Hey everyone, here is the new chapter! I hope you all like it! Part of it starts with Season 9 episodes 1 and 2 and will continue since the character of Emily Foster is no longer a part of Firehouse 51. She will still be mentioned and there will be scenes with her but here's my take on Season 9 episodes 1 and 2 and what I felt should have happened. Some things might be the same but it's my take on it and how I felt it should have gone. I hope you all enjoy it! Please leave a review or comment and let me know what you all think :)

CHAPTER 20

Casey and Cruz were having a pretty horrible night. College students were getting drunk and between the two of them, along with Severide and Mouch, it was a long night. Luckily after an hour or so of dealing with a bunch drunken college students, the atmosphere at Molly's Bar calmed down. It was a long night and Cruz and Casey were just ready to head out. Cruz called Chloe to let her know what had happened and that he and Casey were on their way. The men said goodbye to everyone at the bar and headed out. Back at Chloe's, Chloe and Brett were cleaning up the place and talking about the upcoming holidays.

"Any plans for the holidays?" Chloe asked.

"Well, I was planning on visiting my family for Thanksgiving but as for Christmas and New Year's, I don't have any plans. My parents said something about going out of town or something for Christmas, so I'm not sure." Brett said.

"Well, maybe you and Matt can spend the holidays together." Chloe suggested.

Brett smiled and let out a small giggle.

"I think you have had too much wine, Chloe Cruz." Brett teased.

The women started laughing uncontrollably.

"One last glass?" Chloe asked.

"Sure." Brett replied.

Chloe poured another glass of wine for her and Brett.

"I wonder what the men are doing?" Chloe asked.

"Drinking beer and probably having a cigar." Brett joked.

"Cigar?" Chloe asked.

"I know Severide and Casey have a cigar once in a blue moon." Brett said.

"I don't think Joe has but then again, he loves to surprise me." Chloe chuckled.

It didn't take long to finish up cleaning. The wine was starting to hit both women and for some reason, they kept laughing over the most random things. First, they were laughing because Chloe was talking about Cruz's obsession with Gilmore Girls. Then, they started laughing about the fact that they both nearly fell off the bar stool that they were sitting on. The men arrived back to the house and heard the women laughing from the kitchen. As they walked into the kitchen, Brett and Chloe laughed even harder, which led to them actually falling off the bar stool and Cruz and Casey catching them.

"What's so funny?" Cruz asked.

The women laughed even harder to the point that they could barely stand up.

"Is he here or am I just imagining it?" Brett said in a drunken state.

Chloe looked at Brett and then at Cruz and Casey and began to laugh again.

"If you're imagining it, so am I." Chloe laughed.

"Alright, let's get you two up." Casey said as he and Cruz helped Chloe and Brett stand up.

"You know, some girl is gonna be so lucky to marry you." Chloe told Cruz.

"I'm already married to her." Cruz said with a smile.

"You are? Is she nice and pretty?" Chloe laughed.

"Absolutely." Cruz said as he helped Chloe to the living room.

"You, Matthew Casey, are hot." Brett laughed.

"I'm hot?" Casey asked, curious to know what Brett meant.

"I want to, you know, what's the word I'm looking for...uh, bang you." Brett laughed.

Casey was feeling a bit amused but knew that he needed to get Brett home. She was drunk and he liked drunk Brett but he knew that she would have a really bad hangover the next morning. Brett started to pass out and he picked her up and carried her.

"How's Chloe?" Casey asked Cruz, who was in the living room with Chloe.

"She's passed out. Brett?" Cruz asked.

"Same. I'm gonna get her home so she can sleep it off." Casey said as he carried Brett to his truck and put her in there. After getting Brett settled into the truck, he went to his side and got in. He drove to the apartment and once there, he carried her inside. He gently placed her on the couch and then placed the blanket on the back of the couch, over her and then crashed in the chair. He was so tired that he couldn't even make it to his bedroom. It was the middle of the night and although Brett was drunk, she had to use the bathroom. She looked around and saw Casey asleep in the chair. She stumbled a bit and it woke Casey up.

"Hey, are you ok?" Casey asked, concerned about Brett.

"Yeah, I just need to use the bathroom and everything is spinning." Brett said.

"Here, let me help you." he said as he helped her to the bathroom.

He waited for her to get done in the bathroom and when she came out, she stumbled a bit and he caught her.

"Can you help me to the bedroom? I just wanna go to sleep." she said as she tried to stand up but couldn't.

"Sure." he quietly said.

Brett kept stumbling.

"Let me carry you. You're gonna end up falling if you're not careful." he said as he scooped her up.

"Have I told you how hot you are? It's true, Matthew Casey." Brett said in a drunken state of mind.

Casey found it amusing. That saying that drunken words are somber thoughts started running through Casey's mind. If that saying was true, then Brett was confessing her feelings to him and he loved it. He carried her to her bedroom and placed her on the bed.

"There you go." he smiled as she laughed.

"Matthew Casey, you're such a gentleman." she giggled.

He tried to hold back his laughter.

"You need to get some rest." Casey whispered.

"Goodnight." Brett mumbled before passing out.

Casey kissed her head.

"Goodnight." he whispered.

He covered her up and then closed the door behind him as he walked to his bedroom. He was too tired to change into his pajamas, so he just crawled into bed. It didn't take him long before he fell asleep. The next morning, Brett was feeling horrible. Why did she have to get drunk the night before shift? Lucky for her, being a paramedic has taught her how to help with nasty hangovers. Brett walked towards the bathroom and if she hadn't heard the water running, she would have walked in on Casey, who was in the shower. She went back to her room and grabbed a change of clothes. She waited for the door to the bathroom to open before she walked out of her bedroom. As soon as she heard the door open, she quietly opened her bedroom door and waited for Casey to walk out. Once he was in his bedroom, she rushed into the bathroom. She was feeling really sick. Casey came out of his room and walked towards the kitchen but couldn't help but hear Brett in the bathroom. He walked over and knocked on the door.

"Sylvie, you ok?" Casey asked.

"Yeah. I just need to get a shower for work." Brett called out.

"Let me know if you need anything." Casey said.

"I will." she replied.

She turned the water on and got undressed, grabbed a towel and wash cloth and then got in the shower. The warm water woke her up and after she was finished, she got dressed and came out of the bathroom. She walked towards her bedroom to finish getting ready. Lucky for her and Casey, they still had an hour before they had to leave for work. She finished getting ready and then came back into the living room.

"Here. Drink this." Casey said as he handed Brett a drink.

She gave him a look.

"It's good for hangovers just don't ask what's in it." Casey replied.

"I'm a paramedic. I also have experience on what's good for a hangover." Brett joked.

Casey chuckled.

"In all seriousness though, thank you. I appreciate it." Brett smiled.

She took a sip of the drink that Casey made her. It tasted horrible but it was Casey's secret hangover cure.

"Just how drunk was I last night?" Brett asked.

Casey chuckled.

"Let's just say that I liked that side of you." Casey grinned.

His grin always had a way of making her weak in the knees but she wasn't about to let him see that side of her.

"You ready to go?" Casey asked.

"Yep. I just hope it's not a busy day." Brett giggled.

"It's 51. It's always busy." Casey smirked.

Brett playfully hit Casey on the shoulder.

"Shut up." Brett laughed with a smile.

Casey laughed and they both headed out the door to Casey's truck. It didn't take them long to get to work. Brett felt weird not seeing Foster since she went to med school, but she was anxious to meet her new partner. She still kept in contact with Foster but was 51 just wouldn't be the same without her. Brett walked into the locker room, put her things up, and then headed to the bunk room until Boden called her into his office.

"Brett, I need to see you in my office." Boden said.

"Coming, Chief." Brett replied and headed towards Boden's office.

She walked into Boden's office and closed the door. Casey and Severide were already in there.

"Sylvie Brett, this is your new partner, Gianna Mackey." Boden said as he introduced Mackey to Brett.

"Nice to meet you." Brett smiled.

Before Mackey could reply, Boden interrupted and gave Mackey his famous speech for newcomers to the house.

"I expect that you will show this house the same respect that we show you." Boden said.

"Yes, sir." Mackey replied.

Just then, Cruz came busting through the doors.

"Chief...I'm...sorry...I'm...late..." Cruz said out of breath.

"Cruz, save your breath. We all have already met Gianna Mackey and she told us that she knew you." Boden said.

Everyone chuckled.

"Here I am showing up to work on time and he's late. This won't affect you hiring me, will it?" Mackey joked.

"Gianna Mackey, you'll fit right in here at 51. Dismissed. Cruz, I need a word." Boden said.

Everyone left and Cruz stayed behind to see what Boden wanted.

"I want you to help Mackey around 51, you know, show her the ropes. I know Brett is gonna be a good partner for her but I think it helps that you have known her for a long time and she feels comfortable around you." Boden said.

"You got it, Chief." Cruz said.

"Oh and Cruz, next time, call if you're gonna be late." Boden said.

Cruz nodded and then left Boden's office. Mackey and Brett were out on the apparatus floor.

"Alright, so here at 51, I usually try to make sure that we have enough gauze pads and alcohol pads because I like to be prepared. You never know what will happen. Also, we keep the Narcan here because if we have a patient who is overdosing, we need to be able to get to it quick enough. Oh and when I see that you're ready, I'll let you drive." Brett smiled as she explained everything.

"Sounds good, boss." Mackey smiled.

As Brett was teaching Mackey how to do inventory for the ambulance, Cruz came over to check on Mackey.

"How's she doing?" Cruz asked Brett.

Mackey looked up.

"You know I'm right here and can hear you?" Mackey quipped.

"She's doing fine, Cruz. It's only her first day." Brett said.

"I know. I just..." Cruz said before Mackey interrupted him.

"Cruz, Mackey's got this." Brett told him.

Cruz smiled and then walked away.

"Hey, I'm gonna grab a bite to eat before we get a call. Want anything?" Mackey asked Brett.

"I'm fine. Thanks for asking." Brett smiled.

Mackey smiled and then went inside.

"Hey, how's Mackey doing on her first day?" Casey asked.

Brett chuckled.

"Cruz just asked the same thing. She's doing good but we haven't had a call yet, so I'm not sure how she will do. She seems nice though, so there's that." Brett said.

"That's good." Casey smiled.

Just then, Brett and Mackey got a call to leave. Mackey came running out and met Brett at the ambulance. They left to go to the house where they went inside to find someone overdosing. As they started to work on the man who was overdosing, his brother came out from one of the bedrooms with a gun.

"Fix him or you die." the man said.

"Put the gun down." Brett said calmly while trying not to freak out.

"Fix him! Now!" the man yelled.

"You need to put the gun down. We can't do anything until then." Brett calmly said.

"I'll kill her right now. You think I care? That's my brother. He's the only thing I have left. Fix him or she dies!" the man yelled as he pointed the gun on Mackey.

"Hey, look at me. Point that gun back at me. We will do our best to make sure he's ok but you need to let us do our job." Brett tried to reason with him.

The man stood there with a gun pointed on Brett. He watched their every move to make sure they did their job. He listened as Brett gave Mackey instructions on what to do while trying to remain calm.

"No response." Mackey said as she checked his heart.

"He's apneic. We need to move." Brett said as she and Mackey got up.

"STOP!" the man yelled.

Brett and Mackey stopped to see what the man was about to do.

"What does that mean? What are you doing?" the man asked while still pointing the gun on the two women.

"We need to get him to the hospital. If we don't, he will die. We can't treat him here. He needs a doctor." Brett explained.

"Aren't you doctors?" the man asked.

"No, we are paramedics. Listen, we need to get him to the hospital now. If we don't, he will die." Brett said as she ordered Mackey to help her move the man's brother.

"He's not going anywhere! Help him or I'll kill you!" the man yelled.

"We can't treat him here and if you don't let us do our job, he will die. Do you understand me? Mackey, let's move him." Brett demanded.

She and Mackey got the man moved and into the ambulance with the brother following behind them.

"If you want to see your brother, he'll be at Chicago Med." Brett said as she jumped into the driver's side of the ambulance.

Brett turned the ambulance on and started to drive away but the brother began firing shots at them. Mackey was in the back with the patient.

"Brett, he's shooting at us!" Mackey yelled.

"Keep treating the patient! I'm calling a 10-1!" Brett yelled.

She called the 10-1 over the radio to the dispatcher and headed to Med. They arrived at Med with the patient.

"What do we have?" Maggie yelled.

"Overdose. We gave him Narcan but he's been unresponsive for about thirty minutes or so." Mackey said.

"We got it from here. Thanks." Maggie said as she gave orders to the nurses to move the patient to a room in the ER.

Brett and Mackey were about to leave to head back to 51 when the police showed up to take a statement. After Mackey and Brett each gave their statements to the police officers, they headed back to 51. After parking the ambulance, Casey came rushing out to find out what happened.

"Heard you guys had a 10-1. What happened? Are you guys ok?" Casey asked.

"Brett was a cool as a cucumber. She's fiesty. I'll meet you inside, yeah?" Mackey said as she walked past Brett and Casey.

"Yeah, I'll meet you in there." Brett replied.

"What happened?" Casey questioned.

"Overdose. The guy's brother pulled a gun on us and I had him keep the gun pointed at me so that Mackey wouldn't freak out on her first day on the job. I tried to keep her calm by talking the brother but once we got the patient in the ambulance, he started firing his gun at us. I called the 10-1 and the cops met us at Med and I gave them a statement. It's not the first time I've had a gun pulled on me and it won't be my last, but it was definitely scary." Brett explained.

"I'll call Burgess or Ruzek and see what they know. If this guy is out there and has a gun, he needs to be caught and taken off the streets before he actually kills someone." Casey explained.

"I know. I just...it just brings back memories of what happened with Mills and I a few years ago when we were kidnapped." Brett said.

"I remember that day very well." Casey said.

"Well, this day is very similar to that in terms of scary." Brett said.

"I'll see what they can find out and go from there." Casey said as he placed his hand on her shoulder to reassure her.

She smiled and headed inside, where Cruz was already giving Mackey the third degree about what happened and Brett couldn't help but chuckle at the way Cruz was being so overprotective.

"Hey, what's for lunch?" Brett asked as she walked into the common room.

"You should try these sandwiches. Mackey made them and they are amazing." Stella said as she devoured the sandwich.

"I'll take your word for it." Brett smiled.

Before Brett could grab a sandwich, he stopped Brett and Mackey.

"Brett. Mackey. Can you both come here for a minute?" Boden asked as he pointed to the room for their morning meetings.

"On our way, Chief." Brett said.

Brett left but as Mackey was leaving, Cruz stopped her.

"Maybe I should go with you." Cruz said.

"Joe, I am a big girl. I can handle this. I don't need you hovering over me at all times." Mackey said.

"Are you sure you'll be fine?" Cruz said.

"I'm positive." Mackey said as she headed to the room to meet Brett and Boden.

Mackey and Brett walked into the room and closed the door. Detectives Kim Burgess and Adam Ruzek from the Intelligence Unit were waiting on them. They sat down and Kim showed pictures to Brett and Mackey.

"That's him!" Brett said as she pointed to the picture.

Kim showed Mackey the same pic.

"Yeah, that's the guy that shot at us while we were in the ambo." Mackey said.

"His name is Joe Halleck. His brother, Paul Halleck, died at Chicago Med. He overdosed on meth and heroin, which was found at the scene.
Now, his brother wasn't home when we searched the apartment, but we have our guys looking for him." Kim said.

"He's got a rap sheet the size of a book. Now, we can get a detail patrol to watch you if you want but men like him slip up, especially if they are looking to score drugs." Adam said.

"Why is he on the street?" Boden asked.

"There's a lot of different reasons and I can spend hours telling you why or we can spend hours looking for this guy. It's your call." Kim said.

"I think we should take 61 out of service. If this man is out there, there's no telling what he's capable of." Boden said.

"Chief, I mean absolutely no disrespect and I can't speak for Mackey, but I need to work. It helps take my mind off of things and we'll be careful." Brett said.

"Yeah, I'm with Brett on this. I'm good to work." Mackey said.

"Alright. Fine, but you call for backup if you both are in danger. You got that?" Boden said.

"Got it, Chief." Brett said.

"We'll be in touch with you both once we get more information." Adam said.

Brett, Boden, Casey, Severide, Brett, and Mackey said their goodbyes to Kim and Adam and went back to work. It was bound to be a day that no one at 51 would soon forget.