Hello people, it's been a very long time!

I know I know, I am also very disappointed about Mon not coming back for a season 7, but there's still hope you know? She didn't sign for an entire season, but she still could act for several episodes? I have a theory about all this and I hope it's a good one enough to see it on screen (pretty haughty, right?). And if not, then... FANFICTION STORY IS PENDING!

I don't have much time to write and read stories for Chicago Fire, as I am on a big Hawaii 5-0 story (a big crossover with NCIS Los Angeles and MacGyver), but I did this epilogue especially for you a couple weeks ago. My beta had some trouble to give it back to me (still like you though Gikkas) but here it is now, all corrected and sorted for all of you who were waiting for this finale.

I hope you will like it! Have fun reading this couple words ^^

Four years later...

It was finally summer and the whole Casey family had decided to enjoy their vacation out of Chicago, to go back to nature and stay in the woods, all in desperate need to relax and recharge. Matt and Gabby had inherited the cabin that Kelly had taken great care to rebuild and renovate and now it was their way to escape the stress of the city and a place to relax and unwind.

Matt had wanted to take time before returning to work as Battalion Chief of Firehouse 51, not that he didn't love his job and the men and women who worked under him; they were not only his co-workers but friends and family, but Matt had to also look after himself and his health. Even if he didn't want to admit it to anyone else, he wanted to take care of his daughters, to pamper them and love them and by doing this, Gabby would be able to return to work as she had desired to after her maternity leave. Actually, a part of him was jealous of Gabby as she was home to see all the mundane things, scrapes and bruises, fights and laughter; all the things he had missed before life blew up and was changed forever. Matt had realized life was short and no matter what, he wanted to be there for his family. He had lost so much and never wanted to blame work or circumstance again, and no one blamed him for wanting to take some time.

The sun dipped lower in the sky but the temperature had not dropped in the slightest, and it was the heat that had convinced Matt, Kellie and Eliza to cool off in the shallows of the lake while Gabby was preparing dinner. Fortunately for the Casey family, when Kelly had rebuilt and renovated the cabin, he had put in the little luxuries of modern convenience such as electricity and air conditioning. And if it was not for the air conditioning, Gabby would have abandoned cooking for playing with her family in the cool water.

Gabby looked out the window; she could see her two girls laughing and splashing in the water. They looked so happy. Matt was laying on his back in the water, just floating, unaware that he was about to be ambushed. Gabby was certain that he knew he was about to be attacked but was playing along with the girls as they prepared to attack, pouncing on their "unsuspecting" father.

Eliza was 12 years old now and was a beautiful young lady and a perfect combination of her parents. She had Gabby's latino complexion but had her father's eyes; a deep azure and her hair a blend of Gabby's own dark brown and Matt's blonde and they now reached down her back. She was an outgoing child who had the uncanny ability to see through to the heart of the matter, so much like her mother. Kellie, on the other hand, was the enigma: if it was not for the certainty that Matt was her father, she could have passed for a mini Kelly Severide. Kellie had midnight black hair that fell in curls down her back and her eyes were a midnight blue and sparkled.

Kellie climbed onto her father and gently traced the pink scar that traversed his chest, smoothing her fingers over the puckered skin over and over from top to bottom. A frown crossed her face

"Daddy? What's this?"

"This? Well, uh..."

Matt didn't know what to say. How to explain to a four-year-old girl that he had been badly injured and that the heart she could hear beating in his chest while reading her bedtime wasn't his?

"Kellie, this mark is the beginning of your story."

"My story?"

"Yes, your story!"

Matt couldn't help but smile; his memories of that moment shared with Eliza about his scars at the time were still intact in his mind. Yes, his older daughter was right.

"You want me to tell you this story?"

"Yes, yes! Tell me a story!" Kellie asked with a giant smile on her face.

"Okay, well... First of all, you know that mama and daddy work with firefighters."

"Huhuh."

"Well... Five years ago, Some... Some bad guys hurt daddy, and... And his heart stopped beating."

"You gotted hurted daddy? What about the doctors?"

"Yes, sweetie I got hurt badly. And... The doctors couldn't fix daddy's heart, so his best friend gave him his heart."

"But... But daddy, if your best friend gave you his heart, it means he went to Heaven with the angewls?"

"Yes. Yes, he did."

"But why he did this, daddy? Why he gave you his heart?"

"He did this for you, sweetie."

Kellie couldn't understand. She was probably too young to understand the meaning, but Matt wanted her to understand what the story meant.

"When my heart stopped, mama just heard that you'll be coming soon into our lives. And... Kelly, my best friend, didn't want to... me to not meet you. So... He gave me his heart."

"Kelly? That's my name!"

"Yes! We gave his name to you. Because he's my hero, my best friend and my brother. This scar here, this is how your story started. Without uncle Kelly's heart, I wouldn't be here with you, with your sister. With your mama."

"So... Unca Kelly's heart is boom boom for you?"

"Yes, it is! And it never beat stronger than today. And you know why?"

"No."

"Because this heart is beating for you and your big sister? And for mama. It's beating for all of us."

"So, Unca Kelly is wif the angewls for me?"

Matt couldn't help but smile. His daughter was so innocent, so cute.

"I have a scar too, for the beginning of my story!" Eliza said proudly.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah! Just right there!" his father started by showing her his right hip. "Daddy had this scar when mama and I were on a call, and the house fell on the top of us."

"Did you get hurted?"

"Yes, but it was worth it. We had your big sister after that. And now, we have you."

"And soon, there will be Awen!"

Matt smiled again and turned to the cabin. Gabby had heard the entire the conversation her husband had with their daughters, and she looked down to see her belly before putting her hand over it. Today, it'd been six months since her pregnancy had been revealed, a little boy, and they both had wanted to call him Allan Ramon Casey, in tribute to his two grandparents. Eliza Andrea Casey, Kellie Shay Casey and Allen Ramon Casey. Three children named after the heroes of the family. Three children protected by Heaven. Three children filling their parents with joy. Gabby smiled, staring at Matt, who was watching her, and both looked up at the sky.

Kelly... This family I've always wanted, I have it now thanks to you... I love you. Always

AN: So, what are your thoughts about this story? Did you like it all along? Something isn't right? You missed something? Tell me all this in a private message or a review ^^