Gabby's POV

I watched as Naia pulled out her homework and immediately started doing a worksheet. We left her alone so she could work in peace and sat down on the couch.

"So how do you feel about this boy?" Sylvie asked with a mischievous look in her eye.

I shrugged, "Honestly, I'm kind of happy. Naia needs to have the life of a normal twelve year old."

"She's not though," Foster said, looking over, "She started her homework without anyone asking."

I chuckled, "Yeah, she has great work ethic."

Firetruck 81, Squad 3, Ambo 61, Ambo 23 building fire at 97 Vineyard Avenue

"We'll be back!" I called out to Naia who looked up and nodded. Brett and I jumped into the Ambo and we were off.

We came back from the call exhausted. Losing victims was always hard, it never got any easier.

"Did you get a lot done?" I asked Naia as I took the seat next to her.

She nodded and pulled out all the work she had finished. I was impressed but not surprised.

"Are you okay?" Naia asked me, her blue eyes flashing concern.

I nodded, rubbing my eyes. "It was a rough call, that's it."

"Did you lose someone?" She asked quietly and I nodded again. We both didn't say anything but she dropped her pencil and leaned into me. I rested my head on her's and rubbed her back.

"It makes you a lot grateful for what you have." I said. "She was so close to making it but then coded en route. I tried doing CPR and shocking her but it didn't work. Maybe I could hav-"

"No you couldn't." Naia said, cutting me off, "You did all that you could. It's not your fault and unless the fire was set on purpose, then it really isn't anybody's fault. Everything that happens is supposed to happen."

I looked at her and she gave me a little smile. "What if you died after that fire? What if Shay couldn't save you?" I whispered. I hated thinking about it but I was curious of Naia's answer.

She shrugged, "Then it was my time go."

I smiled gratefully at Naia and gave her a kiss on the forehead, "How did I get so lucky?"

"I'm asking the same thing." Naia replied.

It was starting to get late, the light was already gone even though it was only 6:30. Jimmy made stir fry for dinner which was delicious and nobody could argue with that.

Severide and his squad were playing Poker. Mouch was snoozing on one of the couches. Otis, Herrmann and Matt were talking about who knows what. Shay, Foster, Stella, Brett and I were trying to get more information about this Nate guy out of Naia.

"So is he in any of your classes?" Shay asked Naia who sighed, clearly unhappy that we were heading back to this topic.

She thought for a moment before answering, "Homeroom, Math, Gym, and History."

"What does he look like?" Foster asked. "Is he cute?"

Naia rolled her eyes but I could tell she was blushing a little bit. "He's blond and has green eyes. Taller than me, but not too tall."

"When are we going to meet him?" Brett asked.

Naia shook her head, "I told you, we're not going anywhere. Nobody wants to be friends with the freak at school."

"You're not a freak." I snapped, "Stop calling yourself that!"

I instantly saw that I had scared her and felt awful.

"Sorry." Naia whispered but I shook my head.

"No, I'm sorry. I just so irritated that your whole life you've been told things like that." I apologized.

Naia gave me a weak smile, "It's okay."

"Is he athletic?" Stella asked, going back to what we were talking about.

Naia shrugged, "I know he was on the football team back in the fall, I see him playing basketball sometimes."

All of us made an "ooooo" sound and Naia face palmed, her face beet red.

"If you ever need any flirting tips, you know who to go to." Shay said, winking at Naia who just shook her head but was smiling.

"I'll keep that in mind." She said.