A/N: How crazy was episode 12? I can't believe the events that happened, and my heart is truly broken for Brettonio. I had some other plans for this chapter, but I scrapped most of them because I knew Brettonio shippers, like me, are hurting right now. We deserve cute Brettonio scenes. So, enjoy Chapter 23!

"And lunch is served," Sylvie grinned, waving her hands around much to enthusiastically after their last call - a chemical leak which ended in an explosion and over ten injuries.

Severide sauntered up to the counter and leant onto it. "What did you cook for us, Brett? Is that stir-fry I can see?"

She smiled at him and nodded. "My signature dish, chicken stir-fry. I figured it'd be a good comfort food of sorts after that last call." Sylvie shrugged and scooped some into a bowl of her own. "Serve yourselves!"

Sylvie stepped away from the counter and the stir-fry and headed down to a spare seat at the table. She watched as a small line formed while everyone got their lunch, and couldn't help smiling as she saw Boden help himself to some as well.

As she ate, she couldn't help but let her mind wander. Everything was going well with Antonio, her work life was great, her friends were as supportive as ever, but the threat of Harrison being back in town was scaring her. Antonio still had no idea about the text, but Sylvie was just hoping that Harrison had left town now.

After all, he had texted her a week ago, and surely that meant that he'd be gone by now and that he wouldn't try and contact her again. She couldn't be sure about it, of course, but at least she could hope.

Gabby and Stella sat down on either side of her and dug into their stir-fry happily. Everyone else in the firehouse was enjoying some of it, and Sylvie hadn't missed Connie taking a tiny scoop of it to eat with her usual homemade sandwich either.

"Mmmmm," Stella groaned beside her. "This food, Sylvie? It's heavenly."

Sylvie grinned at her. "Well, I'm very glad you're enjoying it, Stella." She laughed and shook her head in amusement, finishing her own bowl and taking it up to the sink. Luckily, she'd cooked the lunch, which meant she didn't have to wash anything up. She'd be lying if she said that wasn't part of why she cooked for everyone most of the time.

As Mouch came up to grab seconds, she heard the alarm sound and a call come in. "Truck 81, Ambulance 61, apartment fire, 2175 South Washtenaw Avenue."

Gabby joined Sylvie as they quickly headed out of the firehouse.

They reached the scene in minutes, pulling up outside and getting out of the ambo. Casey and Stella headed into the house, the fire not looking too bad from the outside. Sylvie stood beside Gabby, waiting.

"How's everything with Louie going?" Sylvie asked, hesitantly. She hadn't heard much about it since she'd spoken with Gabby at the hospital.

Gabby shrugged. "Who knows right now? We set up a meeting with his Dad, and he didn't even show. So I don't even know what's going on."

"I'm sorry, Gabby," Sylvie frowned. "I hope everything clears up for you and Matt. You two deserve to keep Louie. I'm sorry that he didn't show up to your meeting."

"It's fine, Sylvie. Don't sweat it. It isn't your fault," she smiled as reassuringly as possible, moving to watch the house more intently. She frowned and looked over at Otis. "Shouldn't they be out by now?"

Otis nodded at her and frowned, grabbing the radio. "Casey, Kidd - you two all right in there? What's the situation? Report back."

Nothing came back through the radio, and Otis called in again.

As Herrmann moved to walk into the house, Casey and Kidd came stumbling out, both of them with their arms around a middle aged man.

Sylvie and Gabby ran forward immediately with the gurney.

"Everyone get down! There's gas!" Casey yelled, hurrying down the front steps of the house before throwing the three of them to the ground. Gabby quickly stopped the gurney and grabbed Sylvie's arm, pulling her down behind the gurney just as the windows burst, flames spewing out of all of them.

Sylvie stayed down, peeking out from the gurney to see if it was save to move yet. She saw Stella kneeling, moving the man they'd pulled from the house up. Casey moved beside her and stood, pulling the man toward the gurney. Sylvie and Gabby got up quickly, helping him onto the gurney and wheeling him over to the ambulance.

Her heart was still beating fast in her chest as she pulled away from the scene.

"Sylvie, hey!" Will called, hurrying to catch up with Sylvie. "You here from a call?" He asked her, stopping in front of her.

She nodded at him. "Yeah, I was just heading back out to the ambo. Gabby's in with Casey and Stella, they're getting checked by Natalie and April. There was an explosion at the scene and they were right in it."

"Shit, are they okay?" Will asked, frowning suddenly.

"Yeah, as far as I low. It's just a bit of a check-up to make sure, I suppose," she smiled. "How have you been, though, Will?"

Will shrugged at her and smiled. "Decent, really decent. It's been a busy week this week here at Med but I'm doing fine, really. I like being busy. How have you been, though? Since, you know, the text?"

Sylvie trusted Will - she always had. She'd felt a bit like he was the only person he could trust with what had happened at Molly's. It wouldn't be right to tell Gabby or Matt, especially with how well they knew Antonio.

"I've been fine," Sylvie replied. "Everything is okay with that whole thing. I haven't replied to him and he hasn't contacted me since. I don't really think it's anything to worry about."

Will nodded at her, crossing his arms over his chest. "I think you should tell Antonio, though. If you haven't already."

With a frown, Sylvie shook her head. "I don't think I need to, Will. If nothing has happened and I haven't replied, I don't want to make it into a big deal. And I know I should, Will. But I just... I don't want to cause unnecessary stress, you know?" She sighed and looked down at her feet.

"Listen, I should really get back to the ambo," Sylvie began, stepping away from Will. "Just- please don't mention this to anyone, Will. Please."

Will watched her as she walked away and sighed before leaving and heading to Maggie to get his next patient.

"I'm glad you decided to cook me blueberry pancakes instead of buying them at that diner we used to go to," Sylvie grinned, leaning on her hand.

Antonio chuckled at her and cut into one of his pancakes. "Well, I've got to keep my girl happy, don't I?" He smirked, picking up his coffee and taking a sip. "Plus, I'm due at work in an hour so it's the least I could do to welcome you home."

Sylvie couldn't hide the smile from her face as she bit into a pancake.

She was feeling a little guilty, having kept the truth about Harrison from Antonio. But she knew that she couldn't tell him, not now. If she was going to tell him at all, it should have been straight away. Telling him now would create drama she didn't want.

"What are you up to this weekend?" She asked, taking a sip of her own coffee and cutting into another pancake. She only had one more shift this week and was looking forward to a hopefully relaxing weekend with Antonio.

He sighed at her and put his fork down. "Laura contacted me last night, while you were at work," Sylvie froze, her fork in mid-air. Laura, his ex-wife, had contacted him again? "She wants me to go out with her, Diego and Eva on Saturday. She thinks it'll be good for them. You know, to have the family back together."

Sylvie nodded apprehensively. "So, you're going to go?"

He nodded back at her. "You're welcome to come al-"

"No!" Sylvie shook her head quickly. "No, you need this time with your kids. Even if Laura is with you, I trust you. I mean, did you cook her blueberry pancakes every morning? Did you let her move in with you after such a short time dating?"

Antonio chuckled at her and shook his head. "No, I didn't cook her breakfast every morning. Nor did we move in very quickly together," he smiled. "But thank you for trusting me with this, baby."

She smiled back at him. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

After finishing up their breakfast, Antonio sat their plates and mugs in the sink and headed to their bedroom to grab his jacket and gear for work.

He joined her back in the kitchen where she was grabbing a glass of water.

"What are you up to today?" He asked her, pulling on his jacket.

"Well, right now I'm going to sleep for a few hours, and then I think I'll finish reading Dune so I can give it back to Otis. I might cook something before you get home, too. Cake sound alright to you?"

He grinned at her and nodded before stepping forward and pressing a kiss to her lips. "You live an exciting life," he mumbled, grinning as he pulled away from her. "I'll see you tonight, baby. Make sure you get a good sleep, my bed is yours."

Sylvie smiled at him and kissed him back swiftly. "Your bed is comfier," she grinned.

"Cake is good," Antonio called, heading towards the door. "And yes, by the way."

She frowned, confused. "Yes to what?"

Antonio couldn't help but grin as he pulled the door almost closed. "Yes, I want you to move in with me permanently, baby."

Before Sylvie got the chance to answer, he pulled the door closed, a grin etched on his face as Sylvie chuckled happily to herself, grabbed her glass of water and retreated to her and Antonio's bedroom, happily crawling under the covers and letting herself sleep.