Matt's POV

The rest of the drive back to the firehouse was done in complete silence. Even the chatter in the back had stopped. Otis pulled the truck into the garage everyone hopped out before making our way into the common room where it was also completely silent.

"Is everything all right?" I ask.

It was strange for everybody to be this quiet. Usually, there was too much noise. As there should since there was always something going on, whether it be a card game or a friendly debate on a useless topic.

"Yeah..." Gabby says, looking me in the eye.

Herrmann looks over at the T.V. and sighs.

"Awful isn't it." He says. This caused everybody else to look over at the T.V. to watch the story that was being told on the news. "Some lady was fostering kids only for the money. The poor kids were malnourished and underweight."

For some odd reason, this made me think about the girl we saw, who was walking down the street.

"Is everything okay?"

It was Gabby's turn to ask me.

"Yeah," I nodded, though my voice didn't really match my answer.

Stella raised an eyebrow, "Are you thinking about the girl too?"

"What girl?" Brett and Gabby asked simultaneously.

"There was this girl walking down the street," Stella answered them before I could, "She was probably what, nine or ten?"

I nodded, "Yeah, looked like it."

Gabby looked confused, "So what's making you think of her?"

"I don't know," I replied honestly, running a hand through my hair, "Just something about her seemed off."

"What do you mean just something?" Otis asked, "She had a hood on and when you asked if she needed a ride, she just took off."

"What do you think she's up to?" Shay seemed intrigued now. "Did she rob a place or something?"

I shook my head, realizing that we had made it sound like she had committed some sort of crime.

"No," I said, "She looked scared, but not like the scared that she's going to be caught scared."

"It was more like she was scared of something," Otis added.

"Do you think she's in trouble?" Gabby asked me, concerned, "Like in a crisis or something?"

I sighed, "I don't know."

We left it at that.

Next shift, Severide and I were cleaning the trucks while Brett and Gabby watched, occasionally throwing a playful insult or joke.

"You missed a spot, Severide," Brett teased and Severide threw the wet cloth at her, making us laugh while Brett jumped back.

At that moment, I looked past the driveway and saw a figure peeking out from behind the tree. I then realized that the figure was actually the girl from the other day who I had spotted on our way back from filling up the truck.

"That's her. The one from the other day." I said, nodding my head towards her. The girl seemed to have picked up that she was noticed because she started to run.

"Hey!" Severide yelled and the girl froze.

She looked at us like a deer caught in headlights.

"You wanna come and see the firetrucks?" Severide asked.

The girl didn't move. For a second, I thought maybe she didn't hear but then she slowly nodded.

I smiled, "Come on, we'll show you around the house!"

The girl started walking towards us, as she got closer, I noticed a fading bruise on her cheek and another one on her jawline, though it was much fresher. If I wasn't worried before about her, I was now.

"I'm Kelly, but everybody calls me Severide, the blond guy over there is Matt Casey, Brett's the one with the braid and Dawson's the funny looking one," Severide said with a smirk.

Gabby gave Severide one of her "really?" looks before looking back at the girl.

"I'm Gabby Dawson, what's your name?" She asked.

The girl mumbled something but I couldn't quite pick up the name. I looked around at the others and they also had confused expressions.

"Is it Mya?" Brett asked uncertainly.

The girl nodded but she also shrugged which made her message less clear.

"So Mya, do you like firetrucks?" I asked. We started to lead her to the half washed firetrucks.

Mya nodded.

"Feel free to touch the truck if you want," Severide said as Mya walked along the side of the truck. She extended her fingers and ran them alongside the red truck.

"Why don't you get on the truck? I'm sure Severide would be glad to show you the inside of the truck and maybe Brett can show you the ambo after," Gabby said and Severide helped Mya into the truck.

Gabby and I took this as our opportunity to talk. We went to the kitchen and sat down.

"What's your suspicion?" I asked Gabby

She shrugged my shoulders, "I don't know. She could just be shy, but that bruise is just making me uneasy. I'm probably just overthinking things."

"Should we try to talk to her?" I asked and Gabby shrugged again.

"We could try to," She said and we got up and went back out to the apparatus floor.

"Just in time Dawson, Severide and I were just going to show Mya around 51. Why don't we take her instead," Brett told Gabby as we walked out, "And then Severide and Casey can finish washing the trucks.

I looked over at Gabby who nodded.

"Sure, the trucks better be clean though," She said and pointed a finger at me.

"Yes Ma'am," I smiled and the girls walked off with Mya.

Severide snorted as I picked up a wet rag.

"What?" I raised an eyebrow.

"She's got you wrapped around her finger," Severide grinned.

"Just like how Stella has you wrapped around her finger," I replied and grinned back at Severide.