A/N: Lots of Antonio POV lately, but I'm sure you're enjoying it, even if the circumstance isn't great! Enjoy Chapter 15!

Antonio's POV

Antonio had been sat in the same chair by Sylvie's bedside for hours now. Gabby and Cruz had both disappeared to get food and coffee on different occasions yet Antonio had been the only constant for her. It was well into the night now and Antonio was still waiting for her to wake up.

The thought that she'd been shot and without help back there earlier today was killing him. He knew what it was like to be shot, it'd happened to him before, but the fact that Sylvie had to deal with the repercussions of it now made him wish that he'd kept a better eye on her. He knew it wasn't his fault, nor Gabby's. But he couldn't help but wish he'd not told her that there was little to no threat anymore when he knew there was still someone out there.

He watched for another few moments and sighed when she didn't wake up again. His hand was still holding hers and he'd been planning for the next few hours about everything he was going to do when they got out of the hospital. He was going to tell Gabby that Sylvie was coming to stay with him. The idea of Gabby having to watch over an injured Sylvie and look after Louie at the same time didn't sit well with him.

If Burgess and Tay had caught the guy that had shot Sylvie, the threats that she was dealing with would more or less be over. She wouldn't be in any more danger, and even if she thought it'd be too fast for them to move in together, it was for both safety and care reasons. The fact that they were dating was just an added bonus.

He felt her stir a second later, his eyes moving instantly to her face where her eyes were fluttering open. He felt a surge of excitement run through him at the fact that she was okay and awake.

"Hey. Hey, baby," he muttered, leaning up and pressing a soft kiss to her cheek. She smiled softly back at him.

"Oh, hey, Antonio," he chuckled at her nonchalant tone and sat back down in his chair.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, his hand still holding hers tightly.

She shrugged slightly, turning her head to him. "I've felt better, really," she nodded. "Where's everyone else?"

Antonio looked around the room and turned back to her. "Gabby and Cruz were here before. I think they went to the bathroom or to get coffee or something. I wasn't actually paying attention... bit too occupied with worrying about you. Everyone else had to go back to work. Your shift isn't over for another few hours."

She grinned at him and shook her head. "Well, it's nice to know I had you worrying about me. I'm okay, though. Don't worry. Do the others know I'm okay? Did they catch the shooter? When did you find out about everything?"

Antonio chuckled, "Shhh, baby," he laughed at her many questions. "Everyone knows you're okay. Dr. Rhodes here took very good care of you. Don't worry yourself about all that. I'm not sure if they caught the shooter, I haven't been in contact with Intelligence since I got here, I probably should though. When did I find out? I was there, Sylvie. I heard your call over the radio, tagged along with Tay and Burgess, found you bleeding out beside the ambo. You scared me half to death."

"I'm sorry," she muttered, her eyes falling down to the blanket of the bed. "I wish it wasn't you that had found me like that. You didn't deserve that. I probably looked horrendous... covered in blood and snow."

"You looked just fine," Antonio shook his head, gripping her hand tighter and pressing a kiss to her knuckles. "I'm glad it was me who found you..."

She was about to speak again when Cruz and Gabby reappeared in her room. He looked up at them and noticed the large grin covering Cruz's face.

"Nice to see you're good and awake," he grinned, leaning down and pressing a kiss to her cheek. He sat a book down on the table beside her bed. "Otis told me I had to bring this book up for you. Dune by Frank Herbert, it's called. Told me you like it and might want to reread it while you're in here."

Sylvie smiled at him. "Oh, thanks so much, Cruz. Tell Otis I say thank you when you see him again. It's one of my favourites."

Antonio, Gabby and Cruz had let Sylvie fall back asleep again a few hours later, just before midnight. Rhodes had come in and checked up on her, giving the three of them the good news that she'd be completely fine with a lot of rest and care.

After she'd fallen asleep again, Cruz had decided to head back to the firehouse, wanting to give the news to Otis and the rest of the firehouse who had headed back to work. Their shift technically hadn't ended yet, but it didn't bother Boden to have Cruz and Gabby off when they were with Sylvie.

After a few minutes, Antonio decided he needed to talk to Gabby about his decision and pulled her outside, just out of the doors so that they'd be able to check on Sylvie if needed, yet if she woke up, she wouldn't be able to hear.

"What's up, Tonio?" Gabby asked, leaning against the wall outside her room.

"I've had an idea, and really, there's no choice for you here. I've been thinking about it for hours, and it's in the best interest of Sylvie, okay?" He began to speak. Gabby nodded at him, crossing her arms across her chest and listening to him as he continued to speak. "I'm going to have Sylvie come and stay with me."

Gabby frowned. "Wait, are you serious, Tonio? She's just been shot! I'm the paramedic, I can take care of her better than you can."

He shook his head in annoyance. "Listen, sis. You've got Matt and Louie back at home. I can tell that you want your space with your family, and I know Sylvie doesn't want to intrude on you all. So, if I have her come and stay with me, you're still free to visit her, it just means you get your space, and she gets hers. I'm perfectly capable of looking after someone who has been shot, Gabby. Don't doubt me here."

"Antonio, you're overreacting. This is Sylvie we're talking about. You've been dating for what, two, three weeks? There is no way Sylvie will agree to come and stay with you over all this. She can take care of herself."

"Enough, Gabby!" Antonio exclaimed, earning a glare from some of the doctors and nurses around the hallway. "She's coming to stay with me. I'm not okay with the idea of you taking care of everyone and putting so much stress on yourself, especially now that you're a mom. She can move back into her apartment when we've cleared everything at the station and she's ready to work again. I've made my decision, and it's final."

Without a second thought, Antonio disappeared back into the hospital room and resumed his seat beside Sylvie's bed. He hated fighting with his sister, but he knew it was for the best this time. He knew that when Sylvie was discharged, she would surely not want to be a burden on Gabby, and the only way for that to stop and change was for him to make the decision for her.

It was just after 8am that Antonio decided to stop by the precinct. He trusted Gabby to stay and look after Sylvie and knew that Cruz and Otis would be visiting her soon enough anyway, so she'd be fine until he got back later.

He pulled up outside the precinct and made his way upstairs to Intelligence, not without being spotted by Platt, of course. "Hey, Antonio!" She called. He sighed and walked back to the desk, stopping in front of it and raising his eyebrows.

"How's Sylvie Brett doing? We've all heard about what happened." Platt said, quietly. Even if everyone there knew she'd been shot, Platt wasn't one to make a big deal out of being shot. She'd been shot before, and she knew it wasn't fun.

Antonio shrugged, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans. "She's good, awake, responsive and all that. Gabby and some of the firehouse guys are with her now. Should be discharged by the Tuesday on a two-week medical work break."

Platt nodded at him. "That's good to hear, Antonio," she replied. "I'm sure you want to get back to her so I'll let you go up and do what you're here to do."

"Thanks, Trudy," he muttered, making his way upstairs to Intelligence. He spotted the rest of the team all sitting at their desks - Mouse, Atwater, Ruzek, Olinsky, Halstead, and Erin. Voight was in his office.

Erin, upon seeing him, jumped up from her desk immediately, and rushed toward Antonio, pulling him into a hug. "You doin' okay?" She asked him, obviously worried. It seemed that Erin's hug had alerted everyone to Antonio's presence and they all hurried up to him, clapping him on the back and making their apologies.

Antonio assured them all he was fine before Voight came out and greeted him a well, giving him a somewhat uncharacteristic hug and making sure he was okay.

"How is she, man?" Ruzek asked, sitting down on the edge of Atwater's desk. Antonio knew that Ruzek was friends with Sylvie, and had been for a while. They'd met and spoken quite a few times at Molly's and developed a friendship, and Antonio liked that Sylvie had so many people looking out for her.

He explained to them her condition, all of them listening intently to what he spoke about. "Burgess and Tay - I tagged along to the scene with them. Did they catch the shooter?"

Voight nodded, letting Antonio breathe a sigh of relief. "They brought him back to the precinct a few hours after Sylvie was taken to the hospital. Found him wandering the streets, still holding the gun. We got a few calls from worried residents which helped us track him down."

"And that means?" Antonio asked, hoping that he'd be able to head back to the hospital and tell Sylvie that everything was going to be okay and that the threat was gone now.

"That means that Sylvie and Gabby are safe. We've got all the men associated with that fire and those threats in custody. The shooter won't talk, though. But both the man and his wife from the fire, the man who destroyed her car have. We'll still keep those patrol cars watching for a few more days to make sure everything's good, but for the most part, we're sure that all threats are finished."

Antonio nodded. "Where is he? The shooter?"

"He's downstairs, we're still trying to get him to talk." Voight explained. With a simple look from Antonio, he knew what the plan was. Voight nodded at him and disappeared back into his office. He'd always admired his friendship with Voight, and the fact that a simple look could convey everything. Antonio would head downstairs and make a detour to the back where the cage was. Voight would join him with the shooter.

"I'll walk you down," Jay spoke, walking down the stairs with Antonio. He stopped just outside the gate. "Hey, you and Sylvie - how serious is this?"

Antonio looked at him and raised his eyebrows as if asking if he was really asking that question now, less than a day after she'd been shot.

"We're serious, Jay." He looked at him, his face empty of emotion.

Jay nodded at him. "I was just checking, man. You know you're my friend, and I care about you. I don't want you to have to deal with what happened with Laura before, buddy."

Antonio sighed and nodded at him. "I know, Jay. But trust me - Sylvie isn't Laura. She never has been and she never will be. She's good, and this is working. I appreciate you checking up on me. But please, don't do it again."

With a laugh, Jay grinned. "You got it, man."

As Jay headed back upstairs to the Intelligence Unit, Antonio took the opposite turn from the door, passing by Platt and out the back, waiting for Voight to arrive with the shooter so that the two of them could do exactly what Antonio had planned to since he found Sylvie. Give him hell.