Thanks for the response on my first chapter, wow! It means so much that you're all really liking this story, so here's chapter 2! I hope you like it too.

The ride to the hospital and back to the firehouse had been a quiet one between Gabby and Brett, both of them keeping to themselves after the seriousness of their last call. They'd seen the other ambo arrive at Med with the mans wife just before they left, and Sylvie had been happy to find out that she'd made it out of the fire alive.

Antonio had stayed at Med to question the two of them when they were done being checked up, and after saying goodbye to both Gabby and Sylvie, had disappeared to talk to a few of the doctors and check up with Voight. Gabby pulled into the firehouse again and jumped out of the truck, Sylvie following in her footsteps. It was barely even lunch time and Sylvie was tired. She didn't know how she'd make it through the rest of her shift.

"Hey, Dawson," Sylvie called, catching up to her just as she was about to enter the firehouse. "You know I was good back there, right? With the victim?"

Gabby nodded at her. "I know, but I've met guys like him before, and so has Antonio. I wasn't leaving you in the back with him when he'd already tried something before. I'm looking out for you, Sylvie. Always will be."

Sylvie sent her a kind smile and nodded. "I suppose it can't be so bad to have someone looking out for me, right?" She chuckled, opening up the door of the firehouse for Gabby, who grinned at her and walked in. The firehouse was empty because the trucks hadn't come back yet, though Sylvie knew they wouldn't be too far behind them.

"What are you eating?" Gabby asked her as she walked to the fridge and grabbed out a carton of orange juice, sitting it on the bench and grabbing a glass.

"I'm not sure. Should I get started on something for everyone when they get back? What's in the fridge?" Sylvie made her way to the fridge, pulling it open and looking inside. She frowned when she realised there wasn't much and headed into the pantry instead, grinning when she spied the pasta on the top shelf. "Dawson, is there any chicken in the fridge or the freezer? Grab it and thaw it out."

Gabby nodded and pulled some out of the freezer for her. "Connie bought it the other day, so it's good to eat. What are you cooking?" She asked, taking a sip of the orange juice she'd poured for herself.

"I," she began, walking towards Gabby with the pasta in hand. "am cooking chicken pasta bake. My mom used to make it when I was little and I loved it. I figured the guys would like it when they get back. Home cooked meals are better than anything they're planning on having, I'm telling you."

Gabby could only agree as she set to boiling the pasta and helping Brett in any way she could.

"Damn, Brett, what are you, a secret chef or something?" Severide chuckled, taking a bite of his pasta bake.

The guys had gotten back half an hour after Brett and Dawson had, and had been incredibly happy when they realised they were getting a warm, cooked lunch rather than the corned beef sandwiches Brett knew they were all planning on having.

"Well, I can't tell you that, Severide. So, you'll just have to enjoy the pasta bake and figure it out yourself," she shrugged, grinning at him and taking a bite of her own. The whole pasta bake she'd cooked had gone now. Everyone had gotten a decent sized serving of it and, much to Mouch's annoyance, there were no seconds in sight.

"Hey, Severide, you're forgetting the crucial detail here - I helped," Gabby called from the table across the room. "I boiled the pasta and I spread the cheese over the top. So, really, either of us could be a secret chef."

Casey scoffed from beside her. Gabby narrowed her eyes in on him in confusion. "What's that for?"

"Do you not remember that time you tried to make me a birthday cake last year and you burnt it?" He chuckled.

Gabby rolled her eyes. "Okay, that was one time, Matt. And it was because we were preoccupied with other things!"

"Woah, woah, woah, hold your horses, Gabby. We're eating lunch here," Herrmann called, holding up the bowl of pasta bake. "And it tastes good, so I'd like to actually enjoy it in peace without hearing about your love life."

Gabby grinned at him and rolled her eyes.

The firehouse was quiet for a few moments as everyone ate, only stopping to look up as Boden walked into the room, followed by Antonio and Jay from the Police Department.

"Dawson, Brett, the detectives have to talk to you two about something that happened at the scene this morning."

Brett shot a confused look at Dawson, who gave her a similar one in return as they stood up from their lunch and followed Antonio and Jay out of the kitchen and into the meeting room beside it, taking a seat across from either of them.

"What's going on, Tonio?" Gabby asked her brother, looking at him in utter confusion. Brett understood - there was nothing out of the ordinary about what had happened this morning, but there must have been some new revelation that had to do with Brett and Dawson in some way.

"This morning, did you notice the victim the two of you took to Med acting odd or different before I turned up? What was he saying?" Antonio began, leaning forward in his chair.

Sylvie shook her head at him. "No, nothing out of the ordinary. He just said he didn't want to go to the hospital and that he wasn't leaving until his wife was outside. What's going on?"

Jay took a deep breath and frowned at the two of them. "We questioned both of the victims at Med, but after looking into our databases, their names couldn't be found anywhere. They're virtually invisible in Chicago. Both of them. There's no evidence that the two of them are married either. We asked them if they'd been charged with anything before, and the man the two of you took to Med admitted that he'd been charged for sexual assault before. But since there's nothing on him in the database, we can't find any evidence against him for it, nothing that could explain what happened with the fire at his house this morning."

"What we're asking is if the two of you noticed anything out of the ordinary about him. Anything that seemed off or different about him before I stopped him from charging back into that house after he almost knocked you over, Brett." Antonio explained, raising his eyebrows at the two of them.

Gabby shook her head. "No, there really was nothing I can think of. He just seemed like a normal man who was worried about their wife."

Sylvie almost agreed with her until she realised something. "No, wait - he seemed really against getting checked out. Like, more than any normal victim would be. Even if he was worried about his wife, he really didn't want to go to Med for some reason. But he stopped when you showed up, Antonio." She spoke, watching as Antonio nodded at her. "But in the ambo, he was fine. He didn't speak the whole way there, and he suddenly seemed to accept that he was going to Med, just because you, an officer, was there with us. Maybe I'm just reading into things too much, but there was definitely something there about being worried around the police."

Antonio nodded at her. "Now that you mention it, he didn't say a word the whole way to Med, and he stopped resisting when I was there. You're right."

Jay and Antonio stood up, thanking Brett and Dawson for helping with the investigation. Gabby followed Jay out of the meeting room, yet Antonio stopped Brett just as she was about to leave.

"Your shoulder's feeling good? No pain or anything from where he knocked you?" He asked, his eyebrows furrowed in worry.

"No, nothing," Brett nodded, sending him a kind smile and stepping out of the meeting room. "Hey, good luck with the investigation on this guy. I hope you get something."

Antonio smiled at her as he headed back to the door. "Thanks for your help, Sylvie."