Title: Growing Pains
Chapter 9 – Digging into the Past
'Matt bought the drinks…he's to blame Heather's in jail…his fault…should have LOCKED HIM UP!'
Severide knows that some of what Hadley said is a baseless lie, just because someone else buys you a drink or even more than one, it was still Heather's choice to willingly get behind the wheel and drive drunk when she shouldn't have; the death of her friend would forever be upon her head. But the fact that Matt hadn't even told him that key detail forces his mind to dwell upon the other verbal zinger Hadley tossed at him.
'Oh he didn't tell you? I guess you're not the close friends you thought you were…Heather told me. That's what friends do! Talk!'
"Hey Hermann…you seen Casey?" Severide asks with sharp tone, Boden looking up from his meal with a frown. Casey had told him that everything went well at the school and that they both returned in a good frame of mind. But as he studies Severide's tight jaw, he knows not everything was as fine as Casey had intimated. What's going on?
"I thought we agreed to be open about everything involving Heather!" Severide states with a small huff as enters the quiet locker room; Casey looking up in surprise.
"We did…I told you what happened at the jail and with Hadley."
"I'm not talking about that Casey!"
Hearing the use of his first name followed by a small hiss, tells Casey that his friend was angry about something…but what? He had told him everything that happened at the school. When they parted in the parking lot, the mood was upbeat. What happened in the past ten minutes to suddenly change that?
"What's changed in ten minutes? I told you that Hadley showed up…"
"He showed up just now and said that you were the one who bought Heather her drinks. Is that true?"
"It's not how it sounds Kelly."
"You contributed to her driving drunk?" Severide demands, Boden listening outside the door and offering an invisible, but brief headshake. "Why didn't you tell me? Didn't you trust me with the truth?"
"It's not like that!"
"What's it like then?"
"You think I have fond memories of that night!" Casey lightly shouts back. "That I want to dwell on it? I forgot a detail…it wasn't intentional!"
"So it's true?" Severide asks weakly.
"I…" is all Casey manages before the alarm sounds; one last call to end a long shift and a very long day. "Yes I bought her a round but he's not got all his facts straight and..."
'Engine 51…truck 81…squad 3…ambulance 61…battalion 25…fire at senior's complex at…'
"LET'S MOVE!" They both hear Boden's voice shout.
With that Casey rushes past Severide, hurrying down the hallway and into the main open area; rushing to get his gear as his mind tries to assure him that after the call, they'll go for a beer, talk and then….get some sleep before a new day tomorrow.
But the day wasn't to end quite as easily as anticipated or as planned – for any of them.
"Casey where are you?"
"Sir, Mills and I are trapped on the second floor with two residents. I'm going to vent the….get…"
"CASEY! LOOK OUT!"
Severide looks up in horror just as the window on the third floor explodes and sends out a plume of superheated smoke; all eyes widening for a few seconds before frantic activity returns.
"Casey!" Boden's voice shouts as he frantically directs the hoses to redirect their watery spray to a new location. "Casey!"
"Chief, we…got out of the room…in time…" Casey's voice pants over the headsets. "A bit singed but we're fine. These two need help and fast."
"Casey can you make it back to the second level window you were just at?" Severide asks in haste as he trades worried glances with Boden. "It's the only way Chief."
"Mills! Take him to the stairwell. Now! Mills is bringing the male resident to the second floor fire escape. Guys the female resident can't make it…I need that ladder up here now!"
"On it!" Mouch's voice is heard as he and Cruz scramble to get their task done.
Severide mutters under his breath as he looks up to see Casey's head poke out of the smoky window for some fresh air. He knows he can't get after him for removing his oxygen mask as the elderly resident would need it more; it just signaled they all had to work faster.
"Here…take him!"
"Got him!" Clarke takes the elderly man as Severide helps Mills onto the unstable fire escape.
"Hold on Mills!" Severide states as he looks up to see the ladder finally reach Casey, Cruz and Hermann on their way up to retrieve the elderly female resident. "Casey…move your ass!" Severide barks impatiently as another plume of smoke blasts Casey from behind; his lips uttering a painful gasp as he's pushed onto the ledge of the window.
"I'm going up for Casey!"
"Severide that fire escape won't hold your weight!"
"I don't care!"
"I do and you'll wait. That's an order. The ladder is almost there!"
Severide can only mutter an angry curse but then utter a small sigh of relief as Casey slowly climbs onto the top of the ladder, Cruz telling everyone Casey was free and clear and the rest of the building was left for the hoses. Half hour later the fire on the south side of the building is completely extinguished; some residents treated for minor burns and smoke inhalation – no fatalities.
"Let's pack up and go home!" Boden calls out as Hermann slaps Casey on the back as he passes. Casey offers Hermann a weak smile as he looks past him to see Severide watching in concern. He offers a tight nod, his eyes trying to hold back a bit of pain but begging for his friend and fellow Lieutenant not to make a big deal about it in public. Casey doesn't make a fuss about the fact his neck was slightly singed in the fiery situation they just survived; another warning from a vengeful opponent.
"Alright guys see you in a few days!" Boden calls out as the members of each team starts to slowly disperse; Casey quickly changing and then heading out side to his truck and for home; opting to pick up some beer instead of going out to a bar – his body just wanting to shut down.
Severide reaches outside just in time to watch Casey's truck pull away and disappear around the corner.
"Who put the bee in his bonnet?" Shay asks somewhat innocently as Severide turns to her with a small scowl.
"I did," he huffs as he pulls away and heads for his car; Shay shaking her head and telling him they better make peace and fast. But not knowing that Casey also was stopping for beer, he pulls up to the cold beer and wine store closest to their shared home and offers a small smirk as he spies Casey's truck parked out front.
"I'll order the pizza," he mentions in a less agitated tone as he leaves the parking lot, pulls his phone and dials their favorite pizza place on the way home. It wasn't exactly a nutritional home-cooked meal, but it was late and they were both hungry.
Casey reaches home last, spies Severide's car and feels his stomach tighten. It wasn't that he had purposely tried to keep Severide in the dark about buying Heather the round – the truth was he felt guilty. As soon as they had pulled up to the scene of the accident, he felt blame…he felt responsible. Despite the fact that Heather had chosen on her own to drive drunk; he still felt guilt and that kept him silent. But that silence had been broken and now it was time to play the last card.
Casey locks the front door and heads toward the aromatic kitchen, his lips offering a small smile that his favorite pizza was waiting.
"I didn't tell you because I figured the guilt was mine to live with….and to be honest I just…didn't want to bring it up again," Casey starts out, his sudden words prompting Severide to look up and offer a small frown. "Yes I had stopped by the restaurant and ordered a round but it wasn't the only round and it wasn't the final round."
"Wish you had told me before he did," Severide offers somewhat sourly.
"And for that I do apologize but…when I got to that scene and I saw Heather and the shape of the car and Jen being loaded onto the stretcher…and then hearing she died…Kelly I blamed myself. I know Heather made the final choice but…"
"No, it's her fault. Shouldn't have just jumped on you like that. Hadley said you didn't tell me because we weren't as close of friends as I thought and it stung."
"It would have me also. But I didn't choose to keep it from you because I didn't think I could trust you. I felt responsible to a degree. We're told…we've both seen so many accidents involving drunk drivers and then the incident with the young boy and Voight's son…Heather should have known better but she didn't and I contributed to some of that. I live with that. I'm sorry I didn't tell you."
"After we nail Hadley to the wall I'm going to personally kick his ass," Severide offers with a small clip to his tone before he looks a bit more at Casey's flushed face but missing the small bright red spot on his neck; a painful burn covered by the back of his jacket collar. "You okay?"
"Tired and…yes a bit warm still," he offers somewhat sheepishly as he places the case of beer on the table. "I never meant to deceive you. I just…I see those two young faces depending on me and then I think…they would have their mother if it wasn't for me."
"I didn't want to make you feel that guilt again Matt…I just…he surprised me okay? He was gloating and…"
"And you were angry and acted…very much like you," Casey states thoughtfully as he closes the fridge door; sealing away the rest of the beer. "At least the whole House didn't see it."
"Very funny," Severide deadpans as he offers Casey a wry glance. "No way that last bottle is mine," Severide states just as both their hands land on the last bottle of Heineken beer.
"Uh, this one is mine, you drank yours when he had lasagna the other night."
"Did not."
"Did too," Casey tosses back with a small smirk.
"Oh yeah?" Severide snickers as he playfully wraps his arm around Casey's neck. But in doing so, the weight of his arm, causes severe friction from the fabric to rub against the burn, forcing Casey's lips to cry out in agony.
"What the hell?" Severide asks as he quickly steps back. "What happened?"
"It's nothing…can we eat?"
"What did I just touch?"
"Neck got a bit…it's nothing."
"Oh damn," Severide curses as he watches Casey pull back the jacket collar to reveal the one of the skin blisters now burst open.
"Can we eat?"
"I'll get the burn cream."
"Kelly…"
"Sit and wait!" Severide lightly barks as Casey shakes his head but slowly complies.
"I said it's nothing," Casey huffs as Severide returns with the cream and a soft pad. "I just…oww…"
"Well stop fidgeting," Severide growls as his lips purse and Casey's actions cease. Severide looks at the blistered skin and can only inwardly curse Casey's stubbornness in not saying something sooner as he knows the friction from his jacket caused it to rub raw. He gently applies the cream to the affected areas, leaving the open blister free of the oily substance but carefully covering it all up with the thick, soft pad and fastening it in place with two bandages.
"Thanks," Casey offers meekly as Severide sits down opposite; the pizza reminding them it wasn't going to hold onto its heat much longer.
"For the record…it wasn't your fault. Heather made the stupid choice to get behind the wheel all on her own."
"I honestly didn't think she'd do that," Casey shakes his head as they both finally start into their meal. "She knows better…she's…I've heard some of the stories Andy had told her…she knew better. She knew better."
"Have another slice," Severide directs when he notices Casey slightly shove his plate away after one slice.
"It's my favorite," Casey mentions softly as he reaches for another slice of the bacon, cheeseburger pizza.
"I know."
The rest of the meal is spent talking about the calls and then a bit more about what Hadley's real motives could be; Hadley once again failing to divide them with words as he had so hoped earlier. Casey had told Severide the final detail and now that it was out in the open, it was agreed upon that it wasn't Casey's fault – Heather was the one responsible for her own fateful actions that night and the blame rests with her. Now it was time to focus on other matters – digging into Hadley's past so that they could find some answers in the present.
After the few dishes are cleaned; each offer's the other a goodnight and both sink into slumber as soon as the lights are turned off.
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Casey's night is fitful as he had expected, waking earlier than he wanted thanks to the stiffness in his neck and his mind racing with fresh feelings of guilt purported by his discussion with Severide the night before. But he couldn't fault Kelly as Hadley was the one to blame…Hadley and himself. He should have been open about everything the night it happened but he wasn't and now he was paying the emotional price. Being too restless to just lie in bed, he gets up and quietly exits the house.
Severide awakens an hour later, rolling onto his side and hearing some strange noises coming from outside his bedroom window. "What the….hell…" he grumbles as he rubs his face and then opens the bottom of the blinds. "What…is he doing?" He groans as he looks at Casey pulling a dead tree over to the back of the yard and disappearing from view. He too knows that Casey's restless night was a result of their discussion and so tells himself to get up and help his friend dispel some of his nervous anxiety.
"Hey," Severide calls out as Casey looks up with a strained expression.
"Did I wake you?"
"Do firefighters ever really sleep in?" Severide gently snickers as Casey slowly walks up to the back deck. "Hey man I'm sorry about yesterday. Can we blame Hadley for putting us both on edge?"
"Yes," Casey replies with a firm nod.
"But…it's only seven AM…."
"Couldn't sleep and it was better than trying to defrost that small back porch freezer," Casey retorts lightly. "Wanna help?"
"Uh no…I have a better idea. Come on."
"Better?" Severide asks about twenty minutes later as they continue their brisk, early morning run.
"Both work," Casey gently shrugs as he offers Severide a small chuckle.
"How's the neck?"
"It's okay I just…" Casey starts into his reply; neither of them seeing the car slowly following behind them at a discreet pace. But as soon as they cross the intersection and enter a quieter part of the neighbourhood, the car behind them suddenly speeds up and if not for a barking dog, trying to get at a mocking cat the two of them would have been dealt a few more injuries than just a few scrapes and bruises.
"LOOK OUT!" Casey shouts as he gives Severide's right shoulder a good shove and dives to the right of the road; Severide hoping over a parked car before he drops to the ground.
"DAMN YOU HADLEY!" Severide shouts as the car screeches away around the corner and out of view. "You okay?" He asks Casey in haste as he hurries over to him.
"Yeah…you?"
"Yeah," Severide grumbles as he brushes some dirt off his dark sweatpants. "Damn bastard!"
"Come on…let's get back and get hunting," Casey suggests gruffly. The two of them head back to the house at a generous pace, reaching home with chests heaving and hearts racing. "Your dad say how the AI investigation is coming?"
"No and every time I ask, I'm told to drop it," Severide huffs as he opens the fridge; Casey starting on the coffee. "He just reminds me it's their business to bring him down and we don't want to interfere with it. Gee thanks dad, do you think you'll mind us checking into it when he kills one of us!" Severide's voice ends in a small hiss as he slams down the knife on the counter, prompting Casey to look up in surprise. "He doesn't get it."
"Bruce McNeil," Casey utters the name of the emergency contact. "Who do you think he is?"
"I remember Hadley mention his dad's name once, Scott but that was it. He never talked much about him but then again neither did I. What's really sad is he and I have a lot in common – family wise."
"You can't compare yourself Kelly, it's not fair to you. Hadley's making his choices and they are the wrong ones. You never gave in – ever."
"Would still like to beat the crap outta him," Severide tosses out lightly as Casey's lips offer a small smirk.
"Now that I don't blame you for in the least."
The two of them finish their breakfast, get dressed and finally head out in search of answers.
"Might not even be there anymore," Severide mentions as he looks out the front window of Casey's truck. "Still can't believe that Heather would give in like that."
"Andy ever say anything about Hadley?"
"Not really. And you know that Hadley and Andy never had many personal dealings at the House. Heather never was around Hadley much…in fact she almost seemed to avoid him. I'm sure if they were all friends in high school, Andy would have told me. Why?"
"Still wondering what Hadley wanted at the Darden place. We'll stop there after and see if any of the new locks have been tampered with."
"Okay," Severide nods in reply; his mind also wondering what Hadley could have been searching for, enough for him to actually break in and do some minor damage to a fallen friend's home.
"Okay so…"
"This is the place?" Severide asks weakly as Casey stops before a small, dilapidated house.
"That's the address on the form," Casey shrugs as they prepare to get out. Their eyes dart nervously around as they head up the steps, both hoping and praying that Kevin Hadley had something better to do than follow their every move. Casey had tried to make sure he took the long way through traffic and didn't see Hadley's car following but that wasn't a guarantee.
Casey knocks and then waits; both of them exchanging wondering glances until they hear footsteps nearing the door.
"Hello?" A rather timid voice calls out from behind the closed door; the curtain settling after a few seconds of rustling. "Who's there?"
"My name is Matt Casey and I'm with my friend Kelly Severide. We're firefighters from House 51. We're looking for Bruce McNeil. Is he home? We just need a few minutes of his time."
They hear the deadbolt unlocking and then watch as the door opens an inch, the thick security chain keeping the two strange men out at the moment.
"I'm sorry ma'am, we didn't mean to come at a bad time, but it is important. Is Mr. McNeil in?"
The finally opens all the way and both offer the woman with a sleeping baby in her arms a tender smile.
"Bruce is my father and he's…he's not doing too well."
"Sorry to hear that," Severide pipes up. "We don't want to upset him further but we need his help with something very important."
"He doesn't live here anymore. When it became too much to handle I was able to get a room for him at St. George's adult care home, room 305."
"Too much?" Casey gently presses. "What happened to him?"
"He has…"
"Alzheimer's?" Severide dares to inquire; Casey's heart sinking as the woman before them slowly nods.
"It's in it's early stages but with the war memories, he'd sometimes get violent and I couldn't take that risk with my new baby. I'm sorry."
"Yeah us to. Do you think he'd mind us dropping by to see him?"
"You can certainly try. Like I said, some days, he's the loving father I remember and others….he's a nightmare."
"Do you know Kevin Hadley?"
"Hadley…no…why?"
"He's about my build…red hair…kinda goofy."
"No I'm sorry but then dad knew and helped people I never met or was told about. What's this about?"
"He's a friend of ours and he's not doing to well and your father's name is listed as his emergency contact and so we're trying to track him down."
"He might not be much help now. Must be an old form you have."
"It is," Severide answers with a small sigh.
"Ron and I moved here a year ago from Baltimore when my dad took a turn for the worst and had no one to look after him. He just went into the home a few months ago. But my dad was always helping out people he knew…maybe this Kevin Hadley was a neighbor?" She suggests with a small shrug. "He never mentioned the name to me sorry. I wish I could help more but maybe my father will be having a good day today and you'll get some straight answers."
"I hope so," Severide offers with a small whisper.
"Okay thank you for your help," Casey offers with a small smile as they both pull back and take their leave, the woman locking the door in haste and then going back to her life.
"Alzheimer's…great," Severide mutters under his breath.
"The walking dead," Casey notes quietly as they get into his truck and pull away.
"You believe her?"
"We have to check it out but yeah it's probably a dead end. I'm guessing Hadley's already gotten to her and threatened her?" Casey suggests.
"Yeah maybe. But maybe we'll get lucky and old man will give us something or this is going to be a very short call." The rest ride to the care home is spent mostly in silence as each tries to contemplate if they'd find anything useful from the old man or if it was just another dead end; giving Hadley one more thing to be triumphant over.
"These places always seem so depressing," Severide mentions as they head into the front entrance of the care home, waiting for the security to buzz them into the main part of the building.
"I know. All the faces looking at you in…expectation," Casey adds as he gives an elderly face a kind smile as they sign in and head for the elevator to go up to the third floor.
"You do the talking."
"Why me?" Casey asks in haste.
"You're better with this…kinda stuff."
"Thanks," he replies dryly as Severide gives him a small smirk.
"Lunch is on me. What kind of toy do you want in your Happy Meal?"
"That's not even funny," Casey deadpans as they exit the elevator onto the quiet floor and head toward room 305. "Definitely don't want to end up in a place like this."
"I think I'd just swallow an ounce of lead if I got to this point," Severide huffs as they reach their intended destination and he gives the door a firm knock.
"Mr. McNeil?" Casey calls out as he slowly pushes the unlocked door open all the way. They both step into the entranceway and look at the elderly man sitting in an easy chair facing the window, looking outside with a peaceful expression. "Hello?" Casey tries once more as the aged face turns to them in wonder. "Mr. McNeil?"
"I've already had my walk today," he answers before turning back to the window. "I'm tired now."
"Okay that's uh…Mr. McNeil," Casey starts as they near the chair and then both stand in front of the old man, trying to not look too daunting. "I'm Matt and this is Kelly, we're friends of Laura's, your daughter," Casey tries to explain; using his daughters name as she had allowed them.
"Laura. She was by yesterday."
"She told us. She said you're doing well," Casey replies with a tender smile.
"Who are you?"
"Friends of Laura's. Actually we came to ask you about Kevin Hadley. He put your name down on his emergency contact form a few years back and we just wanted to know how you know him."
"Kevin…park ranger?"
"Uh no Sir," Casey replies weakly. "Firefighter. Do you remember him?" He asks as he pulls out his phone and shows a recent picture of Hadley.
"Kevin. Firefighter? He always wanted to be a park ranger," Bruce states with some conviction as he looks up at Severide. "You are a firefighter too?"
"Yes Sir, I worked with Kevin on the same squad."
"Lost a buddy of mine to the fire," Bruce muses as Casey's brow furrows.
"How did you know Kevin?"
"Kevin…where's Laura?"
"She's at home with your grandson," Casey answers as Severide's eyes slowly drift around the sparsely populated room. "She said she'd stop by in a few days. Did Kevin go to school with Laura?"
"Laura was by yesterday."
Severide's eyes finally rest on a cluster of photographs in frames on the old man's dresser and he slowly heads toward them. A few seconds later they widen in shock; his fingers picking up the small frame and then heading back to a somewhat frustrated Casey.
"Look at this," he whispers as he shows Casey a photograph of two men standing side by side in the woods, smiling and offering thumbs up to whomever was taking the picture.
"Mr. McNeil, this is Kevin Hadley," he points to the man on the left, Bruce's eyes dropping to the picture to take a look. "Who's this man?"
"The big hunt," Bruce whispers as he takes the picture; his lips spreading into a warm smile as his brain locks onto the happy memory for a few precious seconds. "I remember the hunt. Had so much fun. Love the forest."
"Please Mr. McNeil this is important. What's his name?"
"What's his name…." the elderly man mumbles as Casey looks up at Severide with a frown. "What's his name…I know him…my friend…I think."
Both of them sit in silence, determined to wait as long as possible, hoping that the memory would come back and they'd have their first solid lead to follow up on. But as the seconds tick by into minutes and the minutes threaten to drag on longer they both realize it's hopeless; he wasn't going to remember today.
"You boys here for my walk?" Bruce asks suddenly as Casey's face slightly droops before he forces himself to offer a strained smile.
"No Sir…we're um…here about Kevin Hadley and this man. Where they hunting?"
"The big hunt, yes," Bruce nods as he looks back down at the picture. "Got two deer that day. Big haul. Snowed the next day."
"Where was this taken? Which part of the state?"
"Always wanted to be a park ranger."
"Kevin Hadley?"
"Jason Cooper."
"Jason cooper?" Casey asks in haste as both quickly realize that not all hope is lost. "Is this Jason?"
"It is Jason," Bruce looks up with a smile. "Was a good hunt that day. It snowed the next day. He hates the city."
"Do you know where Jason lives now?" Severide dares to inquire; hoping beyond hope that Bruce could remember one more nugget of information. But it's not to be. Bruce reverts back to talking about the walk and asking why they'd come.
"I already had my walk!"
"We should leave before we upset him," Casey whispers as Severide nods and then places the frame back in it's original spot. "Thank you again Mr. McNeil," Casey states as Bruce's face softens.
"Thank you for coming, gets very lonely in here. Please come again," he entreats with a warm smile as both younger men look down with growing emotional lumps in their throats.
"We'll try," Casey replies with a weak smile as he clasps Bruce's hand and holds it for a few seconds, Severide doing the same until they both finally head for the door and exit into the hallway. "Wow I hate this place."
"Man it's depressing," Severide agrees with a heavy sigh.
"We gotta find Jason Cooper. Where do we even look?" Casey inquires as they get onto the elevator and head for the main floor to go out.
"Okay so he looked older than Hadley, but I doubt he was as old as McNeil," Severide muses as he pulls his phone and starts a name search.
"Look for an address outside of the city," Casey suggests as they reach the truck and both get inside, Casey looking at the quiet establishment with a somber mood as Severide continues his search. "You know now that we have a name we could always go back to Laura Wade and ask her about Jason Cooper."
"Worth a shot," Severide huffs. "Could take days searching out all these names. There's not many but none of them live close by."
They head back to their original address and once again Laura is kind, thanking them for at least giving her father a break in the monotony of the day and telling them she remembered her father talking about a Jason that lived on the outskirts of town by a large game reserve.
"I doubt if he's still there but it's worth a shot. Is my father in some kind of trouble?" She asks in haste.
"Not at all. In fact he's helped us a lot. Thank you again."
The two of them take their leave, hurrying back to the truck and then heading for the nearest highway and then out of town.
"I hope he's still there," Severide mutters as he watches the car zoom past. "So this guy just offers to be Hadley's emergency contact? There's a connection and if Bruce McNeil wasn't ill we would have found it out."
"Too bad his father wasn't around so he could ask him," Casey tosses back as they continue on their destination. "Hadley ever say where his father is?"
"Dead," Severide huffs. "But then I told people that about my dad also when I was bitter right after he left. I don't know. If he's around, I've never seen him. I checked the book for Scott Hadley nothing. Maybe he is dead?"
About an hour later Casey slows his truck as they approach the address they had found listed in the online search. "Looks…deserted," he remarks about the darkened house as they approach.
"Eerie," Severide comments as Casey looks over with arched brows. "Remind me again why you don't like horror movies?" He gently teases.
"Let's just go and get this over with," Casey groans as Severide teases him by making the Alfred Hitchcock theme from psycho. "Must you do that?"
"How can you rush into a burning building without even thinking twice but you are actually standing a bit too close as we near a creepy cabin," Severide teases as Casey shakes his head.
"Just knock," Casey growls as Severide chuckles and then knocks. "Sounds deserted," Casey continues as they head for the front door. "Mr. Cooper?" Casey calls out as he knocks firmly. "Hello? Mr. Cooper!"
Silence.
But just before he can knock once more, the two of them freeze as a distinct 'click' is heard and then both slowly turn around to come face to face with the end of a double barrel shotgun.
"What the hell do you two want?" The gruff male voice asks with an angry sneer.
A/N: Okay so you knew there had to be some kind of tension after Severide confronted Casey about that night's final outstanding detail. But another close call and you know they will quickly realize what can be easily taken away from their new family. And so…hmm a few more clues into Hadley's past. Where's his father? And who is confronting them at the end? Would love your reviews as to how this is all unfolding and thanks so much!