A/N: You would all laugh at me because I spent quite a while trying to figure out how to post a new chapter. I'm such a rookie.
I decided to sort of use the story lines that the show uses, so Jones's death is involved and so is Casey proposing to Dawson. BUT fret not, this is definitely not a Dawsey (is that what it's called?) fic, it's Shawson all the way and it will hopefully make sense and make people happy. Chicago Fire is NOT mine although I wish it was because then Shay&Dawson would be married and have cute babies.

Also my Chicago Fire t-shirt arrived today and I feel awesome in case anybody wanted to know.

Dawson's Point of View:

Say something.

Speak, Gabby.

I can't find the right words to say. What should a person say to that? My best friend is in love with me. Her eyes are filled with tears and she looks as shocked as I feel. I can't stop looking at her but I can't speak either. I feel betrayed. How long has she felt like this?

Suddenly, she turns around and hurries over to our bags. She picks both of them up and throws them on her back. She goes out of the door with our stuff and I hear the car door open and slam shut a few seconds later. Shay comes back into the cabin and starts clearing up the two glasses and alcohol on the table.

"Let's go home." She says as she is once again leaving the cabin.

"Shay," I manage to mutter. She turns around in the door way to face me and I suddenly can't speak again. I open my mouth but nothing is happening.

"Gabby, I'm sorry I said anything now let's go."

Shay's Point of View:

You're an idiot.

You're an absolute frigging idiot, Leslie Shay.

We're in the car on our way back home. Dawson still hasn't said anything, and frankly I'm not sure I want her to. The journey is awkward. We haven't been so quiet since we first met. Even when we weren't friends after the Darryl incident, we argued in the ambo. I glance over to her and she's just staring out of the window. Then she catches me staring and I feel even worse.

"Stop the car." I hear her say.

"What?" I frown. She must need to pee. "Dawson we're nearly home."

"Just pull over." She orders.

I do as I'm told and I stop on the side of the road. She climbs out of the car slamming the door behind her. She doesn't go into the bushes as I expected though. She just stands in front of the car with her hands on her hips staring at the road. I give her a few minutes before I get out of the car too. She turns to me when I get closer to her. She's crying.

"How long?" she asks.

"I don't know."

"Don't lie to me, Shay." she gets closer to me, "You said that you haven't been able to get over me so HOW LONG!"

"Gabby, I don't know!" I can feel my eyes burning. "When Clarice came back, I was happy for the wrong reasons. I thought her being back in my life might make me get over you."

Gabby nods as a tear rolls down her face.

"So all this time you've been trying to get into my pants?"

"No! Not at all! How could you even think that?" I should have seen it coming, it was inevitable really.

"You're my best friend, Shay!" she cries, "I love Matt!"

"I KNOW!" I don't mean to shout, "Don't you think I know that? I told you that I've been trying, Gabby."

She shook her head at me.

"Take me home."

With that, we got back in the car and drove home. When I dropped her off, she jumped out of the car without a word.

What have I done?

Gabby's Point of View:

I'm standing outside my front door alone, dreading going inside to see Matt. Shay drove away a while ago. I wanted to say bye to her when I got out of the car and I wanted to apologise for the way I reacted. I just never expected Shay to feel that way about me. From the moment we met, we were such good friends that I didn't think of us in that way. Me and Shay together... Why hadn't I ever thought of it? She's beautiful, smart, kind.

Gabby.

I shake the thoughts out of my head and take a deep breath before I push the door open slowly.

"Matt?" I call out.

He appears in the door way and I pull him into a kiss.

I tell him that I love him but for some reason it feels like a lie.

Maybe you're in the mood for something more.

I tell him about the lingerie I'd been saving for when we moved into our new home. That's what I need.

Before I get the chance to go upstairs, my phone starts to ring.

"Hello?"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

Matt reappears next to me and he notices the look on my face.

"What's the matter?" He asks, "Babe? What happened?"

"Jones..." I breathe.

"What?"

"They just found her body."

He steps away from me in shock.

"There must be a mistake."

"There's not," I say, "She... She killed herself."

He stares at me in shock. He reaches forward to hug me but I step back.

"I have to see Shay." I'm surprised by the words that come out of my mouth. But nevertheless, I want to see her. She always knows the right things to say when I'm upset.

"Okay." He says.

With that, I hurry back out of the house towards my car. I feel guilty but he's not who I need to be with right now. He'll coddle me and tell me the wrong thing. Shay knows what I need to hear.

Why can't Matt know me like she does?