A/N: Hey guys, I know it's been quite a while since I've posted the first part of this, but I was going through my docs and found it again. You may want to go back and refresh your memory because it's been so long and I've decided to add another part! Yay, right? Depending on my feedback, I'm planning on adding two more parts after this. The first part of this chapter is a little weak in my eyes, but I think it gets stronger as it goes on.

I don't own Chicago Fire or its characters.

Matt & Gabby

Familiar Feelings

When she sees him walk into Molly's, her breath hitches in her throat. She wants to look at him forever and flee at the same time. When their eyes meet, something in her burns up and she remembers how it felt to be in his arms.

Herrmann calls out for him and his eyes are pulled away from her, so she tries to keep up her conversation with Capp. He's talking about something stupid, something about a lizard he saw the other day, and so she can't help but let her mind wander to thoughts of the man she hadn't seen in two years.

She remembers the late nights with him, when his hands ran through her hair as she whispered secrets into his ear as if they were sweet nothings.

She remembers going for jogs with him, and loving the way the wind swept his blond hair. She remembers staring into his ocean-blue eyes, being held in his arms, and feeling like nothing else mattered.

She remembers holding his worn hands through everything. Through his mother's hearing, Hallie's death, Heather's sentencing, and so, so much more. He had always been there, as had she. Before they dated, they had been friends. Best friends. And she misses the feeling of going to him for anything. Everything.

She remembers opening her door to find him on the other side, and she remembers the first time their lips met, and she remembers how it felt like the universe stopped for a second to remember it all for eternity.

She remembers nights slipping away with him as they rambled for hours, talking about nonsense, but nonsense that meant the world to her just because she was with him.

She remembers lying in the grass at two in the morning, pointing out their favorite constellations with him and noticing how well her head fit on his shoulder.

She remembers kissing him and feeling alive in a way she never had before. She remembers how their fingers tangled, how it felt to have his lips on her neck, and how her heart screamed for him. She knows even now that it still does, and it always will.

She remembers his smile, and thinking how it must be a magnet of some sort. She remembers hearing him laugh and thinking that it must be heaven.

She remembers the nights when their feet were tangled, their hands roamed freely over each other's bodies, and how in love she felt.

She remembers the night he put a ring on her finger, and how she thought they would be together forever.

Then she remembers when things started to slip away from her, and how lost she felt.

She remembers walking out their door, she remembers the tears spilling down her cheeks, and she remembers how real the doubt felt.

She swallows, her thoughts not doing any good for her, and turns her attention back towards Capp.

He's now reminiscing about an iguana he had when he was a kid, she realizes quickly. She can't help but chuckle at the way his mind works.

"...you know what, I'll just go talk to somebody who actually cares," he states, shaking his head in annoyance before leaving her for Otis. She watches him go, and finds Brett, knowing she would do a better job of keeping her mind off of Casey.

They talk about her new relationship with a man she met while fixing his broken ankle, and as Brett tells Gabby about him, she's radiating. Gabby remembers how it feels to be in love, and can't help but look over at the bar where Casey laughed contagiously with Boden. She feels her heart flutter at the sound.

"Hey, Gabby," Brett calls, noticing the divided attention of her friend. She follows her gaze, and her innocent blue eyes widen at the sight. "Holy crap, is that Casey?"

"Yes," is all Gabby can say, and she says it so quietly, so nervously, that Brett barely heard her.

"And you guys haven't seen each other since his..."

"Right."

Suddenly, he's walking towards her, and Brett walks away. She had always rooted for the two.

In the last two years, he hadn't changed. Maybe his hair has darkened slightly with his age and perhaps the stress of his new job, but he was still him, Gabby realized, and she can't help but smile.

"Hello, Captain," She greets, turning her body towards him fully. He smiles at her and she doesn't know why she's suddenly so nervous.

"It's been too long, Gabby," he says in reply, shaking his head. Despite his sad voice, he was still smiling at the sight of her. God, she was so beautiful.

They wrap their arms around each other, and they hold each other as if they'll never feel the other's touch again. Even the air is intoxicating in their embrace. He isn't sure if it's her vanilla perfume or the scent of strawberries in her hair or the stardust from her eyes, but he knows that's it's all because of her.

When they reluctantly pull away, they fall into an easy conversation. Their words are smooth but their hearts are beating violently in their chests. She'll never understand how he can make her feel this way. Or how many of her memories have faded, except for the ones he's a part of. How the sunlight reminds her of his smile and how nothing can sound as beautiful as his laugh.

She'll never understand, especially after their time apart, but she knows she wouldn't have it any other way.

They've taken a seat at an empty booth and she has to force her eyes to look at his face, not his fingers making dances around his beer bottle. She remembers the feel of his fingers all too well, but she doesn't want her mind to go there. It's been two years with very minimal contact with him. Nothing more than small talk through text messages and wishing each other their best on holidays.

They can't help but feel that the blame should be put on their night together after his party. Neither knew how to handle it, so they drifted. She wishes everyday she had made more of an effort. So does he.

His eyes fall to her lips several times during their conversations. She had always been too caught up in a story to realize it, and he was thankful for the fact. Her lips were electric, he remembers. He still feels the taste of sparks on his own even after all this time. She continues to flow through his veins. She has since the moment he met her, all those years ago. He loves it and hates it all at once.

After many hours, they finally come across that subject. The talk of their love life is somehow brought up, and they're both positive that the other can hear their heart beating in their chest. He says he's single. Her heart rate slows a bit, but his is still thumping loudly until she confirms the same thing. The dark cloud that had been hanging over them was suddenly lifted. Their hearts seemed to start beating as one once again.

He wonders how she's able to make everything so much more beautiful. How the darkness doesn't even seem so terrifying when she's around. How the thought of the future doesn't seem so frightening when he's with her. He finds himself drowning in her brown orbs more often than he'd ever admit. She created this world, he thinks.

He walks her home. She looks up at the sky and can't help but feel that the stars are shining more brightly tonight. He watches her and he knows for a fact that when this world fades to black, her smile will survive in the constellations.

There's a light breeze traveling through the air, and her hair dances as it passes by. She looks like a goddess, he thinks.

He says so. He says it so quietly, she almost asks for him to repeat himself. But she's positive she heard him correctly. Her heart flutters at his words and a blush rises to both of their faces. He didn't mean for it to be said, but he suddenly wasn't sorry that it was.

She stops walking and turns towards him. They're standing in front of a pastry shop and her smile is soft and small, but it's still so perfect to him. Neither would notice if the world was to collapse, too mesmerized with each other and regretting how absent they've been in their lives lately.

She realizes that while becoming lost in his enchanting blue eyes, she's also finding herself all over again. She knows that only he can work such magic. She knows that on nights like tonight, the stars shine just for them. Although magical, she knows that with him, she's the realest she's ever felt. She looks into his eyes, and finds a home. She looks into his eyes, and finds everything she's ever wanted.

He could stand there for the rest of eternity, staring at her beauty, and stay in this dream he's in. But he knows that living his life with her could be even brighter.

His fingers are suddenly tangled in her hair, their breaths mixing at 2am in the middle of Chicago, their hearts echoing. He had made his decision, although it was never difficult to make in his eyes. He had just finally acted upon it. And in this bubble they're in, they feel like even the moon is smiling. It may be the way her lips are moving with his or the way she whispers his name as if it has every meaning in the world, but he feels like this moment belongs in another universe. Their legs are buckling and as every second passes by with their lips together again, they feel like another light is appearing in the dark sky.

The sky is all theirs, but they're too entranced in each other, and notice none of it.

So, thoughts? Happy writers write more often...