Sitting on the kitchen counter at the firehouse the next day, Taylor decorated the cakes she had made and laughed as Shay slapped Mills' hand away from the bowl of frosting. Adding the completed cupcake to the tray, she grabbed the next one and had just applied the frosting when the first call of the shift came in.

Putting it to one side, she jumped down and headed out to the truck. It didn't take them long to reach the scene, finding a large group of onlookers already gathered with their phones out and following Boden over to the police officer in charge.

"What have we got?" Boden asked, his voice filled with power and authority.

"A young boy about sixteen," the police officer explained, "We've tried talking him down, but he won't listen and shifts away from us every time we approach."

"Chief," Taylor said as she looked over at the young boy sitting precariously on the bridge railing, "Let me talk to him before we do anything..."

"Okay," Boden agreed, watching as Taylor removed her jacket and took it as she made her way forward.

"Don't come any closer," the boy shouted, prompting her to pause and raise her hands.

"I just want to talk," Taylor replied gently.

"All anybody wants to do is talk, but nobody is ever willing to listen..." the boy argued angrily.

"Try me... my names Taylor, what's yours?"

"Cameron."

"I can't listen from all the way over here, Cameron, how about you let me join you at the railings?" Taylor inquired, continuing when her request was met with silence, "I promise, I won't touch you and my hands will be in full view the whole time."

"Okay."

"Do you want to start by telling me what happened?"

"They just don't listen," Cameron mumbled, "I've tried to tell them that I can't be the person that they want me to be, but they have all these expectations and they won't accept anything less... this is my only way out."

"That's not true, Cameron..."

"Yes it is, they'll never accept the person I am or the career that I choose."

"There's someone in your life that does accept you though, right?" Taylor added, "That one person who has your back and supports every decision you make... what's their name?"

"Corey... his name is Corey," Cameron said, looking over at her and closing his eyes momentarily as tears rolled down his cheek.

"I've been where you are now, Cameron, I've stood at the edge of that imaginary cliff in your head..." Taylor admitted, knowing that time was essential and that the chief wouldn't give her much longer, "I've had that moment where I've looked back and found nobody there to help me, but if you look closer, dig deeper, you'll realize that that isn't true."

"Corey?" Cameron questioned with a slight frown.

"You will always have him to bring you back from that point of finality, whether he is just a memory or beside you in the flesh," Taylor answered with a smile, knowing that she had gotten through to him, "Why don't you come back over onto this side of the railing for me?"

Holding out her hand for him to take, Taylor held her breath as she watched a flash of hesitation in Cameron's eyes and let it out as he took it in his own. Helping him over to safety, she handed him over to the police and leaned against the railing to rein in her own emotions.

Feeling a hand on her shoulder, she looked back to find Casey and nodded to show that she was ready to head back. Taking a deep breath, she retrieved her jacket from Boden and followed her team back to the truck.

"Taylor," Boden called as she headed towards the kitchen, causing her to stop and look back at him, "Good job out there."

"Thanks, chief."

Looking over to where squad was playing cards, she found Severide watching her and threw him a smile to tell him that she was okay. Finishing up with her cupcakes, Taylor volunteered to make lunch and threw together a simple pasta salad with chicken. Leaning against the kitchen counter as everyone ate, she stared into the cup of coffee she had made herself and snapped back to reality as someone gently nudged her shoulder.

"Looking for anything specific at the bottom of that cup?" Shay asked with a smile.

"Answers to my life," Taylor mumbled, glancing up as Shay put her arms around her from behind and rested her chin on Taylor's shoulder.

"Well, I'm pretty sure that one of those answers is sitting out at the table with squad..."

Glancing over at Severide, Taylor sighed and rested her head against Shay's. She had liked him for a long time, but she also knew that he deserved better than what she could offer and didn't want to become just another name on his fairly long list of one-night stands.