Every Breath You Take

By: CRene

Summary: Someone is stalking Brett. Matt tries to protect her while protecting his heart at the same time.

**Notes** All of One Chicago shows will be involved with this storyline at one point or another. Yet it will mostly be set in Chicago Fire. I am a huge Brettsey fan and this is my little homage to them.

The title of the story is of course from the song by the Police "Every Breath You Take" from the 1980s. I tend to use song titles for titles and listen to the song to help with the story.

All mistakes are mine and the new paramedic is based on my hubby who was a paramedic himself years ago.

Part 1: Accidentally In Love

The day had been a long one for Paramedic Sylvie Brett as she ran towards the head-on collision on the two-lane highway. Her new partner, Jack Henderson, ran to the front passenger side of the metallic blue four-day sedan while Sylvie worked on the driver.

"Cruz, grab the jaws," Severide shouted as he shattered the driver's side window in the sedan.

Brett checked the pulse of the driver in the sedan after Severide broke the window. The young man was unconscious with blood on the left side of his forehead. The airbag had already deflated after the accident.

"Severide, we need to get him out," Brett yelled. "How are you doing over there, Henderson?"

Jacob Henderson was the new paramedic at Firehouse 51, who had only been partnered with Brett the past three weeks. She had learned that he was married with two children and that he had taken the past six years off from the job to help raise his children. He was a good paramedic from what Brett could tell, but she was still the senior paramedic and needed to supervise him.

Brett looked over to her partner inside of the sedan and noticed Henderson shake his head side to side. The young woman on the passenger side died from the crash. Her long auburn hair was matted with blood and Brett could tell that the airbag did not inflate from the crash.

"Head over to the other car to check the passengers until another ambo makes it," Brett ordered Henderson.

"Brett, we will have this guy out of here in a minute," Cruz stated before he turned the saw on to pull open the door. "Stand back."

Within minutes the driver was out of the vehicle on the stretcher. Henderson was on the other side of the stretcher as the second ambo had arrived already. The patient was still unconscious even after a sternum rub and medication to try to wake him up. They loaded the patient in the back of the ambulance and began to hook up the patient to the heart monitor.

Henderson jumped up in front of the ambulance as Brett began to hook up the patient to wires. As she hit the heart monitor button across the patient, she heard a mumble. As she leaned over the young man and swept a piece of his blond hair away from his eyes - his eyes opened.

"Are you an angel," he mumbled as he looked up into her stunning blue eyes.

"Nope, just a paramedic," Brett answered as she blushed and moved aside the patient. "You were in an accident. What's your name?"

"Oliver Guthrie," he replied before he tried to sit up.

"Don't move around too much. It doesn't look like you have any broken bones, but you may have internal bleeding."

"What happened to June? Where is June," he asked as he fell back onto the stretcher. "My girlfriend."

"Was that the passenger in your vehicle," Brett wondered as she began to check his blood pressure.

"It was her vehicle. When we went somewhere together, I always drove," he commented. "She didn't make it, did she?"

Brett looked over at Oliver as her heart began to beat faster. She hated this part of the job. Losing anyone let alone a loved one was hard enough on the family member, explaining the details to the loved one was devastating. She was suddenly glad this was the last call for the long day she had. She had already lost two patients today. Days like this were the worse for her and afterward, most of her colleagues would go to Molly's, yet all she wanted to do was crawl into bed.

"I'm sorry," Brett responded as she grabbed the patient's hand and squeezed. "It will be okay."

The look across Oliver's face made Brett shiver. It wasn't sadness across his face, but something else. He leered at her with such attention that she pulled her hand away. Suddenly, the ambulance came to a stop and the back doors opened.

Brett had never been so happy to rid of a patient as she had been with Oliver. There was just something about him that creeped her out. She took the end of the stretcher as it was being pushed into the emergency room. She had lost her train of thought as Doctor Will Halstead came up to the stretcher.

"What do we have," Will asked as they rushed the patient into the ER.

Henderson looked over at Brett as she moved along the stretcher. Her mind was somewhere else, anywhere else, but where it needed to be. She was lost.

"Brett," Will shouted as he tapped her hand.

"Oh, sorry, Oliver Guthrie, head-on collision, lost consciousness. BP is elevated 180 over 130 and heartrate is 99," Brett stated as she tried not to look at Oliver again. "He came to in the ambulance a couple of minutes ago."

"Thank you, Brett," Oliver called as he was pushed away into the room.

Brett stood at the entrance of the room as the doctors and nurses began to work-up Oliver Guthrie. She didn't know what to think or what had happened, she was just happy it was over.