pay attention and she had to pee really badly so she made her way looking for the bathroom.

When she came back into the living room she found a black t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants lying on the couch.

"I thought you may want to change for bed." The sudden voice made her jump a little, because she didn't see him standing in the kitchen doorframe watching her. Now that he was leaning there she could clearly see him for the first time in all that chaos that had happend today. He wore a pair of dark jeans and a blue shirt. Around his neck was his police badge. A silver star. The gun was strapped into a brown leather holder on the side of his torso. He held a cup of what smelled like coffee in his hand. He must have noticed her staring because as her gaze returned to his face she saw him smiling.

A blush spread across her cheeks and she quickly turned around grabbing the clothes from the couch heading back to the bathroom. She undressed herself and decided to take a quick shower before putting on the clean clothes, he said she should feel at home, and that was what she did without being told twice. It was already getting to midnight as she finally laid down on the couch. She hadn't seen Antonio since she got out of the shower and she caught herself thinking what his bedroom might look like.

"The couch is for me."

Their eyes met and hers widened as she saw him staning in front of the couch in just a white undershirt and a pair of black sweats that sat very low on his hips. She cought herself staring again, suddendly she felt like she was in highschool all over again.

"No it's fine really, I can stay on the couch, I really don't mind."

"It's not because of that, I told you I would protect you and for that I need to be near the door. You can sleep in the bedroom in my bed at the end of the hall."

"Okay." Was all she managed to say, she stood up and walked further into the apartment until she reached the white wooden door that lead directly into his bedroom.

His scent filled her nostrills, the sheets were soft and cold and smelled like him. The shirt he gave her was too long and to big but confortable. It almost made her feel small. The bed smaller than hers. The night was dark and she couldn't sleep. She pulled out the bun that held her hair together and threw it onto the nightstand next to the bed. The bedroom she was in, wasn't big but clean. There was no decoration except for a few pictures of his two children. She knew who they because of Gabby. She knew that he had an ugly divorce behind him as well. She thought about it for a minute or two before the incidents from today once again filled her mind.

She couldn't breath, it was to much. She sat up, and tried to calm herself down a little. Someone was after her. She needed to know what and who and why. She needed to talk to Antonio. She didn't ask before because her body felt numb and she was filled with fear, but now she wanted to know. Without any other thought she got up and made her way back to the living room. The lights were out but she already knew her way around so she found the couch quickly. She stood before it the way he had before and opened her mouth to say something when suddendly a gun was pointed at her head.

"What the fuck! Sylvie." Never sneak up on me again. I almost shot you.

"Sorry." She said half shoked half impressed at his fast reaction.

"If you had heard the door I guess you would have moved even faster. I'm kind of impressed." She rambled without pause.

"What is it?" He asked putting the gun on the coffee table in front of him. She sat down next to it and before starting to talk letting him sit up as well.

"What did Voight and the team find out?" It was still dark in the room because neither of them bothered to switch on the lights.

"They don't know anything concrete. He said they have some leads and they go after it." He took a long breath before continuing. "They won't stop before they find them or him, or whoever is behind this." She could feel his eyes on her even though she could barely see his face in the dark.

"When can I go home?" She already knew the answer to that but asked anyway.

"Not as long as they are out there hunting you." He responded.

"And I am staying with you in the meantime?"

"As far as I'm concerned yes."

"But ..." He cut her of by talking again. "There is no but Sylvie, you're not bothering me at all. I want you to stay here. You are welcome here and I will keep you safe. I promised you and I promised my sister."

"Why are you doing this for me? You don't even know me?"

"..." "Go back to bed now, we'll talk tomorrow."

She knew he couldn't see her but nodded anyway.

The morning came slowly. She woke up to a still dark room but as she opened her eyes she could see that Antonio must have closed the curtains because she remembered that they were open when she got to bed again.

She heard noise coming out of the kitchen so she decided to get up. Her room was still dark. Sylvie's feet touched the cold floor and she tiptoed over to the window opening the heavy curtains to let the light inside.

After that she made her way out of the room. As soon as she had opened the door, the smell of food surrounded her she noticed that she was hungry. Her last meal had been breakfast the day before.

Curious she walked to the kitchen and stopped at the sight in front of her.

Antonio's back was to her. He wore what looked like the same jeans as the day before though she was sure they weren't, because this time he wore a black belt that helped then stay in place. Combined with that he wore a black t-shirt that clung tightly to his torso.

She leaned against the doorframe just as he had the night before and kept watching him. the muscles of his back moved under his skin while he worked on bringing what smelled so good in the pan to a white plate. She watched as he worked with an ease she'd never seen from a guy in the kitchen before. Before... She was the one who always had to get dinner ready and play houswife. That was part of why she had left too. She shook her head as to get rid of the past and enjoyed the view that was offered to her.

"Hi sleepy head."

"Huh?" She shriked.

Antonio smiled, he had caught her of guard, a blush spread out on her cheeks and he knew that he had caught her staring. He had to give it to her that she managed to sneak up on him twice in less than twenty-four hours and if she hadn't been so focused she probably would have caught him jerk a little.

"I made lunch for you." He said ignoring her behvior and walked past her with the plate to the couch table in the living room. Now during the day, the room was bright because of the big window door that lead to the garden behind the house.

"Lunch?" She asked confused and tilted her head to the side. "I need to get to the firehouse, talk to Chief Boden." Sylvie turned around heading back to the bedroom where she knew she had put the clothes after her shower. She needed to get down to the firehouse to talk to the Chief about working and to give him an update to what exactly was happening. ' If he hadn't it already heard anyway' she thought while pulling Antonio's shirt over her head.

"You should eat something first." She heard Antonio's voice coming from the living room.

"I can eat after. I need to talk to the Chief first." She turned around while pulling up the trousers.

"eeeep!" ... " Turn around will you!?"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to I mean I thought you were already dressed, I mean I didn't think at all." He turned around after that, she heard him walk away.

"Can this day get any worse?" She whispered.

She was already by the door when he catched up with her. "I drive." Antonio said quickly opening the door by reaching around from behind her. They walked to the car in silence, the situation from before still hanging in the air like a heavy cloud. She could tell that he was embaressed, Sylvie didn't want that. She didn't want it to get awkward, she owed him at least that because this guy let her stay at his place, let her eat his food and wear his clothes. So the least she could do was be greatful and thank him. The thoughts about the food gave her an idea. She planned to get to a grocery store before returning back.

Everybody in firehouse 51 was hugging her, even Cap. She knew he never hugged anybody. She let them. All of them. She knew that they cared and she was greatful for it. They were her family and that was never going to change. She was just not the type to rely on somone so much. She already had that, did that and it hadn't worked out.

"You know if you wanna talk or need another place to stay because my brother is misbehaving you let me know, you can always live with me and Matt." Gabby winked at her and patted her shoulder before leaving her in front of the Batalion Chiefs office.

Now, was the time to convince the Chief to let her get back to shift.

Two hours later they arrived at the apartment. Sylvie was still pissed. He could tell because the whole ride back, with the short stop at the store, she hadn't talked a single word. All she did was staring out of the car window. He knew that Wallace wouldn't let her work, Voight thought it was to dangerous to be out in the streets with just another peramedic, and he fully agreed. It was safer to lay low a couple of days or as long as it took to bring the ones in that were about to harm her down.

He had never ever stayed away from a case like that before this one. He couldn't tell why but something told him to take care of her security detail by himself. He heard her puting away the grocery's, she shut the cabins a bit more forceful than it was necessary but he didn't say anything. He knew that it sucked to be helpless and not able to work. He didn't know her before or what she had been through, if she had been through something at all really but he caught himself being curious about her life.

"Wanna eat something?" He shouted through the flat.

"Are you cooking again?" He heard her say and when he lifted his head he saw her standing there smiling at him. Or was she challenging him?

"Yes, I can. But only if you're gonna eat it this time." He held her gaze and smiled back.

Sylvie nodded and went back finishing up with the groceries.

"Can I shower before dinner?" She walked up behind him.

"shhhhhh" ... He turned around fast, standing in front of her looking down in her innocent face. "I told you, stop sneaking up on me." His face showed that he was serious and maybe a little bit angry, Sylvie looked up at him, her eyes finding his. It was as if time was standing still for a split moment, she cought herself looking at his lips, wondering what it migh would taste like to kiss him. The moment the thought crossed her mind she pulled back and the spell was gone. She stepped back and without another word she walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind her.

Her heart was racing, she leaned against the door and closed her eyes. They had a moment, that was a moment, right? She thought shaking her head. What the hell was happening, why did she have thoughts like that with everything that was happening? She would have kissed him, would have kissed away that anger, would have leaned in so the kiss would have gotten deeper.

"Nope! No, You gotta stop Sylvie. There was nothing!" She wispered to herself while trying to calm herself down.

They ate in silence, neither of them speaking. ' Great now I made it even more awkward' Sylvie thought while shoving a piece of Broccoli into her mouth.

"Listen I am sorry, I didn't mean to. I don't know what that was before. I really don't. If you want me to stay somewhere else I would totally get it. I can pack my things after dinner." She paused for a second closing her eyes to gather her dignity or that little rest that was left anyway. "I am sorry." She added, her hands holding knife and fork , one in each hand placed next to the plate in front of her. She looked at him and waited for him to say something.

"You can stay here. It is my job to keep you safe and I will do that. And don't worry about the other stuff. ok? I mean it, no harm done." As if nothing happened he was back at eating his food.

She was bored. No bored was actually an undeerstatement. Nothing happened, there was not even a fly she could chase around and get rid of, nothing. The tv showed only bullshit and she already had cleaned up everything twice. She even had done laundry, and folded his and her clothes. Antonio had Erin gather some more clothes for her and bring them over through Alvin to make sure they weren't been followed.

Sylvie was so greatfull that she had cocked dinner for Antonio that day. She hadn't cooked for a guy since the disaster with her ex fiancee.

"Good night. I am heading to bed." She said as she walked out of the bathroom.

"Night." He barely moved his head to look at her, studying a case file instead.

Shots were fired. Sylvie sat up in bed looking the way the door was. The room was still dark there was not one bit of lights except the one that shone through under the door.

Antonio!

Before she could jump out of bed a hand grabbed her from behind, covering her mouth in the process. She tried to free herself but the person was to strong. "Shhht. Shhh it's me." She finally heard him wisper. Sylvie stopped moving and let her muscles relay a little. "Get cover behind the closet. And do not open the door, not even for me, understand?" He wispered further. Sylvie nodded, knowing he could feel it by his hand still loosly on her mouth. Before she could respond something further he was gone.

She tip toed to the closet and pressed herself next to it into the wall. The apartment was quiet since the first shots she heard and she was wondering where they or the intrudors were. She pressed herself into the wall as much as she could and tried to keep her breathing as calm as possible.

She heard the door, then something hitting the wall followed by two shots. Sylvie closed her eyes, this was it, this was the day she would die.

Fear took over her whole body, she was afraid, not only for her life but also for Antonio's. She had put him in danger because of something she supposely heard. She couldn't remeber hearing something the only thing she could would be identify one of the guys from the warehouse. But she already gave everything she knew to detective Voight.

"Police. Put down the gun or I swear I blow your head of right now." She heard the deep rusky voice of Voight echo through the rooms.

Finally she opened her eyes.

"Antonio?" She shouted

"Antonio?"

She jumped over the dead body which was lying just outside the bedroom door not carying if the guy was alive or not, the moment she saw that it wasn't Antonio she ran into the living room searching for him there.

"Antonio? Where is Antonio?" She shouted, Voigh't whole team was standing in the middle of the apartment, looking at her with a strange expression.

"Where is he?" She started again but Voight just kept looking at her.

"Are you ok? Are you hurt?" She heard Erin say next to her.

"I am fine. But can you tell me where Antonio is please?" Erin's hollow look said it all.

"No nononono," Sylvie ran outside not waiting for anyone to say something but hearing Erin's voice "You need to let them work."

When she came outside she rushed to the ambulance who was about to leave. "Wait, I'm coming with." The man she had never seen before stopped in his trackes and looked at her. "Family?"

She knew they wouldn't let her come with if they knew that she jsut was the victim he was protecting so she reacted fast. "Wife."

"Jump in." The tall man said and she did.

His face was pale and his skin sweaty, he had lost a lot of blood. Sylvie took his hand into hers. "Everything is going to be ok, you're going to be ok." She told him over and over again. Maybe just to convince herself.

"Wife huh?" He could barely talk but still tried to smile. "Fuck that hurts."

"Don't move let them help you and stop talking, safe your strength."

He tried to smile again but failed. He reached out to her, grabbing her shirt and pulling her closer to his. Sylvie leaned in, carefull to not put pressure onto his body. "I would have liked you kissing me." He said and then let go of her.

She looked at him, baffled about his words. Suddendly everything became clear. He had felt it too, the moment they shared, he had felt it too... again she took his hand into hers and squeezed it lightly. He turned his head to look at her and without another thought Sylvie leaned in and pressed her lips to his.