Every Breath You Take
Part 5 Calling All Angels
**Notes** Sorry there were no chapters over the past two days. Weekends are really crazy at my house with everyone being home. My 6-year-old daughter likes to fight with me for my laptop and my 14-year-old was camping.
I have this story outlined for a few more chapters with some surprises here and there. I tend to think of scenes during the day before I even start working on it that I would like to happen, I write them on my outline, then at times, I forget to put them in the chapter I go back and make sure those little scenes appear in the next chapter. So I have many scenes in this story I want to accomplish and at times I am not even sure where I will put them all.
Thank you again for all of the comments. I have also been reading a lot of Brettsey fics, so I get inspiration from those. And again, all errors are mine.**
It had been a couple of hours before the crew of Firehouse 51 returned to the station. By the time Brett and Henderson had dropped the patient off at Med and the rest of the crew had cleaned up at the accident; the ambulance had pulled into the bay five minutes after the rest of the crew.
All Brett wanted was a shower after a patient threw up on her a couple of times. She smelled horrible and needed to change her clothes. Henderson pulled the ambulance into the bay and Brett jumped right out, walked right past everyone taking off their turn-out gear.
"What is that smell," Hermann asked as Brett walked by him.
"Don't ask," Brett muffed in a terrible mood.
"The patient was so drunk that he threw up on Brett a few times in the back of the ambulance," Henderson mentioned seconds later as he came up to Hermann.
"If he was so drunk, he should not have been driving," Kidd replied, shaking her head in disgust. "I mean Squad could have been seriously hurt getting that guy out of his car from the lake."
Casey stood there as everyone headed towards the common room. He had watched Brett make a beeline for the showers. He had heard overheard Henderson about the patient in the ambulance and felt horrible for the day Brett was having. He needed to do something; anything to brighten her day and make her feel better about this stalker business.
They only had eight hours left of their shift; the night shift and hopefully it wouldn't be too busy so everyone could get some sleep. As he took off his boots and turnouts, he didn't notice the dark sedan pull up to the station or the two officers exit the car.
"Casey," someone said from the entrance to the station.
"Jay, what's up? Did you find anything out about Brett's stalker," he questioned as he reached out to shake the detective in the Intelligence Unit.
"Actually, we did. And it's not good news," Hailey Upton announced, standing beside her partner. "Where's Brett?"
"We just got back from a guy who crashed his car into the lake. He was so drunk that he threw up a couple of times in the back of the ambo on Brett," Casey explained. "She's in the shower."
"We need to let her know about this guy," Jay Halstead. "How about we meet you in Chief Boden's office in five?"
"No problem, I'll go get Brett," Casey responded as Casey, Halstead, and Hailey walked through the doorway.
Brett felt filthy, angry, and annoyed. She wished she was anywhere else but at the station right now. She tugged at her clothes and threw them on the floor as she stomped her feet into the shower stall. The water hit her in all the right places as she scrubbed the disgusting vomit off her body. She washed her hair and let the water drench over her body. The tightness in her shoulders was disappearing and she unclenched her jaw. Within seconds of the water spilling over her head; she stiffened as she heard the notes play.
"Is someone there," Brett asked, turning off the water.
She could hear the melody of the music but wasn't sure where it was coming from. It was playing "Calling All Angels" by Train, she had remembered that song was popular over a decade ago. Brett grabbed the towel wrapping it over her petite frame and exited the shower stall.
"Hello," Brett said, rubbing the back of her neck and feeling the sweat on her forehead. "Is anyone out here."
The music began to get a little louder and she felt frightened as she walked out of the shower area, her eyes darting from one corner to another. Her pulse quickened as she breathed heavily and walked into the locker room. She looked down one aisle of lockers, then the next as slowly tiptoed to the final row of lockers she ran into a solid muscular form.
"Casey," Brett yelped as he grabbed her arms before she fell back.
"What's wrong," Casey asked as he could tell how frightened she was.
"I was taking a shower," she cringed pulling the towel tighter around her body.
"I can tell," he bemused with a soft expression across his face.
Brett brushed a stray piece of wet hair behind her ear and blushed. Being this close to Casey in nothing but a towel began to make her nervous and desired. She forgot a moment that had made her come out into the locker room.
"Detective Halstead and Upton are here to see you. They have information on Oliver Guthrie," Casey mentioned as she stepped back again from him. Brett began to look around and relived the moment in the shower stall minutes earlier.
"Someone was playing music while I was in the shower. Casey, someone was near the stalls while I was in there," Brett confessed, looking down at her feet.
"What," Casey fumed as he brushed past her and marched over to the stalls. He went to each stall and pulled the curtain back on each one and as he tore open the curtain to the last stall he found what he was looking for.
"Grab me a dry towel, please," Casey asked Brett.
She grabbed a towel from the shelves around the corner and he wrapped the cellphone that had a picture of Brett as the wallpaper into the towel.
"I'll have Halstead and Upton take a look at this," Casey expressed. "How about you get dressed and meet me in the Chief's office in five."
"Can you stay close," Brett begged, looking up at Casey. "I don't want to be alone after what happened."
"I'll stand at the entrance of the locker room," he affirmed, touching her left arm. "I won't leave you."
"Thanks."
Six minutes later Brett and Casey entered Chief Boden's office with Halstead and Upton standing in front of the desk. Casey held the towel in his hand that contained the cellphone and Brett was visibly shaken with she was going through.
"You might want to sit down for this," Upton requested, leading Brett to the couch in the Chief's office. Upton sat next to Brett while Casey stood by Halstead.
"We told the Chief already on what we found out about Guthrie," Halstead told Casey as the men looked down at Brett.
"The woman in the passenger seat of the accident was June Harrison, a jewelry designer from Winnetka. "She had a PPO on Oliver Guthrie as of last month. She disappeared from her work over a week ago."
"He said that June was his girlfriend," Brett stammered, putting her hands on her knees.
"Well, they did go out a couple of times from the looks of it, but that was it. We are not sure how they met, but you are not the first victim of Guthrie's," Halstead explained. "And neither was June. We found PPO for him for at least three other women."
"June didn't die from the accident," Upton mentioned as she put her hand on Brett's. "She was drugged with oxycodone and likely died before she was put into the car."
"Oh god," Brett sighed, her head falling into the palms of her hand.
"What are you doing to locate him," Casey demanded, worried about Brett's safety. He couldn't imagine what this maniac would do if he got his hands on Brett.
"That is where it gets tricky," Halstead replied. "He has disappeared, no bank transactions or credit card. He worked at a cybersecurity firm until three weeks ago as a data security specialist. He has some major hacking skills and I think that is how he has been able to be two steps ahead of the police."
"What should I do," Brett questioned. "He probably knows where I live then."
"Is there someplace you can stay," Upton wondered. "It isn't safe for you to be alone, right now."
"She can stay at my place," Casey interrupted without missing a beat.
"Casey, you live with Severide," Chief reminded the Captain.
"Exactly," Casey stated. "Nothing can happen to her with Severide, Kidd, and I around."
Brett couldn't believe what Casey had suggested. She knew Casey would do anything for her, but staying with him was a bit too much, too fast. Or was it? All of this was too much. She couldn't breathe. Her heart was beating out of her chest. She needed air. She wanted this to be over. Sylvie Brett did not need a stalker, right now, while she was fighting with her feelings for Casey.
Brett got up from the couch and ran out of the office. She wanted to explode, she wanted to be anywhere but at the firehouse. Yet, she knew she had nowhere to go.
Casey just stood there and watched Brett run out of the office. Maybe he crossed the line, moved too fast, or maybe he knew exactly what he was doing.
"I'll go check on her," Upton proclaimed as she stood up and exited the office leaving the three men.
"We found a cellphone in one of the shower stalls earlier. It looks like Guthrie must have snuck in the firehouse while we were out on that last call," Casey informed Chief and Halstead, unwrapping the towel on the Chief's desk. "He scared the hell out of Brett by playing a song while she was in the shower."
"I can't have my people frightened in their own firehouse," Chief demanded. "See, if your people can locate this man. I will not have their lives in danger while they do their jobs. This is supposed to be their home away from home."
"Chief, I will go over this place with a fine-tooth comb and see if he left anything else for Brett. All of us in Intelligence will be working on this and locate this scum before he hurts Brett," Halstead told them. "Don't worry, Casey, we will make sure we have a crew on your place and at Brett's, just in case."
A few minutes later Hailey found Brett in one of the conference rooms sitting by herself. Hailey knocked on the door making Brett jump.
"It's just me," Hailey responded, walking into the room.
"I can't believe this is happening to me," Brett confessed. "What did I do for this man to become obsessed with me?"
"You didn't do anything. Men like this would fall for you for making the smallest gesture like asking them 'How was your day'. He will be caught and we will do everything in our power to make sure of that," Hailey informed her, sitting at the edge of the table in front of Brett. "Plus you have a noble, resourceful Captain to look after you."
"Casey doesn't need to be babysitting me," Brett commented. "I know he is doing this because he feels sorry for me."
"The last thing that man feels for you is sorry," Haille retorted. "He adores you and anyone with eyes can see that. Let him assist you and maybe this will be the one thing that finally gets the two of you together."
"What are you saying?"
"I'm saying, stay with him, everyone knows that the two of you have feelings for one another," Hailey informed Brett. "We have known for the past year and a half."
"Fine. I'll go tell Casey as soon as you tell Halstead how you feel," Brett retorted, realizing that two could play at this game.
"This isn't about me or Jay, it's about you and Casey," Hailey responded as she played with the bottom of her shirt.
"What's going on," Kidd asked as she stepped into the room.
"Oh nothing, just making a little wager with Hailey," Brett said with a smile.
Maybe the day, Brett admitted her feelings for Casey, Hailey would admit her feelings for Jay. Yup, over the past couple of years Intelligence and Firehouse 51 had spent many hours together at Molly's. Many of their friends knew that Hailey had a thing for her partner, but Hailey wouldn't make a move. Brett wondered if all of this craziness called her life would bring her closer to Casey. Then she could work on her friends getting together. First, they needed to find Oliver Guthrie and stop him from causing any more havoc.
"Upton, we better get back to the station," Halstead announced, poking his head into the conference room.
"Just remember what I said. Let him help you," Hailey reminded Brett as she squeezed her friend's shoulder and left.
Brett sat there and watched her friends leave and in her peripheral vision she noticed Casey leaning up against the wall with his arms crossed his chest watching her. She shook her head in amazement at what he would do to keep her safe. Now all they had to do was get through the rest of their shift without incident.