Every Breath You Take

Part 2 Speechless

*Notes** All I can say is thank you at the bottom of my heart for all of the feedback, kudos, and bookmarks. I think this has to be one of my most popular stories so far. Is that the reason, I write? No, but it does make me feel good to know people are reading and liking my story.

I did forget to put where this story is taking place. It is set at the beginning of Season Nine since Foster has already left. Yes, I am taking everything that has happened on the show into consideration on writing this, so our dear Otis is still gone.

Dawson will be mentioned at one point. Am I a fan of Dawson? Well, I did love how independent and fierce she was, but it doesn't always work in a relationship when you don't take into consideration your partner. I think that is what Dawson tended to do. It is one reason why Dawsey didn't work, in my opinion. Now onto the greatness that is Brettsey.***

A couple of days after the head-on collision, Brett walked into Firehouse 51 for her shift. She needed coffee. It had been a great weekend off, but it had been exhausting. Now here she was back at Firehouse 51 with her family. She looked around the common room looking for a certain blond that made her heart flutter a bit every time he looked at her. When she couldn't locate him, she made her way into the locker room to finish getting ready for her shift.

Kidd stood by her locker when Brett entered the locker room. Her dear friend and the only other female at Firehouse 51, Stella Kid had her long black hair tied up in a ponytail. Her laughter and antics made Brett smile remembering their fun when Brett's former partner, Emily Foster was still with them. It had been a while since Kidd and Brett had a girl's night, a long time actually since Foster left. Maybe it was something they should do soon if Kidd had time between working at Molly's and spending time with Severide.

"Brett, girl, how has it been," Kidd asked as she shut her locker.

"Great. I was just thinking that we haven't had a girl's night in awhile. How about we do something after the next shift," Brett wondered needing something to keep her mind off of the past weekend's events.

"I would love to, but Kelly wanted to do something since I worked all weekend at Molly's," Kidd responded as she stood in front of her friend. "How about the three of us do something?"

"I don't feel like being a third wheel."

"Well then, how about we ask Casey to come with us? We could go dancing or maybe a game night at their place," Kidd suggested remembering how Brett felt about Captain Casey.

"I don't know, Kidd," Brett stammered. "I'll think about it."

Kidd left the locker room after that and Brett finished putting her things away in her locker. She wasn't sure how she felt about Captain Matt Casey. He was one of her closest friends these days. He was good-looking that was for sure, and the way he looked at her sent butterflies straight to her stomach. When he smiled at her, she felt like she could float away. Yet, she was afraid to ever cross that line with him. He was her former partner's ex-husband. Gabby Dawson had been her partner and best friend for quite a few years. She knew the girl code, don't mess with an ex of your friend. Yet when was the last time, Gabby called or even showed up in Chicago. She didn't even make time for Otis' funeral last year. No one really talked about Gabby anymore, and Brett was sure that Casey had moved on. Although Gabby was gone, Brett was a decent person who couldn't bring herself to break that unspeakable code. She wasn't even sure if Casey even felt that way about her. They were friends, close friends. Why risk losing that?

A few minutes later everyone had gathered in the conference room to listen to Chief Boden with his announcements for the upcoming shift. When he finished the crew of Firehouse 51 emptied the conference room. Brett let everyone else exit the room leaving her alone.

Casey stood in the doorway of the conference room and looked back to see Brett still sitting at the table. It had been the first time he was really able to see her since the shift today. Her blond hair shined in the sunlight like an angel from heaven. He couldn't help but grin at the courageous, compassionate woman before him.

"What are you smiling at," Brett asked as she came up to him lost in thought.

He hadn't even noticed that she had stood up and walked up to him. He was too busy thinking of things he would love to do with her.

"You," he answered as he blushed and looked down at the floor. "Do you know how amazing you are, Sylvie Brett?"

"Matt," she murmured remembering what she was day-dreaming about moments earlier. They were moving slightly closer when suddenly the bells went off interrupting their moment.

The crew of Firehouse 51 entered the station an hour later after a house fire where a family of four survived without any injuries. When the ambulance pulled up behind the firetrucks, Brett noticed a delivery man walking into the station with a big bouquet of roses.

"I'm looking for Sylvie Brett," the deliveryman said as the men exited the firetrucks.

Severide looked over towards his best friend, Casey, who took off his boots. Casey's head shot up at hearing Brett's name.

"White roses for Brett," Kidd commented. "Wow, Casey, you outdid yourself."

"Actually it's eleven white roses and one red rose in the middle," the deliveryman mentioned. "The sender specified that there had to be one red rose inside."

"It wasn't me," Casey responded as the ambulance stopped inside the station. He looked across the station at Brett who had been driving. He shrugged his shoulders in disbelief that someone had sent Brett flowers. He knew she deserved flowers, that woman deserved the sun and the moon, but it wasn't him.

"Brett, do you have a secret admirer that we don't know about," Cruz questioned as he walked towards his former roommate.

"What," Brett wondered walking up to the rest of the crew.

"The flowers are for you," Casey declared looking intently into her eyes trying to see some type of reaction.

"Me," she shrugged as she looked at the delivery man. "Who would send me flowers?"

"I don't know, I just deliver," the deliveryman replied. He handed the flowers to Brett and she took a dozen roses into her arms.

The deliveryman stood there waited for his tip with his hand out. Casey reached in his back pocket and grabbed a five-dollar bill out of his wallet, handed it to the deliveryman, and stepped away headed for the common room.

Brett stood there with the flowers in her hand looking around for a card. Nothing. No card. She couldn't fathom on who would send her flowers unless it was Casey. They had been getting closer lately. Was this his way of showing her that he was ready for something more?

Ten minutes later after Brett had put the roses into the water, she looked around for Casey. She had to know if he was her secret admirer.

"Who were the flowers from," Kidd asked as Brett walked by.

"Not sure. No card," Brett answered briefly before searching for the Captain of Firehouse 51.

She found him in his office with the door shut. She shook her head at the sight of the heartfelt man with the broad shoulders, piercing blue eyes, and muscular arms that she fit into perfectly. They had shared hugs before and he had even kissed her a few times on her forehead. Deep down she wanted more, yet she struggled with the complications it could bring.

Brett knocked on his door lightly.

"Come in," he stated without looking up.

She moved inside his small office that looked out into the sleeping quarters. She left the door open and sat on the corner of his desk.

"This might be a strange question," she began, "but did you send me the roses."

He stopped writing mid-stroke when he heard her voice.

"No," he murmured. "If I sent you flowers, I would know to send you lilies - not roses."

"Oh," she stammered. "I didn't think you remembered my favorite flower."

"I remember everything about you, Sylvie," he admitted putting his hand over her hand that was on his desk. "I know things have been strange between us lately."

"You can say that again," she muttered as she looked down at their hands. He squeezed her hand making her heart flutter.

Neither of them noticed the figure hidden outside the firehouse window shooting pictures of the two of them. The young man clenched his teeth at the closeness between his angel and the man beside her. They were holding hands and it made the steam come out of his ears. He was angry at his angel for being so close to the blond man in the white polo shirt. He would make both of them notice him that was for sure.

"Until next time, my angel," he demanded as he put his camera away and left his hiding place behind the bushes outside Firehouse 51.