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Chapter 2

New Year's Eve 2015

"Sure you don't want to take a nap with me?" Jeff asked giving Cailin a heated look as she finally finished cleaning up from all the Christmas festivities.

Cailin felt a flush grow throughout her body and her heart rate speed up as he pulled her toward him, moving them both closer to the hallway. She reluctantly wriggled out of his grasp. "I am pretty sure if I join you no actual napping will take place, cowboy," she said.

"Is that such a bad thing?" Jeff attempted to protest, but his yawn belied him, the past twenty-four hours having taken their toll.

There hadn't been a lot of downtime at the clinic, at least if the four times reheated and finally discarded Christmas dinner was any indication.

Cally shook her head, pointing towards the guest room, "go, sleep, NOW! I gotta swing by the district and then I need to make something to bring Molly's tonight. You are still coming, right?

He looked slight dejected, even though he knew he needed to crash out and that Cally would have things to do. "Fine, fine, I'll nap. Then I'll tackle the plumbing mess. But maybe you should just buy something to bring tonight?" he said, his voice teasingly hopeful for some alone time with his wife. " Or there's always leftovers," Jeff said, opening the fridge and gesturing.

"Shay said if anyone brought leftovers they would end up wearing them."

A small bark of laughter escaped his lips, that sounded like Shay. He knew paramedics hated the holidays even more than the rest of them, he was pretty sure 61 had been parked in the bay for all of twenty minutes the entirety of last shift. "I'm sure she means it. I'll see you tonight, then."

"See you around, Clarke," she said with a wink, inching toward the door before she changed her mind, knowing he needed sleep.

His arm snapped out quickly, pulling Cailin towards him and landing one more heated kiss on her, breaking off with a grin as a moan sounded low in her throat. "Offer still stands for a nap, babe."

As happened too often, her phone started buzzing, her moan becoming a groan. "Sorry, gonna have to take a raincheck. Good luck with the plumbing. Love you, Jeff."

"For always, Cal," he called, shaking his head as his wife whirled out the door.

"You can't go like that, Aunt Cally, it's New Year's Eve!" Hayley protested as Erin and Cailin readied themselves to head to Molly's, the college freshman interning at the police station over her break, even though Platt saw no use for a "social media intern."

Cailin looked down at her henley and jeans, wondering what was wrong with what she was wearing. "Jesus, not you too, Hales, aren't Shay and Gabby enough?" she grumbled.

"Obvi not," Hayley replied with an eye roll, "every time I see you, you're either dressed like my mom or like Allen."

"I'm a cop, Hayley and unlike what you might see on television, I can't really be a fashion plate while chasing bad guys. Back me up, would you, Er?" Cally said, looking desperately at her friend. Erin simply raised an eyebrow and despite also being clad in similar comfortable attire flashed a hint of her dimple before saying, "I don't know, she might have a point."

"Yeah, well we are already running late, so I don't have time to go home and change."

"No worries, I have like half my closet in my car!" Hayley chirped, already making for the door.

"I am too old to wear your clothes!" Cailin called out to the already empty air.

"Isn't it nice she had something for both of us?" Cally replied as they walked into Molly's, not even attempting to hide her smirk as Erin tried to tug down the hem of the top Hayley had talked her into wearing.

"Shove it, Callahan," Erin grumbled, knowing she had walked right into it.

Cailin's blue eyes sparkled somewhat mischievously as she remarked, "at least you got to wear a bra with that doily, Lindsay!"

She took back all her misgivings as soon as Jeff helped her out of her leather jacket and she saw his eyes darken with lust. "That new?" he croaked out taking in the nearly backless chiffon shirt.

"Hayley's," she replied, torn between enjoying his admiration and wanting to put her jacket back on.

He nodded, handing her a drink and leaning in to whisper, "she ain't getting it back."

Goosebumps rose on her skin, and not just from the surface area exposed, which made Jeff smirk and pull her in for a long kiss.

"Could you two stop sucking face for one minute," Shay said, coming up behind them and giving Cailin a once over. "Did you go shopping without me?"

"No!" Cally said reaching for her jacket, regretting letting her niece bully her into changing.

Shay and Clarke both got to the jacket before she did, exchanging a glance and a laugh. "I'm just going to go hide this for both of our enjoyments," she said with a sunny smile, kissing them each on the cheek before disappearing to the storeroom with Cally's coat.

"It is a good thing I love you both," Cailin said, draining her drink and surveying the room.

Molly's had been filled with anyone and everyone considered a friend of 51. Hermann had hoped for more of the general public, and was grumbling in the corner.

Cally took in all the familiar faces, realizing how long it had been since she had seen some of them, knowing that some of it had been an act of self-preservation. Each monthly reminder a deep cutting disappointment that kept her away from the happy little families of 51. It had been enough for her to keep showing up at Callahan family dinners, Anna's ever expanding stomach a dagger in her heart.

She shook it off, accepting another drink from the returning Shay, forcing herself to make the rounds.

Noticing Donna happily chatting away with Cindy about developmental stages and the best pre-schools, she rapidly changed direction with a mere wave to where Sylvie, Chili and Gabby were doing their best to put a dent in a bottle of tequila.

The trio greeted her heartily, Chili holding up the bottle. "Yes, please, all the drinks," she replied. She spent more than a little time at their high-top, the drink and company both a welcome oasis from her niggling doubts and envy.

Cally was happy to see Gabby with a smile on her face that seemed genuine, knowing the woman had been under pressure with relief chief Patterson, who wasn't nearly as forgiving with her charge ahead attitude as Boden had been, while still dealing with the fallout from her baby that wasn't.

Speaking of which, Cally looked around, finally spying Matt at the end of the bar, his focus more on the television in front of him than the game of quarters the rest of truck plus Capp and Tony were embroiled in.

She sauntered up to the other side of her first friend. "You got money on this, Matty?" she asked gesturing up at the screen.

"What?" he said, shaking his head as if just waking up. "Oh, this, no."

Noticing that Shay and Holly had just vacated their booth to dance, she asked Otis for a pitcher of beer and dragged Matt over to the relative slice of privacy. "Spill," she ordered, pouring them each a pint.

"It's nothing," he said with a shrug, but he cleared half the beer in one swallow. He saw the look in her eyes, heels dug in, knowing he was going to have to tell her something.

"Gabs spent Christmas with her family," he admitted.

Cally cocked an eyebrow, this seemed reasonable enough to her, it was a miracle the woman hadn't been forced to work every holiday after her dust ups with Patterson. "And?" she prodded.

He let out a sigh, playing with a coaster, topping off both of their drinks. "She didn't ask me to come with her."

"Because you were working?" she suggested.

He shook his head, another long swallow, another top up. "I think it was more than that. Things just haven't been the same since…you know."

"Since she almost died miscarrying your child," she spat out knowing it was fueled by alcohol and jealousy. "Sorry, Matt, apparently I'm set to bitch mode."

Matt snorted, "no, you're right, it has been a lot. It's just I was ready to marry her last year and would marry her tomorrow, but every time I bring it up, she shuts down."

Cally let out a sigh. "You are going to have to give her time, Matty, she is dealing with a lot of fear and grief. But I know you, and I know her, and one day you are going to make one hell of a husband and father."

"Thanks, he replied before pausing, "you really think I am going to be a good dad?" His eyes were heavy with the weight of his own horrible father.

Cally moved to his side of the booth, pulling him in for a big hug. "Matt, I don't think, I know. You've wanted this forever and if Cruz and Hermann can do a bang up job, how hard can it really be?"

"Love you, Cal," he said, returning the hug even more fiercely, desperately hoping she was right.

"Clarke sure knows how to pick 'em, another one stepping out on him," Patterson said, catching sight of the hug in the booth.

"Shut it, Dallas," Severide warned at the man's offhanded comment. He was glad to be back as leader of Squad, but he wasn't good dealing with this schmuck's mouth. Boden needed to get cleared already. He glanced up, hoping Clarke hadn't heard, knowing it wouldn't be good form for a former Lieutenant and future doctor to lay out someone he would most likely be crossing paths with in the future.

"I'm just saying, Casey calls of his wedding and knocking Dawson up didn't stick-"

"If you don't quit flapping your lips, I will superglue them together," Hermann said, leaning over the bar, having caught wind of what was happening.

Kelly narrowed his eyes, feeling protective of all of his friends. "Callahan and Casey have been friends since they were in diapers, so drop it. Not to mention Cal is one of the most fiercely loyal people I have ever met. So listen to both me and Hermann or I will let Detective Lindsey shoot you like she has wanted to do since the day she first met you."

Clarke's figure moved quickly and stealthily from behind Severide, appearing at Patterson's side, towering over the man on his barstool. "There a problem here, gentlemen?" he asked, his eyes flashing and looking far more like a Marine intent on destruction than a healer.

"Not at all," Patterson choked out his eyes as big as saucers.

"Then maybe it is time for you to go," Clarke suggested, cocking his head toward the door.

All three men stared as Patterson complied, shaking their heads sadly, not realizing another man had been watching as well.

"Nice work, Clarke, Med school taught you to keep your cool. We miss you at 51," Boden said, clapping a hand on Clarke's shoulders, proud at how far the man had come.

"While I know this is the right path, I gotta say I miss it too some days, Chief," Clarke admitted.

"Here, here, to the old guard," Hermann said, pouring them all drinks and raising his glass.

"Now I'll let you young ones get back to it, I am going to take my beautiful wife home and kiss my son goodnight," Boden said with a smile.

Kelly leaned in to whisper at Jeff, "tell anyone this and I'll kill you, but that sounds better than hanging out here." He looked wistfully over to where Erin was, having joined Holly and Shay on the dance floor; Cally, Sylvie and Gabby rapidly following suit. He still wasn't sure what was happening with her and Halstead, but she seemed far less cool to him over the past few months.

"Secret is safe with me," Jeff replied, thinking he very much couldn't wait to get his beautiful wife home.

Clarke walked up where Cally was, her arms thrown over Erin and Shay's shoulders, all three women crooning along with whatever song was playing. "Callahan, are you drunk?" he asked with a smirk.

"Why, you want to take advantage of her?" Shay teased, waggling her eyebrows. Erin tossing her head back in a full, husky, belly laugh.

"No, Leslie, I do not plan on taking advantage of her," he replied, realizing all three women were more than a little tipsy. "Can I then?" she teased.

Holly swooped in. "And that's enough for you, beautiful," Holly said, gently pulling Shay away, her arm's immediately going around the redhead's shoulders.

"Dr. Thelan, you are no fun. Nope. Wait, yes you are," she said, hiccuping slightly.

"Think we'll take some water, Christopher," Holly said, moving them over to the bar.

"A tiny bit tipsy, maybe," Cailin admitted, glancing over at Erin who was clumsily trying to get Kelly to dance, Jay still conspicuously absent. "I think they needed tonight, what do you think?" she said, gesturing at Gabby and Matt finally in sync on the dance floor, lost in each other.

Jeff's smirk grew to a smile as he pulled her closer to him, his fingers moving from her waist to brushing her skin just underneath the flimsy fabric. He leaned down, dropping his voice low, its timber nearly making Cally forget they were still in public. "I think we all did, now how about we go ring in the New Year at home, alone" he said, his eyes darkening with each word.

She made a strangled noise, "best New Year's plan ever. Why don't you take care of our tab while I find where Shay hid my jacket."

As soon as the door shut behind them, jackets and boots were shed and lips greedily met lips. Jeff's fingers found the hem of her shirt again, brushing underneath, not stopped by being in public this time; confirming what he had suspected the entire night as his thumbs grazed the underside of her bare breasts. Cally let out a moan as his hands cupped her, only breaking off their kiss because she was feeling lightheaded.

"Hayley is definitely not getting the shirt back," she breathed out.

"Good," he replied, practically tearing it from her torso, pulling her back to him forcefully.

She briefly thought it was a good thing it was sweater-weather, as his mouth made its way from her neck down her chest, his teeth leaving a gentle trail of marks along the way. His hands followed, as if memorizing the planes of her skin, his fingers dipping into the waistband of her jeans, making quick work of unbuttoning them, really wishing she had taken him up on the offer of a nap when he saw the blue lace they had been concealing.

"Thought you weren't taking advantage," she chocked out, reflexively moving so he could easily slip her jeans over her hips and slide them to the floor.

"I'm not," Jeff growled, already thinking the bedroom was far too far away, thankful they had closed the blinds.

Thought was beyond him as Cally's mouth met his, open and hot, her tongue dancing with his own as her nearly naked form pressed against his, her hands running up and down the muscles of his back, pausing only to gently massage the spot where he normally held tension, not that he was feeling anything of the sort currently.

"Really, because I'm almost naked and you're fully clothed, seems like an unfair advantage to me," she said when she removed her mouth from his, though she punctuated her words by raking her nails down his back before sliding his shirt up over his head.

"What are you going to do about it, Callahan?" he challenged, though she was already making quick work of unbuttoning his jeans, with her teeth. A growl caught in the back of his throat as she worked his jeans down his legs, her hands quickly making their way back up and over him. "Cailin," he managed to get out as her hands worked magic over the length of him. He caught her wrists, not liking the flash it brought to her eyes. He quickly explained, "babe, I already knew getting to the bedroom was out of the question, can we try to make it to the couch?"

They did, barely, and finally to the bedroom, more than making up for the not napping earlier, both of them needing to work out their holidays apart and the feelings that had been stirred up over the course of their night at Molly's.

Cally had missed it but Clarke too had gotten more than his fair share of dispatches from happy little family land from Boden, Hermann, hell even Tony, who rarely talked about his family whipped out that freaking sonogram and Severide had practically turned into Shay cooing over the damn thing. Not to mention Patterson running his mouth. This on the heels of a far too long shift with too many easily avoidable injuries had him more than a little pent up. Of course he would have been just as eager to get Cally home without all of that once he saw her enter Molly's with that scrap of fabric she was calling a shirt and that mischievous sparkle in her eye.

One that she still wore when later as they lay tangled and breathless in bed, lifting her head off of his chest and giving him a look. "I'm trying to figure out if I should not nap with you more or less often, cowboy," she quipped.

"Only one way to find out," he replied, deftly flipping her on her back and covering her mouth and body with his own, their groans of pleasure turning on a dime as Cally's phone let out the ringtone of her boss.