"Hey, guys, anyone gets an email from somebody called Medea Jones, don't open it or any of the attachments." Otis called out to the room. He was staring at his laptop while he said it, leftovers from the earlier party at his elbow. It was getting late, and thankfully the number of calls had quieted down.

"You get one of those virus things?" Herrmann asked. "That ain't the Molly's computer, is it?"
"No, it's not the business computer." Otis reassured. "And no, not a virus just ah, uh, prank email is all. Trust me, you don't want to open it."

"What the fuck?!" Capp had his phone, and Otis dropped his head.

"You opened it. I just told you not to open it."
"Yeah, but I was wondering why."
"What the fuck is that?" Cruz asked, looking over Capp's shoulder. Sylvie, who'd been sitting across from Otis and also enjoying some leftover cake herself, moved to stand and go towards Capp to also see, but Otis grabbed her arm.

"You don't…"

"That's Casey!" Cruz half-shouted, shock and something maybe a bit like revulsion in his tone, and Sylvie knew. She knew what it was. She didn't even have to look.

"Don't stare at it!" She cried, not even sure why she said it, except that she knew what it was and she knew Matt would be (understandably) humiliated but she couldn't imagine really how he would feel. These were his guys, his family, and 51 had always been his safe place, she knew that, everyone knew that, that the job was Matt's place where he felt comfortable and confident and no matter how messy his personal life, he always had the work. Through everything with his family, with Hallie, with Dawson, with the fire, with injuries and Voight and everything, he'd always had 51 as the place none of that mattered, just the work and he could do the work. To have something like this take that away, to invade his only safe space...

"Hey, Sylvie, calm down. It's shut, okay?" Cruz was there, and maybe she'd spaced for a little longer than she thought. "No one else is going to open any emails with any attachments."
"You weren't in any of them." Capp tried to sound reassuring.

"That doesn't make it better." She protested. Then she reconsidered, "actually it does, because at least…we knew that those were 'out there'. We just thought it was taken care of, a problem up at 29-"
"Wait, those were taken at a firehouse?" Otis asked.

"There was a problem, with a guy up there, Matt said he knew about one of those, but the others showed up on a fake Facebook account a couple weeks ago. We reported it, it was taken down, after half of Fowlerton saw it because I was tagged in them, but the guy got suspended or something."
"Think he did this as like…revenge or something?" Herrmann asked.

"I never understood why some guy at 29 would do it to begin with, it doesn't make sense. Matt didn't do anything to hurt anyone." Sylvie protested.
"None of us were up at 29." Otis pointed out.

"Otis-" Sylvie spun, and he held up his hands.

"I'm saying, maybe this guy was lazy or dangerous or going off the res – Casey would've ridden his ass about that, just doing his job. No way Casey lets that slide just because he's only up there temporarily. We slip up, we get chewed out, we do drills. Maybe this guy just…got pissed about Casey making him do his job right." Otis finished his argument. She had to admit, that was actually a pretty likely possibility, and much nicer than she'd been worried Otis would say. He hadn't said anything about her and Casey in weeks, but she also had not entirely forgotten what he'd said in the fall.

"Somebody has to tell Casey. And Chief." Cruz pointed out.

"We got a bigger problem, boys." Herrmann held up his phone, which had pinged with a text a few seconds earlier. "Cindy got the same email."

"Did she open it?" Sylvie asked, unable to believe this was happening. Cindy was like a mix between a Mom and a big sister to Matt, a person he adored and admired and it would kill him to know she'd seen him like that.

"She did – didn't scroll past the first, uh…she figured out it wasn't something she wanted. She doesn't know who it was, no face. Just wanted me to know she got this email, thinks Lee Henry's been into some websites again or something."
"God, don't tell her." Sylvie practically begged.

"Just told her I'll take care of it. Have to tell her the rest later, make sure she doesn't get after Lee Henry." Herrmann admitted reluctantly. "She'll be cool, she'll understand. I promise."

"Who would even have Cindy's email? I mean, all of us, you could get from the database right but Cindy?" Cruz asked.

"We gotta tell Casey." Herrmann reminded. He looked kindly at Sylvie. "I'll do it, no point in making you give him the bad news."
"No, no." Sylvie disagreed. "Let me. He knows I know about…some of it. It might be easier. But we still have to talk to the Chief and report this to headquarters." She sighed. "Herrmann, can you let the Chief know Matt and I need to see him in a few minutes. I'll go tell Casey."

"I'm gonna call Lily, make sure she doesn't open anything she doesn't know the sender – if this asshole got Cindy's email, he might've gotten hers, or anyone else's." Otis nodded, and Sylvie left the common room as the guys all set about informing anyone they could think might be connected or get an email, telling them not to open them. She hoped they got to everyone in time.

Matt's reaction had been predictable enough. He'd been shocked, appalled, humiliated, angry, and then, he'd shoved it all down to talk to Chief about it. He was so good at that, it scared her sometimes, the way he could box things up. It wasn't that he didn't care, he cared more than most she knew that, he just was too proud to break in public, no matter what the issue was, but especially with something like this. Battered pride was about the only thing he had to fall back on. He'd gotten through the shift, though she noticed, and she knew Matt noticed, that no one was quite looking right at him. Then he'd been called to headquarters the next morning. She, Stella, Kelly, they all knew exactly what it was about. Matt had confided to her, late last night in the common room when neither of them could sleep, that this could kill his career. Anything that brought disrepute on the CFD was a problem, especially in an officer. She couldn't think how anyone could justify punishing him for being a victim of something so hateful. All Matt had said was that because the sender of the email claimed to be a woman he'd brought to Firehouse 29 for sex (which made no sense, surely someone up there would have noticed a random girl?) and that was how she got the photos, it was probably going to be up to him to prove that she was lying. She reminded him that he'd already filed a report with the CFD about those same photos, so there was no way anyone could believe this random woman who was just an email address at this point, but the CFD he reminded her was not law enforcement and they didn't really need to follow an 'innocent until proven guilty' rule. The union could (and Mouch promised would) wade into the fight on his behalf if necessary, but Matt was nervous, and she could tell. He'd been comforted a tiny, tiny bit that almost everyone they knew who had gotten the email had also been informed quickly not to open it, and hadn't. Unfortunately, Donna actually knew a real person named Medea Jones, and had opened the email, and the attachments because she'd been expecting pictures from her former college classmate. Sylvie was pretty sure that Matt was not going to be volunteering to babysit Terrence and see Donna for a little while, but Chief had been not cool about it really but not mad at Matt at least. She knew he was mortified. He was in a lot of ways an incredibly private man, and to have his privacy shredded like this was traumatic and humiliating.

All three of them tried to play it cool all day while Matt was at his meeting, but no one was very believable at faking it. They were all incredibly nervous and upset. She could tell Kelly was particularly on edge. He'd been almost alright until Matt came out of the bedroom in his dress blues. This was not a casual meeting with HR, this was a meeting with someone (or someones) important. This was big. Kelly had been acting like they'd sent Matt off to the executioner alone ever since. It just made her and Stella more nervous. The longer Matt was gone, the worse their nerves got. Kelly's cell phone rang about 5 pm. He jumped up like he'd taken an electrical shock or something, and quickly answered the call.

"Hey, Matt, what's up?" Sylvie exchanged looks with Stella. If Kelly was calling him 'Matt' things were really bad. Really bad. Kelly only called him Matt when he was introducing him to people away from work or to a victim, or when he thought Casey was going to die or something.

"Shut up, Case." Okay, so his disgruntled response told her Matt was in the mood to call him out on that. Relief hit her. If Matt was needling Kelly, it couldn't be catastrophic.

"What? Yeah, man, of course, but where are you?"
"Hell, I kind of expected you to be at a bar." Kelly replied with a small laugh.

"Yeah, yeah, that's why you're a captain. You gotta give us like twenty minutes this time of day, man. At least."
"Shut up, Case. We'll be there soon as we can." Kelly hung up, shaking his head, and muttering in what she presumed was supposed to be a mocking impersonation of Matt " 'lived here my whole life' the little shit, doing him a favor, too."
"Uh, Kelly, you want to fill us in?" Stella prompted, as he started putting his shoes on.

"Yeah, come on, we're gonna go pick up Casey."
"He drove to his meeting." Sylvie pointed out.

"Says he's too tired to drive, 'specially in rush hour traffic."
"Did he say what the outcome of the meeting was?"
"Nope. But he didn't sound…he just sounded exhausted, so it must've gone alright for him."
"Good. He is the victim in this. He did nothing wrong." Sylvie bit out sharply.

They picked Matt up at headquarters. He was asleep while sitting in the lobby, a couple of the front desk staff keeping an obvious eye on him. Kelly gave the ladies a smile and a wave, as Sylvie gently shook Matt's shoulder.

"Matt, baby, you ready to go home?"
"Syl?" He came awake, mostly, but his voice had that sleepy softness to it that she loved so much.

"Let's go, big guy." Kelly helped haul Matt to his feet. Sylvie could've managed it, but Kelly handled Matt's weight much more easily.

"Syl, can you take m'truck?" Matt asked. "Too tired to drive."
"Yeah, we can see that." Stella remarked.

"Of course I'll drive. Do you have the keys?"

"In my pocket."
"Can you give them to me?" Sylvie asked, exchanging a grin with Stella. Matt was so tired he might as well be stoned or drunk. It should probably worry her, but given that Matt was more likely to be wound up and unable to sleep at all if the meeting had gone poorly (hence he hadn't slept at all on shift last night) his sleepiness now actually made her feel better instead of worse.

"You could get them."

"I'm not reaching into your pocket in the lobby of headquarters, Matt Casey." Sylvie replied, rolling her eyes. Kelly was chuckling, though. "I know which way you dress, and you're tired to deliver on anything you might accidentally promise me."
"She's got you there, Case." Kelly was outright laughing now. "Let's go, man, you can fill us in on how it went as we go."
They moved outside, Stella walking ahead, apparently intent on making sure there was no ice along the way as Matt moved semi-drunkenly between Sylvie and Kelly. She wasn't very patient though, and a minute later asked over her shoulder,

"How'd it go, Captain?"
"Can't tell you most of it. Find out…house meeting I guess, later, next shift or the one after maybe." Matt shrugged.

"You're not in any trouble, are you?" Sylvie asked.

"No, no disciplinary actions. Got lotsa trouble coming, but not that kinda trouble."
"So what kind of trouble?"
"Had to file a criminal complaint. Guess this is a crime, called 'revenge porn' according to the detectives. Got a whole investigation going and everything. Already have suspects and stuff, since the photos were taken at 29." Matt sounded more awake, maybe it was the cold temperatures, or just getting up and moving. "Grissom had my back, though, Sev. Wasn't sure he would, but he did. Heads're gonna roll, just not mine. He had a whole big speech about how he can't have this sort of shit happen in his department. But just wait until the entire CFD has to have harassment and bullying retraining – fuck, I hope my name doesn't end up attached to that."
"Ah, Griss'll have better sense than that."
"Hope so." Matt replied as they reached his truck. Kelly was parked a little farther away in the parking lot. Matt practically fell into the passenger seat of the truck, as he handed the keys out to Sylvie. "Thanks for coming to pick me up. Coulda gotten a cab, didn't want to leave my truck, though."

"No problem. See you back at home, man. Stella and I are gonna stop and pick up dinner. You need to eat before you crash, man. What do you want?"
"Chinese?"
"Chinese it is. I'll get your usual."
"Thanks, Sev."
"Uh, the number 4 for me." Sylvie ordered quickly, as the small group parted. She was so damned grateful to have Matt, and apparently a Matt who wasn't in any trouble, that she leaned over to kiss him. He kissed her back, and she had to resist the desire to slide across the seat to be closer to him. That could wait until later. She just needed to kiss him right now. It wasn't heated, it wasn't the sort of kiss to lead to anything, just affection and love and relief that he was okay. Or at least, he was going to be okay. They still had a lot to wade through with this, but she was certain that they, he, would be okay.