A/N: A double update, you say? Yes, it is. I've not updated in a little while. So, you deserve two updates. I'll try and get the next chapter up on Saturday/Sunday. This chapter is one of my favourites, I think. ENJOY!

On Wednesday, Sylvie was happy to go back to work. Even if Antonio hadn't wanted her to go, simply because he was nervous for her. She felt like she hadn't been at work in ages, even if she'd only been off shift for a day. She'd woken up early this morning, still in Antonio's bed, yet he'd disappeared.

She found a note he'd left on the counter for her, and even though Antonio didn't seem like the most thoughtful person on the outside, the note proved that he was. He'd written that he got called into work early again, and that he was incredibly sorry to have to leave her, especially after last night.

As Sylvie dressed in her uniform, she couldn't get the thoughts of last night out of her head. With her condition, and the slight problem in having a gunshot wound, Sylvie had thought that it would be weeks or even months until she reached that level of intimacy with Antonio. She was happily surprised.

On the Saturday before she headed back to work, she'd gone out with Gabby to buy a new car. It was helpful to have a car again, now. She didn't have to rely on Antonio driving her everywhere. And, it meant he could go into work early without worrying about dropping her off at the firehouse.

Cruz had cooked himself, Gabby, Matt and Sylvie scrambled eggs again, as the others in the house were busy elsewhere. Sylvie, who had always thought it anyway, found herself incredibly thankful to have Cruz in her life. She'd worried, when they broke up, that he'd not want to be friends with her anymore, but she was glad they were. There was no one for Antonio to worry about in terms of exes.

She always appreciated how kind Cruz was to Antonio, and vice versa. She knew that Antonio appreciated the people at the firehouse, too. And even if Sylvie had dated Cruz, she knew that Antonio liked the fact that Cruz was still so caring. He'd always have her back, no matter what, and that comforted both Antonio and Sylvie herself.

Sylvie, just after lunch that day, found herself curled up on the couch, Dune in hand. They had a minor call just after ten, but they were back at the firehouse now and there hadn't been anything since. So, Sylvie had grabbed the copy of Dune that Otis had leant her in the hospital and started to reread it. She didn't know how many times she'd read it, but in the last two weeks alone, she'd read it twice. It was one of her favourite series' and one of the only books Antonio had in his apartment, thanks to her.

Just as she finished a chapter, she looked up to see Cruz sitting in front of her on the coffee table. With a smile, Sylvie put her bookmark inside of Dune and closed it, letting it rest on her lap. "Hey, Cruz. What's up?" She asked, adjusting to sit more comfortably to talk, not wanting to seem like she didn't want to talk.

"What are you doing tomorrow night? Tomorrow is Thursday, right?" Cruz asked, knotting his hands together and leaning forward a little. Sylvie noticed that he looked a little nervous, yet she decided not to bring it up.

Before she spoke, Sylvie hesitated, thinking exactly about what her plans were tomorrow. "Uh," she muttered, concentrating. "Antonio, Gabby and I have to testify against Jonathan tomorrow morning, but that'll be done by one. As far as I can remember, I have no plans for tomorrow night. Antonio and I are probably just hanging out at home. What are you asking for?"

Cruz shrugged at her and stood up, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Nothing important," he said, nonchalantly. "I'll catch up with you later."

As Cruz walked away, Sylvie frowned, turning to watch him as he disappeared into the conference room. She furrowed her eyebrows and turned back to her book. "Weird," she muttered, shaking her head, opening her book back up again. Just as she was about to start reading again, she spotted Otis walking into the room and quickly looked up to catch his attention. "Hey, Otis! Do you know what's going on with Cruz?"

She moved to stand up from the couch, closing the book again and heading over to him, the book still in one of her hands. "He's been acting really weird. Is there something wrong that I don't know about?"

Otis looked at her, eyebrows raised, before shaking his head. "No, nothing I can think of. I can ask him if you'd like? But he was fine last night - I was with him and Stella at Molly's."

Sylvie frowned, but nodded at him. "That'd be really helpful, thank you, Otis," she smiled, heading back to the couch and sitting back down in it. "Thank you for the book, as well. I'll give it back when I finish rereading it again."

As Otis went to walk into the conference room, Sylvie caught him shrug. "Take your time," he spoke, closing the door behind him and disappearing. Sylvie nodded again, still completely confused, yet she opened up the book again and continued reading. A smile rose to her face as she realised her favourite part was only a chapter away.

Sylvie was glad when the trial was over. Even though she had Antonio and Gabby right there with her, the idea of sitting there and staring at the man that had stood in front of her and fired a bullet into her side in an attempt to kill her terrified her. It hadn't taken too long, though, luckily.

And while seeing Jonathan in the flesh after all of this was just as terrifying as she'd thought it would be, it helped that she had Gabby and Antonio. She always had one of them beside her, apart from when she was on the stand. But it still helped considering they were just a few steps away from her, and that when she answered all the questions from the lawyer, she could walk back over to them and sit with them again.

It had gone quicker than she thought it would, and she was glad. While testifying against the man that shot her was not the ideal way to spend her Thursday morning, Antonio and Gabby had taken her out to grab some lunch afterwards, ending up in the three of them sitting in a park near Antonio's apartment and eating burgers.

Just after three, Gabby had left the two of them to go back home to Matt and Louie. While the trial had started half an hour later than expected, it hadn't ended until almost two o'clock. Sylvie was tired, and she really wanted to sleep, but she knew that she'd have to hold out for a few more hours before she finally could.

Antonio had told her earlier that morning, before the trial, that he was going to take her to Molly's tonight. She hadn't been there since before she got shot, and he wanted to treat her to a few drinks and some good company. While she'd groaned about it that morning, wanting to stay in and watch movies with Antonio, the idea had grown on her through the day. After the stress of the day, it was exactly what she needed.

Just after seven, and after Antonio convincing her to go out for drinks in something better than a pair of old jeans and a t-shirt, the two of them finally left the apartment and headed to Molly's. Sylvie felt like there was something that Antonio wasn't telling her, but she kept it to herself, figuring that if it was something really important, he'd tell her.

He pulled up just outside Molly's, and, again, opened the car door for her. She couldn't help the butterflies in her stomach as he took her hand and led her into Molly's. It was quieter than normal, and Sylvie was incredibly confused as Antonio opened the door for her and led her inside, to a completely dark and quiet bar.

Before she could register what was happening, the lights turned on suddenly and she spotted Gabby, Cruz, Otis, Herrmann and everyone from Firehouse 51, her friends from Chicago Med and the police department. Her hand flew to her mouth in surprise. They'd thrown her a surprise party!

She didn't even notice as Antonio's hand let go of hers and he let her to be greeted and pulled into a group of hugs from her friends. Will, Kim, Gabby, and finally, Cruz. He had a large grin on his face and Sylvie turned to him, laughing. "Was this your doing?" She asked him, raising her eyebrows. "When you asked me yesterday about what I was doing?"

Cruz grinned at her and nodded. "Was I good at keeping the secret?"

"You're good at secret keeping, but not at subtlety, I'm afraid. You left me confused for most of the shift," she chuckled, before pulling Cruz into another hug. "Thank you, Cruz. Really. This is the best thing you could have done for me today. The absolute best."

He pulled away from her hug and smiled back at her. "Sylvie Brett, you're completely welcome. We all knew you needed something like this. I was the one with the idea, roped everyone else into it yesterday."

Sylvie smiled as Cruz left and walked away. It was true - she did need this, and she was so glad that Cruz had realised what she needed and was happy to do it. The fact that he'd closed down Molly's to do this, and that he'd gone to find all of her friends in the city - even those from Med - made her so incredibly happy.

Out of everyone here, she needed to talk to Will and Kim the most. She hadn't spoken to Will since she was in hospital. He hadn't been to visit, and she'd never seen him in hospital except for the other day, but he was busy with a patient and hadn't been able to speak to her.

Kim was worried. Sylvie knew that. And she needed to talk to her just as much as Will. Kim had become one of her best friends over the last few months, and Sylvie felt incredibly lucky to have her. But ever since the shooting, she hadn't had the time to speak to her and talk about what was going on. Even if she wanted to. She'd basically been on house arrest, and Kim was working. There'd been no chances to really see her and talk to her.

After a few minutes of greeting some of the people from the firehouse, and saying hello to Erin and Jay, Antonio arrived back at her side, a glass of wine and a beer in his hands. Sylvie gratefully took the wine and turned to Antonio, eyebrows raised. "Did you know about all this too?"

Antonio chuckled and nodded. "Gabby told me last night, she called me up while you were in the shower at work to tell me about it all. You deserve to let go and just relax like this tonight. Even if it isn't what you wanted, I know you'll enjoy yourself tonight."

"You're the best, you know that?" She smiled up at him, standing on her tip toes just a little and pressing a kiss to his lips. "You enjoy yourself tonight too. You've been babysitting me for two weeks."

He let out a laugh and shook his head, happily kissing her back. "Go on, you. Go and have fun, see Kim, see Will. I'll see you in a little while."

Sylvie watched as Antonio walked away from her and went to the bar to speak to Herrmann and Otis, both of whom were still working. She sighed and took a sip of her wine before walking over to Will, standing at the back of the room. Will had been one of her best friends in Chicago, and one of the first people she met. Even if Gabby was her first best friend, Will was surely one of the first.

The time that she spent at the hospital was always good, thanks to Will. And she was thankful that he was there with her. Even if he hadn't treated her after she got shot, she knew that he'd checked in on her. But she was worried as to why he hadn't made an effort to speak since.

"Will," Sylvie smiled, stepping in front of him.

The smile on his face as she appeared instantly changed her mind about everything - he definitely hadn't been purposefully not talking to her. It must have just been the stress of work.

"Hey, Sylvie. How have you been?" He asked her, turning to face her.

She smiled back at him and nodded. "I've been doing really well, you know that? Everything's settling back down now, thank God."

Will chuckled at her, taking a sip of his beer. "I'm glad to hear that, Sylvie. Connor told me you'd been around the hospital a few times, but I didn't see you. I suppose I was just too busy working." He joked.

"Ah, that's you, isn't it? Will Halstead, the very hard worker," she laughed. He grinned back at her and nodded. As she was about to speak again, her phone buzzed in her bag, and she frowned, pulling it out.

The name of the contact made her freeze. He hadn't spoken to her in just over a year, and she was confused as to why he was still contacting her. In front of her, Will frowned. "What's up? Who is it?" He asked. Sylvie knew that he was worried.

She looked back up at him and frowned. "It's my ex-fiancé. Harrison," she looked back down at her phone and opened up the message.

Harrison: I'm in town for work. We should catch up. I miss you and I want to talk about everything. I messed up last year. Let me know a time and a place and I'll be there. X Harrison