A/N: This chapter is a little short, but the next few chapters will make up for it! I can guarantee. For all those new people finding this story through twitter, I hope this keeps up the hope for Brettonio coming back for you all! I've still got hope!

Sylvie's mind was running on overdrive all night, leading to her getting a severely small amount of sleep before she got up to head to work. She knew that she could at least get in a few hours at the firehouse before and after their calls, though.

She left Antonio asleep and headed off to the firehouse on her own. Antonio preferred her to wake him up before she left, but she couldn't manage it today - not after what he'd said last night. For the first real time, she was doubting their relationship.

She hated the feeling.

It was barely light by the time Sylvie headed into the firehouse. She smiled weakly at Cruz and Otis and headed to her bunk to put down her bag. After taking a small breather, she headed back into the kitchen.

She needed to talk to someone about what Antonio had said, but she knew she couldn't talk to Gabby about it. She'd tell her that she was thinking too far ahead or that it was just Antonio being Antonio.

Those answers wouldn't help her - they'd just hinder her even more. She sighed and grabbed a cup of yogurt out of the fridge and headed down to one of the tables. Why had she brought up the topic of wanting children last night? She should have just let it rest. It was to soon into their relationship to be thinking of children. Why had she been so moody around Antonio when he was just being kind? Maybe she just needed a break.

She missed the solidarity of living alone.

"Mornin' sunshine," Stella grinned, sliding into a chair across from the blonde. "You look positively radiant this morning."

Sylvie chuckled at her and rolled her eyes. "You're funny, Stella. Have you ever considered comedy as a possible profession when you're too old to be a firefighter?"

Stella shrugged at her. "I haven't, actually. But I appreciate the suggestion, I'll keep it in mind."

It had been a few hours since Sylvie had arrived at the firehouse, and the lack of sleep was weighing on her. She itched to get out and go on a call, but they hadn't had any so far today. Gabby and Matt were talking in Matt's office, Severide was working in his office too and everyone else was just trying to pass time in any way that they could.

Sylvie had been reading, of course. She'd picked up one of her old copies of Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets and had brought it with her to work. If anything could help her pass the time, she figured it'd be Harry Potter.

She couldn't help the feeling of worry rising in her stomach about the fact that there hadn't been any text from Antonio yet. Usually, he sent her a text every morning, whether they'd spoken before work or not. Yet, it was well into the morning and she'd received nothing.

As she shook the thought from her head, the first call of the day came in and Sylvie couldn't help the thrill than ran through her at hearing what it was for.

"Ambulance 61, 1900 South Federal Street, Fall."

"Graham, you need to make sure that your father has your help whenever he's going up or down the staircase in your house, okay?" Gabby sighed, guiding the traumatised son of the victim into the ambulance.

Luckily, the victim, who had fallen down the stairs, wasn't too badly injured.

Sylvie and Gabby had found that it was mostly treating the son, who was clearly in shock, after finding his father at the bottom of the staircase in their house. After loading him into the ambulance, everything was sorted.

"You good to drive, Sylvie?" Gabby asked, raising her eyebrows.

Sylvie sent a nod back her way, jumping into the front of the ambo and waiting for Gabby to give her the all clear. As soon as she did, Sylvie pulled away from the house and began to make her way to Med.

The drive to Med was quick and soon enough Graham and his father were being wheeled into the emergency room and taken into a room with Natalie Manning.

As Gabby worked on the paperwork, Sylvie found herself lost in thought once more. She needed to talk to someone about Antonio. But if she couldn't talk to Gabby, who could she talk to? Not Stella or Matt. It couldn't be anyone at the firehouse, but it had to be someone who knew Antonio well. She wasn't going to approach Will, either. He was still pressuring her to talk to Antonio about Harrison.

"You okay, Sylvie?" Gabby's voice interrupted her thoughts. Sylvie jumped at the interruption, but nodded quickly.

"I'm good, Dawson," she smiled. "I'm just tired. I didn't get much sleep last night."

Gabby cringed and shook her head. "No!" She exclaimed, quite loudly. "I don't need to hear about what went on with you and Antonio while you weren't sleeping. Don't tell me, don't say another word."

Sylvie flushed, though she shook her head just as violently. "No, Dawson! I didn't mean that stuff, oh my God. I just meant that I couldn't sleep! Not that Antonio and I were busy doing other stuff."

"Okay, good, good. But let's stop talking about that right now, okay?" Gabby looked uncomfortable and Sylvie couldn't help but laugh at her.

For a few moments, as Sylvie and Gabby headed back out to the ambo, she'd forgotten all about her problems with Antonio, yet, a name popped into her head as soon as she'd sat down in the passenger seat. Kim!

Without a second thought, she grabbed her phone and typed a text to Kim.

Sylvie Brett: Girls night soon? Just you and me? :)

Within minutes, she'd gotten a reply.

Kim Burgess: Absolutely! Text me when and where and I'll be there!

Later that night, when it was finally dark at the firehouse and the group were settling in for the night and any calls they'd get, Sylvie couldn't help but send Antonio a text. She felt guilty for leaving him earlier that morning, and while she knew she'd had a valid reason, it wasn't anything to shut him out for.

Sylvie Brett: Goodnight, sleep well. I hope you had a good day today. See you tomorrow morning! X :)

After hitting send on the message, she instantly moved into a conversation with Kim, organising when they'd meet up for drinks. It was finalised that they'd meet up tomorrow night at a bar in the city - not Molly's.

As Sylvie fell asleep, she felt both excited and nervous at the prospect of tomorrow. While she'd have fun with Kim, she'd have to deal with seeing Antonio first.

It was only just getting light when Sylvie packed up her gear from her shift and began the drive back home to Antonio's apartment. She was worried about what he'd say when she got home, having woken up to no new messages from him, even though her text last night had said it'd been read.

She pulled into the parking lot and slung her bag over her shoulder, slowly making her way upstairs. It was early, but Sylvie wasn't too tired. She'd slept most of the night, only having to get up for one call at 2:00am, but for the most part, she'd gotten a decent amount.

As she pushed open the door to the apartment, her heart was beating faster than it ever had. She knew it was the nerves. What would she see inside?

She let the door close behind her before moving her eyes from the floor, looking around the apartment. Her bag fell from her shoulder at the sight, her hands moving quickly to cover her mouth. She hadn't been expecting this.