A/N: Thank you so much for all the great feedback on the first chapter. It has definitely pushed me to update more quickly! You are all very amazing people and I hope to continue to keep you interested and can't wait to hear more from you! Love you all, my Chicago Fire fans!
Disclaimer: I still do not own Chicago Fire, NBC, or anyone associated with such.
Warnings: Again, explicit language is something that will come up, so young readers be warned. Nothing but a bit of fluff otherwise!
Pick up Point: Dawson just grabbed herself and Casey a beer from the fridge and headed back to hang with him on the couch!
"So, instead of going on and on about something neither of us really want to discuss," Dawson fell into the couch cushion, a short distance from where Casey sat, "What else can we talk about?" She twisted the lid off her beer and took a swig.
Casey took the beer she was holding out to him and opened it, resting it on his leg instead of taking a drink.
"Well," he started, "You want to tell me why Shay looked like a sad puppy when we left the jail? She wasn't inside long enough for anything to happen to her."
"Shay? I don't know. I guess I didn't notice. I was kind of dealing with my own problems," Dawson frowned.
Casey sipped from his beer and then set it at his feet, grabbing the remote as he sat back into the couch once more.
"She looked ready to cry, Dawson. Something's up with her. Did she go through with the fertile process thing?"
"Yeah," Dawson nodded, "But last I knew, she was waiting to see if she was…" Dawson stopped mid sentence, the reality of what happened to Shay metaphorically slapping her in the face, "Casey…I think I know…and it's not good. Mind if I call her?"
"Go ahead. Female talk it up…" Casey's face twisted with awkwardness, "or whatever…" he laughed.
Dawson shook her head, a small laughing escaping her lips, "Yeah, that's what we do!" She got up from the couch and walked down the hall of Casey's apartment. Turning in to what must have been his bedroom, she sat down on the edge of the bed and dialed in Shay's number.
…
Casey, tired of flipping through channels, finally settled on a movie on AMC, turning the volume down before letting the remote fall from his hand to the side of his leg. He sipped on his beer and tried to remain focused on what the TV screen was flashing in front of him, but the faint noise of Dawson's conversation with Shay was seemingly more intriguing to him at that point. He grabbed the remote and turned the volume to almost complete silence and leaned back into the couch, hoping for a better chance at hearing. He started catching some of what was being said.
"…and it didn't work?..."
'Shit!' Casey thought.
"…money back?"
A puzzled expression fell among his facial features, 'Damn, if she doesn't get that back…that's thousands of dollars!'
"…is there another way? Could you contact…" Dawson's voice disappeared into the silence.
'Contact who, damnit?!' Casey got to his feet, slowly moving from the couch towards his bedroom.
"Alright, well, if you need anything, let me know…love you too, Shay! Bye!"
Dawson got up from the bed and walked back into the hallway, running right into Casey.
"What the hell?" she fell stumbled backwards.
"I…uh…" Casey fumbled for words.
"You uh…eavesdrop much?" Dawson chuckled and walked past him back out into the living room.
"I wasn't," Casey tried to defend his state of being there, "I was heading to the bathroom."
"Ok, if you're going to lie, at least make it plausible. The bathroom is right here," she pointed as she passed it.
'Damn, she's good,' Casey laughed to himself.
"How's Shay?"
"She's a bit…wait, do you even truly care?" Dawson sat back down on the couch, curling her legs up under her.
"Of course, I may not be your lieutenant, but I still care about you and Shay," Casey walked to the couch and sat down next to her.
'So you care about me, eh?' Dawson inwardly smiled. Little did she know, she had outwardly smiled as well.
"What?" Casey asked, joining her in smiling.
"What do you mean what?"
"You smiled when I said I care about you and Shay? Is that news to you?" Casey laughed.
Dawson felt her cheeks heat and tried to remain calm and collected, "No, not news, just…a kind thought, that's all!"
She turned her head towards the television, hoping Casey would do the same.
Luck was on her side in that moment, because after a few seconds, Casey turned and focused on the movie as well.
…
A couple of hours had passed and the movie rolled through its end credits.
"I honestly don't even know what this movie was about," Casey chuckled, turning to Dawson.
Dawson didn't respond, however, because a little over halfway in to the movie, she had fallen asleep.
"Seriously, Dawson?" Casey almost whispered. He shook his head with a smile, got up from his spot on the couch and lifted her into his arms. Walking around the couch, he headed for his bedroom.
'Good thing you're light,' Casey thought to himself, 'Otherwise you'd be staying on the couch!'
He set her down where he would normally lay and covered her with the quilt, a gift from his mother, which lay neatly folded at the end of the bed.
"Sweet dreams," Casey whispered into the silence.
And something in that instant had pushed him to make his next move, although he wasn't quite sure what. Leaning over Dawson's still body, he placed a kiss on her forehead, lingering for only a moment, before turning and walking back out to the couch.
A/N: Alright, so here is chapter 2! Thank you all so much for all the reviews you sent in! I tried my best to respond to each and every one of you. If you didn't get a response, I do apologize, but know that I so greatly appreciate you taking the time to let me know how you like my story! Like what you read? Review, let me know what you think, and what you want to see happen next!
