Chapter One
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Brett neatly folded all of her clothes and put them in her on shift duffle. Tonight was the first all-night shift she and her firehouse family had worked in a while. Night shifts usually went two ways, they would be a peaceful, calm night that resulted in no calls and everyone moseying around the house, or they were a crazy hectic night that would prompt call after call giving them no time to rest. She was hoping for the peaceful, calm night shift as she had not been feeling well for the past couple of days. She didn't know what was wrong with her. 'Maybe I've got a bug or something.' She thought.
"Hey, Brett you ready?" Called Joe Cruz as he went through their shared apartment collecting everything he would need to get through this horrid night shift.
"Yeah, I think so." Stumbled Brett as she gathered everything she needed and tossed her duffle over her shoulder.
"Hey, Sylvie you feeling okay? You're looking a little pale."
"Yeah, I'm okay. I think I might be coming down with a bug or something; I haven't felt good for the last week or so."
Joe nodded and helped Sylvie by taking her bag and placing it in the trunk next to his. Both were able to arrive at the firehouse ten minutes before the official start of shift.
"Hey, guys Chief wants to see us in the meeting room right after the start of shift." Called Kidd as she ran up to Joe and Sylvie.
"Brett, are you still sick? You look as pale as a ghost." Commented Stella as she took Brett's bag from her and placed her hand on Brett's forehead to see if she was running a fever.
"Yeah, um, I think I'm coming down with a bug or something."
"You, sure? How long have you been feeling like this?"
Brett stopped right in her tracks on the way to the locker room and thought back to her first week back to Chicago. Sylvie had just officially started back at fifty-one and, little does anyone know but two weeks ago she and Matt Casey had an absolutely amazing night together after her returning to Chicago. Things are beginning to change between them and she is enjoying this change, matter of fact, welcoming it. She loved that night between them. The beginning of shift starts off a little rocky because Sylvie hasn't been feeling all that great. She and Emily had just gotten back from a call and she felt sick to her stomach so she heads for the bathroom. Emily follows her and sees how pale and clammy she looks.
"Hey what's going on Brett you don't look so great." She says.
"I don't feel so great. I think I may be getting sick." Sylvie says looking up at Emily as she practically pushes her out of the way and runs to the locker room.
"Hey, Brett you still there? What are you thinking about?" Asked Kidd as she and Brett continued to make their way to the locker room, so they could change and go meet everyone in the meeting room.
"Umm, I was thinking about my first week back. I think that's when I started to come down with this, whatever this is."
"Wow. That was a while ago. Maybe you should go to med and get checked out after shift." Commented Kidd.
"Yeah, maybe." Replied Sylvie as she opened her locker and started to empty her duffle bag contents.
Brett, Foster, and Kidd all finally arrived in the meeting room where everyone had gathered, anxiously awaiting what Chief Boden had to say.
"All right, people. I'm gonna try to make this quick, but I have a whole list of things to go through that are straight from CFD headquarters." Yelled Boden over his talkative crowd of firefighters.
Everyone groaned and tried to make themselves more comfortable in the hard-plastic, grey chairs. Brett sat next to Foster in one of the last empty chairs in the room. As Brett sat down, she lifted her head and looked at the far right wall where she saw Casey and Kelly leaning against the wall engaging in what looked like a very animated conversation between the two of them.
Brett couldn't help but stare at Casey's beautiful face. He looked so young and happy lately. It seemed that he was finally over Gabby. He didn't mope around the firehouse and sadly smile at everyone anymore. He actually laughed and smiled all the time now.
Honestly, since that exceptional night they spent together, things between them have been great. They started talking to each other more than they ever have, and they would sit together at Molly's and share a drink whenever the firehouse went out for a night of drinks.
"Hey, Brett, while I thinking about it we need to restock the ambo on gauze, we ran through all of it on that call last shift."
"Oh yeah, Foster, just remind me when this is over, and I will help you restock."
Foster nodded and slightly turned her head to the noise of the door as it opened, but as she did she caught the face of Matthew Casey and noticed that he was intently staring at something. No, not something, it was someone and that someone was right beside her. Foster smirked and turned back around in her seat to face Boden.
Foster was so giddy thinking about Casey staring at Brett that she didn't even notice how serious Brett looked beside her thinking about how she ended up back here.
Sylvie had just walked through her parents' front door. Setting her overnight bag down, that she uses when she is on shift, she longingly stared at Kyle, who was in the kitchen starting to prepare dinner. "Hey, how was your shift today?" He asks.
"It was fine, but I… just don't feel at home here. I honestly never have, so I think I'm going to go back to Chicago," She said as she slowly starts pulling off the engagement ring.
Kyle looked at her completely heartbroken. "Your heart already belongs to someone there doesn't it?" He asks.
"Honestly, I don't know, but this isn't my home anymore. I am so sorry Kyle." She says handing him the ring back and heading upstairs to pack her suitcases.
It seemed like hours until she finally came downstairs from unpacking, but when she did Kyle's truck was already gone, so she locked up the house and started loading her suitcases into the car. She rarely looked out the window as she drives back, she just focuses on the road and getting back to where she belongs. Finally, passing the sign that says "Welcome to Chicago", Brett decides to pull out her phone and make that one call she had been waiting to make since the day she left. It seemed like forever, but after the excruciating second ring, he finally answered.
"Hello," he very tiredly answered.
Smiling at the sound of his voice. "Hey, Matt. It's me, Sylvie, I'm back in Chicago… and I was wondering if I could possibly stay at your apartment. Just long enough for me to talk to Joe and see if I need to find a place of my own?" She nervously says as she starts to ramble.
"If I can, Casey, it's really fine. I know you just moved out of Kelly's place and are starting to settle into your own, but…"
"Brett, is that really you? If so, of course! I've missed you so much. The whole house has. How far away are you? The door is unlocked." He says and little does she know, but he is so excited about her coming back.
Brett laughed into the phone as she continued to keep her eyes on the roads she had been longing to drive since the day she left.
"I'm about thirty minutes out. It shouldn't be too long, traffic is surprisingly slow at two in the morning."
"Alright, well you know where the place is. Just be careful, and I will see you when you get here." Replied Matt with the biggest smile he had ever possessed.
Matt is so nervous and giddy, he makes a pot of coffee while he waits. He can't keep himself from walking back and forth from the kitchen and the front door to stare down the peephole. Soon after he hears a knock on the door, he runs to the door in a pair of sweats and a blue t-shirt. Opening it up Sylvie stands there with a huge smile on her face.
"Hi," She whispers looking like she just stepped out of a magazine cover, thinks Matt.
"Hey, welcome back." Calls Casey as he wraps her in his arms and pulls her in for a monster-sized hug.
"You a little overly excited aren't you, huh?" She says questioning the big smirk he is wearing as she pulls away to look at his face. And before she knows what's happening she is being pulled back into another hug.
Matt gently let go of Sylvie, but still keeps her at arm's length and whispers, "Please don't leave again. I have lost Gabby, and I can't stand to lose another one of my best friends again." He says looking at with adoring eyes.
"Matthew Casey, is there something you aren't telling me?" She asks.
"Let's talk over the fresh pot of coffee I just made." He says smiling.
They walk into the kitchen, fix a cup each, and sit at the white-marbled breakfast bar.
"So how have you been, Matt?" She asks looking up at his bright blue eyes.
"Good, it's just felt empty without you here. You have this tendency of making fifty-one feel like a very happy place. I've just really missed you." He says.
Sylvie looked up at him smiling and slightly misty-eyed.
They eventually move their conversation to the couch after two full hours of talking. Sylvie is so happy to be back in Chicago she doesn't even notice that it's well after four in the morning.
"You know it feels so great to be back home. I missed it almost as much as I missed you." She says.
Before either know what's happening, they find themselves leaning in kissing. Then one thing leads to another and they are curled up in each other's arms panting and out of breath from making love about four or five times.
"Holy crap that was...amazing," she says still trying to catch her breath.
"Okay, people that's all for right now. Let's have a good shift." Calls Chief Boden shaking Brett out of her ever-present flashback.
"Hey, you okay? You kinda zoned out there." Called Foster as she and Brett got up from their table and made their way out of the meeting room.
"Ugh, yeah. I'm fine, Foster. I just really haven't well all day."
FIREHOUSE FIFTY-ONE ALL RESPOND - FIRE ON TWENTY THIRD AND FOURTH STREET - ALL RESPOND
Everyone ran to their designated vehicle and took off towards the location. When they got there the fire was roaring. It had engulfed a while house and garage. Luckily, it looked like everyone that was inside had made their way out. There was a small family all gathered on the sidewalk huddled together while the night sky filled with various colors of orange and yellow.
"HELP!" Cried the young, thirty-five year old, looking, man.
"Help, please my wife, she was in there too long and she's pregnant. We just found out please, help."
"It's okay, Sir. We're here now. I'm gonna have you, your wife, and two kids come over to the ambulance so we can get you some blankets and get you all checked out. Okay?" Gently placated Brett as she led the man and his young family to the warm awaiting ambulance. Foster took the two kids deep inside the ambulance and started to look them over for burns, cuts, and smoke inhalation.
"Okay, ma'am. How far along are you?" Asked Brett as she started to place the blood pressure cuff on the pretty, young women.
"I'm only two months. I'm sorry my husband completely overreacts, I was just trying to make sure the kids made it out okay."
"You're not having any pain or anything right now are you?"
"No. No, I'm fine. Just a little shaken up, but other than that, I feel fine."
Brett nodded continuing to look the women over.
"When did you find out? You don't look to be showing at all?' Asked Brett as she got the oxygen mask ready for the husband.
"Oh, we just found out. We are so excited. We've wanted another kid for so long. I only found out because of how sick I was. I could barely get through the day without feeling terrible and puking my guts out."
Brett completely froze. Those sounded a lot like the symptoms she was currently experiencing. Almost exactly like the symptoms she was having.
'Pregnant? No, I couldn't be' She thought as she continued to look over the husband and wife duo.
It wasn't too long before they had the fire under control and Brett and Foster were loading up the family in the ambulance to head over to med, just as a precaution and to make sure everything was okay with every member of the family.
"Hey, Foster, you mind if we head over to the store real quick? I just need to pick something up before we head back to the house." Called Brett as she loaded the empty gurney back into the ambulance at med.
"No, Brett, that's fine. I actually need to pick up some new lotion for my locker."
Brett stood there at the pregnancy test aisle at the store. 'Which one do I get? They all look the same.' Thought Brett as she stood there for what seemed like an eternity.
"You ready to head back to the firehouse?" Asked Foster as she got into the driver's seat of the ambulance."
"Umm...yeah. Let's go."
Foster didn't look convinced so she just sat there and never started the vehicle.
"What's wrong, Foster? Why are you not going?"
"You tell me, Brett. What's going on with you? You've been acting really weird since we dropped those last vics off at med, and you asked if we could come to the store so you could pick something up, but it looks like you went in there and didn't buy anything. So, what's going on Brett, honestly."
Brett took a deep breath and reached into her coat pocket, "I had to buy this." Whispered Brett as she pulled out the pink boxed pregnancy test and sat it in between the middle of them.
"Oh my God, Brett. Are you…"
"I don't know, Foster. That woman said she was pregnant and then she said she was having all of the same symptoms I have been having lately, so I'm not sure."
Foster looked at Brett and then back down again at the pregnancy test.
"Is it Casey's?" She asked.
"What? Why would you think that?"
"Oh, come on Brett. It doesn't take a genius. I saw the way he was staring at you tonight during the meeting and the two of you have been pretty close since you got back to Chicago."
"I don't know, Foster. Can we please just get back to the firehouse, please?"
Foster simply nodded and turned the ignition.
It seemed like it took years for them to arrive back at the firehouse; every slow driver was seeming to make it their mission to get in front of the ambulance and take their precious time getting to wherever they were going.
As soon as Foster pulled back into the firehouse, Brett jumped out of the ambulance and raced to the bathroom barricading herself in it.
"Okay, Sylvie. Just breath. Just breath." She kept telling her self. "Just breath."
Brett stood there for exactly five minutes. Not doing anything but staring at the box, until she heard a knock on the door.
"Umm, I'll be out in a minute." She called through the door.
"Brett, it's Foster. Let me in."
Brett got up and leaped to the door, throwing it open and ushering Foster inside.
"What did it say?"
"I don't know. I haven't done it yet. I'm too scared."
"Oh, come on Brett. Whatever it says, It will be okay. We'll all be here for you."
Brett took a breath, "What about Casey?" she anxiously asked.
"What about him?"
"What if he doesn't want this?"
"Well, he doesn't really get choice, now does he? But we'll never know until you take that test."
Brett nodded then began to open the bright pink box.
"Now, what?" Asked Foster as she turned back around to face Brett watching her wash her hands.
"It says to wait three minutes."
"Okay, we can do that." Said Foster as she tried to cheer Brett up when suddenly they both hear a loud knock on the door.
"Who is it?" Called Brett as she looked back and forth from Foster to the door.
"It's Stella. Let me in, I have to pee. What are you all doing in there, having a party?"
Foster slowly opened the door checking behind Kidd to make sure no one was near the door.
"Come in, hurry."
"What do you mean hurry? I have to pee. You all have been in here for twenty minutes."
"Foster, it's positive." Yelled a hysterical Brett.
"What's positive?" Inquized a confused Kidd.
Brett slowly turned around and revealed what was in her hands.
"Is that a…"
"Yeah, yeah it is." Whispered Brett.
"Okay, so you and who never used protection?" Stella carefully questioned her.
"Matt and I," she says timidly.
"What?! No way you and Casey?" Asked Stella with a smirk on her face.
"Yep. And now I'm...pregnant."
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