Hey everyone, here is the next chapter. This story is almost over and once I get this story finished, I'll go back and work on my other fanfic, If You Asked Me Too. I hope you all like this chapter. Don't forget to leave feedback :)

CHAPTER 17

"Do you remember that time when we had to do that Polar Plunge event? That water was so cold." Severide laughed.

"Oh yeah. That was when Foster came back and decided to join in." Brett giggled.

"I remember laughing at Kelly because he got in and stayed for like a minute and got out. I lasted just a few seconds longer than he did." Stella laughed.

"I can't believe it came down to Boden, Casey, and Mouch." Brett said.

"Hey, in all fairness, I had to stay in there longer than Boden. Boden and I had a bet going on and in no way was I going to let the Chief win." Casey joked.

"If I remember correctly, Otis, Herrmann, Cruz, and Kelly were the first ones out." Stella joked.

Everyone started laughing.

"True but I'm surprised that Brett lasted the longest out of us girls." Stella smiled.

"How did you manage to last longer than me?" Severide asked.

"Otis and I had a bet. He said I wouldn't last more than five seconds and I told him that I could last longer than him. So, in true Otis fashion, we made a bet. If I could out last most of the guys plus Stella and Foster, then he would give me $100 but if I lost, I had to give him $100. Just seeing his face was priceless." Brett smiled.

"I have to say, Mouch is the King of the Polar Plunge." Casey joked.

"I don't know how he managed to out do everyone in that, but I'm glad 51 won." Severide joked.

They all laughed some more and continued to tell stories. After dinner, Stella and Brett washed the dishes while Severide and Casey watched TV.

"So, what's the plan for tomorrow?" Stella asked.

"Well, Foster wants us to have a girl's night with her since it's the last time we'll see her before she leaves." Brett said.

"I'll have to check with Kelly, but sounds like a plan." Stella said.

Brett and Stella kept talking while finishing the dishes. Meanwhile, the guys were in the living room watching a replay of a football game that was on earlier.

"Oh come on! The ref should have called that." Severide said.

"It's just a game." Casey joked.

Severide and Casey laughed and then Stella and Brett joined them.

"So, I was thinking." Stella said.

Everyone looked at her.

"And?" Brett asked.

"Who wants to play a good old fashion board game of Monopoly?" Stella laughed.

Everyone laughed and shook their heads.

"What?" Stella asked.

"I don't know about you, but I'm tired. Maybe tomorrow night you, me, and Foster can play Monopoly." Brett said.

"Deal." Stella said.

Stella and Kelly headed to their bedroom, leaving Brett and Casey alone. Casey walked Brett to his bedroom.

"If you need anything, I'll be on the couch. I put out an extra blanket and pillow for you just in case you need it." Casey said.

"Thank you." Brett smiled.

They told each other goodnight and Casey closed the door behind him. As soon as Brett got settled in the bed, her phone rang. It was Voight.

"Hello?" Brett asked.

"Brett, this is Hank Voight. I'm sorry to bother you so late but I want you to know that we caught the guys that vandalized your car. We also caught other gang members who vandalized other cars as well." Voight said.

"Oh, uh, that's great. Um, do I need to do anything?" Brett asked.

"There may be a possibility that you may need to testify that your car was vandalized and all that, but other than that, there's nothing you need to do. I'm sure the D.A. will be in touch with you if he needs you to testify." Voight explained.

"Thanks, Voight." Brett said.

They said their goodbyes and hung up the phone. Brett decided to go into the living room and tell Casey what happened.

"Matt?" Brett asked with a whisper.

"Hey, is everything alright?" Casey asked.

"Yeah, uh, I didn't mean to wake you." Brett said.

"I wasn't asleep. What's up?" Casey asked.

Brett told Casey about the call she received from Voight.

"So, the D.A. will contact you if you need to testify?" Casey asked.

"Yeah." Brett smiled.

"That's good. I knew Voight and the rest of them would catch the guys. Now, you can breathe easier." Casey chuckled.

Brett smiled.

"I'm going back to bed. See you in the morning." Brett said.

"Goodnight." Casey said.

"Goodnight." Brett replied.

Brett went back into Casey's bedroom, closed the door, and went to bed. The next morning, Brett had woke up before everyone else. She made Casey's bed and then headed to the bathroom to take a shower. Casey stirred, hearing the shower. He checked the time on his phone and realized that it was only 6:00 a.m. and that it was Brett in the bathroom. He closed his eyes and tried to go back to sleep. He knew that she couldn't leave without him, Severide, or Stella and was curious about what Brett was doing up so early. The more he tried to go back to sleep, the more he became awake. Suddenly, he heard the bathroom door open and then caught a glimpse of Brett walking out and back towards his bedroom. He got up and stretched and then walked over to his bedroom door and barely knocked on it.

"Come in." Brett said in a soft voice.

"Morning. How did you sleep?" Casey asked.

"Not gonna lie, I think that was one of the best night's sleep I've had in a very long time." Brett said.

Casey chuckled.

"Really? Why is that?" Casey asked curiously.

"I don't know. I haven't figured that out yet." Brett joked.

Brett brushed her hair and Casey watched her for a minute before he turned to walk away.

"Do you need in here? I can go in the living room if needed." Brett commented.

"Oh, that's ok. I just needed to get a change of clothes so I can get a shower." Casey said.

"Oh, let me get out of your way." Brett said.

Brett got up to leave and Casey gently grabbed her arm. The closeness between them was felt through their bodies. They stood there, just looking into each other's eyes for a minute.

"You don't have to leave." Casey quietly said as he released Brett's arm.

Before Brett could say anything, they both heard Stella and Severide.

"Casey! Brett!" Stella called out.

Brett and Casey came out of the bedroom and Stella and Severide took notice.

"What were you two up too?" Severide teased.

"Oh, nothing. Brett was telling me about the call she got from Voight last night after we went to bed." Casey lied.

Technically, it wasn't lie, Casey just left out the part about Brett telling him last night instead of this morning.

"What did Voight say?" Severide asked.

"He said that they got the guys who did this and that I may need to testify, although, I'm not sure what good that will do since I didn't see anything." Brett said.

"If you testify, they probably just want you to confirm that it was your car and that you saw it was vandalized." Stella said.

"Probably, but there's also a chance that I don't have to testify." Brett said.

"That's good." Stella replied.

"I'm gonna get a shower. Does anyone need in the bathroom before I take a shower?" Casey asked.

"I'm good." Severide said.

"Me too." Stella replied.

Casey headed into the bathroom to take a shower. Severide made breakfast as Stella and Brett talked on the couch.

"So, you and Casey seemed to be a little chummy this morning." Stella teased.

"It's not like that. I was telling him about Voight." Brett said.

Stella gave her a look.

"Sure you were." Stella joked.

"Breakfast is ready!" Severide called out.

Stella, Brett, and Severide grabbed a plate and filled it with food. Casey came out from the bathroom after his shower and took his dirty clothes to put in his hamper in his bedroom and then grabbed a plate from the kitchen. He filled his plate full of food and then joined Brett, Stella, and Severide in the living room.

"So Casey, what's your plans for today?" Stella asked.

"Oh, I'm just going over to Mr. Larson's house to check on him." Casey said.

"That sounds like a good idea. Mind if I come?" Brett asked.

"Sure." Casey replied.

Stella and Severide gave each other knowing looks before excusing themselves. They put their dishes in the kitchen sink and then went back to their bedroom, leaving Brett and Casey alone.

"So, when are you going to see Mr. Larson?" Brett asked.

"I was actually going to get ready to leave." Casey smiled.

"Alright. Uh, let me get my things and I'll meet you at your truck." Brett softly said.

"Alright." Casey said as he headed out the door.

Brett went into Casey's room, grabbed her things, and then left the apartment to meet Casey at his truck.

"Ready?" Casey asked.

"Yep." Bret replied.

They got into the truck and headed to Mr. Larson's house. After they arrived at Mr. Larson's, they got out of the truck and it was strange that Mr. Larson wasn't waiting on them. If he was expecting one of them or both of them, he usually greeted them by the door with his cat, Dusty. Casey knocked on the door and even rang the doorbell but no answer. Casey tried again and still, there was no answer. Casey checked the door to see if it was open and was surprised that it was unlocked. He and Brett went inside and found Mr. Larson on the floor. Brett went into paramedic mode immediately and checked his pulse and his breathing.

"Call 911! He's barely breathing!" Brett yelled.

Casey made the call and Brett tried to use her training and experience to save Mr. Larson. Within about ten minutes, the paramedics arrived.

"Hey Brett, what's going on?" one of the paramedics from another shift at 51 asked.

"Mr. Larson is barely breathing. He keeps losing consciousness. I'm not sure what is wrong, but he's struggling with his breathing. Casey and I found him on the floor." Brett said.

"We got it from here." the paramedic replied.

The two paramedics from 51 that worked a different shift from Brett and Casey took Mr. Larson to Chicago Med. Casey wanted to go to Med but Brett wanted to check on Dusty first.

"Dusty! Here kitty!" Brett called out.

Dusty came running into the living room as soon as he heard Brett call for him. She picked him up and gave him a little bit of attention and then checked to make sure that he had some food and water. After, she and Casey left and headed to Med to check on Mr. Larson.