Every Breath You Take

Part 6 Say Something

**Notes** Thank you so much for all of the feedback. When I see the feedback, I try to respond to all of them to show how much I appreciate it. It is what keeps me going and trying to write a chapter so quickly. I know that my descriptions are not always the best, but I enjoy writing and the storylines I think of.

Sorry, this is late again. I actually woke up early to finish writing this chapter. Life with two daughters, a husband, and a house to run gets a bit busy. By the way, I have tons of ideas for our favorite couple and will be writing more stories. This story might just be the first in a series or just write separate stories. Not sure yet.

Once again all errors are mine. Sometimes I forget to beta-read my story, but I do run it through Grammarly every time. Enjoy**

The night had been quiet with only one call for Ambo and a house fire where everyone got out safely. Brett had sat on her bed for what seemed hours, not being able to sleep. She would look all around the bunk room jumping at the slightest sound. After a couple of hours of this, Casey had noticed Brett sitting up in her bed. He wasn't really tired either, so he had worked on paperwork.

"Brett," Casey murmured from his office door, waving at her to come to his office.

She crawled out of her bed, walked over to his office as he leaned against the doorway.

"I have tons of paperwork to do, so I'm not going to be sleeping anytime soon. How about you sleep in here? It's quieter and I'll be right here if you need me," Casey suggested as he looked into her deep blue eyes.

"I don't know, what if Boden finds out," Brett asked.

"He knows what is going on and would probably be happier if you got some sleep, then sitting up jumping at every sound, including Mouch snoring," Casey responded with a smile across his face. "Come on, I'll just use the light above the desk."

Brett didn't want to intrude, but she was tired. It had been a long day and her body was aching and stiff. Her eyes were heavy and being out in the open with the rest of the crew was keeping her awake. She couldn't get comfortable in her bunk and it was driving her crazy.

"Okay," Brett agreed as she walked into Casey's office. He closed the door to his office and closed the blinds. He wanted her to sleep and not be able to look out towards the dark bunk room where anyone could be hiding.

Within minutes of crawling into Casey's bed under the covers, Brett was fast asleep. Casey would look back at the sleeping beauty every so often. He had remembered a line from an older couple he had saved from a fire years ago that you know you love someone when you can spend the entire night just sitting by the fire watching them sleep. There was no fire around, luckily, but Casey knew that deep within his heart that he was in love with Sylvie Brett. He never thought he would feel this way again after Gabriela Dawson stomped on his heart and left him high and dry. It took time with Sylvie, it took them being friends, to being the one person they can count on the most. Now he knew how he felt, he had to make sure he did this right and took his time. Casey didn't want to mess this up with such an amazing, breathtaking woman, who needed him.

Five hours later Brett's eyes opened; she was confused about where she was for a moment until she looked over at the muscular figure who was fast asleep at his desk. Checking her watch she couldn't believe she had slept that long, she felt better - rested. Brett stood up, stretched, and made up Casey's bed. Then she went over to him, leaned over his desk fast asleep. She wondered how long he had been asleep and she was wondered if waking him up was a good idea. Brett couldn't help herself as she ran her hand through his sleek golden hair and kissed his cheek that wasn't pressed against his desk.

Brett opened the door slightly making sure that no one would see her sneak out of his office. She sighed a breath of relief as she was able to close the door without waking up Casey and stood against the door.

"Well, if it isn't Sylvie Brett," Severide chuckled as he leaned against his doorframe in his office which was next to Casey's.

Brett jumped at the sound of Severide but put her finger up to her lip to be quiet. She strolled over to Severide and stood before him.

"It isn't what you think," Brett stated quietly trying not to wake anyone else up.

"How do you know what I think," Severide retorted with a smile.

"Because I know Kidd and the two of you think that something is going on between Casey and me," she explained, shaking her head.

"You can't tell me that you don't have feelings for our great Captain Casey," Severide wondered, watching the petite frame before him.

"I need coffee," Brett responded. "Walk with me to the common room and I will tell you why I was sleeping in Casey's office."

"You still didn't answer my question," Severide replied as he followed Brett.

In the common room, Severide grabbed his secret stash of coffee, the rich Arabian flavor that was expensive yet so worth it. Brett sat at the round table behind the couch with her elbows on the table watching Severide. Even though she had gotten plenty of sleep, the smell of Severide's coffee made her drool.

"So what is going on with you and Casey," Severide asked a couple of minutes later putting two mugs of coffee on the table.

"Do you remember the flowers that arrived yesterday morning," Sylvie asked.

"Yeah, all of us thought they were from Casey," Severide responded before taking a sip of his coffee.

"Well, Casey confirmed that they weren't from him. They were actually from a patient I saved our last shift. Since then he has called my cell, left pictures of Casey and me in the back of the Ambo, and was in the firehouse leaving me little mementos. He even sent me a snowglobe of Chicago that was rigged to cover the city in blood instead of snow," Brett explained with the details of just the past twenty-four hours.

"Wow," Severide replied. "Did you go to the police?"

"The Chief called Intelligence and they came by the firehouse with the information they were able to find. The guy had many PPO against him and his last victim, it looks like he kidnapped her and killed her. The detectives don't want me to go back to my place because they figure the guy has my address."

"Well, you can come to stay with us. I am sure Casey and Kidd won't mind," Severide said with a smile.

"Funny you say that Casey already volunteered your place," Brett responded taking another sip of her coffee.

"Stay as long as you need," Severide replied drinking his coffee.

"That is what I was saying," Casey responded as he strolled into the common room. Casey stood next to Brett and hugged her shoulders, kissed the top of her head, and then grabbed some coffee. "How did you sleep?"

"I should be asking you the same thing," Brett commented. "The desk probably wasn't the most comfortable place to sleep."

"It's not the first time, won't be the last," Casey retorted as he sat down next to her.

"I'm going to go," Severide mentioned, "let the two of you be alone."

"You don't need to go," Brett said as matter of fact.

"Yeah, I wanted to talk to you about keeping an eye on Brett later while I work on a house this afternoon," Casey requested.

"I don't need a babysitter, Matt," Brett reacted. "I don't mind coming with you to work on the house anyway."

"Really," Casey returned in shock.

"You know I like the home improvement shows," Brett acknowledged as she stood up and put her mug in the sink. "I think it would be fun."

"The two of you are adorable," Severide laughed before standing up. "I'm heading back to my office."

"I'll follow you to your place after shift to get your things," Casey said drinking his coffee.

Suddenly the common room was starting to fill up with Mouch, Ritter, and Gallo coming in from the bunk room. Mouch made his way to his spot on the couch while Ritter and Gallo grabbed some coffee.

"It's too early," Kidd stumbled into the room. "Coffee, please?"

"I heard you are coming to stay with us for a few days," Kidd stated seconds later after grabbing her mug and sitting down on the other side of Brett.

"Why are you staying at Severide's? Something wrong with your place," Herman wondered coming into the room.

"No," Brett replied, not wanting to tell them about the stalker.

"Yes," Casey responded, grabbing Brett's hand. "They should know, Brett."

"OMG," Kidd squealed with delight, "the two of you finally admitted your feelings for one another."

"What feelings," Mouch wondered, turning around to the group behind him.

Brett let go of Matt's hand and covered her face with her hands in despair. This isn't how it was supposed to go, she thought.

"Yeah, what feelings," Casey wondered, looking over at Brett. He knew how he felt about Brett, but he didn't realize she had felt the same way. Did she also care for him more than just a friend?

"I have a stalker. He is the one sending the gifts and leaving pictures in the Ambo," Brett confessed taking her hands away from her face.

"Is that the reason you slept in Casey's office," Kidd asked with a sheepish grin across her face.

"Yes," Casey responded. "Somehow the guy was in the firehouse at one point and left something for Brett in the showers."

"What," Gallo wondered sitting down at their table "How did he get into the firehouse?"

"We think it was when we were on a call," Casey mentioned. "We need to keep an eye out for any strangers in the firehouse and around the Ambo when we are on a call."

"I'm so sorry, Brett," Kidd apologized reaching over for Brett's hand. "That's why you are coming to stay with us."

"Yeah, Intelligence doesn't want me to stay at my place alone and believes the guy has my address," Brett responded in frustration. She loved her friends, but her way of living was changing. She wanted the comfort of her bed surrounded by her things. Yet, the apartment was so empty lately with Foster gone.

"Well, we will do whatever needs to be done to make sure you are protected," Ritter said coming up to the table.

An hour later the crew was walking out of the firehouse for the end of their shift. It had been a long shift for Brett, and all she wanted was some sort of normalcy. She walked out with Casey beside her.

"Remember, I'll follow you to your place," Casey told Brett.

"You might want to rethink that, Captain," Gallo stated as he ran up to the two of them. Gallo pointed over to Brett's car.

"No," Brett growled at the word Whore written across it in red paint, the tires slashed, and the windows smashed.

"We will get it taken care of," Casey stated. "I'll drive you to your place and while I drive you can call Upton to get a police report and then call your insurance."

"What did I do to deserve this," Brett cried, shaking slightly before Casey put his arms around her.

"It will be okay," Casey responded. "We will find this guy."

Brett wasn't sure anymore. In twenty-four hours the stalker went from calling her angel and sending cute gifts to slashing her tires and calling her a whore. What would be next? Was her life in danger and would her friends be safe? She couldn't fathom losing any of her friends especially Matt Casey and he would do anything to protect her. Maybe, it was the time that Brett did something about this stalker and stop being a victim.