After a few weeks, Cyra was officially transferred to 51. She was happy and normal while she and Casey continued to repair their relationship. Then one day, she starts wearing long sleeves and staying quiet, isolating herself at the station. When anyone would ask what was wrong, she would smile and say everything was fine.

Whispers started going around. The following shift, she came in with a black eye and a cut on her lip. "What the hell happened to you, lieutenant?" Capp asked her when he saw her face. Casey looked up from the paper he was reading and stood up when he saw her.

"It's none of your business Capp." She locked eyes with Casey. "I just had a little mishap with the stairs." Birch left before anyone could say anything.

"That's impossible."

Casey looked over at her, furrowing his eyebrows. "Why do you say that, Capp?"

"She lives in a one-story house with her boyfriend and son."

Casey's stomach dropped. No way Jonathan would do anything like that, right? He knew there was only one way to find out.

Casey found her in the locker room, staring at the floor in front of her locker. "Hey."

"What do you want?"

He sat next to her, and she flinched a little when he reached for her. "Jonathan did this, didn't he?"

"Why do you think that?" She looked over at her cousin.

"Capp told me you live in a one-story house."

She shrugged. "And?"

"You didn't fall down any stairs. What are you going to do?"

"Nothing. He didn't do anything."

Casey couldn't help but feel angry. "Why are you defending him?"

"I'm not because he didn't do it." The alarm interrupted the conversation. "Thank god." She ran to her truck and climbed in while Capp started asking her questions.

"You live in a one-story house; what stairs could you have fallen down?"

"Shut up and focus on getting your turnout on."

It was another car accident, but it was a car and a motorcycle this time. The motorcycle rider had his arm stuck inside the wheel of the car. The driver was panicking on the sidewalk. Cyra tried to figure out how to free his arm while Shay and Dawson started treating him as best they could. Going under the car and using a flashlight, Birch bit her lip. "How's it look?"

"Shay, get under here."

The paramedic crawled underneath and looked at the arm. She was seeing what Birch saw. "Okay. We need to tell Boden."

They got up from underneath the car and stood by the chief. "His arm is completely mangled under there. I don't think there is a way to save the arm." Cyra put her flashlight away and put her helmet back on as she shook her head.

Shay shook her head. "There isn't a way. It has to come off."

"Squad and Truck, make sure no one can see, especially the driver. Do what you have to, Shay." They went to do their assigned tasks.

"All right, everyone back!" People didn't move very quickly as Birch and Cruz pushed them back.

"Hurry, we don't have much time. He's going into shock." Dawson called out.

"Everyone back up now! We need room to work. Ma'am, go with Lieutenant Casey." Birch pointed the driver in the direction of Matt, and he took her to stand behind the truck. The man let out strangled cries of pain, and some bystanders started regaining interest. "I said back up."

Finally, the police arrived and helped with the crowd. Pretty soon, the paramedics rushed off to the hospital with the man, hoping they weren't too late.

"What do we do with the car? It's still got part of the arm in it."

"The police said they would handle it. We should get back to the station." Everyone had somber expressions as they got back in the house. The squad members sat at their table in the bay.

"Chief, can I talk to you in private?" Casey followed Boden into his office. "I'm assuming you've noticed how bad Cyra's injuries are."

"Yes. That seems like a lot for falling down the stairs."

"She lives in a one-story home. And we both know she's not clumsy, so her falling down steps is very unlikely."

"Then how do you think she got hurt?"

"I think it was her boyfriend, Jonathan."

"Why do you say that?"

"When I asked her about it, she avoided looking at me and was kinda dodgy with her answers."

Boden sighed. "What do you want me to do about it?"

"Can't you help? In any way? Like, try talking to her."

"I can try. You know her better than anyone here. You know she's stubborn."

"I have a feeling she'll listen to you."

"I can try."

"Thanks." Casey went into the kitchen and sat down with Dawson. She was looking at a cat on her screen. "What are you doing?"

"I'm thinking of adopting a cat. The place is a little lonely."

"Oh, that's nice. You seem like a cat person."

"And whys that?"

"You've both got an attitude." She gently hit him on the arm and kept searching.