As Kelly sat in the passenger seat of the squad truck, his mind was still focused on Shay. What gave her the right to be so angry? They had promised each other to always be honest, but now that no longer applied? He thought back to when they first started rooming together. They had agreed they wouldn't get into each other's business. Ha! That had lasted a week. They became fast friends and realized they were...well, compatible. That agreement was quickly forgotten. Apparently, the honesty thing was out the window too.

Distraction could be deadly, so Kelly switched into squad lieutenant mode as soon as the small diner came into view. He scanned the scene quickly - fire strong in the back, crowd of people out front, looked like no injuries, should be routine...if any call could be called routine.

Chief Boden started barking orders before Kelly's feet hit the ground. "Severide, squad go in from the back and get those flames under control! Casey, your team go in through the front and contain the spread. Make sure no one is in there. The owner said everyone is out but just make sure."

"Sure thing, Chief," said Casey and Kelly almost in unison. They quickly chuckled before taking off in opposite directions.

Squad got the fire under control in the back and worked their way toward the front before meeting up with Casey and Mills.

"Everything clear?" both lieutenants asked each other at the same time. "We need to learn a new routine," laughed Kelly. "Nothing much left in back..." he continued, then interrupted his own thought when he saw something to the left of him. Call it instinct, call it intuition, or just being good at his job, but Kelly ran full force, straight at Mills. He tackled him hard, taking the brunt of the impact on his side, his left hip smashing to the floor as he rolled the candidate over him protecting Mills from any injury. Just as they landed, a ceiling beam came crashing down missing them by a couple of feet coming to rest where Mills had been a few seconds earlier.

"Severide! Mills! You okay?" yelled Casey as he ran towards the two still on the ground.

"Ahhhh!" called out Kelly. "I landed on my side and hip, but nothing feels broken. I think it'll be a nasty bruise and sore as hell tomorrow," he continued as he slowly got up.

"Lieutenant, you saved my life. I, I don't have a scratch on me. Are you sure you're okay?" stammered Mills with a little hero-worship in his eyes.

"Yes, I said I'm fine! Now let's get out of here before this dump starts caving in on us," said Kelly limping towards Casey.

Casey grabbed his friend's arm and draped it around his own shoulder to help him out of the diner. As the two lieutenants made their way out the entrance, Shay and Dawson were making their way out of the parking lot, their services hadn't been needed on this one. Shay hadn't seen Kelly join his squad at the truck; she wondered where he was knowing she had to talk to him as soon as they got home. She hoped he hadn't taken her words to heart and that they hadn't cut too deeply. She did love him, but with that love came the knowledge of just what to say to really get under his skin and hurt him. She had been a bitch earlier and was ready to make amends. She just couldn't get it out of her mind - he WOULD be the perfect father. Ugghh, Shay, stop, she told herself. She spied one more look back and caught a glimpse of her roommate badly limping out of the building much of his weight on Casey.

"Stop!" she yelled at Dawson. "Something's wrong with Severide. Go back." Shay barely waited for the ambulance to stop rolling when she flew out the door and began running towards Kelly.

"What happened? Where are you hurt? Sit down! Dawson, are you coming?!" yelled Shay frantically.

Dawson was already at her friend's side. "I thought we might need this," she said with a smile pointing at the medical kit she brought with her.

"Oh, yeah, sorry," said Shay not breaking the laser stare she had focused on Kelly. She quickly took off Kelly's jacket, unhooked his suspenders, and was working on his shirt when he said, "Whoa! Back off! I'm fine. I fell and I will have a slight bruise tomorrow. That's it ladies. I don't need CPR, I don't need to be shocked back to life, you don't need to cancel dinner plans with the candidate, or some biochemist you have a date with. I'm fine!" announced Kelly as he slowly got up trying to hide a grimace of pain. He headed toward the squad truck and barely caught the quiet words of Shay, "Bioengineer, not biochemist. I guess we'll talk at home."

"Is he really okay?" Shay asked Casey, her eyes betraying her as they filled with tears.

Mills jumped in before Casey could respond, "He saved my life! A huge beam was falling and he used his Spidey sense or something...he pushed me out of the way. Man, that was a close one!"

"Lieutenant Casey, is Lieutenant Severide alright?" asked Chief Boden walking toward the group after taking in the entire scene.

"He took a hard fall and his whole side and hip are going to be sore for a few days, but yes, I think he's fine," answered Casey.

"Okay, Lieutenant. Just making sure because this is our friend who didn't use ANY sense when he continued to work for weeks with a broken neck!" boomed Boden staring straight at Mills. "Shay, he is off the next three days. Make sure he is okay to return or give me a call if he needs a few extra days of recovery. I would ask him directly if I thought there was any chance in hell of getting an honest answer," continued Boden looking at Shay and softening his tone a bit.

"Yes, sir."

Shay and Dawson climbed back into their ambulance without a word. Dawson broke the silence, "We'll, I'd say he's mad, upset, and hurt. I would not want to be you tonight."

Shay couldn't agree more.

Back at the station, Kelly made it impossible for Shay to talk to him. He took a shower that must have lasted an hour then Boden sent him home early to rest up. Finally, Shay's shift ended and she headed home to face her roommate. She bit her lower lip so hard it drew blood as she walked up the stairs to Kelly's room. God, I feel like a sixteen-year-old boy asking a girl to the prom she thought. You're a grown woman, calm down. He'll forgive you. You've forgiven him for far worse. Well, not really worse, just different. Shay quietly knocked on Kelly's door. No response. Maybe he was already asleep. No way. If his hip was as sore as she imagined, no way. She slowly turned the knob of his door.

"What the hell, Leslie! What happened to boundaries?" said Kelly when he saw the blonde come through his door. He had a small, end table light on, trying to sleep had been pointless. The throbbing in his hip had been relentless.

"I'm sorry, Kel. I, I wanted to make sure you are alright. Actually Chief Boden wanted to make sure you are alright," said Shay quietly forcing tears to stay at bay.

"Well, you've done your duty. You can report back to Boden that I'm fine- just great. Good night," replied Kelly abruptly.

"No, that came out all wrong, just like everything else I've said to you today! I'm sorry for everything," cried Shay, the tears holding back no longer. "I don't want to force you to have a baby with me and, and, I d-don't want to have a baby with some stranger, and I don't want to hurt you, a-and I," sobbed Shay uncontrollably.

"Come here," Kelly cut her off holding out his arm reaching toward his best friend. Shay went to him burying her head in his shoulder as she knelt beside him, knees on the floor, upper body on his. She was sobbing now and Kelly was broken, all anger gone. His only concern was holding his friend. "Shhh, shhh, I'm not mad. It's okay."

Shay finally gained control. "I'm sorry. You know I don't get like that. I think that it's all the stuff over the past month. And then seeing you hurt today brought back the fear of losing you. I'm a mess. God, Kelly, I'm sorry."

"If you say you're sorry again, I'm kicking you out of my room. And you are MY mess so it's okay," Kelly said with his familiar devilish grin.

As Shay stood up she moved the bed slightly causing Kelly's grin to fade into a look of anguish. "Ahhh," he called out turning inward as if someone had punched him.

Shay pulled back the covers before he could make the first protest. She pulled his T-shirt up a little and his sweat pants down a tad revealing a severe bruise starting on his side, chest level going all the way down to his upper thigh. The color was just this side of black, a shade of deep purple not meant for the human body. She pressed all around the offending color causing Kelly to go lockjaw in an effort not to call out.

"Jesus, Shay," he moaned.

"I want to make sure you don't need to go to the hospital," answered Shay her brows furrowed with concern.

"And?" asked Kelly.

"It is a deep contusion, one of the worst I've seen, but you don't have to go. There's nothing they'll do for you there that I can't do here. Starting with ice. You should have iced that thing for twenty minutes the second you got home," ordered Shay as she ran down the stairs to the freezer. She quickly grabbed two large ice packs, three ibuprofen, a glass of water and went as fast as she could to Kelly's room.

Shay handed Kelly the medicine and water first. He took it without a word. She then gently laid the ice packs along Kelly's side and hip hating the look of pain in his eyes. She finally crawled into bed next to her friend and he was still silent. She could help him in the middle of the night if she stayed here changing out his ice, getting more ibuprofen she told herself. Was he asleep? Why wasn't he saying anything?

Finally, Kelly spoke,"If this is your idea of making me your baby daddy, you are in for a big disappointment. I am going to barely be able to make it to the bathroom let alone make it with some hot blonde in my bed."

Both friends erupted in laughter, all the ugliness of the day forgotten.