First attempt at a Casey and Dawson fic, have written one for 'Jamie and Eddie' on Blue Bloods, so we'll see where this one goes and how long of a story it ends up being.
I recently just got into this show - all caught up and was drawn to this couple from the start!
Note - Rating is a T; however, warning that portions may contain an M rating.
Hope you enjoy!
Back to You - Chapter One:
It had been a few short months since Gabby stood outside a burning building, barely holding herself together as her husband bared his soul and uttered a tearful goodbye, one that not only broke her into a million pieces but almost ended up shutting off the air supply as she stood there frozen. Luckily, in a twist of fate, he came out of that building alive and back into her arms.
She had been telling everyone for months – what they went through was over, it was done.
They were moving on from the pain of it all.
That was, until roles were reversed, and she was thrown into what could have been another life altering change for the two of them. She fought to stay alive, and with her husband on the other side of the concrete walls pushing her to keep fighting as he tried to find a way in, they found themselves on the verge of events being the cause of one of them being taken from the other.
This time, no goodbyes were exchanged, only words of fight for survival.
Coming up from behind and feeling his arms wrap around her, Gabby was thrown back into reality, right before slowly sinking backward into her husband's embrace. Safe and familiar, a feeling she never wanted to take for granted. "Good morning," he whispered into her ear.
A small smile escaped at not only the sound of his voice, but the softness of his lips as they pressed against her cheek. The two of them had gone through so many changes and struggles over the past several months – personally and professionally. Her father had left their apartment, which was bound to relieve some tension in their marriage, and then he was promoted to a Captain in the firehouse.
Matt Casey smirked once his wife turned around and placed a soft kiss against his lips in return, cupping his face in the process, and drawing him near until she stalled against the wooden edge of the dresser. The two of them reluctantly pulled away slowly in that moment, silently wishing they had the day to fall back into bed and shut out the rest of the world, continuing to relish in the fact that they were both still alive, and most importantly, together.
They couldn't deny that, at times, the job was a threat to what they wanted personally.
After what had happened in the parking garage, he knew that her being off truck didn't necessarily mean she would avoid the risk of their jobs – on or off duty. Stepping in and helping people – it was who they were, and they'd both risked their own lives to do so when the call came.
He'd clung to her that day when she finally stepped out from the rubble, holding tightly as her body shook, and getting lost in the moment with her before finding a way to release the grip. She'd not only given herself a scare, but him as well. This was his wife, the one person that was central to his world, and he couldn't deny that day had been just as real for him as his was for her, which he knew was the reason behind the intensity that came from them once they returned to the apartment after his ceremony.
They'd barely made it through the door before beginning to shred their clothing.
It was intense, maybe more than it had ever been, something he couldn't get off his mind that morning.
"We probably should get going," Gabby stated, wiping traces of lipstick from his lips.
He nodded, knowing she was probably right.
Following her out of their bedroom and into the kitchen, all he could think about was how he hoped they could refocus on their marriage after what they had endured as of late. Not that he was fooling himself – the risks of their jobs would always cast a shadow.
Always.
They both, however, needed to deal with that reality a little better.
The subject was barely touched upon after his close call in a blazing fire, just barely touching the surface when she tearfully expressed for him to never say good-bye to her again, and then with his promise to always come back to her. It was a promise in an emotional moment between them that was inevitable.
"Gabby—"
After placing a cup of coffee in front of him, their eyes met, a soft smile curved her mouth.
He suddenly became silent, deciding against uttering any further words around the place she held in his life. After all, he was pretty sure he had made those feelings perfectly clear over the past twelve hours.
She didn't need him to say anything, she knew he loved her just as strongly as she loved him.
"Let's go before we're late."
Gabby picked up her cup of coffee and then backpack, just before giving him a soft smile while heading out the door. Matt, on the other hand, stood back for a few brief moments, watching as she left the apartment and then exhaling deeply, knowing that she meant more to him than words could have even expressed.
With that, he grabbed the cup of coffee before him and walked to the door.
Brett and Dawson pulled into the fire station, returning after their trip from Chicago Med with a woman who was experiencing strong labor pains thanks to a no-good boyfriend, who had refused to take her to the hospital out of sheer stubbornness. Unfortunately for him, the cries of the woman's pain were heard by several neighbors, which was the reason the cops were a few short car lengths ahead when they arrived.
The two of them walked into the firehouse and directly to the locker room.
The raised voices were heard as they entered through the doors, and before long, the two stumbled upon a heated exchange between Casey and Severide, which quickly began to fade at the sight of their presence. However, it had been clear something had gone down between the two men, leaving the tone in their voices show that this wasn't their usual disagreement.
Matt Casey looked at his wife, and then at Brett.
Severide also glanced at them, realizing this wasn't going to be a battle he was going to win with Casey in that moment, especially considering how Casey out-ranked him now. He could explain his reasonings on why he said what he said, but in the end, he had to let it go.
With that, he turned from all of them and walked out the door.
"What happened?" Gabby asked, moving toward Matt.
He shook his head, irritated with the strain his new ranking was beginning to have on the friendship with Severide. If this is how it was going to go, he knew there were going to be problems.
"It's nothing."
Brett glanced at Dawson and politely excused herself, just before exiting through the door of the locker room. Gabby waited a few seconds after the door closed before stepping back to her husband. It was clear from the tone of his voice that what had gone down with Severide was not nothing. She knew the two well, and she knew they could both be stubborn when it came to their jobs, just as she could be.
"Hey – "Gabby reached out, hoping to at the very least, be a voice of reason. She expected for him to be partially receptive to her comfort; however, he obviously had other ideas. He barely glanced at her when he shrugged off her words, slamming the locker door shut, and left her standing alone without so much as an 'I'll see you at home' coming from his lips.
She stood there, shaking her head at his mood.
It was clear going home wasn't going to be all that pleasant, if he was even there.
Brett stepped back through the doors of the locker room and found Dawson gathering her things and Casey nowhere in sight. She hoped that he hadn't taken his anger over Severide out on her. "Everything all right?" Sylvie Brett asked, although by the look from Dawson, it wasn't.
"I have to skip out on drinks tonight – I probably should get home."
Brett understood, letting her know that they could get drinks another time.
Gabby felt tempted to give him a few hours to cool down before going home, despite not wanting to put any additional strain on their marriage. They had already gone through so much; and, after the night they just shared, it was evident that neither wanted to live without the other.
"I guess I better go – maybe tomorrow night?"
Brett nodded with a smile before turning back to the lockers.
Gabby entered the apartment, not sure what she would stumble upon or what kind of mood he'd be in after he tore out of the firehouse, barely uttering a word in her direction on his way out. Truthfully, she wasn't even sure if he'd be there. Maybe he went to the bar with the rest of the firehouse family? Maybe he was out somewhere cooling off rather than coming home, where he knew the odds of them getting into an argument were high that night?
Guess not.
She heard the fridge door slam once she entered
Bracing herself for what was to come, she stepped further into the apartment and let the door close from behind. She set down the backpack and walked toward the kitchen slowly, where he stood with a beer in hand, staring across the room as her presence became known.
"I wasn't sure I would find you at home," Gabby expressed in slight disappointment from his actions in the locker room, just as she treaded lightly into their conversation. There was a puzzled look across his face as she got closer, almost as if he wouldn't have been anywhere else. "You left the firehouse tonight without me. I wasn't sure if you were joining everyone at Molly's, or if you were—I didn't know where you'd be."
She stopped near the kitchen island, keeping a wide enough gap between them.
"I'm sorry about that," he apologized, in between taking a few gulps of the beer in hand. "I should have waited – I skipped out on the paperwork." His eyes briefly skimmed down her body once she stepped around the island toward him.
He reached inside the fridge, grabbed another a beer and handed it to her.
"Thanks," she said in a soft whisper, taking a slow sip as their eyes were glued to the other.
Despite his disagreement with Severide during a rescue, Matt Casey had spent the other half of the day thinking about his wife, wondering about the dangers that could be going on after rolling out on the ambo.
He had tried not to be, knowing it would only drive him crazy.
"I didn't even ask about your day - how was it?"
She set the bottle down on the counter before turning back to her husband, partially wondering if maybe the night wouldn't be as bad as initially thought on her way home? Did he leave all his frustration back at the station? Could they pick up where they had left off last night and again this morning?
"Brett and I took a call today – a woman was experiencing strong labor pains, and her boyfriend refused to bring her into the hospital out of an inconvenience to his day." Gabby saw the look that spread across his face, obviously a look of concern for the woman sure, but maybe even a slight memory of when she had experienced excruciating pain of her own and how Boden was there for her.
The circumstances were different – however, it was probably something that entered his mind as it had hers.
Matt brought a hand up to her shoulder, a softness reflected in his eyes.
"What happened? Is she all right?"
"We got her to the hospital in time, but that's all I know." All she could do was keep good thoughts.
He stepped closer and cupped her face gently, letting all other thoughts of the day fade off into a distance, knowing that this must have affected her in more ways than one, especially considering how their end left her with regret and utter sadness, as it did him.
Their lips met as he drew her near, keeping their kisses soft and slow.
His hands then rested gently against her hips once their lips parted, just long enough to regain the airflow into his lungs, and before long, his eyes shifted back down to her lips. It was then that he knew coming home to be with her that night had been the right decision. The Firehouse 51 family was a great support when needed; however, it was his wife that had the true ability to make him forget.
Before he had the chance to flirt with another kiss, he felt the heat from her touch once they cupped his face with force, right before leaning in to deepen the kiss between them, allowing his tongue to find hers in an instant. He moaned as her fingers teased the waistband of his pants, and he wanted nothing more than to strip off the clothing between them before her touch went any further.
She pulled back, slightly out of breath, leaving him confused once she stepped away and disappeared from his view within a matter of seconds. He pursed his lips together, barely able to move in that moment, right up until she peaked around the corner, obviously just long enough to determine if he was going to continue standing in the kitchen or follow her into the bedroom.
A smile escaped, as he bit down on his bottom lip before joining her.
Once he stepped inside the room, he couldn't help but inhale deeply at the vision of her sitting on the edge of the bed, stripped down to nothing but a bra and panties, hair swaying loosely around her shoulders, and looking at him with a seductive smile, eyes he could get lost in.
"I know you probably wanted to watch the game tonight—"
He moved from the doorway, barely able to concentrate on what she was saying by the way she looked - she was wearing a piece of lingerie that he hadn't seen before tonight. And, ever since the day she was trapped in a parking garage, concrete about to come crashing down around her, the two of them couldn't get enough of the other. They'd spent most of the previous night and the earlier hours of the morning focused on each other, almost as if they'd lost time that they were trying to get back.
In a way, they were.
"I think the game can wait," he whispered, eyes drifting down to her, and then stepping forward until he was standing at the foot of the bed. It was then that he felt her fingers tug at the waistband of his pants, pulling him closer. He smirked, licking his lips slightly, right before pulling his shirt over his head and throwing it on the floor.
He stood there for a moment, taking her in once more, and then stripped down to his boxers.
She moved both hands behind her, scooting further onto the bed.
Once he joined her and their lips crashed onto each other, he rolled her body until she was covering him completely, and when she broke from their kiss, she sat up in a straddling position, breathing deeply, and through the darkness looking down at him as his hands rested against her thighs, his eyes remaining peeled to hers.
She playfully bit down on her bottom lip, reaching behind her back and removing the snaps that held her bra in place, right until it hung loosely around the front of her frame. Something that wasn't lost on her husband. And once she tossed it to the side of the bed, she felt him shift underneath.
His fingers tugged on the lining of her panties until they were removed.
Gabby took a deep breath before lowering herself back down, removing the boxers off him in the process. She then felt his hands on her lower back as he rolled her over – they moved in rhythm, slowly, kisses deepening with each thrust, and then after repeating several times, she was back on top and hovering over him, breathless. That was, until he reached to pull her back down to him where she belonged. "I love you," he whispered into her ear, just before she collapsed across his chest.
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