Hey guys! I'm back! There's a blizzard here in New York/The East Coast, so I'll probably be writing a lot. Probably. I want to admit that I don't really have another inspiration for this, but I'll keep it going and make sure it's not discontinued. Seeing as this will be the last chapter of the story and there is major fluff and stuff, I will try my hardest to make this a good story for you guys. :D

Warning: Just for the story, I'm going to believe that Dawson is like 3 years older than Mills. :D

Oh yeah, if any of you guys are fans of Psych be sure to check out my new fanfic. I haven't wrote it yet, but I assure you it won't be too extremely AU, everything is the same, except for Shawn being missing.

Enjoy~

Disclaimer: I do not own Chicago Fire or any of the characters, I'm just using them for fun.

~A couple of days later~

"Why can't I have you?" I heard someone say behind me.

I set the knife down carefully onto the steel kitchen counter.

"Excuse me?" I asked him as I washed the onion's liquid off of my fingers with a rag.

I turned away from Peter to face Casey. Everyone was soon looking at us.

"I just can't over the fact that you wanted me so much and now you don't."

"We shouldn't be having this conversation here." I said calmly as I turned around to chop the onions again.

"No. We're having it right here, right now." Casey said coldly.

"Fine!" I slammed the knife onto the cutting board, careful not to hit my hand or the onion.

I took the rag to dry my hands once more and started to shout him, "I just lost attraction to you! All we're going to have is a physical relationship. I don't want that! I thought I did, but I don't. Peter and I have not only a physical relationship, but an emotional one. And I'm sorry for sounding so girly, but it's the fact!"

"Come on guys, stop it." Herrmann said in effort to keep us from ripping our heads apart.

"Shut up Herrmann." Casey said and continued with, "Speaking of Peter, why the hell are you with him? What does he have that I don't?! You're older than him anyways."

Peter took a step forward, but I placed a hand on his broken arm to keep him from doing so. I took a step toward Casey and placed a finger on his chest roughly. "You don't criticize him. He's way better than you. He actually has things in fucking common with me, how many fucking times do I have to tell you?!"

"Dawson, stop." Shay tried to calm me.

"No Shay! This jerk has to know!" I returned to Casey and stated, "I love Peter and there's nothing you can change about that and who cares about age. So what that we have an age gap?! You have no right to judge our relationship seeing as you and Hallie had a fucking fallout and you expect me to be your rebound?! No thanks."

In a flash, I was pinned toward the wall with Casey's grip on my wrist. I struggled, but couldn't get out. He was too strong for me. He pushed his body onto me, his finger poking at my cheek. My other cheek was pressed against the white wall of the Firehouse as I trembled with fear.

This wasn't the kind and sweet Casey I knew. Something was wrong. He wasn't drunk or high, so what could it be?

"Hey! Get off her!" I heard Peter scream. He pulled Casey off of me and pressed him to the wall beside me. Even with a broken arm, he was strong.

"You okay?" Shay asked me as she came to my side.

"Yeah." I said in a whimper.

"I don't give a shit if your my Lieutenant. If you so lay a finger on her hair ever again or hurt her in anyway, I swear, I will kill you." I heard Peter say as he tightened his arms' pressure against Casey's neck. I loved it when he was protective.

"Knock it off! BOTH OF YOU!" Herrmann and Chief both said in unison.

Severide, Cruz, Otis and Mouch pulled Peter and Casey off of each other and when they did, Casey just huffed and walked to the locker room.

"You okay?" Peter said as he shook off the guys holding him back and knelt by my side. He gently took my wrist and ran his thumb over the bruises. Shay quickly got up and moved to the kitchen to whisper something in Severide's ear. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Severide heading toward the locker room.

"Yeah." I said as I ran my thumb over his cheek.

"Come on." He said as he pulled me up. He held a protective arm on my shoulder and walked me out of the kitchen/lounge. He placed me on the edge of the ambulance's "trunk" and sat beside me.

His hand ran through my hair and made it's way down to my cheek. He cupped the side of my head with his hand and I held my hand over his.

"I will always protect you, no matter what. You're mine, Gabriela Dawson." He said as he ran his thumb over my cheek.

"I wouldn't have it any other way Peter Mills." I said softly as a smile stretched across my face. His arm let go of my hand and draped it's way across my shoulder. I lay my head on his shoulder and placed my hand on his chest and thigh. I closed my eyes and hoped this moment would last forever.