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"You want to repeat that?" spat Aron as she clenched her fists.
"What a pity, my night being ruined by a stupid do gooder and cockey scar face cow" laughed the guy.
Aron launched at him, throwing punches at him left, right and centre not aiming nor caring where she hit him. Her eyes blinded with rage and her movements kept repeatedly hitting the guy over and over again until he she felt her movements stop. Severide and Boden had caught both of her arms and began pulling her away.
"That's enough Aron" snapped Boden harshly.
"Take it easy" said Severide calmly.
"Keep your bitch on a leash" hissed the man as he wiped the blood away from him face and stood up tall again.
Aron didn't care, she untangled herself from Boden and Severide, winding the men by surpise and quickly releasing her. Aron grabbed the man by his arm and twisted it around. She connected with his front and knelt down slightly before grunting and lifting him up into the air, over her shoulder and glared as he landed flat on his back. Aron panted harshly and knelt down by the guys head and gritted her teeth as she spoke.
"Get the hell out of this bar or so help me God I'm going to do something I won't forgive myself for" spatted Aron.
The guy frowned and watched in anger as Aron was peeled away from him by Severide, Capp and Clarke. The two other members of the trio picked their friend up and began to leave the bar.
"You'll pay for this, scarface" hissed the guy as he starred at Aron before leaving Molly's.
The room was silent, no one dared speak nor move. Herrman was worried for his business and quickly piped up.
"Funs over folks, for the next hour enjoy half price drinks on the house!" shouted Herrman as he flashed a nervous smile.
People cheered and continued their evening.
"Aron, you alright?" asked Severide as he watched her sit back down at the bar, clenching and unclenching her fists.
"How's Casey?" asked Aron, still angry.
In the few minutes of brawling that had ensued between Aron and the offender, Casey had been moved to a table at the quieter end of Molly's. He was bruised but nothing was broken, the only concern was his head. The bottle had sliced open the top of his eyebrow and was still oozing out the precious crimson liquid. Casey had blacked out for a few seconds but was soon awake, seeing stars and spots. His vision wouldn't clear and her kept them shut as a wave of pain and nausea went through his body. Dawson came back with a first aid kit and a bag of ice wrapped in a towel.
"Casey, are you alright?" asked Dawson who was deeply concerned.
"I just got hit with a bottle, I feel just fantastic" replied Casey as he winced at Dawson tending his cut.
"I think you need to see a doctor" said Dawson sternly as she finished cleaning his wound and handed him the ice.
"You're a paramedic" smiled Casey weakly.
"Yes but still, you just got out of the hospital!" replied Dawson.
"I know look I just need some sleep and I'll be fine" said Casey as he sighed as the ice relieved the pain in the side of his head.
"Fine" said Dawson bitterly as she rubbed his arm and frowned slightly.
Severide came over, his face full of worry and concern for his friend.
"Is he going to be alright?" asked Severide as he looked at Dawson's concerned face.
"He's as stubborn as ever, I'll keep an eye on him. What happened?" replied Dawson.
"Aron, that's what happened" smiled Severide but cringed at the horrible incident.
"Where is she now?" asked Casey as he opened one eye.
"Said she had to go, something had come up apparently" said Severide as he shrugged his shoulders.
"Get out of the hospital and then get the crap beaten out of me, what a day" said Casey sarcastically.
"Hey man, you did a good thing. Just wrong place at the wrong time" said Casey as he sat across from Casey.
"Yeah and I've got a nice bruise to prove it" sniggered Casey before wincing slightly.
"That's one hell of a hard bell you have there!" laughed Casey as he patted him on the shoulder.
"Plus an over due amount of lives" replied Casey as he smiled weakly.
"Why don't you head on home, it's late anyway. Don't want you late for work now!" said Severide who was concerned for Casey but he knew he was as stubborn as an ox and there was no point in arguing with him.
"Matt he has a point" said Dawson as she eyed him up.
"Fine" said Matt.
He went to get up but his vision blurred and he began to stumble. Before his knees buckled, a strong arm lifted him back up.
"I gotcha, alcohol plus a bash to the head is not a good combination" laughed Severide as he helped Casey.
"We're going home, see you tomorrow"said Dawson as she waved good night.
Casey left under the aid of Severide as he too left for the night.
Meanwhile, in an alley way across the street, a fight had begun between four people. Two had guns and two shots were fired before everything went silent.
The next morning, everyone began to drag themselves into work. They had enjoyed their night at Molly's but the late night plus alcohol was making their morning a bit harder than usual. But they soon came around once the morning coffee was ready.
"Morning Casey, how's the head?" asked Severide as he saw Casey walk in.
"As hard as ever" smiled Casey as he tapped his head. The cut had now scabbed over but was covered by a few butterfly bandages but the surrounding skin was a horrible shade of blue, purple and black.
"Did you report to the police about what happened Herrman?" asked Mouch.
"Nah, too much paper work plus I don't want Molly's having a bad reputation" said Herrman.
"You sure?" asked Otis.
"Look we talked about this, what goes on in a bar, stays in a bar. The damage wasn't too bad plus the situation was sorted out so there isn't any need to report it" said Herrman as he waved his hand.
"Same old Herrman" sighed Casey as he sat down and began reading the paper.
The morning went on but there was no sign of Aron.
"Hey, has anyone seen Aron around?" asked Clarke as he looked at the clock.
"Not since last night" replied Severide.
"It isn't like her to be late for work" said Clarke as he looked at the clock, everyone was already an hour into their shift.
"Maybe she overslept?" enquired Mills.
"I'll go see if she is out front" said Clarke as he left the room.
Clarke walked into the bay and walked around all the trucks and saw no sign of Aron, he checked the rest of the rooms before returning to the drive way.
He was about to head back inside when he heard footsteps coming up the drive. He eyes widened in shock.
"ARON!" shouted Clarke as he saw her limping up the drive way holding her side.
Aron looked up, her face was stained with blood and her once white shirt was now covered in the dry, crimson liquid that had emanated from the cut on her arm and face.
Clarke quickly ran down the drive to assist Aron.
"What the hell happened to you?" asked Clarke as they walked up the drive.
"I suppose I better explain myself" said Aron weakly as she stumbled along side Clarke.
"SHAY! RAFFERTY! GET THE HELL OUT HERE!" shouted Clarke.
Clarke's voice could be heard clearly in the lounge and kitchen. Everyone scrambled and moved quickly to where the voice was coming from. The all stood their shocked as they saw the worry on Clarkes face and starred at the weak, limp from of Aron.
"Get her into the medical bay, NOW!" said Shay as she followed behind Clarke to the room.
The two paramedics began to check Aron over who was quite happy to just sleep, exhausted from a long night.
"Clarke, what happened?" asked Severide.
"I don't know, I just looked outside and there she was stumbling up the drive way" replied Clarke.
Shay walked back into the lounge area where everyone was congregating. Her face was emotionless and she walked in while drying her hands.
"Good news, nothing is broken. She has been roughed up quite badly so we've patched her up. But that was one hell of a beating she'd taken on so I think she is going to be out of it for a while" said Shay calmly.
"Just what went on last night?" asked Herrman confused.
"You know as much as us and we'd all like the know" said Casey.
"Well for now we let her rest and we will get back to work" said Boden.
"Copy that Chief" replied Severide.
The all dispersed to begin maintenance work on their gear and trucks. It was a quiet day, only one call to a small garden fire but for the rest of the day it seemed to drag on.
It reached mid afternoon and CPD pulled up at the station.
"Afternoon everyone" said Antonio as he walked into the bay.
"Nice to see you Antonio!" smiled Casey as he hugged him.
"What do we owe the honour detective?" asked Boden as he shook his hand
"Is Sergeant Aron around today?" asked Antonio.
"Wait who?" asked Severide and cocked his head slightly.
"Sergeant Aron Wild, I heard she was working shifts here" said Antonio again as he looked at the blank and shocked faces of Truck 51, Squad 3 and Ambulance 61.
"That would be me, what's up?" said Aron as she walked into the bay with a slight limp. The bruising had eased slightly, the cut under her cheek was now stitched up and a thick bandage was peeking out her polo shirt. She stood before Antonio in her work uniform with her arms crossed and a serious look on her face.
I know it seems Aron is being dragged out but all for good reason, it all links back to our old friend from the Pilot episode ;)! I'm not really focusing on her, but everyone in Chicago Fire!
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