A/N: Here's the last chapter, sorry it's so late, I had planned to finish this story long before now but got hung up on how to finish it. Thanks for reading and for all your reviews!

"So for all we know there's footage of all of us using that locker room?" Otis asked when Kelly joined them at Molly's and relayed the story to all of them.

"It sounds like a safe bet," Kelly said, "for all we know, all our pictures are on websites all over the internet and we just don't know it."

Otis and Cruz wordlessly looked to one another, and glanced each other up and down, and made a couple of faces that said everything they were thinking.

"Well this should definitely shut up all the guys on Engine when they hear that," Cruz said.

"Yeah, but what do we do?" Otis asked. "Once anything's put online, there's zero chance to control it. Anybody can see it, copy it, send it to a hundred people, a dozen other websites, so even when the original's taken down, it can still be floating through cyberspace in a hundred different outlets."

"We are going to do what we always do as firefighters," Kelly told them, "we're going to be professionals about it. This has already about destroyed Casey, at least we know what we're possibly looking at, and if we find ourselves in the same boat, we have to deal with it like it doesn't bother us. We all saw what this did to Casey, and he doesn't need to spend all his time worrying about any of us, which we know he would because that's the kind of guy he is."

"How's he doing anyway?" Otis asked.

"Doc said they'll release him in the morning, he can't wait to go home," Kelly said.

"Well that's good, right?" Cruz asked.

"Yeah, sure, but what's he going home to?" Kelly asked.

Matt went home the next day, and once he had a chance to shower and change his clothes, he went with Kelly to pay their respects to the parents of the 15 year old girl who'd killed herself. It was a somber meeting with her mother and father who were still heavily grieving, and by the time the two firemen left the apartment, there was hardly a dry eye among either of them. It was then a silent car ride back to Casey's apartment, and once they returned, the two of them collapsed on the couch alongside each other.

Out of nowhere Casey blurted out, "I've been acting horrible about this whole thing."

Kelly turned his head and looked at him curiously. "What do you mean?"

"I'm a firefighter, Kelly, I'm supposed to be made of stronger stuff than this...somebody leaks a picture of me on the internet and I go all to pieces feeling sorry for myself."

"Matt-"

"DeShawna Williams was 15 years old, it makes sense that she felt overwhelmed by what happened to her, that her life was over, that she didn't have anything to live for, and it wasn't ever going to get better, but I'm a grown man, I know better-"

"And you were still the victim of a crime just like she was," Kelly pointed out. "It doesn't matter that you're older, nobody had any right to do what they did to you or her."

"Yeah, but I should've handled it better," Casey replied.

"How are you supposed to handle something like this?" Kelly asked.

Casey was quiet for a few seconds before he responded, "I don't know...but I shouldn't have let it bother me as much as it did...I nearly killed myself because of it, without even planning to."

"I know," Severide quietly replied, not sure what else to say.

Casey looked at him and said, "And you...you've been right here trying to help me every step of the way."

"I try."

"Thank you."

Casey sighed as he leaned back against the couch and looked towards the ceiling. "I've got to move on from this. The picture's out there, it's always going to be out there, and I can't change that. I have to live with that, I have to figure out how."

"Well," Kelly offered, "I'm still here, we can figure it out together."

Matt looked at him and smiled, just a small one, but it was enough.

"Thanks, Kelly," he replied. "And if anybody else comes to 51 and busts my balls about it-"

"We'll kill them in their sleep," Kelly offered mischievously.

"Right," Casey said with a laugh.

"I got my phone number changed, deleted my old social media accounts, and got new ones to start all over with," Casey told Kelly one night a week later off-shift as they sat on the couch in the living room, "And for some reason, I feel exhausted. You'd think I actually spent the day doing something."

"And your email?" Kelly asked.

"I was going to start a new one to move all the important stuff to, but most of the emails I've been getting have stayed in the junk folder, and they haven't been coming in as frequently, I guess after a while even trolls get tired and give up," Casey said. "Or they just found some new target to move onto."

"So, how're you doing?" Kelly asked him.

Casey nodded, "Okay...a lot better than a couple weeks ago."

"I'm glad to hear it."

"Do you know anything yet?" Casey asked.

"I haven't heard if any pictures of us have surfaced anywhere," Kelly said, "but the cops are gonna have a lot of stuff to sort through, it'll be months before we know anything. If that bastard's smart, he'll plead out and save everybody a trial."

"Yeah..." Casey said distantly.

Kelly looked at him, concerned, "Matt?"

"If this whole thing does go to trial...I'll be fine, I'll deal with it," Casey said, "I guess it's some comfort to know I wouldn't be alone...how...how many people that he's done this to can they actually bring in to testify against him?"

Kelly shrugged, "I don't know, a few, a dozen maybe, I don't know..."

"Well...I've gotten through everything else so far, I can get through this too," Casey told him.

Matt's eyes widened at the sensation of a hand grabbing his, he glanced down and saw Kelly's fingers intertwined with his.

"You won't have to go through this alone," Severide told him.

A small smile formed on Matt's face as he quietly replied, "I appreciate it, Kelly."

Kelly smiled in return and said, "Come here," and using his free arm, pulled Casey against him and hugged him, "How're you really doing, Matt?"

"I'm okay, really...some days are better than others...some, not so much...I know that eventually it's not going to be this bad, but I get tired of having to wait."

"It'll get easier," Kelly told him.

"I know," Casey replied. "Thanks for sticking around and helping me."

"No problem, where else am I gonna go?" Kelly asked.

8 months later-

"What is it?" Kelly asked as Casey disconnected the call on his cell phone and pocketed it.

"That was the States Attorney's office," Casey said.

"I thought they just sent you a letter last week about the trial," Kelly said.

"They did...I was supposed to go in in two weeks to testify."

"And?"

Casey looked at him with a blank expression at first, then told him, "He took a plea deal."

"That's...that's great," Kelly was mildly shocked by this revelation, "but, what does it mean?"

"They used a lot of legal jargon to break down all the different counts he was facing...what it boils down to is he's going to be in prison for the next 25 years for all the pictures he took and put online, especially for everybody in the gym who was underage."

"Yeah."

"And when he finally gets out, he'll have to register as a sex offender," Casey said.

Kelly grinned, "That's great, buddy."

A small smirk finally showed through as Casey said, "Kind of ironic, that son of a bitch didn't have any qualms about ruining the lives of everybody who used that gym...and now because of it he directly ruined his own life. Not exactly a happy ending, but I'll take it."

"How do you feel about all this?" Kelly asked.

Casey looked at him and opened his mouth to answer, but stopped, then answered, "Pretty damn good."

"I'm glad to hear it."