Part 3

**Notes** Thank you once again for all of the feedback. It fuels me to write more when I get so many great comments and kudos. I have even been reading other stories dedicated to Brettsey and rewatching some of Season 8 to help me great into the zone. Yes, every scene in this story is going to be important.

I received a comment about the scene in Matt's office that he wouldn't take her hand at the beginning of Season Nine. Well, he was more of trying to comfort her and put his hand over the back of her hand. He has hugged her many times, so I think at this point in time, he would make the move.

I am going to try and write longer chapters. This means it might be a day or more until chapters are posted. I tend to write as I go, then post the chapters. All mistakes are mine, but I do have my husband read through the chapters at times to fix any technical errors. **

Five hours into the shift at Firehouse 51, Truck 81, Squad 3, and Ambo 61 were called onto an industrial accident at W. 16th Street. The crew had been just sitting down for lunch when they were called out.

Brett stood by the rest of the crew in awe as Severide, Casey, Cruz, Mouch, and Hermann helped pull a man from underneath a fallen beam. As the man of fifty was pulled out from the wreckage, Brett and Henderson went to work trying to get the man's leg stabilized. Once they walked towards the ambulance, Brett grew tense. Something was wrong as she came closer to the ambulance - the back door was open.

"Henderson, did you open the door before we went on scene," Brett asked if she knew the answer. The doors were slightly ajar, and Brett tensed up immediately.

"No. Did you," Henderson answered looking over to his partner.

"Let's just get the patient too med," Brett stated as she opened the doors farther and began to step into the ambulance.

Her eyes immediately went to the picture on the bench where she usually sat. She picked up the picture and shook her head.

"What's going on," Kidd wondered as she came upon the ambulance noticing her friend.

"The back doors were open and it looks like something was left for Brett," Henderson announced to Kidd.

"Girl, what is it," Kidd questioned noticing how quiet and stiff Brett had become. "Do I need to call Casey or Severide over?"

It took a few seconds for Brett to realize what she needed to do. Her job was to take care of the patient, that was what she was going to do.

"It's fine, Kidd," she muttered as she moved over starting to work again on the patient. "I'll see you at the firehouse."

"Okay."

Minutes later the ambulance drove off with Henderson in the driver's seat and Brett in the back with the fifty-year-old man who had a broken tibia The leg was wrapped to stop blood flow, Brett gave the patient 50 mcg fentanyl to control the pain.

Brett hid the picture in one of the pockets in her trauma pants. She couldn't think of who was doing this to her. Who sent her the roses? Who took the picture? Did they follow her on all of her calls? All she wanted to do was fall - fall into bed, fall into Matt's arms, maybe even fall into bed with Matt.

She had to stop thinking like that. Falling into bed with Matt wasn't the answer. He was one of her closest friends and she was frightened that if it didn't work out between them that they would lose that friendship.

Brett had to concentrate on the task at hand. Forget all of it, forget the flowers, forget the picture - just forget.

In the truck on the way back to Firehouse 51, Kidd knew she had to speak up. Remembering the way Brett acted in the ambulance, the way she had stiffened up and couldn't turn around to look at her friend. The picture in the ambulance scared the daylights out of Brett and Kidd needed help.

"Captain, when Brett gets back, can you check in on her," she requested as she looked briefly over at her Captain in the front passenger seat.

"Kidd, what happened," Casey questioned as he grabbed the handle on the door and squeezed it.

"The ambo doors were open when they walked up to it. Brett also found a picture in the back that frightened her," Kidd explained. "She stiffened right up and it took her a few seconds to gain her composure. I know the two of you are close, and you can get through her more than I can."

"Okay," he said, looking out the window watching the city street flash before him.

Earlier in his office, they had a moment together. They always had moments together but were interrupted many times. He knew how he felt about her, although he was never sure about what to do with those feelings. Matt Casey had been hurt before, rushing into relationships without thinking it through all the way. He did it with Dawson and with Hailie years ago. Yes, Gabby and he were friends before they jumped into a relationship. Gabby would always jump without looking or wondering what he would think about it; and he was more of a thinker. He had to think things through in relationships because in his profession if you stopped to think it could cost someone their life.

It had taken Brett and Henderson longer than they had hoped at Chicago Med. When they pulled up into the firehouse over an hour after the others, Brett noticed Casey standing against the truck with one foot on the tire and the other leg planted firmly on the cement.

She should have figured Kidd would tell Casey about what happened. Her cell phone rang as she walked towards him. Hoping it wasn't anything important she answered her phone while putting up her finger to Casey, to hold on a minute.

"Hello," she answered. On the other end, she just heard heavy breathing. "Hello, is anyone there?"

"Did you get my presents," the male voice asked. "I hope you like them."

"Who is this," Brett wondered stiffening up instantly.

"I'll see you soon, angel," the voice replied before disconnecting the call.

Brett stood there in horror at what just happened. She was scared for her life. Who was this man sending these gifts to her?

"Talk to me, Sylvie," Casey begged as he put his hands upon her shoulders. "What's going on?"

"Not here," she muddled with tears starting to fall. "Someone more private?"

Henderson had walked by them, he knew that Captain Casey and Brett were close. How close, it didn't matter to him as long as it didn't involve her work. He had his own family troubles to deal with, so he finished the paperwork and walked towards the common room.

"My office," Casey whispered as he looked down at her.

"No, anywhere but your office," she responded quickly before pulling away from him.

Casey reached for her hand and she stopped, turned around, and looked at their hands. Casey led her to the turnout room where all of the firefighters kept their gear. It was the only private place near them.

After they sat down next together on the bench, he kept quiet as their hands were still joined together. He knew something was seriously wrong, something had her terrified.

"There is nothing to be scared of, I'm right here," he told her as he looked down at their joined hands. "I'll keep you safe. Tell me, please."

She reached into the pocket of her pants and took the picture out. Brett showed him.

"It's a picture of us in my office," he stated obviously. "Is this from earlier today?"

"Yeah, I found it in the back of the ambo after the last call. Someone put it in there while we were inside the warehouse. "Matt, someone is watching me."

"I didn't want to go back into your office unless he was still out there. He took these pictures outside from the bushes that go along the back of the building."

"Was that him on the phone a moment ago," he asked as he looked closer at the picture. In the picture, Casey had his hand over her's while she sat at the edge of his desk. If it had been anyone else taking the picture, it would have been a sweet moment of two people who cared deeply for one another. Instead, the picture made him feel violated because it was such a cherished moment.

"Yes, he said he will be seeing me again. I think he is the one who sent the flowers this morning."

"Did you recognize the voice," he asked squeezing her hand again.

"No. Matt, do you have any idea how many patients I see during one shift."

"I have an idea. Maybe we should go to the police about this," he suggested. "They could figure out who it is stalking you."

"What can they do? It's not like he knows where I live and how they are supposed to find him. Plus it's just some pictures and gifts."

"Then why are you so shaken," he wondered knowing the answer. "If you don't go to the police then I am not going to leave your sight."

"Matt, what about if we get a call. You can't watch me twenty-four seven."

He would watch over her. He would do anything for her. He would give his life for her. Sylvie Brett meant everything to him.

"Then I think we need to tell the Chief," he admitted realizing that she needed to feel safe at work.

"Matt," she sighed as her shoulders sagged. She had so many emotions running through her - anger, sadness, loyalty, and beloved.

"Sylvie, how can I keep you safe if I know there is someone out there following you on calls, taking pictures of you - of us, calling you, and sending you gifts."

"Fine, we can tell the Chief," she whispered looking down at her feet.

She didn't want to argue with Casey. She felt drained, confused, and suddenly needed something.

"Can you just hold me for a moment before we go," she murmured hoping he would say yes, but expecting him to say no.

He let go of her hand immediately and put his arm around her. She leaned into his arm and felt the kiss on her forehead. She suddenly felt warmer, safer, and at ease.

"You make everything better, Matt," she murmured in his shoulder.

"I try," he answered back. "For you, I try."

They sat on that bench together for what seemed to be an eternity. He made her feel things she had not felt in a very long time or if ever. He was her closest friend, but he was something else also. Matt made her feel like she was the only woman in the world. She could tell him anything, she trusted him with her life. She just hoped it wouldn't come to either of them losing their life.