Waking up early the following morning, Taylor headed out for a run and returned to find Severide lounging on the sofa with a cup of coffee in his hands. Making her way straight upstairs to take a shower, she got changed and grabbed her backpack from under her bed.

"What's your plan for today, Tay?" Shay asked as Taylor poured herself a coffee.

"I have a few things to do, but I'm free this evening if you want to grab a movie or something," Taylor suggested, earning a nod from Shay in response and turning her attention to Severide, "Speaking of things to do, Sev, are you busy today?"

"Not unless you call sitting in front of the television busy," Severide replied, looking at her over the back of the sofa, "How come?"

"Would you be able to help me with something?"

"Sure."

Finishing her coffee, Taylor climbed into Severide's truck and gave him directions. Jumping out as they pulled up outside a rundown looking two-story house, she approached the front door and let herself in.

"Taylor... sweetie, is that you?" came a soft female voice from somewhere inside as she stepped over the threshold.

"It's me, Mrs. Caswell," Taylor stated, looking back at Severide and motioning for him to follow.

Leading him down the hallway, she entered the final room on the right and smiled.

"It's good to see you and you've brought a friend…"

"This is Kelly," Taylor introduced, setting her bag down and removing her jacket, "Kel, this is Mrs. Caswell."

"It's nice to meet you, ma'am," Severide added.

"Handsome and charming... it's nice to meet you too, Kelly," Mrs. Caswell replied, before shifting her gaze back to Taylor, "Is he one of your boys?"

"He's a firefighter at 51," Taylor confirmed with a chuckle, "I thought that he could help me move that cabinet that you want shifting."

"That would be nice," Mrs. Caswell agreed, "I'll make you both a cup of tea."

It took them an hour to move the cabinet, making sure that it was stable and putting Mrs. Caswell's things back on the shelves. Making the older lady some lunch, Taylor made sure that there was nothing else she needed and followed Severide back outside.

Having already planned to get lunch, she convinced him to leave his truck where it was parked and took him to a nearby diner. There was nothing special about the small establishment, just another family business trying to make it in a neighborhood rife with gang activity and drugs.

"So, this is what you do on your downtime?" Severide inquired as they waited for their food to be brought out, earning a nod from Taylor, "How long have you been helping Mrs. Caswell?"

"About two years," Taylor replied, "I met her just before I started at 51... here actually, she used to come here every week with her husband until he died and then she stopped coming. She doesn't leave the house anymore, so I go in when I can and help her out with things that she needs doing."

Falling into a comfortable conversation as they ate, Taylor felt her phone vibrate in her pocket and retrieved it to find a text from Shay. 'Freeze! Snap a picture of whatever is in front of you.' Chuckling, she showed Severide the text and took a picture of him.

"Lunch is on me," Severide announced as Taylor sent Shay the picture, causing Taylor to look up and open her mouth to argue, "No arguments."

Finishing her food, Taylor waited for Severide to pay and then fell into step beside him as they headed back to the truck. Laughing at something he said as they pulled up outside their apartment building, Taylor jumped out with a smile and paused as she spotted Greg waiting for her.

"I found some of your stuff," he said, motioning to a box at his feet, "Can we talk?"

"Thanks for bringing my stuff back, but there's nothing for us to talk about," Taylor replied, picking the box up with a frown and following Severide inside.

Going straight to her room, she sat on her bed and ran a hand over her face. She hadn't told Greg where she had moved to, but somehow, he had found out and that scared her.

Authors Notes: Feedback would be great on this!