Sorry, didn't have time to develop this chapter at all these past few days.

BUT HERE IT IS! Are you ready?


At Lesbian Night, Molly's was so crowded that both Shay and Hermann were behind the counter doing bartender duty. Despite the number of people, everything was running smoothly: music was great, people seemed to be having fun, and most of the crew of 51 was there as backup helpers.

Shay's mood was nevertheless somber – it was almost midnight and still no sign of Rafferty. In two hours the bar would have to close and the possibility of spending some time with her former partner was diminishing by the minute.

"She'll come." – Hermann said, as he passed behind Shay in pursuit of another bottle of vodka.

"Doubt it." – Shay mumbled, sending a quick glance at the entrance of the bar when she saw the door opening for the millionth time that night.

"Geez, will you call her already? At least you'll stop looking at the damn door." – Said Hermann, picking a bottle out of the shelf and returning to the client on the other end of the counter.

Shay frowned. If Rafferty wasn't coming, calling her would only make her look like an eager idiot. No way was she going to risk that.

But suddenly there was no need. She had just come in and taken her jacket off, making her way to one of the tables occupied by 51's Division. She picked a seat next to Dawson and Casey, who were talking to Severide and Clarke.

From the moment that Rafferty entered the bar until she sat down smiling at her colleagues, Shay didn't take her eyes from the brunette. She was wearing a dark top that showed practically all of her neckline and shoulders.

"Hello-o?"

A hand was waving in front of Shay's face.

"What?" – She ended up asking, with an annoyed voice. Shay then noticed it was a male client who'd been waiting for her to serve a drink.

"Sorry, what are you having again?" – Shay quickly tried to save the situation.

"A beer. Tonight, if possible." – The guy said.

Shay swallowed the well-deserved comment and went for the beer tap.

Barely half a minute later, she came back to the client with a beer in her hand, noticing that Rafferty was already sitting at a stool next to him. Shay delivered the beer to its rightful owner, took the money and smiled in Rafferty's direction.

"I thought you weren't gonna come." – She said.

"I was trying to make it suspenseful." – Rafferty admitted, smiling back.

"Well, it worked. Don't ever do that again." – Shay said, as she busied herself preparing a whiskey cola to her friend.

"Or what?" – Asked Rafferty, leaning closer into the counter, using her elbows as support.

Shay shook her head, still smiling.

The teasing strikes back.

She placed the now full whiskey glass on the counter between her and Rafferty. If only they were alone – she'd be able to wipe that smug grin from Rafferty's face.

"Flirting with the bartender won't get you free drinks. Pay up, Raff."

"Damn. Will it at least get me a ride home?" – Asked Rafferty. She then took the needed note from her pocket and placed it on the counter.

"Perhaps. You'll have to wait for me to close up the bar though." – Shay said, taking the money.

"Sure. I'll help you with it." – Rafferty said, throwing one last smile at Shay before taking the drink and making her way back to the table.

Not only did Rafferty come to Lesbian Night, but she'll also stay until the very end. Jackpot.

Shay made her way to Hermann.

"Hey man, no need for you to help close the bar. Rafferty will help me out." – She informed her friend.

"That's an interesting turn of events." – He teased.

"Don't push it. Just get out of my sight at 2am." – Shay said, hitting Hermann with the towel she was holding.

"Be nice Shay. Otherwise I'll stay with you both and be the awkward dad." – Hermann said mostly to Shay's back, since she was already making her way to another customer.


It was a quarter to 2 and the bar still had a lot of people in it. A small group was by the jukebox dancing to the music, apparently a bit drunk. The only ones from 51 who were still there were Severide and Rafferty, sitting at the table were the rest of the crew had been not half an hour ago.

Rafferty was surprised to learn that she and Severide were getting along great. It was no wonder he was one of Shay's best friends. He really was a good guy.

Something caught Rafferty's attention mid-conversation though. She recognized the girl who'd hit on Shay on Molly's before, the one that supposedly had been texting her for weeks now.

She was sitting at one of the bar stools, making conversation with Shay, who had no customers to care for at the moment.

"You know her?" – Severide asked, having followed Rafferty's line of vision.

"Kind of. She was hitting on Shay a few weeks ago; you weren't here with us I think." – She answered - her eyes still on both women.

"As long as she's a good person…Shay's already had her share of scum." – Severide said.

This surprised Rafferty. She changed her focus to Severide.

"What happened?" – Rafferty, clearly intrigued.

"There was this chick that she hooked up with – ended up robbing the apartment overnight." – Severide said, not even trying to disguise the anger in his voice.

"Fuck!" – Exclaimed Rafferty, shocked.

Severide nodded, proceeding to take a swig of his beer.

She looked again at Shay. The woman was still talking to her.

A sudden wave of protectiveness took over Rafferty. Shay, one of the kindest people that Rafferty grew to meet – was the last person that deserved being robbed by a backstabbing bitch. Suddenly Rafferty felt bad for teasing her so much – she wouldn't be surprised if Shay was sick of being played/toyed with by another woman.

As if guessing that Rafferty was thinking about her, Shay glanced over at their table, momentarily ignoring the woman who was trying so hard to get her attention at the bar.

She caught Rafferty's staring. The brunette waved at her and smiled. The blonde woman did the same and turned her attention back to the woman at the bar.

"If you don't mind me asking…Do you know what Shay's type is?" – Rafferty asked. She didn't know exactly what made her feel so bold, if the whiskey or the recent knowledge she obtained from Severide.

"Why, you interested?" – Kelly asked.

"Maybe." – She answered, deciding she stopped caring what others thought.

Severide raised both his eyebrows in surprise.

"Seriously?" – He insisted.

"Yeah."

"I don't know. It's best if you just go for it. I never really believed in that 'type' thing anyway, you know? I mean, it's impossible to just fall for brunettes all your life." – Reasoned Severide.

"I guess you're right." – Rafferty agreed.

"Alright folks, this will be the last song of tonight, we're closing in five!" – Announced Shay's voice with the help of a microphone. The woman who was trying her luck with Shay nowhere to be seen.

Some gay couples paired up to dance to the slow music that someone picked from the jukebox.

Shay was observing them, sitting over the counter with a small smile on her face.

"Hey, do you girls need any help with closing the bar?" – Severide asked.

Rafferty looked back at him, a playful grin on her lips. When she didn't answer, something clicked in his head and he said, rising from his seat:

"Got it. Stupid question. Good luck." – He patted Rafferty on her back, then went to say goodbye to Shay and made his way to the exit.


Getting all the people off the bar was tough work. Maybe Severide would've been of help after all. But in the end, thankfully, nothing went wrong. After finally closing the door behind her around 2.20am, Shay sighed in relief.

Rafferty was already gathering all the abandoned glasses from all over the bar and placing them on the counter.

Shay made her way over the other side to continue the washing of the huge pile of small dishes and glasses.

After being sure she had fetched every glass in the room, Rafferty made her way to the jukebox and pushed a button.

"Really, Rafferty…really? Y.M.C.A? How very gay of you." – Shay unnecessarily shouted from behind the counter. She was too used to shouting during the whole night to be able to communicate with the customers.

"I thought it fitted tonight's theme." – Rafferty said, joining Shay by the sink. As she started helping out with the washing, Rafferty started swaying to the rhythm of the song.

Shay noticed this and laughed.

"Have you stolen someone's drink? Because you're dancing to Y.M.C.A and I only served you one whiskey cola."

"Can't a person just really like a song?" – Rafferty asked.

"It's a free country." – Shay said with a huge smile on her face, as she washed a small appetizer dish.

Ok Allison, it's now or never.

"So, basically you're saying I'm free to do anything I want." – Rafferty asked, dropping the joking tone.

The sponge was long forgotten on her side of the sink, as Rafferty was now facing Shay. The blonde woman, however, was still focused on the washing, oblivious to Rafferty's change of tone.

"Within the legal boundaries, su…" – Shay started saying, but stopped as Rafferty turned her around and got impossibly close to her. Shay was now officially stuck between Rafferty and the sink.

"Oh…" – Shay managed to say.

Thankfully, the song had already finished by the time Rafferty's lips were on Shay's; otherwise it would have been the most cliché moment of their lives. With the little mind power that Shay had left, she grabbed Rafferty by her waist and pulled her even closer. Rafferty's hands moved from Shay's face so that her arms circle her shoulders and neck, finally closing off all space left between their bodies. Both their hands were still slightly wet and cold from the washing but none of them seemed to care about that.

What started out to be an impulsive and desperate kiss slightly toned down for a passionate, slow one that neither of them wanted to ever end. When Rafferty's tongue made contact with Shay's, the brunette couldn't help but let out a small moan and wonder why the hell she had taken so long to do this.

After what could've been many minutes or just a few seconds (they'll never know for sure), they grew a few centimeters apart.

"Ok, so, that was legal, I think. Honestly I can't be sure of anything right now." – Shay admitted.

Rafferty smiled, her right hand playfully touching the back of Shay's neck.

"It it's illegal then I'm about to commit another crime." – She said, leaning in again.

Shay gathered all her forces to avoid the kiss; she couldn't let this huge change pass by.

"That was the cheesiest thing I've ever heard in my entire life." – She said, the biggest grin on her face.

"Ugh. You're right. Please delete it from your memory." – She asked, with an overly disgusted face.

"Not gonna happen." – Shay said, her hands slowly going up and down Rafferty's back. She then dived into Rafferty's neckline and begun trailing kisses up and down that area. "Not ever."

"Fine." – Rafferty managed to say, leaning her head to one the opposite side that Shay's lips were exploring. – "Just don't tell anyone. I have a reputation to maintain."

"M'kay." – Shay said, making her way up Rafferty's neck, ear, and eventually kissing her full on the lips again.

After a couple of minutes, Shay's cellphone began ringing. They broke the kiss again, but didn't let go of their embrace. Shay grabbed her cell from her back pocket and answered the call.

"Yellow." – Greeted Shay.

After some kind of question was asked, Rafferty couldn't know for sure, Shay promptly answered: "Yup! Yes. Really. Bye now, dad."

She finished the call and looked at Rafferty, who was slightly confused.

"Your dad?" – She asked.

"No. It was Hermann. He was asking if we hooked up or not."


Should I continue this?

Update: Ok judging by all the amazing feedback, I will continue it :)

P.S: Next chapter you'll understand why Shay told Hermann, knowing Rafferty wouldn't mind.