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Severide

I wait for Voight to explain everything he knew before I leave to find Casey. Dawson. Missing. Car crash. Mills and Brett gone too. That's about all we knew. As much as anyone knew. But why would Lullo take Dawson? She had nothing to do with the kid's death. She wasn't even at the scene. Could Lullo even be involved?

I find Casey pacing back and forth a window, running his hands roughly through his hair. He grips his phone in one hand and his face is flushed and tear-stained. I worry as much as he does.

I put my hands on his shoulders to stop him pacing. He looks up at me with wide eyes before shrugging me off, "She's gotta be okay..." he mutters, returning to pacing. It was a trait I noticed he shared with Dawson.

"Casey, man stop pacing. Casey... Matt!" I call loudly after my failed attempts at getting him to hear me. Casey's head snaps up to look at me again, "She's missing Severide, missing. And she's no doubt injured. What the hell am I meant to do?!" He screeches, finally stopping his erratic movements.

Positioning myself against the wall I explain what Voight had said, "When Voight was where you found 61, he got a call about a car accident involving Dawson. Burgess recognised the car as Dawson's and called Voight. They know that she was hit off the road by another car, but her car took a lot of damage on the passenger side. Driver's side was relatively okay. They found a little blood that's Gabby's type, but not much else. The car who hit her was gone and they think whoever knocked her off the road took her. No one saw anything. That's all we know."

Casey digests this information before responding. His body seems to collapse into itself, his eyes show just how lost and scared he was. Despite whatever was going on between them, he loved her more than anything.

"Why would Lullo take her? She wasn't involved with his kids' death..." Casey murmurs quietly, rubbing his eyes dry.

"Maybe it wasn't Lullo."

"Then why take Mills and Brett?"

I don't answer. I don't have an answer. Truth was I was just as confused as him, "I don't know what's happened, but we should go back and see what they're planning to do."

He nods, but takes no action to return to the waiting room. His world was shattering around him and he couldn't stop it. Casey swallows thickly, "What can I do?"

I say the first thing that comes to mind, "Don't give up."


Dawson

Ringing. Dull, continuous ringing in my ears.

I smelled the coppery scent of blood and the skin on my head felt sticky.

The floor was lumpy and soft. My hands couldn't move.

My eyes open just a sliver and standing above me, was a blurry male figure.

I heard voices call me, call my name over and over, voices I recognised but couldn't quite place.

The figure that stood above me leaned down. A quiet groan escaped my lips.

Something sharp pierced my arm and a second later, I was out.


Antonio

"Why the hell was she home? Why wasn't she at work? What the hell is going on with you two?!"

"What happened between us isn't relevant!"

"I'll say what's relevant and what isn't! My sister is missing and injured!"

"Don't you think I know that? I'm just as concerned as you!"

Voight finally got in between us, shoving a hand into my chest and one into Matt's. He doesn't flinch as Voight touches him, yet I half expected Matt to swing for him. "Knock it off, now. Do you to think Gabriela would want this? Huh?"

Matt backs down first, moving to sit on a chair beside Herrmann, shrugging Severide's hand off his arm. Jay finally lets me go.

"Now get you're heads into this or you'll both go home, you hear me? This is last thing we should be dealing with."

Voight gives us a moment before he speaks to the room again, "I've just gotten off the phone with Burgess. Lullo's got on a flight to New York at 8:30 this morning. What time did 61 get called out?"

Herrmann answered, "Between ten and half past this morning."

Ruzek responded, "He could have gotten a couple of his thugs to take Mills and this Brett girl."

"But why take Gabriela? And why fly to NY if you want revenge?" Atwater said.

"Atwater," Voight said, motioning to him, "I want a list of anyone who'd have a vendetta with Gabriela, Mills or Brett... Ruzek, I want CCTV within a 5 block radius of 61's location. Find me the car he took Mills and Brett in. Halstead, Erin," he turned to them and they looked up for their orders, "Get all you can from Gabriela's car and then trace her movements. I wanna know how this guy got to her."

Matt handed Erin the keys for their apartment and then they left, after Erin placed her hand over Matt's and said, "We'll find her."

Olinsky tapped Voight's arm, "I'll look into Lullo," he said as he left the room, clapping my shoulder as he went, toothpick in mouth.

"What do you want me to do?" I asked Voight. He turned towards me, pointed at Matt and said, "You two, with me."


We walked to the emergency stair exit and stepped inside, Voight last, closing the green door behind us. Matt stood almost defensively, but his body oozed fear and not anger.

"We need to know why Gabby left shift," Voight said voice that was as gentle as Voight was ever going to get, because he knew how fragile and how desperate Matt was in this moment, and he needed no aggravation.

Matt contemplates arguing, but then he sees that more yelling will get us nowhere, so he sighs and answers, "We got into an argument at shift. She asked to go home. I let her. We didn't speak afterwards, we were too angry and with Donna going into labour, and 61 missing... I didn't think to try to call her until we got here."

Voight nods and Matt rubs his face, exhaling forcefully, trying to keep the tears at bay.

"You gotta find her, please... you-" Matt begs desperately.

Voight looks at him with a fierce determination, "We will. I promise you."


Severide

Chief walks with a beaming smile into the waiting room just as Voight, Casey and Antonio rejoined us. Herrmann greets him with a hug, "How's the baby? Donna?"

"Both great," Chief splutters, "Terrence is stable and breathing well. They're gonna bring him to us soon. Donna's fine, tired and grumpy, but perfectly fine."

He's congratulated by all before he asks the question that everyone dreaded, "What's happened?" Chief asks, when he processes the grim feel in the room.

Casey slips out of the room just as Antonio began to explain, he couldn't hear it anymore. He couldn't hear anymore of Mills or Brett or Dawson, he couldn't hear more of how the person he loved more than anything was missing.

He was in the bathroom, throwing up.

I waited until he left the stall, looking pale and grim, and slowly approached the sinks to wash his hands and swill out his mouth.

"I don't care," he says suddenly and I stare incredulously at him.

"Matt? What the hell?"

He shakes his head, "Not like that. I don't care about me being Lt. and her being candidate. I don't care about the job. I need her Kelly, no matter what."

Heck, I couldn't say anything to that, "C'mere man," I mutter and wrap my arms around his shoulders, letting him recuperate in my arms.

"They're gonna find them. Mills, Brett, Dawson, they're gonna be okay..."

Casey nods slightly, but gives no more verbal reply.

When we make our way back the waiting room Mouch says that Chief has returned to Donna and Terrence, but to keep him updated. Everyone is still sat in their seats, worried and scared, murmuring quietly between themselves to not focus on the chaos around them.

Erin and Halstead are standing beside Voight and Antonio, talking in low hurried voices.

"What is it?" Casey questions quickly, nervous and wide-eyed.

Antonio frowns and is almost in tears, Erin answers, "We found a note and a memory stick in your mail box."

"The note?" Casey asks as he steps towards them, hands shaking as he takes the pink paper from Erin.

I stand beside him, "Transfer papers?" Casey murmurs vulnerable as he stares at the sheets in his hands. Erin nods, "Burgess spoke to CFD HQ, Gabby left your apartment and went there to ask for transfer papers. Her car was hit a few blocks from there."

Casey swallows thickly, forcing back tears. He was questioning whether she was transferring to fix things, or whether she was leaving him. I knew the answer, he feared the wrong one.

On the back of the paper was a scrawl that didn't belong to Dawson. It read, 'After everything, she still tries to fix things between you. Why you? What makes you so special? You don't deserve her and you never will Matthew Casey. She's better off with me and she will see that.'

The papers fall from his hands as he punches the wall with a roar of anger, cracking the paint and plaster. I grab his shoulders and force him into a chair. He's breathing forcefully and his entire body is shaking with rage, "Matt, don't you let this asshole get to you, do you hear me? You know what he said isn't true, so Gabby needs you to stay focused for her, okay?"

"Okay," he grunts with a thick voice and I leave my hands on his shoulders as I look up at Erin, "The memory stick?"

She hesitates, but when Voight shrugs at her, telling her that now is as good a time as any, she pulls out a laptop from a black tech bag and places it on the table in front of us. We wait for her to load the memory stick and it's contents.

"Oh god," Matt mutters when the screen comes to life.

It was a video and dated in the corner it said 'March 14th 2014.' The video was of the inside of Molly's. Dawson sat at the counter, completely alone, working on her laptop. From the angle the video was taken, the camera must have been placed near the front door, possibly on the window sill. Curtains would have covered most of it from view.

Dawson was typing quickly on her laptop, probably working on orders for Molly's or something. She was playing music, swaying and singing along to the words.

"...Singing Radiohead at the top of our lungs, with the boombox blaring as we're falling in love, got a bottle of whatever but it's getting us drunk, singing here's to never growing up..." she sings along the beat as she brushes her wild curly hair from her face.

Her phone rings and she answers, "Hey Herrmann... yes, I'm placing the orders now, no, I do not need help... Hey! I've done this from day one, now you decide to offer help? Yeah yeah," she laughs, "you run this place, sure thing... Honestly I am fine, yes I'm here all alone but there are no lions, tigers and bears here in Chicago Herrmann so I should be okay," she teases him lightly, "Anyway, thanks for checking up on me. Okay, give my love to Cindy and the kids. Sure thing. Bye Herrmann..."

She places the phone beside her laptop and continues singing, this time to a new song, "If you look back in history, it's a common double standard of society, the guy gets all the glory the more he can score, while the girl can do the same and yet you call her a whore..."

The front door opens and Dawson spins quickly in her chair, her face confused at first but then it lights up as she smiles. "Well look what the cat dragged in," she teased as Casey approached her, dressed in his construction clothes, "You finished early."

Casey shrugs as he wraps his arms around her waist and kisses her, "Easy job, you still working on the orders?"

Dawson nodded against his chest, "Yes. It's taking forever."

Casey laughs, "If you'd stop singing and actually place the orders, I'm sure it'll get done much faster."

She slaps his chest lightly, "It's boring. Music helps with boredom. Proven fact."

"Okay, okay, sssh," Casey chuckles as he presses his lips against hers again, "Don't start rambling off facts again. I promise to keep my mouth shut."

Dawson raises her brows and makes a 'pfft' sound with her lips, "Not in your life Matthew Casey."

Casey, who's back was now to the camera, takes a seat next to her and she turns her body to face him, her eyes glistening as she gazed at him, "That statement applies to you more than me."

"I beg to differ."

"Then beg."

"Not my style."

She raises her brows once more as she focuses on the laptop screen, "There, done. I'm going home." She collects up her laptop and phone, placing one under her arm and the other in her pocket, sauntering towards the door with a wicked smile on her face, "All alone... Maybe I should call that hot blonde I work with."

Casey quickly rises from his chair and heads towards Dawson, easily sweeping her up off her feet and into his arms bridal style, her squealing at the sudden action. "I thank you for the compliment," Casey grins.

Dawson rolls her eyes, "Don't get your hopes up loverboy, I was talking about Shay."

"Liar."

As they left Molly's with Dawson laughing the camera went dark, the screen was suddenly filled with the words, 'I have watched her months and fallen in love with every smile, every laugh, every tear, and you, Matthew Casey, are not worthy of her.'

Casey, shaky, stunned, angered and fearful, calmed his rage enough to say through gritted teeth, "I think it's safe to say that Lullo isn't involved."

Everyone in the room came to the same conclusion and so Otis voiced our next thoughts, "Then who has them?"