Gabby's POV

I wasn't sure what taking Naia so long. I had a plate of cheese and crackers on the table and she still hadn't come so I got up and went to go and find out what was going on.

"Naia?" I saw her in her room holding something.

When she heard me, she quickly stuffs whatever she was holding up her sleeve and tries to act casual.

"What was that?" I asked her. Naia mumbled something but I didn't quite hear it. "Naia, just show me."

Reluctantly and as slowly as possible, she pulls out the piece of paper from her sleeve and hands it to me.

It didn't take me very long to read what was on it and when I did, I gasped, feeling like all the air had just been drained from my lungs.

"Matt!" I called and moments later Matt walked in.

"Another note?" He asked concerned when he saw what I was holding.

I nodded and handed him the note. It was disgusting that somebody would want to hurt a little girl, especially one who has been through what Naia's been through. Why would someone even want to hurt Naia? What did she do to them?

"It's all my fault that they're dead," Naia whispered, clearly distraught. "If I had stayed with Ellie in our room that morning instead of running out to the firehouse, none of this would be happening. I should have just stayed put."

I pulled her to sit down next to me on her bed.

"But you would also still be living with those people. Shane, Thomas and Ellie would have never gotten out of that house. You wouldn't have either if you stayed put. All of you guys would still be living with those monsters if you didn't do anything," I told her honestly.

"They don't deserve to be dead though. As nasty as they were." Naia protested, burying her head into her hands. "Even then, I put Ellie and the boys in danger by leaving that morning. They could have been shot. They could have been the ones dead."

"But they're not," I said.

Naia rubbed her eyes, "No, but the Samuals are."

Matt put a hand on Naia's shoulder, "They brought that onto themselves. Shouldn't have tried to shoot those kids."

He then turned to me, "Should I call Antonio or what?"

"Yeah, call Antonio," I said. "Naia, I have some cheese and crackers on the table when you're ready."

I had a feeling she wanted to be alone so I left her to be, even though it made me worried. Someone was getting into this apartment somehow and leaving threats on Naia's pillow, who knew what was safe anymore.

Not me.

I walked out of the room and to the living room where I found Matt on the phone probably with Antonio.

"It threatened Naia, that's what the note said. No nothing was broken this time." Matt was saying as I sat down on the couch. "Sounds good, thanks."

Matt hung up and sat down next to me. I leaned against him, head on his shoulder, unable to ignore the feeling that we weren't safe here.

"Matt," I said, still debating whether I should tell him how I felt.

"Mhm?" Matt asked, obviously in a daze at the moment.

"Matt, I don't feel safe here anymore," I admitted and Matt wrapped an arm around me.

He sighed, "It's awful, isn't it. I was hoping it would just be a one-time thing. Maybe we can ask Shay and Severide if we can crash with them for a little bit."

"But they only have one extra room, there's three of us now." I pointed out.

Matt nodded, "Yeah but why don't you call Shay first, tell her what happened."

So that's what I did. I picked up my phone and dialled Shay's number.

"Hey, what's up Dawson?" I heard her say when she picked up.

"Shay, somebody left another note on Naia's pillow," I said, jumping right into what happened.

There was a moment of silence before Shay spoke up. "What did it say?"

"Oh, you know, just that Naia was going to be the next to die," I said, feeling a shiver go down my spine as I remembered the note.

It was sickening.

Shay tsked, "Well, all three of you are packing up some stuff and heading down here right now. You're not staying in that apartment."

It was as if she already knew I was going to ask.

"Thanks a million, Shay, I owe you big time." I gushed.

"Don't worry about it, that's what friends are for," Shay told me and hung up. "And what kind of friend would I be if I let you stay in that cursed apartment?"