Sylvie couldn't look Matt in the eye anymore. Ever since she realised she has feelings for him, she began avoiding him at all costs. She didn't even know why she was avoiding him. When her feelings became clear the day after shift, she drove straight home and started panicking.

Brett knew it was okay to have feelings for him, it's not a crime, but she couldn't help but feel like she was betraying her friendship with Gabby. If one of her friends had feelings for someone she deeply, undeniably loved once, she would want them to be straight forward and upfront about it with her.

That's when she decided. She wouldn't act on her feelings with Matt until she had spoken to Gabby. She knew she didn't have to, but she did have to. For her own piece of mind.

Brett was in the rig of the ambulance alone, needing privacy. She had told everyone she was going to clean it, but she just needed time to gather her thoughts before speaking to her old partner.

Staring down at the bright screen of her mobile phone resting in the palm of her hand, eyes focused on the name and number visible on the screen, Sylvie taps her thumb on the 'call' icon, putting the phone straight to her ear.

The ringing started and carried on for 10 seconds before the door to the rig opened, revealing Casey.

With no thoughts but panic, Brett quickly presses the red end call button, and in her moment of panic, drops her phone to the ground.

"Hey, woah. Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." Casey says as he reaches out to retrieve her phone.

Before he could reach it, Sylvie grabs it and shoves it into her jacket pocket, all the while, avoiding eye contact with him. Matt seems to realise.

"Brett. You okay?" he asks, a concern expression appears on his face.

Sylvie doesn't answer him.

"Sylvie? Look, I'm sorry I scared you. Really." Casey apologises again but all Sylvie does is look away however she gives him a slight nod, letting him know she's heard him.

"Gallo and Ritter made lunch, everyone's inside eating. I just came out to get you because I remembered you didn't have a chance to have breakfast this morning."

Brett didn't respond straight away. She thought he's just leave after telling her about lunch, but he was still there, looking at her worriedly.

"Thanks, but I'm busy." Sylvie told him in a small, quiet voice, but clear enough for Matt to hear.

Still, Casey didn't leave, instead, he started to climb up into the rig just before Brett exploded.

"Casey, I told you I'm busy. Can you just- can you just leave. Please." This time Brett looked Casey right into his eyes, letting him know she was serious.

Deep down Brett felt guilty, wanting to reach out and apologise but she couldn't. she physically couldn't. Sylvie knew that if she carried on acting this way – cold, she might end up losing him. But she just needed to speak to Gabby. She had to.

Matt was startled at Brett's outburst and instead of saying anything, he just nodded, climbed out of the rig, gently shut the door and walked off.

Full of regret, Brett put her head in her hands and rubbed her face. She didn't mean to explode on him, she just couldn't be around him. Not right now.

Thankfully the alarm came on, letting Sylvie run away from her problems for at least an hour.

After ambo's call, Foster was putting the vehicle in park, jumping out and looking at Sylvie expectantly.

"You coming, partner?"

"Um, you go ahead, just want to make a call first." Foster nodded, leaving Brett in her seat, going for round 2 of a call for Gabby.

However, just before she could even press the call button, the alarm sounded again. Foster came back hopping into the driver's seat, turning on the vehicle before being the first to drive off.

Casey was just climbing into Truck before peering into ambo 61 before it left. He saw Brett look down at her phone with a sigh, reluctantly putting it in her pocket again.

What was going on with her? Was she expecting a call? From who? Or was she trying to call someone? Matt didn't know what had gotten into Sylvie these past couple days, but he was determined to find out.

Casey got into his Truck seat, banged the side of his door to signal for them to go.

The whole shift was just back to back call. More ambo than the rest.

And the whole shift was Brett ignoring Casey and attempting to ring Gabby.

Everytime she had taken her phone out, either the alarm sounded or someone walked in. all she needed was at least 15 minutes talking to Dawson. When she wasn't trying to ring her, all she could think about it the different possibilities of how their conversation would go. Would their friendship be over? Would Gabby hate her? Would she be supportive? Would she confess that she's still in love with him?

Shaking her head with nervousness, doubt and guilt, she sat in the passenger seat of the ambo (it's where she has been sitting when they weren't on call. It gave her privacy and time to think. The only time she would go into the firehouse is if she needed the toilet. That is the extent she is going through to avoid everyone – especially Matt).

It was 8:45pm and their 24 hour shift finished at 8am. With everyone well rested, most of 51 were now at Molly's. Matt was sitting at the bar, looking around at everyone before his eyes rested on Sylvie. Still, she had her phone out, playing with it absentmindedly as she looked ahead, zoned out, ignoring the world around her.

"Casey. You good?" Herrmann asked, bringing Matt's attention back to reality.

"Herrmann. Can you get me a glass of rose?" Matt asked nonchalantly.

"Rose? You? You sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure."

After Herrmann poured the glass, Matt began to head over to Sylvie.

She was still playing with her phone before her expression changed. Her eyes grew big, looking down at her phone screen as someone began to call her. Quickly, she grabbed her coat and bag and left the bar.

Matt didn't waste any time before he sat the glass of rose on a table and grabbed his own jacket, following her out.

"Hey."

"Hey, girl. What's up? I got like 5 missed calls from you. No voicemail. You okay?" Gabby sounded over the phone.

"No, yeah yeah. Everything is fine." Sylvie quickly responded.

After a few seconds, Gabby started to talk again, "Sylvie. What's going on? You don't sound like you. You sound, I don't know, distant? Distracted? Come on, talk to me."

"I don't know, it's just… there's been something I've been meaning to tell you, but I didn't know how. And I don't want to mess up our friendship because it's one of the most special friendships in my life."

"Hey, Sylvie. I don't know what's happening with you right now but nothing you can say or do will ever change our friendship."

"I don't know…" Sylvie whispered into the phone speaker.

"Sylvie, girl, talk to me. You can tell me anything. You know that."

Without another moment of hesitation and with all her courage being built up, Sylvie blurted out, "I have feelings for Matt. Casey. Your Matt Casey. Captain Casey. I mean what other Matt Casey do we both know? It's just that, the past couple years, we started to get close and it's been really nice, great actually. The friendship I mean. And then people started telling me how we would look good together… but I ignored them at the start because, I mean it's Casey, you know? I couldn't do that. Not to you. I couldn't even think about it even being a possibility because you and me, our friendship is so incredibly important to me. But, then, lately… I don't know. I guess I kept pushing and pushing the feelings I actually did have for him down and then it just exploded out of me. The other day. It just became clear. But I haven't told him. Or anyone yet. Not without speaking to you about it. And if you're not okay for me to even have these feelings, I understand-"

"Sylvie-"Gabby tried to interrupt.

"If you were to tell me no. Then that's it. I won't have these feelings. I mean, I would try not to have these feelings-"

"Sylvie-"

"I mean it would be hard. I still work with him and all but-"

"Sylvie Brett! Listen to me okay? It's okay."

"What is?" Sylvie responded to Gabby, confused and out of breath.

"Your feelings for him. It's okay. More than okay. Look, I was the one to walk away and break his heart. I know that. But we were both two very different people. The way we viewed life was different. The way we acted on situations were different. We were both different people. At the start, we didn't know it. But as time went on, it became clear. We loved each other. Of course we did. But what we wanted from life was not the same anymore. We couldn't deny each other of the life we both wanted, individually. Matt Casey is the best guy I have ever met. Will ever have met. And you, Sylvie Brett. You are the best person, period. You are full of light, fierceness, bravery, passion. You both are. As weird as it may sound to you right now, but if there was anyone I'd want you and Matt to be with, it's with each other. I truly, deeply, honestly mean that. Matt and I, we had our time. 6 years of time. And in the end. We weren't meant to be. And on my end, I've made peace with that. And I'm sure Matt has as well. So, if you have feelings for Matt. Go for it. I know why you rang. Because you felt guilty. It's very Sylvie Brett of you. But Sylvie… honestly, it's fine. All I want is for the people I love and care about to be happy. And you both are two people I love and care about. We both know how short life can be. So, don't waste anymore time worrying about what I would think. Because I love you partner. And I always will. Always."

Brett listened intently to the words of her first friend she made in Chicago. Her best friend. She didn't even know she was crying until a small sob escaped her mouth.

"Thank you." Was all Sylvie could say before saying her goodbye's and hanging up the phone.

Taking a moment to calm herself and breathe, she wiped her tears from her face, put her phone in her bag and turned around, only to see Matt Casey standing in front of her with tears in his eyes.

Closing her eyes, and taking a breath, Sylvie asked, "How much did you hear?"

"All of it." Casey whispered out his reply.

They looked at one each other for a minute before Sylvie readjusted the bag hanging from her shoulder and started to walk past Casey, heading back into Molly's. She didn't get far as he stopped her by gently grabbing her arm.

"Did you mean it? What you said?" He asked quickly, looking deeply into her eyes. There was a moment silence as Sylvie was trying to calm her heart. It was beating way too fast from her conversation with Gabby, with Matt overhearing her confession and now this… this confrontation or conversation that they both are about to have. With determination and clarity, Sylvie looked up into Casey's bright blue orbs before responding.

"Of course." Brett whispered out.

"Is that why you were avoiding me?"

Sylvie nodded slightly, looking to the ground, "I didn't want to act on my feelings without speaking to Gabby first. I just felt wrong to do anything without her knowing."

"I don't have feelings for her anymore. I mean I will still love and care for her, but not in that way."

"Matt, no. You really don't have to say anything…" Brett shook her head.

"No, I know, I just want you to know because… I have feelings for you. For a while, actually. I guess I realised after you got engaged to the Chaplain. But I couldn't say anything. All I wanted was for you to be happy." Casey rushed out his words.

"Matt-"

"That's all I ever want. Is for you to be happy."

"Matt-"

"With me."

When Casey whispered those last two words out, Brett couldn't think. Her mind went blank. They both had feelings for each other. But for him to say that he wanted to be with her… her heart stopped. Or fluttered. Or both. She wasn't quite sure. But what she was sure of is Matt's face getting gradually closer to hers. His lips inches from hers before her eyes slowly closed and then the next second. She felt it.

His lips on hers.

It was a light, tender kiss. One that took her breath away. His lips felt like little pillows. Their lips felt like two puzzle pieces that connected perfectly. It felt right. Casey was about to pull away but Brett went in for another kiss. This one had more pressure.

They kissed. And kissed. And kissed.

Matt's hands held Sylvie's waist, bringing her slim, hot body flush against him. Sylvie's fingers were in his short blonde hair, tugging gently at his locks, something she had been dying to do. Matt walked them backwards before Sylvie's back hit the wall. They didn't stop kissing. Not once. Matt's arms were tightly wrapped around Sylvie. No space between them.

After a couple minutes. They broke apart, unwillingly needing air. With their hearts beating on overdrive, both of them breathing deeply from the make out and the intensity and passion they both felt for each other in this moment, hands still clutched onto each other, they both looked at each other with desire.

"Let's get out of here." Matt said before clasping Sylvie's small, soft hand into his, tugging her along hurriedly to his truck, driving away from Molly's and into what is about to be their beginning.