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Sylvie awoke early on the next morning of her shift to the smell of pancakes. She grinned to herself as she pulled herself from her bed and headed to the small bathroom joined onto her room, quickly showering and freshening up before getting dressed in her uniform and heading out of her room.

Matt was in the kitchen, already dressed and ready for the day. Louie was on the couch watching television and Gabby was nowhere to be found. "Morning, Brett," Matt greeted her. "Pancake? I may not be the best cook, but Louie likes them so I can at least guarantee they're partly edible."

Sylvie chuckled and nodded, letting Matt serve her up two pancakes. She poured a considerable amount of maple syrup on them and sat at the bench, digging into them immediately. "Where's Gabby?"

"She's getting ready, woke up a bit late. Louie wouldn't go to sleep last night so she stayed up reading. Usually she cooks breakfast, but I took the duty today so she could sleep in a little longer. I've been up for an hour or so."

It was almost quarter past six in the morning and their shift started at 7:00am, meaning they'd have to leave the house soon to get there on time for their shift to start. There hadn't been any more threats or difficulties at work that Sylvie knew about, but she felt confident that Antonio would tell her if anything came up. She, however, had been trying to ignore the fact that she'd been thinking of Antonio out of the threat situation and more in a casual possibly more than a friendship way.

"Damn, this shift can't get any worse, can it?" Otis groaned, throwing himself onto the couch and kicking his feet up onto the coffee table in front of him.

"If you don't get your feet off that table I can guarantee it will," Severide chuckled, taking a seat on the round table behind the couches and picking up the newspaper he'd left there before their last call.

Sylvie followed him to the table and sat down, leaning back in the chair and looking at him with a frown on her face, hoping he'd notice. She hadn't seen Stella or Gabby come back inside yet since their call, but she couldn't blame them after how rude Severide had been to Stella back at the call.

They were both taking it tough after the incident with Grant at Molly's, where Severide had almost killed him. But Sylvie knew he'd taken it too far when he told Stella to get out of his way or he'd make her. It was obvious the two had feelings for one another, but Sylvie hated seeing her friends hurt. It tore at her insides that Severide wasn't reacting. She cleared her throat and raised her eyebrows at him.

He mimicked her expression. "What's up?"

"You know what's up, Kelly."

"Oh, come on? That argument with Stella? It's no big deal. It isn't. She was in my way and she knew it. It'll be old news by the end of shift, I can guarantee that." Severide shrugged, turning the page of the newspaper.

"Kelly, come on. I know you, and I know Stella. There's no way you'd treat her like that normally, so just apologise. It can't hurt. She's been through hell and back recently. Just... be nice, okay?" Sylvie sighed, moving to stand up.

"I'll apologise when you can tie down a real boyfriend, Brett," Kelly scoffed. She turned back to him, furrowing her eyebrows in annoyance.

"Just apologise to Stella, Kelly. Don't be a douche about it."

She turned her back to him and walked away, leaving the kitchen and heading to her bed, sighing in annoyance, but slightly agreeing with him at the fact that she knew it was virtually impossible for her to do.

"How's everything going over at the station?" Will Halstead asked, taking a sip of his drink and turning to Sylvie. She nodded at him, swallowing a sip of her own.

"It's been really good lately, tough, as always, but good. What's life like at Med? I feel like I've brought a ton of patients there lately but I haven't seen you. It's always been Nat or Ethan." She remembered.

Will nodded back at her. "Yeah, I've been busy most of this week. Hard to get away from patients to get a time to myself, you know. I'm surprised I even dragged myself to Molly's tonight. But Jay insisted. Told me I had to," he looked to the back of the room where Jay was sat. "I don't see why, though. He's spent the whole night with Erin. I suppose I'm just lucky you're here."

Sylvie chuckled, taking another sip of her drink. "Oh, tell me about it. I'm staying with Gabby and Matt right now, but I think I make a decent third wheel."

"You probably do. Plus they've got a kid now, right? You can just hang with that little guy." Will grinned.

"Oh, yeah. He's very talkative. We speak daily about politics and the state of finance in America. A very wise child," Sylvie said, sarcastically. Will rolled his eyes and chuckled, shaking his head.

Both Gabby and Matt weren't at Molly's tonight. Sylvie had driven here on her own for two reasons: she needed a drink and to see her friends, and she had quietly hoped to run into Antonio here.

She had, instead, run into Will, though. They'd known each other through Med and he was great to talk to. Due to their jobs, they always had something to talk about. She knew, at least, that she could trust him to not want anything more than a friendship with her, which made her grateful. He was happily dating Nina Shore from over at Med, and the two of them seemed really happy. Sylvie couldn't help the feeling in the back of her mind that everyone around her was coupling up and that soon, she'd be the only one alone.

Sylvie and Will said their goodbyes just before 11:00pm, Sylvie leaving Will in Molly's to go to see Jay and Erin. She silently made her way to her car, humming as she did so, pulling the keys out of her bag.

Though, she stopped dead still as she saw her car. The windows were completely smashed in, glass covering the road and pavement around it, and the seats inside. The tires were all flat and popped and, from what she could see, a brown box sat on the front seat.

With shaking hands, she pulled her phone out of her bag, hitting the first number that came to mind. He answered with a worried "Sylvie?"

"Antonio," Sylvie whispered, hoping he'd be able to hear her. "How far away from Molly's are you? Because something else has happened."

She could hear movement on the other end of the line. "Sylvie? What's happened? Are you okay?"

Soon after, a car engine started and she nodded before remembering she was on the phone. "My car. It's - the windows are broken. Tires are flat. There's a - there's a box on the front seat."

She could tell that Antonio was driving from the sound of the engine and sighed in relief that he was on his way, having momentarily forgot that Jay, another police officer, was inside.

"Just hold still, don't move and don't touch the car. I'll be there in a few minutes. Don't do anything. Don't touch the box, you hear me? Just hold out until I'm there."