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"You gonna head to Molly's tonight?" Stella asked as she followed Gabby and Sylvie out of the firehouse. Their shift had ended and it was just after 7am the following day. All of them were tired, and Sylvie couldn't wait until she could head home and sleep for most of the day. She'd managed to get a few hours in between calls but it wasn't enough to keep her stamina up.

"Yeah, I'm working with Herrmann and Otis tonight, so if you end up coming I'll see you there, crack a drink with you or something," Gabby shrugged, heading down toward her car. "Anyway, I'll see you all later - Matt's just talking to Boden and then we're going home. Don't wanna keep you two from your exciting lives out of the firehouse."

"Oh, okay, Gabby," Stella grinned, "we have very exciting lives out of the firehouse. Right, Brett?" She nudged her, smiling.

"Stella's right, Gabby. We lead the lives many wish they did outside of work hours," she chuckled at the two of them. "I'm going to head home, though. I'll pop into Molly's tonight if I get the chance. See you two later!"

Sylvie waved goodbye to the two of them and headed back over to her car, hopping inside and starting it up before pulling out and making the drive back to her apartment. Now that Gabby had Louie, she'd moved in with Matt and Sylvie was living alone again. She didn't mind it, though. She'd managed to get some more money together to rent an apartment in a slightly better part of town, and it was nice to not have to live on edge all the time considering what had happened at her old place.

She'd barely changed into her pyjamas when she got back home before she fell onto her bed, burying her head into her pillow and falling asleep.

Sylvie woke hours later to the sound of knocking, heavy on her front door. She sat up sleepily, confused as to who was knocking on her door this late in the afternoon. She'd fallen asleep a little after 9:30am, and now it was 5:43pm. She'd figured that she'd head to Molly's around 7 or 8, anyway.

She sighed, getting up and heading to the front door, running her fingers through her blonde hair to get rid of some of the knots in it from sleep. Her eyes moved to the peephole in the door and she frowned, seeing nobody standing outside. Grabbing her mobile from the table by the door where she'd left it with her keys, she hesitated before pulling the door open and taking a look outside.

There was nobody in sight, and just as she was about to close the door, she spotted the folded piece of paper just at the bottom of it. She knelt down and picked it up, closing the door behind her and walking over to the couch, sitting down before she opened it.

TELL THE POLICE ANYTHING ELSE AND YOU'RE DEAD, SYLVIE BRETT.

Sylvie felt her heart stop, rising to her feet in shock. She felt the deja vu in her mind at the fact that she'd had threats like this before. Only a few months ago. But she couldn't understand where it had come from this time. Was it about yesterdays call? It had to be. She didn't tell anything of real importance to Antonio and Jay in her mind, but it apparently was a bigger deal than she realised.

She frowned and quickly opened up a new message to Gabby. Are you working now?

She received a text quickly after. Yeah, Stella's here. Come in for a drink.

Without a second thought, Sylvie rushed to her bedroom and changed out of her pyjamas into a pair of jeans and a nice shirt - she needed to look at least somewhat presentable. After brushing her hair and putting on a tiny bit of make-up, she pulled on a pair of flats and left the apartment with keys, mobile and the note in hand.

Sylvie couldn't shake of the feeling that she was being watched as she walked through the corridors and down into the parking lot, but it wasn't long before she'd reached her car and had slid inside it, instantly leaving the parking lot and heading for Molly's. She didn't plan on drinking anything tonight, not wanting to get too drunk with what had just happened. It was just past six when she arrived, pulling over just outside Molly's and making her way inside, trying to look as though she wasn't worried at all.

There weren't too many people in Molly's yet - they didn't get too busy until later, yet Herrmann, Otis and Gabby were all behind the bar, talking and serving drinks to the few people that were there. She spotted Cruz and Capp sitting up one end of the bar, and Stella sitting further up near Gabby.

"Brett, hey! How's your day been?" Stella greeted her, patting the seat beside her, which she took gratefully.

"Uh, full of sleep, actually." She smiled back at her, hoping the unease about the note in her pocket wasn't evident in her voice.

"No surprises there," Gabby grinned, stopping in front of them. "Whatcha drinking?"

Sylvie thought for a moment, "Just water for now, Gabby," she nodded.

Gabby looked shocked at her choice, yet nodded and worked on grabbing her one, before placing one on the bench before her. "Drink up."

"Anyway, this guy in front of me, just stopped his car and got out and walked away. Right on the goddamned motor way. I almost got out of that car and chased after him to tell him to get back in his car so we could drive, and I would have if Gabby hadn't stopped me and told me that if he wasn't back in ten minutes she'd go after him herself," Stella laughed, taking a sip of her beer. "This chick's nuts, Brett. You surely gotta know that by now. I don't know how you deal with her on the ambo."

Sylvie chuckled, shaking her head. "I'm not sure how I do, either."

Gabby rolled her eyes at her. "Oh, you wish, Sylvie. I'm the highlight of your day, you can't even deny it, can you?"

It had been a few hours, and now outside was dark. Molly's was getting fuller by the minute and even more people that Sylvie recognised had arrived - Dr. Halstead with Dr. Manning from Med, Lindsay, Ruzek and Jay Halstead from over at 21, and most recently, Antonio Dawson.

He'd taken a seat a little further up from Stella, Sylvie and Gabby and had already downed at least two beers in the time he'd been there. Sylvie had still not drunk a drop. Stella excused herself to use the bathroom and Sylvie decided to ask Gabby about what'd happened that evening.

"Hey, uh, Gabby, can I ask you something? Completely confidential."

Gabby nodded, leaning onto the bar and looking at her, confused. "Yeah, sure. What's going on?"

Sylvie hesitated, thinking over what to say in her mind. She sighed, figuring it'd be best to just tell the truth. "Tonight, I woke up to knocking on my door, and I, uh, when I checked, all I found was this note." She pulled it from her pocket and showed it to Gabby, who read it, her eyes looking up to Sylvie in worry.

"Again?"

"It can't be the same people as before, you were there when he died. But I, uh, I think it might have been that man from the call yesterday morning. We spoke to Jay and Antonio about them, so maybe they're part of a bigger thing than just one man."

Gabby nodded, before turning to where Antonio was sitting. "Tonio, come here a second!"

He looked up at her, confused, before moving down to where they were sitting and taking the seat Stella had been sat on before. "What's going on, Gabby?"

"Sylvie said she got this note delivered to her place earlier tonight. She thinks it may have been that man who you questioned us about yesterday."

Antonio took the letter and read it, his face growing more worried with each word. "This is proof that it must be more than a one man show. We've still got both him and his wife in custody, and there's no way they could get a message to you. Do you live alone?" He asked her, looking up to Sylvie's worried face.

"Yeah, I do, why?" Sylvie frowned.

"You're coming to stay with Matt, Louie and I. That's final. Until this all blows over. Matt won't mind, and Louie loves you." Gabby quickly said, realising what Antonio was saying.

Antonio nodded at her. "Can you come down to the station with me, Sylvie? We'll ask you a few questions, and I'll come back to your apartment with you to grab your things. Just until this all blows over."

Sylvie took a deep breath, nodding. "Yeah, of course. I- is everything going to be okay? This isn't going to be like last time is it?"

She didn't miss the look of worry that flashed through Antonio's mind at the mention of what had happened before. He shook his head at her, standing up from the chair. "You're with the best protectors in this city, Sylvie. You're perfectly safe, don't worry yourself with this. It'll all blow over in time. You're going to be okay."