I wanted to try out a one-scene chapter. Let me know what you think!

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WhereIsTheBlack

To be woken by bright sunlight, the smell of coffee, a delicious breakfast and kisses from her fiancé would have been the optimal way to end Sarah Reese's vacation.

That, though, was not nearly the case.

Maui had been struck by the promise of a shortly upcoming storm, they daylight hiding scared behind thick, blackish clouds. The warm air had turned cold, and so had everyone's aspirations of a perfect last day of their vacation week.

"Well, that's what we get for finally planning activities," Will deadpanned as he waited for Connor and Ethan to book flights to get them all out of there as soon as possible.

They were all in the lobby, suitcases in hand. The idea of staying one more week to outwait the storm seemed preposterous. There were patients that needed attention and that were counting on them. Not to mention the hospital staff.

"Come on, Will, don't be such a pessimist," Natalie retorted with a sigh, bouncing Owen with her right arm and hip.

"Here," said Will as thunder rumbled, holding out his hands towards the baby. "Come here little guy, everything's okay. Daddy's got you."

Sarah turned around nonchalantly at the sound of the pronoun and made eye contact with Nat. The latter gave away a genuine small smile. Sarah nodded and smiled back. It seemed that Will was making his way deeper into Nat and Owen's life, and Sarah couldn't be happier about it.

"All right," Connor said, taking Sarah's side. "We have two options: there are six seats available on the morning flight and there are other two on the flight that leaves this afternoon."

"There's seven of us, right? Does that mean that one will have to fly alone?" asked April, concerned.

"I don't mind. I'll do it if no one-" Ethan began, only to be cut off by Sarah.

"Absolutely not. There's no way one of us is traveling alone. Five can take this first flight and two can take the second."

Connor nodded. "She's right. It's possible that the afternoon flight either gets cancelled or that if it does take flight there might be serious turbulence. Nevertheless, it's the only option we have. I say that both Ethan and I take the second flight."

Sarah's head turned to him like whiplash. "What?!"

Everyone immediately started arguing about the risks and why wouldn't it be best for them to stay a couple of days more.

"Listen!" Connor yelled, bringing everyone to a stop. He then turned to Will. "Look man, you have a baby you have to take care of. It wouldn't be fair to-"

"It wouldn't be fair to you too either," Nat replied, worried and selflessly. "I don't want Will to go, but I don't want you two to risk your lives. I say we stay here a couple of more days."

"Nat, we can't. We've already exceeded our stay here," said Ethan. He was right. They were supposed to leave the day after Connor's arrival, but they had managed to stay three more days.

"I'm sure Goodwin will understand," April began.

"Goodwin, yes. But the board? It's not Goodwin's fault we're caught in the middle of a storm. She's going to get a lot of backlash if we're not there by tonight. We should have checked the weather sooner," Ethan replied.

Sarah sighed. Again, he was right. They were in a pretty difficult situation, but there was no other way around it.

"Are you sure?" Sarah asked Connor. The calmness of her voice, almost a dead tone, impressed everyone, even her fiancé. She had to be calm about this, otherwise they would only go back to arguing.

"I'm sure," Connor nodded. Sarah then turned to Ethan who nodded as well.

"Well then. Let's get our stuff and get going."

"But-"

"There's no other way, Maggie, and you know it. We have to get going. But before that, I'd like a few minutes with my fiancé if you don't mind."

Everyone agreed silently as they began to pull away from where the two stood with their things. Maggie hugged both Connor and Ethan before announcing she was calling a cab, but that at the look of things, it would be fairly probable that it would take a while to get one. Ethan, on the other hand, hurried away to settle their flight tickets.

"Fiancé, huh?" Connor asked once Maggie was gone, obliging Sarah to look at him as he snaked his arms around her waist. "I like how that sounds," he grinned.

"Promise me you'll make it back okay," she demanded with a set jaw, worried. She knew what Connor was doing. Trying to distract her.

Connor's smile dropped gradually. "Baby, I-"

"Promise me."

Connor sighed and took her face in his hands and looked directly at her. He frowned at how scared she looked, and how she had managed to hide that in front of everyone else. "I promise I will do my best to get back to you. Everything will be fine," he reassured before kissing her softly on the lips and then her forehead.

Sarah felt as she was being gently pulled into an embrace. She hid her face on his chest as Connor held her close, resting his chin above her head, his fingers lightly tracing her hair.

"I need you to be brave okay?" he said, looking back at her again, closely. "Be brave for me. Until I get back."

Sarah nodded, unshed tears clouding her vision.

Connor chuckled lightly to ease the tension between them. "Relax, sweetheart. I'll be back before you know it," he said with a kiss. Sarah managed to nod and swallow back tears.

"Okay," she said, more to herself than to him.

"Now, get going," he whispered one last time before she let go of her. Sarah sighed deeply and sniffed hard. She was not going to cry. She had to keep her promise to him.

"Okay," she sighed before she turned around to get her bags. Her mind started to betray her resolve: What if something happened? What if they didn't make it?

"…rah Reese. Front desk call for Sarah Reese."

Sarah turned around to source of the faraway, monotone voice. She noticed a receptionist with a phone in her hand, looking through the crowd to spot a reaction from anyone who might answer to that name. Connor and Sarah's eyes met, confused, as they both made their way to the receptionist.

"Sarah Reese?" the woman asked once they got to the desk.

"Yes."

"You have a call from Chicago P.D."

Sarah instantly tensed. A call from the police was never a good sign. Especially regarding the predicament she was in. She took the phone quickly as Connor waited impatiently for answers.

"Hello?"

"Hey," came out a raspy, familiar voice. "It's Lindsay."

"What's going on?"

Connor observed the drastic change on Sarah's face the longer she kept the phone to her ear.

"What is it?" Connor asked alarmed.

But Sarah couldn't speak. Her mind was faraway now, deep in thought. There was no sound. No specific images to register. Just… blank.

"Sarah, what happened?" Connor asked again.

"Is everything okay, sir?" asked the receptionist noticing his distress, but he didn't even look back at her.

"Sarah," Connor took her by the shoulders and forced her to look at him. "What happened?" he repeated more clearly.

"I…"

"Babe?"

Sarah shook her head before saying goodbye to Lindsay and hanging up. She then turned to Connor, concerned. "There was a capture of Joey just now from one of the back cameras in my apartment building. He was already gone before the police got there. There's no track of him."

Connor clenched his jaw as he fought the anger inside him, mumbling about how unbelievable it was that he had managed to escape again.

"Erin recommends I move out. Stay with someone close meanwhile they search the apartment, but someone that he wouldn't associate with me. It's also important that I move to a protected area."

Connor nodded with gritted teeth. Sarah knew he had it up to here with Joey… and so did she. Forgotten stress began to crawl up her body, and she felt unable to shake it off. She was back in reality now, and in a few hours, away from paradise and from the man she loved.

"Erin says he might have planted something in the building. She'll let me know what it was, if they ever found anything."

"To whom will you go when you get to Chicago?" Connor asked seriously.

She shook her head. "I don't know. The acquaintances I have are no more than that, and the only friends I have were just recently standing here," Sarah said, looking at the floor. "And I won't risk their lives for me." Sarah warned as Connor pondered their options.

"I know, baby," Connor sighed. "I wouldn't ask that of you." He also knew she couldn't ask her to stay with him. It would be the first place for Joey to look.

Connor pursed his lips as he adamantly pulled out a card from his wallet. Sarah took it, confused. Her eyes shot wide when she saw the name on the paper.

"But…Are you sure?"

"Completely," he said after a while. He was sure this would work. It had to. "I'm sure he'll never get to find you there. The address is on the back," he signaled to the paper. Sarah turned it around and nodded.

"It's not far from the hospital," Sarah realized.

"No, it's not."

Sarah furrowed her brow. So many questions fabricated in her brain, but it would be very out of place to ask them now. Connor's past was still an enigma for her to work out, but she was not going to push things now.

She looked back to Connor again. His hands were on his pockets, his face slightly tense. Sarah knew this was no easy decision for him, but before she could speak, he got ahead of her.

"I think it might be best if you took off the ring," he said sadly. "If he ever saw it, things could get dangerous."

Sarah looked at him, crushed. The sadness on his face brought her blood to a boil. She shook her head no and quickly dug out a small chain from under her shirt.

"He can threaten us all he wants, and he can try and break us apart. But he won't succeed," he said, tucking the ring inside the chain and hiding it under her shirt. "I'm your fiancé, whether he fucking likes it or not. I won't let him take that away," she said, serious.

Connor smiled at the use of the expletive, but didn't comment on it. He still looked down, which prompted Sarah to speak again.

"Remember what I told you the day after you asked me to marry you?" asked Sarah looking up at him, bringing him close.

Connor smiled briefly as the scene played over in his memory:

Sarah tensed slightly when she felt a pair of arms snake around her waist carefully, yet relaxed when she felt a kiss on the side of her neck.

"What are you doing up here so early?" Connor whispered as he kissed her neck again. They were on the high terrace, looking down at how the sun rays caressed the sand, taking in the salty smell of the ocean water, with the wind hitting their faces just right. Their inability to sleep had brought them together again this early.

"Couldn't sleep," she said distractedly as she felt kissed near her collarbone. "Thinking," she muttered as she placed her hands atop of his arms.

Connor hummed understandingly and rested his chin on her shoulder lightly. The sunrise unraveled in front of them magically, and they stayed quiet enjoying each other's presence and witnessing the miracle in front of them.

"I'm glad I get to do this with you," said Sarah after a while.

"What, baby?" he asked, playing with a strand of her hair.

She stared a few seconds at her ring, her thumb fiddling with it casually.

"Life."

Connor stopped what he was doing and tightened his grip on her. He buried his face on the crook of her neck, inhaling the scent of her shampoo.

"I love you," he whispered.

Sarah smiled and turned her head so she could kiss him, the tips of her fingers merely grazing the back of his head. She breathed into the kiss as Connor deepened it.

"I love you too," she whispered back once they broke the kiss.

They reassumed their position, the sunlight hitting their faces with warmth.

Sarah shook her head and smiled.

"We're getting married."

Connor's grin broadened as he nodded. "We're getting married."

"There's a lot to be done… and we don't even have a date yet," Sarah thought out loud.

Connor broke his embrace to turn her around and hold her waist.

"Well, it would be best if we got married after you graduate. That way you wouldn't be my resident anymore. You'll be a very official and very 'marry-able' Doctor Reese."

"'Marry-able', huh?" she laughed and kissed his bottom lip quickly.

"I was thinking July could be an option."

Sarah smiled. I'd like that," she said calmly.

"It could be on a weekend, so that everyone can come."

"How about the 22nd?"

Connor smiled lopsidedly. "Why the 22nd exactly?"

"Because it's a week after my mom's birth…day…" she trailed off at the mention of her mother, her eyes wide as she reached a realization. Neither of them had considered that part yet: Family. And more specifically, parents.

Both kept quiet, waiting for the other to speak. But neither did.

"Look-"

"Connor, it's okay if-"

"No, please listen," he said, taking her hands. "I know you don't know my family. Ad I've yet to know yours. It's just… with mine… it's difficult. I've been away from so long, and…" When no other words came out, Sarah broke in.

"Baby, you don't have to explain anything to me right now. I know you have issues you have to resolve with your family, and I know things have been difficult for you. Just know that I'll go at any pace you want me to… but also that I'd really love to know your family before the wedding. I'd really do."

Connor ran a hand through his black hair, puffing out air. "It's not that I don't want you to meet them," he said, turning to look back at her. "It's just…" the words were carried away with the wind again. Sarah nodded, understanding how difficult this must be for him. She knew seeing his family would perhaps bring back memories he had been escaping for so long. She held him tight, burying her head under his chin in a comfortable, safe place.

"I don't want to push you, okay? But I really think it's best that I meet them before the wedding. It would save us a lot of trouble."

Connor didn't answer, but nodded once, easing up Sarah's worries.

"I need time."

"I know. Take all the time you need, Connor."

Connor kissed the top of her head fondly.

"Come on. Let's go wake up the others."

Connor nodded as the flashback ended. "I remember."

Sarah nodded. "Nothing has changed on that matter. I will respect everything you consider to be private. Are you absolutely sure?" she said, raising the paper in her hand.

Connor sighed, but nodded. "I'm sure, baby. It's the only way I'd feel comfortable leaving you. Besides, she can be quite the character. I think you'll like her," he winked.

Sarah smiled nervously. It was as if destiny had rushed them, and there were no excuses to avoid it now.

"Don't worry," Connor reassured. "I'm sure you'll get along," he said for her sake. He didn't actually know how things would work out, but knowing her fiancé, he was sure things couldn't go far from good.

The sight of Will running up at them startled them from their intimate moment.

"Sarah, the flight leaves in an hour. We have to get to the airport now. The cab's waiting," he said, taking her bags.

Sarah nodded as he left.

"I'll see you soon," she said to Connor, worried.

He kissed her quickly and nodded. "Take care, my darling. I'll give her a call so she knows you're staying at her place for a while. Don't worry about your things. We'll go to your apartment when Erin makes the call."

Sarah nodded before pulling him to her and kissing him hard one last time.

"Take care for me, okay?" she whispered.

"I will. Be brave for me."

"I will."

Sarah walked away fast to the awaiting cab, not before taking a long look at the name of the small card Connor had given her, nervous and unaware of Connor's worried look on her as she left.

She wondered what her stay with Claire Rhodes would actually turn out to be like, and what she would think of her when she found out she was going to marry her brother.

Do you think they'll get along? O: