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One week to Christmas everyone!

Week Twenty Three

~ Candidate is as big as an eggplant ~

"Well if they didn't know you were pregnant before, they certainly would now," commented Matt the morning that Gabby was to start at the Academy as she walked into their kitchen. Gabby's face fell and for a moment Matt thought that he might have insulted her. Quickly he started to look around the kitchen to see whether there was something that he could hide behind, just in case she decided to throw something at him. Especially since the closest items to her were sharp objects.

Watching the fearful look that crossed Matt's face, Gabby decided to leave him hanging for a moment. Frowning at him until she wasn't able to hold it in anymore, Gabby finally let the laughter bubble out of her. He was speaking the truth, whilst Gabby had started looking like she was pregnant a few weeks ago, rather than just as if she had extra large meal, but still, it was like she had popped over night. Matt's eyes were glued to her belly, it seemed to have rounded out since last night, it was much more prominent now than it ever had been before, a real rounded belly. There was going to be no hiding it at the academy today.

Gabby caught his eyes wandering up and down her body and gave him a soft smile. She carefully smoothed down her, well Matt's shirt, over her stomach and hooked her hands under her belly. When she looked down now, she definitely couldn't miss her belly. She smiled softly to herself. There were still days that she caught herself being amazed that this was really happening. But there was no question anymore, it was amazing.

"Good thing you ordered that new uniform," teased Matt as he came over to kiss her good morning, leaving a hand to rest on her belly.

"You'll keep," laughed Gabby has she made her way over to kitchen counter where Matt had served up a plate of pancakes. Matt gave her a quick half smile taking note of the time. He knew that Gabby would want to be at the academy fairly early, so he quickly left her to eat whilst he went to gather up her work bag and bits and pieces.

Taking a seat in their office to gather up her papers, Matt pulled out their last firehouse family photo that had been taken a few weeks after they had announced their pregnancy. Chuckling slightly, he tucked it into the front pocket of her CFD planner and slipped it in with her other files into her work bag. They had found a backpack type bag for her to use and put away her Ambo work bag for the time being.

Sighing slightly Matt rubbed a thumb over the wedding photo that sat on the desk. Whilst they hadn't had their reception at the Chicago Firehouse Restaurant; they had had some photos taken in front of it. They loved the architecture of the place - plus it screamed old style fire fighting and that's what the Caseys were. It was in their blood and she had wanted a way to honour it. Matt had never thought he would see the day that Gabby turned in her jump bag, albeit it temporarily. Honestly Matt had assumed that he was going to have to have this enormous talk with Gabby, one where he thought it might end up being an argument about her taking a step down. Making Gabby Casey take a step back? He had supported her when she wanted to become a firefighter, when she went back to Ambo and then every time she took on an extra shift on Truck or Engine.

He, however, wouldn't deny that his blood pressure had taken a nose dive ever since her announcement that she was taking a step back, not that he would never tell her that. And then when the academy accepted her as an instructor, he was able to sleep much better at night. He just wished that it wasn't starting this week, he wanted her to stay home and relax for another week or so, nightmares about the accident still haunted him. Pausing one last time, he pulled back out the CFD file and wrote a little note for Gabby to find the first time she opened it. There was nothing stopping his girl from taking on anything, so he was going to do everything in his power to support her and make sure she felt loved.

As he made his way back into the kitchen he noticed it was empty with the dishes already done and an extra plate waiting for him at the breakfast bench. He hadn't realised that he had taken as long as he did.

Matt watched from the doorway to their bedroom as Gabby pinned her hair up into a bun rather than her usual pony, the white shirt flapping around, not yet been done up. He snuck up behind her letting one of his hands come to a rest on her hip, the other on her bare belly his fingers starting to dance over the taut skin. Gabby sighed as she enjoyed the moment – she could feel the flutter of slight movement start as Matt joined her.

"Talk to me," Matt gently coaxed as she turned in his arms.

"How did you know?" she ducked her head focusing instead on fixing her name plate.

"Because," he started, taking a step back and brushing her hand away from the shirt. "Because..." he punctured with a kiss. "I know you baby." Swatting her hands away once more, Matt bent down slightly to button up her white shirt. Trying to relax her he pressed a gentle kiss to her skin as he did each button up. Kneeling down, he pressed his ear up against her now clothed belly, rubbing a hand over it at the same time. Gabby sighed contently, she couldn't have wanted a more attentive husband ever. With one final kiss to Smudge, Matt pulled himself to his feet and guided her towards the bed, his hand automatically going to the small of Gabby's back.

"Talk," he repeated, reaching for her shoes.

"Matt, I'm not that fat yet… I can do my own shoes," she grumbled with a silly smile on her face. Honestly she was just glad that she was able to sit down for a few more moments. Gabby knew that today was going to be a big day and one that was going to require her to spend most of it on her feet. And if she was honest, she was a little more than slightly nervous.

Matt just raised an eyebrow at her, starting on her second shoe. Gabby sighed, "It's just this whole Academy thing. Who starts the class one week before the Christmas break?" she scoffed.

"The Chicago Fire Department…" inserted Matt.

"Well I think it's crazy that we're doing an induction week and then breaking for Christmas, that's all."

"Teaches them that working for CFD isn't convenient, that they're going to lose many holidays and miss important events," Matt reminded her taking a seat next to her. "What else?"

Gabby gave a gentle snort and shook her head. How did he know that there was still stuff on her mind? How did he do that? "It's just," she muttered a hand going to her belly. "I don't know why I'm doing this? I'm not going to see my recruits graduate."

"That doesn't mean you're not going to be a good instructor just because you aren't going to be seeing the entire semester out," Matt tried to reason with her.

Gabby shook her head wiping away a tear. "Hey," Matt hooked a finger under her chin forcing her to look up at him. "They wouldn't have offered you the job if they didn't think you could do it. Plus they knew that you weren't going to be able to finish the entire semester, and they still want you babe."

"Yeah, I suppose so."

"Yeah, well it's a bit hard to miss now Babe," Matt laughed leaning down to capture her lips before she was able to retort.

Dawson looked down at her schedule, it was going to be gruelling first day. In the morning session she had a mix of fire and EMT candidate and then after morning break another mix of candidates, a set of groups were rotating. She would have a break after lunch before a final session with only the EMT candidates who would be her main instructing load until she went on maternity leave. She remembered the conversation that she had had with Chief Tiberg when she had come into sign her contract; CFD had changed things up in the years that had passed since she had stepped foot into the fire academy as a candidate. Working with both fire and EMT recruits and having them interconnected more, was only going to be a step in the right direction in Dawson's mind.

After the lunch break, Dawson watched as her groups of candidates filed back into her room. Her morning had been a slow one with two sessions of basic introductions to what it was like to be a candidate at the Chicago Fire Academy and what was going to be expected of them as students. It had been her job to introduce everyone to what it meant to be an EMT with CFD and how everyone no matter they had entered the academy was going to have to complete at least the basic EMT-B training.

She had noticed some muttering and looks from a few candidates, mostly the male ones. And to be honest she wasn't too sure how to take or handle it. Dawson was very much used to being in control and not being second guessed. But today, this was a new adventure where the students didn't know her and she was one of only a handful of female instructors.

With one final rub of her belly where Smudge had let her know they were awake, Dawson pulled herself to her feet, walked around her desk and leant on the edge, crossing her ankles in front of her. Waiting the general hubble to die down, she tapped her fingers on the desk. "Right," she called out, "Welcome to the Chicago Fire Academy and to your new life as an EMT candidate. I'm Instructor Dawson and here's the thing that I need you know… We are going to be together for the 15 or so weeks. I will be your main instructor, however not everything will be done purely as EMT training. Disclaimer though, as I'm sure you can all see I am not going to be your instructor all the way to your graduation." This comment drew a spattering of laughs from her class. Although it was all very shallow and fearful, they were still all seemingly nervous.

Nevertheless Dawson ploughed on, "There will be opportunities for you to be all involved with the firefighter candidates. It's why the trainers here decided that the first sessions were to be completed as a mixed group. This morning I'm sure you've enjoyed spending time with all of the other candidates, some of you have had me in one of your morning session, others may have had another EMT instructor. However all of you will have spent at least part of your morning of your first day of your nearly six months at the training academy learning to climb a ladder properly, running upstairs and doing pushups. In about a year - after graduation from the academy and a probationary period - most will become full-fledged EMTs. Some of you might even become firefighters."

She looked around at the faces that looked expectantly at her. "Today you walked into the Chicago Fire Academy for the first time as a candidate, our department's newest members… You would have walked past one of Chicago's original steam-powered engines in the lobby — and you would have seen a plaque that marks where the Great Chicago Fire of 1871 began. And did you smell the smoke?" Dawson questioned noticing the many heads nodding.

Dawson thought back to her first day as a firefighting candidate, it wasn't all that long ago that she herself was in their very shoes. "Anyone know why we you can smell that smoke?"

"As part of recruits' training, instructors build live fires to get us used to the smell?" a nervous voice came from the front row. "Instructor Dawson… I… I have a question?"

There was still something that caught her off guard. And Dawson wasn't sure if it was the use of the title 'Instructor' or the nearly continuous use of her maiden name. It was actually a touch weird to see her nameplate with Dawson on it. But the point that was stuck in her mind that this had never been a big sticking point with her. She couldn't reconcile in her own mind why it was continually coming back into her head. Didn't everyone at 51 call her Dawson? It had never been an issue before. Dawson could only chalk it up to her hormones and having an even bigger link to Matt, a much more physical one... Hmmm…

"Instructor?" the student questioned again shaking Dawson out of her slight daydream. Dawson nodded her head as a sign that he should continue. "Why do we have to be at the fire academy? Why do we do have to learn about the whole firefighting thing and get used to the smoke? We're only EMTs?"

'Only EMTs', that phrase annoyed Dawson, they were never going to be able to change the two culture gap that existed within the department if the paramedics were always going to think less of themselves, it also allowed the firefighters to believe that they were worth more than EMTs. But that was a problem for another day.

Dawson took a deep breath, her mind instantly being transported back to her last call with Shay. Even this many years later it still took her by surprise the kick in the gut she still felt over Shay's death. And nothing was ever going to prepare her for that. But she wanted to ensure that all of these people in front of her were as prepared as they could be.

"You never know what you're going to come up against… Working with the CFD I emphasis the Fire part of our departmental name, there are going to be times when you are called on to enter a burning building. And because of this our programs provides extensive training in areas such as fire prevention techniques, emergency medical procedures and building codes. You will all learn how to properly use ladders, fire extinguishers, hoses and other firefighting equipment - at least the basics. You will never know when you'll need these skills. Only a few years ago, my House was called to a car accident where a patient was trapped in a mini-van. In that car was our Truck Lieutenant and myself trying to get a pinned victim out, not to mention all the gear that comes with a firefighter. Don't really need to explain to you all that it was cramped and hard to function as an EMT in such a confined space. We managed to transport the patient out to the waiting firefighters only for the car to erupt in flames," retold Gabby. A gasp went through her room, a few of the females' mouths opened slightly.

A slight smile spreading across Dawson's face as she remembered what had transpired after that shift - the tension that had existed between her and Matt had come to head that week. And who would have thought that they would be where they were now, her retelling that story.

"Luckily for me, our lieutenant was, well is, a quick thinker and managed to get me under his jacket. Otherwise I would have come out slightly more singed," she laughed slightly whilst noticing a few of those same females with a dreamy look on their face. She was sure at some point during their time here she was going to have to break them of their ideal firefighter dream. They would need to learn how to work professionally with male members of the fire department. It all reminder her of that time Jones needed to roll her tongue back into her head over Severide.

"And you'll never forget your first heat," she continued. "And this morning I'm sure you overheard the firefighters banter, while you were looking at the monument to the volunteers who have fallen in the line of duty. I was told during my first time at the academy that Ron Howard paid for that monument after they finished filming Backdraft. And did you take in all of the photos and historical info on landmark fires and inventions? For example, the Iroquois Theater Fire of 1903 was so brutal that it prompted the city to revamp its building code, thus requiring doors to swing outward. And did you know that the sliding pole was invented in Chicago in 1878? Every proud firefighter in Chicago will remind you of that fact again and again," she laughed.

Pausing for a moment, she strained her ears to hear what had been muttered as she had been lecturing. She had never enjoyed this - she didn't want to be the one standing up here talking and talking. But the first few days that was what this job entailed. Then she caught the eye of one of the young males at the rear of the room, smirk on his face. He almost reminded him of a young Kelly Severide, with the real possibility of being cocky and sure of himself. "Candidate, up the back," she stated pointing straight at him. "What is it you have to share with the entire group?"

The man at least had the decency to look slightly sheepish. "Well it's just that you mentioned your first time at the academy?" Dawson nodded, wondering where he was going with this. "Respectfully, how many times did you need to go through?"

Dawson froze for a moment, she had almost been waiting for this, especially after the morning she had of having to speak to groups of candidates all the while knowing that they all knew she was the EMT instructor. Not that that fact should make a difference, but as a pregnant female, she knew it did. Taking a deep breath, she opened her mouth to speak, "So I don't need to do this, but in the interests of being open, you're going to know about me… Understand that I don't need to be telling you any of this, but after the whispers I've heard today I'm setting the record straight."

Dawson straightened up and pushed herself off the desk and started towards the front row. "Yes, this is my first session as an instructor at with the CFD Academy, but I will not be undermined. Understand this now… The first lesson that you all need to learn as candidates is this, you learn and you listen - nothing more. Whether you are EMT candidates purely or if you are using this as an alternative route into becoming a firefighter, which is common, you will learn to respect me and every other white shirter around. I will also be teaching the firefighting candidates their EMT training. Each and everyone of you will be CFD candidates and you will learn to keep your mouth shut. Listen and do not, I repeat do not question your superiors. I do not wish to see any one of you in my office or any other of the instructors' officers because of your inability to keep your mouth shut. Am I clear?" Dawson couldn't quite believe that she was being so strict and clear with her students, but she understood the importance of protocol and respect with the Fire Department Ranks.

With the murmur of agreement, Dawson started to walk around the room, "However I understand the interest. I am not your only general instructor. I am probably one of the first instructors in this position, the CFD takes on very few seasonal instructors. But let me assure you that I am well qualified for this position. I've been in your position, all of you. My previous role to this was as a Paramedic-In-Charge out at Firehouse 51, prior to that I was a firefighter. I've also spent a period of time serving with OFI - the Office of Fire Investigation and before even that I was a PIC. I've moved back and forth between the roles. Even until a few months ago I was still working the odd shift with a Truck Company. I've worked both sides of the coin with the Chicago Fire Department, it is one of the reasons I am qualified to be one of your instructors. So for those of you who are here because you wanted to but weren't accepted into the firefighting branch of the academy, I understand this. When I first joined the CFD as a paramedic, I took the firefighter's test. But it was a number of years before I actually became a candidate, so many that I had forgotten all about it. But rest assured I know exactly how you all feel today and that yes I know what you are going to be facing out there on the streets of Chicago. And it's my job to prepare you for it."

Taking in each and every one of the wide faces sat in front of her, "You all walked through the training academy hallway this morning, whether it was with me or one of the other instructors, that's something that you won't get to do again for six months. It won't be until graduation that you get another chance. It is one of the many lessons of respect that we want to instil in you… Think for a moment, why are you here?"

A man raised his hand, "Even though I have fears about the job, I've wanted this for over half a decade. Acts of terrorism will not change my mind. I know that I can do this job," he stated.

Many of his classmates nodded their heads along with him as an older man spoke out "I've thought about it, the terrorism but it hasn't changed my mind," he stated. "It actually increased my desire to do this, confirmed my decision. Whether I'm a firefighter or EMT, I really want to do this."

"I thought about medical school, but this is the route that I ultimately decided to take," a girl confessed. "My family isn't happy about it, but I just feel like this is what I want. It's going to get me a completely different life experience that I will never get anywhere else."

Gabby nodded along with each of them, hearing each situation. She thought about the conversations she had heard during her lunch break from the other instructors. The general comments were that many of the recruits waited years for the call to enter training. Now many of them are nearing middle age, some with careers they dropped to pursue firefighting. One woman left her job as a legal secretary, one man designed computer networks. Several were truck drivers or construction workers. She had to admire each and every one of their new recruits, she had been lucky to be accepted at the age she was and even into the fire academy when she was still young.

"Question Instructor Dawson?" a quiet male asked from the corner, Gabby had to strain to hear what he was saying. "You mentioned that you were a firefighter… I know that this probably isn't even the right place for this question, but if we are thinking about becoming a firefighter later can you talk to us about a typical day in a firefighter's life? We were never told about that this morning…" he trailed off

"Well there is nothing such as a typical day as a firefighter…" Gabby mentioned and the young guy flushed red and ducked his head. However Gabby took pity on him and pulled out a file from her bag. "Grab your notebooks and let's chat about this today and get it out of the way," she ordered before turning around to write on the board. Once finished she had a list of what she had known to be a typical day for a firefighter, believing that she would also add in about what they would be required to do as an EMT.

Morning Line-Up (15 to 30 minutes) - Apparatus and Equipment Checks (1 hour) - Small Tool Maintenance (1 hour) - Station Cleaning and Maintenance (1 to 1.5 hours) - Firefighting Tactics and Drills (1 to 2 hours) – Firefighting Tactics and Drills (1 to 2 hours) – Physical Training (.5 to 1 hour) - Fire Prevention Education (Some days 1 hour) – Fire Prevention Education (Some days 1 hour) – Routine Recertification (Time varies) – New Training (time varies) – Paperwork - Emergency Response (Time varies)

"I do suggest you take notes - I'm only going to say this once," she warned as she pulled out her water bottle, knowing that this was going to be a large session of just her talking. "You will be working alongside many different firefighters, many who are EMT certified. However it is important you understand what your job is and where the line is, understand what a firefighter does and what they can even do in terms of first aid," she warned as she tapped the board pointing out different roles that she was going to lecture about.

"Your morning line-up is held at the beginning of the shift each morning, similar to a police roll call. During this period station officers assign tasks for the day, review daily assignments, process timecards including overtime forms, and communicate any orders or procedural changes from the Chief's office. In the CFD, Battalion Chiefs are required to do roll call checks in two of their battalion's stations each evening; Deputy District Chiefs must do two in their District each evening. The first activity of the day consists of checking the engines or trucks and their associated equipment. Firefighters check their vehicle's motors, oil, tire pressure, and inventory of emergency medical equipment. They check their self-contained breathing apparatus, radios, and other emergency equipment. Ladder companies check the operation of their hydraulic aerial ladders. Minor repairs may be made at this time, such as changing broken light bulbs or adding oil to a motor. Needs for more major repairs are documented and set aside for the appropriate vendor or technician to fix. The vehicle may be taken at this time to the shops for maintenance and a back-up vehicle retrieved. Note down in another colour that as EMTs you too will be required to do this with your own rig to a certain level - be careful of asking squad guys to do your maintenance for you if you share a house with them – you may end up out of service for most a shift," she laughed. Dawson was actually surprised how much she remembered and how most of this information still came quite naturally to her.

Dawson paused for a few moments, allowing them to catch up and ask any questions that they may have. Looking up at what she had written up next she knew what she wanted to emphasis in this section, "Unlike most other government employees, firefighters are responsible for the daily maintenance and janitorial upkeep of their job site. Firefighters may clean toilets and showers, dump garbage, wax floors, change air filters, and conduct a myriad of other tasks for upkeep of the fire station. They often make minor repairs to stations while awaiting 'official' maintenance. Let me tell you now, just because you are the paramedics in the house you are not to be bullied into doing all of the cleaning. The load is to be shared around. Although firefighters have some type of training or drills every shift, don't get involved. As a paramedic stay out of it," Dawson warned. "It may be on basic skills to maintain operational readiness, such as advancing and handling hose lines, deploying ground ladders, or practising how to conduct searches for victims in buildings on fire. Firefighters may also practice pumping fire engines, using aerial ladders, or advanced rescue techniques, such as automobile extrication or confined space rescue. Crews on one vehicle, for example, engine may be cross-trained on the other like the ladder truck. Don't be surprised if some of the firefighting crew come to your PIC for additional training." she droned on.

Dawson continued to talk about what is was that a firefighter's day included dropping in all the time about how an EMT was different and how they could best work together. She felt like she needed to stop for a break after about half an hour, but as she looked out at the shining new faces in front of her, she still had managed to sustain everyone's attention. Pulling out her seat from behind the desk she sat down in front of her class, thinking to herself that she was going to need to invest in a bar type stool so she could still make eye contact with the back of the room. But she was exhausted, she needed to sit.

"Lastly," she breathed. She was going to need to figure out how to better teach a class for these types of days. She was very much feeling the depleted lung capacity by now. "The entire firefighter's day is built around and subject to being ready for an emergency response, just as yours will be. The time taken by an emergency response includes the time for turnout from the station and travel to the scene, the performance of the service, the time it takes to return, and the time to get the company ready to respond to another call. The time spent on each emergency response varies, but could be 20 minutes to investigate and clear a false automatic fire alarm, 45 minutes for assisting an EMS crew with a heart attack victim, or several hours for working building fire. Many calls are dealt with in only a few minutes, and in some cases fire units are turned back before they ever arrive on the scene, when the first unit signals that there is no need for them. However, even a short run causes a discontinuity in doing the routine tasks, which must be picked up again when they return," she finished. "All of which you will experience and better understand if you make it through the academy training." With that last statement she did notice a few faces drop. It wouldn't surprise her at all if some of them dropped out today, and there was a few that she thought might not make it to the end of the training, she had felt a vibe as she had been listening to some of the talk that they were coming into the profession for what she might call the wrong reasons. "Questions?"

"I heard a person once comment that firefighters do more work than EMTs?" a voice piped up, "Is that true? Or is it more even?"

Dawson gave a dry laugh, "Was it a firefighter? ...No don't answer that, it was a rhetorical question. Another thing you're going to learn is that some, not all, firefighters feel that they are above paramedics. But understand that is not all or the general message coming out of headquarters. But in answer to your question of the vast majority of fire and medical 911 calls in the country, about 80%, are for medical emergencies. Here in Chicago EMS represents about three quarters of the CFD work load. You land yourself at a busy house like 51 and your life will never be dull," she laughed. "Any more questions?"

Silence filled the hall. Dawson stood and surveyed the class. Nodding she went on. "Alright candidates I think we'll leave it there. One last parting comment - As a CFD Academy instructor the best piece of advice I will ever give you is this; there are two things you will need to succeed both here at the academy and especially during your probation period with whichever house you land in. One, do your job to the best of your abilities and two, keep your mouth shut. Dismissed," she nodded as her students stood up and to attention as she gathered her stuff and left the room.

Taking a large gulp of her water Dawson stopped outside of her classroom and lent against the wall to listen to the chatter that had started only moments after she left the room. She shook her head slightly and started to the room that she was sharing that was to become her office. 'I can do this,' she positively thought to herself.

"So my cousin's Christmas party is tonight," Gabby mentioned as she flopped on the couch after her third day at the Academy. It had been a long few first days for her, but Gabby was confident that she would fall into a routine sooner or later. What was going to take the most time to adjust to was the change in her work hours and not having as many shared days off with Matt. She started to pull the bobby pins out of her hair, sighing in relief as her hair tumbled down her neck.

"Hmm," hummed Matt, not looking up from the report he was reading.

"Yeah, you remember the one - it looks like it's from a better homes and gardens magazine. The really fancy Christmas party. It has the string quartet, plum pudding. Remember the really perfect one?"

"That's early," Matt commented, still not tearing his eyes away from the paper.

"I know, she and the family are going out of town or something. You know," Gabby continued, running a hand up his inner thigh. "I was thinking that we don't have to go…"

"We haven't gone since that very first time I went as your 'date'. That was so many years ago. It might be nice to at least make an appearance, you know - show off your hot husband," Matt commented as he signed the page he was on. Gabby's jaw dropped slightly, she honestly didn't think he was even really listening to her. "Your parents are finally home this year and I'm sure they are looking forward to having their whole family there, together for the first time in a very long time." He closed up the file and pushed it away. Turning he gave Gabby his full attention, pulling her closer to him. "I love when your hair is down," he muttered into her curls as he ran a hand through her hair.

"Well… I don't really want to go. And I can see that you're really busy. I'm sure everyone will understand if we don't get there."

"But, I saw this gorgeous black dress in your wardrobe. One that I can't wait to see you in…" Matt protested. Gabby ducked her head in embarrassment. Pulling her closer still he whispered huskily in her ear, "One that I can't wait to get you out of later tonight!"

~ His brain and hearing are more developed this week, and he's beginning to recognise your voice ~

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~Em