Three months pass, Firehouse 51 adopts a stray, and Team SVU gets quite the fish to fry. Also, Will's character biography at the end!

Will Halstead

"Honestly, with how we've tried to use up our time while we've been off, it's a miracle you haven't been in here for any time other than when you broke this," Will remarked as he examined Sylvie's arm.

"Please," Sylvie rolled her eyes. "I would end up here if I was with Jay. Or if you were with Jay."

Will frowned, tilting his head. "My brother isn't that much of a trouble magnet."

Sylvie snorted loudly. "Our brother is totally that much trouble. It's even worse when the two of you are together."

"Hey!" Will complained.

Sylvie gave him an annoyed look. "Bekker," she deadpanned.

Will grimaced. "Yeah, not my best day. In my defense, I had a pneumothorax."

"That is your only defense," Sylvie sniffed. "Now, can you clear me already?"

Will huffed. "Bossy," he muttered, but he carefully took the brace off her arm. "It's hard to believe you've had this for three months."

"Three months, yesterday," Sylvie nodded.

"OK," Will put the brace to the side. "Roll your wrist for me." Sylvie obeyed. "Any pain?"

"None," Sylvie shook her head.

"OK, make a fist." Sylvie curled her fingers into one. "Open. Again. Any pain at all?"

"Nothing," Sylvie grinned widely.

"Excellent," Will grinned. "I can confirm you don't need this at all," he waved the brace at her. "So, all you need to do now is soak your arm in warm water twenty minutes a day for the next two weeks, and start some light exercises and build that resistance daily. Light," he gave her a small glare.

"I know," Sylvie hopped off the bed. "I've had a broken arm before, Will."

He sighed. "Humor your big brother, will you?"

Sylvie smiled, putting her hand on his shoulder. "I'll be careful if you will."

"Deal," Will agreed, cupping the back of her head and leaning his forehead against hers. "Jay can be the crazy one of us in Chicago."

Sylvie giggled, closing her eyes, feeling her brother wrap his thoughts around hers. "Isn't he always?"

Will chuckled, kissing her forehead. "Go. Have a good shift at the firehouse."

"Thank you," Sylvie kissed his cheek.

He opened the door for her, and she stepped out of the room. "All yours, Captain," Will announced.

"Well?" Matt asked expectantly, smiling as he pushed off the wall he'd been leaning against.

Sylvie grinned, holding up both arms. "Good as new!"

"That's great!" Matt brightened, giving her a hug and smiling into her neck when she gave him a full Sylvie hug, now that one of her arms wasn't broken. Oh, he had missed her hugs. "And cleared for duty?"

"I recommend telling Foster she needs to do heavy lifting," Will said as he walked out of the room, checking his clipboard for what to do next. "But as long as Sylvie keeps her exercise light, Firehouse 51 can have its PIC back."

"And the girls will rejoice," Matt said dryly, making Sylvie laugh and Will smirk. "Thank you for everything you've done, Will."

"Oh, anything for Chicago's finest," Will waved his thanks away. "Besides, Sylvie's like my little sister. Annoying little sister, but little sister."

"Will!" Sylvie protested.

Matt just laughed, putting his arm around her waist. "Have a good shift, Will."

"Thanks," Will nodded. "You guys, too."

Sylvie Brett

"You know, I don't think I ever asked," Matt said suddenly as he and Sylvie got into his truck. "What did you do in New York when you weren't working on your shields?"

"Well, there wasn't a time I wasn't working on them," Sylvie explained as she buckled her seat belt and Matt pulled out of the lot. "Yes, there were times I was at the hotel specifically working through all the emotions around me, but I also made sure to get around the city so I wasn't feeling the same people in the hotel the entire time."

"Sounds like you were busy, in that case."

Sylvie smiled. "It's a good busy. Especially when I ran into some of New York's finest."

"Really?" Matt smiled. "Anyone the firehouse would know, by any chance?"

Sylvie smirked. "Well, maybe . . . "

Olivia Benson

"We find the defendant guilty."

The sentencing and bang of the judge's gavel never failed to make Olivia smile in satisfaction, especially when the jury went in their favor. She and Fin stood from their seats to watch the security officers lead their newest convicted criminal out of the courtroom. "We're on a roll, aren't we?" Fin smirked.

"It's a good feeling," Olivia nodded, heading towards the front of the courtroom.

"Getting the feeling we shouldn't get used to it."

"Maybe not," Olivia conceded. "But it's great while it lasts."

"Not arguing there, Liv."

The girl who had been on the prosecution side of the courtroom bounded around the desk, a wide smile on her face. "Thank you, Lieutenant," she said with teary eyes. "Thank you so much."

"You're very welcome, Lisa," Olivia smiled kindly at her, then at her parents. "If there's anything that comes up, please let us know."

"We will," Lisa's mother nodded.

Olivia stepped back to watch Fin escort the family out, then she smirked at the attorney still packing up. "How many wins is that in your records now?" she asked.

"Far more than there are losses, I can tell you that," Peter smirked back, picking up his briefcase and walking with her out of the courthouse.

"I sure hope so," Olivia snorted. "My squad only takes the best attorneys."

Peter grinned smugly. "And I only work with the best squads."

Olivia laughed. "Well, I guess we're stuck with each other."

"What a shame we hate each other, right?"

Fin muttered something ahead of them, and Olivia raised an eyebrow. "What was that, Sergeant?"

"Nothing," he replied innocently.

Olivia rolled her eyes, then looked through her pockets when her phone rang. She checked the Caller ID, then answered. "Benson."

"Lieu." Sonny's voice sounded extremely tense. "We got a new case. We need you back at the district, now."

Olivia headed towards Fin immediately. "What are we looking at?"

"Something big. I have a bad feeling about this one."

Olivia frowned uneasily. "How big?"

Matt Casey

" . . . which leaves window duties."

The collective groan from inside the briefing room made Matt and Sylvie stop in the hallway, and Matt winked at Sylvie. "Give them a surprise?" he asked softly.

She nodded eagerly, tucking herself behind the doorframe. "All right, all right, calm down," Boden looked around. "Second shift drew the short straw. I don't care how you do it, just get it done. Front, back, and the apparatus floor." Matt stepped in through the door, and Boden nodded in greeting to him. "Casey, Severide, Herrmann, you decide how to parse it out." The three commanding officers nodded in agreement. "And lastly," Boden looked at Cruz. "Joe Cruz, it has come to my attention that you've been raising money for the Future Leaders Fund."

Cruz blinked, then cleared his throat and nodded. "Uh, yeah. Um, it's a . . . um, nonprofit that raises money for scholarships. They'll have a fundraiser next weekend on the North Shore."

Boden hummed. "Consider me signed up."

"Me, too," Mouch agreed.

Cruz smiled. "Yeah, I'll post the information on the bulletin board."

"Right," Boden smiled back. "OK, so if that is everything . . . ?"

"I have something, Chief," Matt raised his hand. Boden gestured for him to take the floor, and Matt grinned. "So a stray wandered into Chicago Med this morning, and Dr. Halstead thinks she belongs to us?"

Sylvie peeked around him, grinning widely. "Surprise!"

The room erupted in cheers, and Emily rocketed from her chair to tackle her friend in a hug. "Finally!" she cheered. "No more useless floaters!"

Sylvie giggled maniacally, somehow managing to wriggle in Emily's hug to wrap an arm around Stella when the other girl hugged her from the other side. "Careful!"

"Welcome back, Sylvie," Herrmann smiled warmly.

"51 hasn't been the same without you," Kelly grinned.

"It's good to be back," Sylvie beamed at him.

"All right," Boden smiled. "If that is officially everything . . . dismissed!"

"I'll start inventory," Emily volunteered.

"OK," Sylvie nodded, giving her friends one last hug before they left.

"Actually, Sylvie," Boden stepped forward. "And you two," he added to Matt and Kelly. "Come and see me in my office?"

"Yeah," Sylvie nodded.

"You got it, Chief," Matt agreed.

Olivia Benson

Sonny was waiting for the two with an officer when Olivia and Fin returned to the district. "Hey," Olivia nodded to Sonny, then turned her attention to the officer. "You drove the victim over from the 11?"

He nodded, pulling out his notebook to report. "Pilar Reyes," he said. "Says she was assaulted by some media bigwig, and my sergeant told me after the Weinstein mess not to put his name on the radio."

Olivia grimaced; now she knew what Sonny meant by big. "Thank you. What's his name?"

"His name's Sir Tobias," the officer frowned. "Tobias . . . "

Amanda, who had just walked up to join them, halted in her tracks, eyes wide. "Sir Tobias Moore?" The officer nodded, and Amanda swallowed. "From Picflix, he just moved to New York ahead of Brexit."

"The girl was crying so hard in the car, I thought I might have to take her to the hospital," the officer said.

Olivia Benson

"He sent his assistant home," Pilar sniffled, her voice wavering as she talked to Olivia. "It was just us. He said he wanted to tape me." She shook her head, lips trembling. "I'm so stupid! I should have just left!"

"No, that's not stupid, Pilar," Olivia shook her head. "He's a very powerful man."

Amanda nodded in agreement, and Pilar gulped. "He poured me a few drinks. He said I needed to relax, and then . . . he made me take my blouse off."

"Made you?" Amanda repeated.

"He yelled at me," Pilar nodded. "So I did what he said, and right away, his hands were all over me. I said no, but he got angry, and he pushed me on the couch. And he took out his, um . . . his . . . his thing, and he said, 'Come on, you're a . . . you're a big girl.' And I kicked him."

Olivia raised an eyebrow. "And he let you go?" she asked.

Pilar shook her head. "He blocked my way, and he forced me to watch him while he . . . while he finished. All over the couch, the lampshade . . . " She shook her head, then uttered something in Spanish that didn't sound kind at all.

Olivia Benson

Ever since Peter had told her about his decision to remain in New York and stay the attorney for her team, Olivia had found herself thanking Sylvie multiple times in her head for whatever she had said that made him stay.

As the new Bureau Chief, Vanessa Hadid, balked at the name she and Chief Dodds brought to her, she found herself thanking the blonde paramedic once again, because all Peter did was settle into business mode, though he did sigh and pinch the bridge of his nose. Olivia already mentally made a note to buy him drinks after this case. "Sir Tobias Moore?" Hadid repeated faintly. "My first month? You couldn't bring me a subway groper?"

"Welcome to the big top, counselor," Dodds quipped.

Hadid took a deep breath. "This story hasn't leaked yet?"

Dodds shook her head, but pointed out, "The longer we wait . . . "

Hadid conceded with a nod. "The girl? She's credible?"

"Very," Olivia confirmed. "Her name is Pilar Reyes. She's twenty, naïve. She came up from Venezuela. She disclosed immediately after she was assaulted."

"No witnesses?" Peter asked.

"No," she shook her head. "He made sure that the office was empty."

"So not his first audition."

"Unlikely," Olivia agreed. "But we're doing due diligence."

"We need warrants for the screen test, his couch, his whole office," Dodds said.

Peter was nodding, but Hadid scowled. "Hang on. We do that, he's gonna lawyer up, faster than you can say DSK. Work the case a little more, vet Pilar."

Olivia scowled. "She's not making this up, Counselor."

"I didn't say she was," Hadid raised an eyebrow. "But he will." She turned to Peter, nodding to him. "Mr. Stone will be the riding ADA on this. Keep him involved every step of the way."

Olivia had hoped that was how it would go, but it was still a relief to hear her say that. Judging by the look on Peter's face, he thought the same.

Olivia Benson

"Thanks, Fin," Olivia said into her phone as she returned to Dodds. "And take Rollins with you." She hung up and looked at Dodds when he greeted her. "OK, so . . . the new bureau chief, Hadid . . . she seem a little reluctant to you?"

"More like astute," Dodds snorted. "This case blows up, it won't touch her."

Olivia sighed. "At least she put Stone on the case. He's basically one of us."

Dodds raised an eyebrow. "He works here, though."

Olivia refrained from smirking. "He's family."

Sylvie Brett

"So, something I want to keep the three of you abreast of," Boden told the three commanding officers in his office. "The official government report from the mattress factory fire has been further delayed."

"What?" Sylvie's eyes widened.

"What the hell is taking so long?" Kelly groaned in annoyance.

"They have four factory workers dead along with a firefighter," Boden answered. "And there's some noise about disciplinary action."

Kelly did a double take. "Against the CFD?"

"They're asking for clarification in my incident report," Boden sighed. "Sent me a whole bunch of questions."

Matt shook his head in annoyance, and Sylvie squeezed his shoulder comfortingly. Kelly made a helpless gesture, then looked at Boden. "Anything more you need us to do?"

"No," Boden shook his head. "We wait."

Sylvie grumbled. "I did enough of that to come back on the job."

Kelly grinned up at her, and Matt smiled faintly. Boden chuckled at his paramedic, then looked at his truck captain. "So, Casey."

He looked up. "Yes, Chief?"

"How's the search coming for the new firefighter for Truck 81?"

Matt tensed under Sylvie's hand, and she tightened her grip on his shoulder. "I'll know the right fit when I see it," he said.

"It's been three months," Boden reminded him.

"Yeah," Matt nodded. "I promise I'm looking."

Boden gave him a concerned look, then finally nodded. "OK. Thank you."

Matt was the first to stand up and head out the door, and Sylvie quickly followed. After a quick nod to Boden, Kelly was hot on their heels. "You OK?" he asked his best friend.

Matt sighed, rubbing a hand over his face as they headed for the bunks. "They have our reports," he muttered. "they drag these things on at a snail's pace, not seeing or not caring that we have to keep reliving the call."

Kelly shook his head in agreement. "Nothing moves slower through the CFD than paperwork," he said frankly. "It's the first thing I learned at the academy."

"I guess," Matt sighed. "It's just . . . "

He trailed off, and Sylvie discretely slipped her hand in his. She barely flinched when she felt the agony of Otis's lost zip through him, and the guilt he still felt that she had been hurt based on a call he made. "Hey," she whispered, pulling him a to a stop. "Before you know it, the report will be out, it'll be filed, and then it'll be done."

Matt closed his eyes, nodding. "I just want it over, you know?" he said quietly.

"I know," Sylvie nodded, kissing his cheek.

Amanda Rollins

When Amanda and Fin made it to Pilar's apartment, Fin looked around to see suitcases everywhere. "Packing?" he asked. "You going somewhere?"

"My agent said if I don't want trouble, I should get out of town," Pilar said. "I already overstayed my visa."

"You're an NYPD material witness," Amanda told her. "You don't have to worry about any of that."

Fin tilted his head, seeing the gift basket on the floor. "Nice basket," he said, reaching for a note attached to it.

Pilar scoffed in disgust. "It got here right before you did."

Amanda narrowed her eyes, already getting a feeling about who it was from, even before Fin flipped the note open and read what was in it. "Lovely to meet you, hope we get to work together soon. All the best, Sir Toby." He looked up at Pilar. "He left his number. Did you call him?"

"No," she spat. "He makes me sick."

As she mumbled in Spanish, Amanda stepped forward. "Pilar, this means that he's worried," she said. "OK, you could call him, you could . . . you could arrange a meeting. Listen, we would have eyes on you're the entire time."

"I don't want to see him again!" Pilar protested.

Fin shook his head. "Yes, you do."

Sonny Carisi

When Sonny thought about it, there were two types of stakeouts he really enjoyed in his line of work. One was when he was on site in the dark, running a solo op, waiting for just the right moment to strike. With everything on his side, the person he was waiting for never saw him coming.

Then there were missions like this where he was hidden in plain sight, his team usually spread out around him while they were running an op. Just a few feet away, he had eyes on Pilar as she waited for Tobias to return with drinks, a Bluetooth in his ear, watching his phone as though he wasn't blatantly eavesdropping on the conversation occurring. "One white wine, and tickets to the premiere and the VIP party afterwards," Tobias handed what he had to Pilar.

"Who's gonna be there?" Pilar asked.

"VIPs," Tobias grinned. "Everybody." He laughed, then examined her closely. "You . . . you seem a little nervous."

"I am," Pilar nodded. "After . . . what happened."

"What do you mean?" Tobias blinked. "At the audition? No," he chuckled. "Don't be so hard on yourself, hey?"

"Me?" Pilar did a double take.

"Yeah, don't be so hard on yourself. I mean, everybody's nervous the first time. Could . . . could give you another shot at it."

"Another . . . " Pilar trailed off. "Audition, like in your office?"

Tobias nodded. "Well, now you've had time to think about it, and realize what it takes to get the part."

Pilar swallowed. "I guess so."

"Well, that's brilliant!" Tobias smiled. "I've got a suite upstairs with a camera in it. Shall we, hey?"

Pilar nodded in agreement, standing up, and Sonny frowned, peering closer at his phone like he'd read something wrong. "I thought she's supposed to stay in the lounge?" he muttered.

"That's what I told her to do," Fin grumbled from where he and Olivia were watching at the bar.

"What's going to happen to me this time?" Pilar abruptly asked.

Tobias frowned. "Excuse me?"

"Will you force yourself on me again?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Tobias narrowed his eyes. "Force myself on you? Is this some kind of shakedown? Because if it is, it's not gonna work out too well for you."

Olivia Benson

"One call from me, and you'll find your provocative little ass at a detention center in Brooklyn."

Peter grimaced as he listened to the recording being played, and Olivia nodded. "You get the idea."

Peter tapped the button to pause it, then rubbed his temples. "Would've been good to know you were doing a controlled meet."

"Things were moving fast, Counselor," Dodds shrugged.

"The point is, he put himself in the room with her," Olivia said. "He threatened her."

"We've arrested people with a lot less," Amanda pointed out, taking the tablet with the recording back.

Peter nodded in agreement. "Stone, he has a premiere tonight," Olivia leaned on the chair opposite him. "There's gonna be a lot of press."

"Come on, Stone," Fin urged. "We gonna go to the party or we gonna stay home?"

"Unfortunately, with a new bureau chief running the joint, I have to run this by Ms. Hadid first," Peter said. Olivia grimaced, and Peter gave her a look clearly saying he was just as annoyed by the idea as her. "I have to, but trust me, she hears this tape, she's gonna do the right thing, OK?"

Sonny Carisi

Fin was checking his watch what felt like every three seconds, and he finally sighed in annoyance, looking up at his team. "Where the hell's Stone?"

"He'll be here," Amanda assured him.

"Well, there's nothing on TMZ," Sonny held up his phone. "That's a first."

"So I'd had enough of all this doom and gloom," Tobias spoke to the press nearby. "I think everybody had, right? The world seems such a dystopian place. So my wife, the Duchess as I call her here, came up with this brilliant idea. So for our first production since we moved to this side of the pond, we are giving you a remake of your fabulous original Broadway production, 'My Fair Lady,' with a twist!"

There was a commotion nearby, and Sonny turned to see Peter make his way through the press and cameras. "Hey!" he walked over. "Let him through!"

Security finally let him pass, and Olivia sighed in relief. "Counselor, you're cutting it close here."

"Yeah, there's a reason for that," Peter bit out. "Flag on the play, Liv. We're not doing this tonight."

"I called it," Fin huffed.

Olivia's jaw dropped. "Stone, what the hell is going on?"

Peter shook his head, looking just as furious as her. "All I know is word came down from the eighth floor to slow things down."

"'Slow things down,'" Sonny repeated incredulously. He'd heard this before all the time at S.H.I.E.L.D., and it was never a good sign. "What kind of pull does this guy have?"

"I don't know," Olivia shook her head with a scowl. "He's not getting away with this, though."

Sonny silently shook his head in agreement. He had pulled off a hit on Miller when he had seemed untouchable. Surely if things went so far south, he could find a way to snatch Tobias, too.

A/N: He is such a slimy bastard, isn't he? Sonny's gonna have quite the tale to tell his siblings.

Character biography #4 coming up. Here's my favorite ginger doctor!

Will: English, "resolute protector"

Melancholic: thoughtful, sensitive, contemplative

The Server: caring, hospitable, charitable

Type 1, The Reformer: principled, purposeful, self-controlled

ISFJ: The Protector

Ravenclaw: intelligence, knowledgeable, wit

Gemini: the curious, open-minded, communicative

Air: thoughtful, charming, independent

The Upright Magician: willpower, desire, skill, concentration

Archetypes: Devoted to You, The Dreaded, We Help the Helpless, Cover-Blowing Superpower, Calling Card

Chaotic Good: The Rebel

Status: alive

I love how I managed to get all four elements, the first four alignments, and all four Hogwarts houses into the Crowns. It's so much fun.

So the Crowns are out of the way. Which character would y'all like to see next? I've made one for each of the main characters that appear (including the recently deceased Ava), so let me know!

"Sacred Ground" and "I'm Going to Make You a Star" continue next time!