Grabbing her stuff from her locker once the shift had finished, Taylor left the firehouse and headed home. Stepping into the small apartment, she was happy to find that Greg wasn't around and went straight to her room as her phone vibrated in her pocket.

'Sev and I will be over at noon to help you with your stuff,' she read with a smile.

'Thanks,' she responded quickly as she got started on packing up her things.

Noon soon arrived and Taylor opened the door as someone honked their car horn, chuckling when she spotted Shay grinning at her from the passenger seat of Severide's truck. Putting the last box in the bed of the truck, she gave the apartment one last sweep for anything she missed and returned to where the others were waiting.

"You all set?" Severide inquired.

"Yeah," Taylor replied, hearing her name being called and pushing down the fear that crept into her chest as she turned to face Greg.

"What's going on?" he asked, shifting his gaze between Taylor and the truck.

"I told you already, I'm moving out..." Taylor said, removing the door key from her key chain and handing it to Greg, "I'll post my final part of the rent payment next week."

"You were just going to leave?" Greg added angrily, causing Taylor to flinch and instinctively step back, "We can fix this, Taylor... I love you."

"There's nothing to fix... I'm done," Taylor mumbled, climbing into the truck and taking a deep breath.

Moving her stuff into her new room, Taylor felt the last remnants of weight lift from her chest and laid back on her bed with a sigh.

"Howdy roommate," Shay greeted as she appeared in the doorway, "Are you okay?"

"I'm good," Taylor replied without hesitation.

"We're going to head over to Molly's later, do you want to come?" Shay inquired, sitting down on Taylor's bed and handing her a key.

"I might do."

Catching up on some much-needed sleep, Taylor woke up to her alarm and went downstairs to find the place empty. Pouring herself a glass of water, she spotted a folded piece of paper with her name on it and opened it to find a note from Shay.

'There's a beer or two with your name on at Molly's if you decide to come.'

Smiling, Taylor went to get ready and locked up before walking over to Molly's. Stepping inside out of the evening chill, she fought against the urge to flee and smiled as Cruz called her name. Taking off her jacket, she joined the group at the bar and nodded in thanks as Herrmann handed her a beer.

"So Taylor," Mills said as she took a swig of her second beer, "What made you want to become a firefighter?"

"Firefighting wasn't actually one of my career choices growing up," Taylor replied as everyone fell silent around her, "From the age of sixteen I had my mind set on joining the military, I wanted to be a dog handler on the front line and get as far away from this city as I could."

"What changed your mind?" Herrmann added.

"Nothing... it's still an option," Taylor mumbled, keeping her gaze on the beer bottle in her hand and continuing, "I chose firefighting because I want to be able to help people... it gives me a purpose and I look pretty damn good in the uniform."

"That you do, girl... that you do," Shay agreed with a wink, wrapping her arms around Taylor from behind and kissing her cheek.

Grinning up at the blonde, Taylor drank some more of her beer and listened as the conversation turned to hockey. She had never really had a place that she could call home, but firehouse 51 was a sanctuary for her and the people that surrounded her at that moment were family. Each one had a different story... their own skeletons in their closets and Taylor knew that they would never judge her for where she came from.