Chapter 11

Kelly made the call the next morning and then he headed down to the 21st Precinct where Antonio worked.

Lyssa didn't want him to go...at least not by himself...but Kelly insisted he was fine. The cut and the immobilizer were on his left leg...there was no reason he couldn't drive. Besides...he didn't want his wife to know these two nuts were following him to fire scenes and taking pictures. It was all a little too stalker-ish and he wasn't gonna give Alyssa another thing to worry about when he went back to work in another week or so.

"What happened to you?" Dawson asked as Kelly made his way through the bull pen to Antonio's desk.

"Aahh..." Kelly grunted. "I got cut on a rusty gate...an' I got twenty-some staples holdin' everything together."

"I'm not even gonna ask." Antonio said, shaking his head.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Severide sat down in the chair beside the cop's desk.

"Dorrie showed up again." he said. "At the scene yesterday. And she was with that guy...the one she calls Jax. They were...well, he was...taking pictures. He had this...state of the art digital camera with a lens...you could prob'ly take pictures from the moon."

Antonio tossed his pen down on the desk.

"I really think you oughta consider a restraining order." he said. "Show 'er you mean business."

"She's not really the one I'm worried about." Kelly replied. "I mean, it's annoying...her bein' there every time you turn around...but Dorrie seems pretty harmless. It's that guy that's feeding her all these crazy ideas about Lyssa's family bein' in the Mafia and me owing them money. She thinks he's getting this information from some 'top secret government computer'...that's what she said."

"Listen, I agree with you...but we don't know who he is. With Dorrie we got a name...an address..."

"Does she have any family? Parents? Someone who looks out for her? Can't we...maybe reach out and let them know what she's mixed up with?"

The cop shrugged.

"I can do some more diggin'." he said. "But we can definitely do the paperwork for the TRO...get it signed today."

Kelly nodded. It wasn't something he necessarily wanted to do...but for the sake of his family it was something he had to do.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Dorrie sat at the table in her apartment with a new laptop open in front of her.

Jax taught her to use this program called "ImageMorph"...where she could take a photo of Kelly and one of her...and mix 'em together. It showed her what their children were gonna look like. The children they would have once the Mafia people were in jail and Kelly was free of them.

She didn't know what would happen to his wife...Alyssa...once her father was arrested. And the four kids...the two boys and the two little girls. Maybe they'd all go away in witness protection like Jax said. But Kelly would be with her. She was sure of it. And they'd be so happy. They'd move far, far away from Chicago and he could still be a fireman...and she would have all these little children she was busily creating...who came to life on the screen in front of her.

First there was a boy...Michael. That was Kelly's middle name...and he looked like Kelly...so handsome. Then there was a little girl, Becca. She looked a little more like Dorrie...but she had Kelly's blue eyes.

There were two more boys...Gavin and Christopher...and another girl...Shaylynne.

And maybe just one more...that way they could have three of each.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

She was busily mixing features when there was a knock on the door.

Dorrie hauled herself to her feet and hurried to open it. Maybe it was Jax...coming to get her for another mission.

But there was a strange man standing there...and for a minute she was frightened.

"Dorrie Weinhart?" he asked.

"Yes?" she said in a trembling voice.

He held out a heavy envelope to her.

"What's this?"

She opened the envelope carefully...cautiously. Jax said bad people sometimes sent bombs through the mail.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

It was a bunch of paper...Dorrie tried to read it...but except for the little words, she couldn't.

"I can't read this." she whispered. "What does it say?"

The man looked at her with pity in his eyes. Detective Dawson had told him this girl was challenged.

"It's a restraining order." the man told her. "It says that you aren't to go within a hundred and fifty feet of Lieutenant Kelly Severide...his home...his vehicle...or Firehouse 51 for the next ninety days. At which time you will have to appear in court."

"What?! Why!?" Dorrie cried. "Why would it say that!?"

The man shook his head.

"It's just my job to serve the papers, ma'am."

And with that he was gone.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Dorrie slammed the door so hard it rattled...and she ran to the phone.

Furiously, she punched in numbers...so fast that she got mixed up and had to hang up and try again. On the third try she finally got the call to go through...and it rang and rang and rang.

She slammed the phone down...then picked it up and tried again.

And again.

Where was Jax? Why wasn't he answering?

He would know what these papers meant. He was smart. You had to be to be in the CIA. He would explain who did this.

But the phone just kept on ringing.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

The crew assembled for morning roll call down at Station 51.

"Listen up everyone..." Chief Boden said. "I've got some sad news."

The whole team quieted down...

"Severide just called me...and Alyssa's dad passed. Happened last night."

There were a few murmurs...Cruz and Hermann both made the Sign of the Cross.

"I'll get the particulars as far as the arrangements go." Chief said. "Kelly said they were lookin' to have the wake tomorrow and the funeral the day after that. But I'll get all the details."

The firefighters all filed out of the briefing room.

It was sad. None of them could really say they knew Tony Boungiovanni well. He was a quiet man who kept to himself and didn't say much. He was old...in his eighties...but as far as anyone knew he had been in good health. This was all so sudden.

Their thoughts were with Alyssa and the kids...

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Dorrie didn't know what to do.

The man from the police had come to give her some piece of paper that said she couldn't see Kelly anymore...she couldn't get a hold of Jax...her brother Scott was working in Iraq on some construction project. He called after she got in the car accident and told her she wasn't allowed to drive until he got back. But that was the last time she talked to him.

And her case worker, Mrs. Phillips, would be really mad at her if she got in trouble with the police.

Maybe Kelly's wife had something to do with this. Maybe Alyssa was the one who didn't want her around her man.

She had to talk to Kelly. He'd explain why this was happening. And maybe this time he wouldn't yell. If it was just her and him...then maybe he'd be sweet.

But how was she gonna talk to him if she wasn't supposed to go near him or go to the firehouse?

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

She paced back and forth...thinking...just thinking about what she could do.

Kelly was a fireman...and if there was a fire he'd have to come...right?

She looked around the apartment. She didn't have any matches or a lighter because she wasn't allowed to smoke. And she couldn't make it too obvious. People got in trouble for starting fires on purpose. It had to be an accident.

Dorrie ran to the stove and turned on the burner. Then she put the skillet on the stove and carefully poured the vegetable oil into the pan. She purposely used too much...not like they taught in cooking class. And the flame was way too high too.

Finally she took two hamburgers out of the freezer and threw them in the oil. And Dorrie sat down to wait.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

"Engine 51...Truck 81...Ambulance 61...Squad 3..."

The firefighters pulled onto the scene and they could see the smoke and flames coming out the third story window.

"Is everybody out?" Casey asked one of the civilians standing on the lawn.

"The girl 'dat lives in 'dat apartment...she ain't come out!" an older man said. "She's retarded or somethin'!"

"We'll check it out." Clarke said as he and Mills ran to the front of the building.

He stopped and Squad 3 pulled their masks into place.

"Okay...Tony and Newhouse start on two...me an' Mills'll go up to three."

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Clarke and Mills raced up the stairs.

This had to be where the fire was...the smoke was thicker and darker...there was barely anything on two and nothing at all on one.

Clarke kicked in the door.

"Fire Department!" he yelled. "Call out!"

"Here!" a voice called. "I'm here!"

They headed toward the sound...and they found the victim.

She was huddled in a corner on the far side of the room. She hadn't even made an attempt to get out from the look of things.

But you never could tell how a person was going to react in a fire.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

"C'mon!" Clarke told her. "We got you!"

Dorrie just stared at the man who was reaching out to take her hand.

It wasn't Kelly!

Who was this guy? And why was he here instead of Kelly? Kelly was supposed to rescue her!

"No!" she screamed. "Get away from me!"

Mills tried to get in there.

"Ma'am! Come with us!" he said. "We'll take you outta here!"

"No! Where's Kelly?" Dorrie cried. "I want Kelly! I'm only goin' with Kelly!"

Clarke was done screwing around.

"Ma'am! Let's go!" He yelled. "We need to go now!"

He reached to take Dorrie by the hands...but she scooted farther back into the corner and kicked at him.

"Get out of here! Go get Kelly!" she screamed. "Kelly!"

Mills took a step back.

"Hey Chief!" he said into the radio. "We need more man-power up on three!"

Dorrie was still screaming hysterically...kicking with every bit of strength she could muster...swinging her arms when Clarke managed to dodge her feet.

Finally she connected and knocked his mask askew.

"Go away!"

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Casey and Cruz burst into the burning apartment.

Clarke tried to right his mask the best he could, and the four firefighters each grabbed one of the flailing limbs.

"Tell Shay and Dawson to get the Haldol and the restraints ready!" Casey called into the radio.

The men wrestled Dorrie down three flights of stairs...her fighting them every step of the way.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

When they finally emerged from the building Shay and Dawson met them with the gurney. Everybody struggled to hold Dorrie down while the paramedics slapped four-point restraints on as quickly as they could.

Chief and Tony jumped in too...and finally Shay sank a syringe deep into the girl's left thigh.

And they all waited.

Time seemed to stand still while they waited for Dorrie to stop thrashing around so they could move her to the ambo. It was like an eternity...till the fight finally drained out of her.

"Mills...you go with them..." Chief said. "Just in case."

"Copy that." Mills replied, as he followed the ladies to the back of Ambulance 61.

He and Dawson climbed in back while Leslie jumped behind the wheel.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Clarke pulled off his helmet and mask and took a deep breath.

"What happened in there?" Boden asked.

"She wanted Severide. She kept hollerin' for him."

Before the Chief could say another word...Hermann's voice came over the radio.

"Fire's out..."