Thank you for keeping those awesome reviews rolling in. Again, I am overwhelmed and find myself smiling with each one. I love that you love Linseride as much as I do! Now that Chicago Fire has put our couple on deep freeze, I feel like all we have is FF. The drama is peeking in … hope you enjoy!

"Who needs this weekend?" asked Shay piling out of Erin's car grabbing the two bottles at her feet. "Looky what I brought!" she said showing the girls some new tequila she found. "Cinnamon!"

"That's wrong on so many levels," remarked Cailin grabbing her pillow and two bottles of her own. Whiskey.

"I so need this weekend, but I might just sleep ladies," grumbled Gabby waking up from her car nap, grabbing her snuggie.

"You sure about that whole firefighter thing? We can always get back together. Kiss and make up?" Shay said hope in her eyes.

"Thought you liked your new partner?" asked Erin who'd done most of the driving to Benny's not so secret cabin. Kelly's dad bought the place during his stint with wife #2 as a getaway when he needed to escape the pressures of family life. But Becky, his current wife, had turned the place into a family destination, a place they brought the kids to. She also made sure to offer it up to Benny's first born. In turn, he'd offered it to the women in his life.

"I like her. She's sweet," replied Shay slowly, change of topic needed.

"But?" pried Erin, her interest piqued. The way the girl had eyeballed her husband was kind of funny, but also a little irritating. Kelly, in typical Kelly fashion, didn't have a clue.

"Let's get all this crap inside. Then we'll drink and gossip. That okay with you Lindsay?" Shay cut her off, overloading her arms with two bags, her pillow, and a blanket, the bottles teetering in both hands.

"Be careful. Wouldn't want you to drop those things," warned Gabby, trudging inside slowly.

"Drop them, drop them," whispered Cailin while Erin snickered from behind.

"Be nice Callahan," she warned. "I heard that's Clarke's drink of choice," Erin teased. "That or a lemon drop."

"Jeff wouldn't know a lemon drop if it dropped on his head," snorted Cally trying to picture her cowboy with any drink where a pinkie had to be lifted. Not happenin'.

"Lips sealed on this one, but Kelly drank four mimosas two weekends ago when I made him go to Officer Delpino's couples shower." Erin rattled it off and waited for the fallout.

Shay about came out of her skin, the women thinking the bottles were going to bite it. "What?!"

"He was grumpy and that was all there was, sooo…" Erin shrugged her shoulders innocently, laughing at her reveal.

The girls giggled as they dropped their stuff in the main room, a small noise coming from the couch. The gurgling sound got louder with a snort mixed in.

Shay peeked over the back of the couch and her best girl was wrapped up with the snuggie, snoring lightly, deep in slumber.

"Kelly, I hate to call you when you're off but I, I…" Brett was sobbing now…" think Harrison's outside my apartment. I'm probably imagining the whole thing," Sylvie had argued with herself for half an hour, finally breaking down. Shay was out of town… she really had no one else and the fear of seeing her supposed gone ex parked outside her place sent chills down her spine.

"Brett, stop speaking. Text me your address. I gotta buddy over and we'll head by, check it out," Kelly thought she was crazy. No, he knew she was crazy, but she was family now. All the guys took their little broken bird under their wings at 51, Kelly wished she'd called one of them instead of him.

He hung up, looking at Clarke and the enormous pile of chicken wings calling his name. "You up for a quick run?" he asked his friend. "It'll be a fast one."

Jeff was still stifling a laugh at the Cally text about mimosas…wonderin' how he would work that into tonight. It had to be done. Severide had to pay for moving violation of the guy code.

"So she's got a crazy ex who showed up at the house threatening her?" asked Clarke not looking forward to this little side excursion. Wings, beer, maybe a mimosa for Severide… that was all he wanted on his plate tonight.

Kelly shook his head "yes."

"And you didn't get Erin involved in this why?" Clarke asked, trying to get a clearer picture of the situation.

"Now that's a story for later tonight. She thinks this kid's got a crush on me…"

"Aaaah, now the truth comes out," laughed Jeff imagining Cally's reaction if he was playing hero to a cute young thing at his house. He knew he wasn't that brave… or stupid.

"Nah, it ain't like that," protested Kelly. "She's harmless."

They pulled up and Kelly saw the ex immediately. "Shit, he is here. That's him," he said pointing to a blue Ford parked across from the address Brett sent him.

Kelly flew out of his car going to his trunk for his favorite tool, the halligan. Reaching in he took it with one hand, slapping it in the other back and forth before Clarke had a chance to reach him.

"Whoa, hold up, Severide. Let's think this through," he said putting a hand on Kelly's arm.

Kelly knocked loudly on Harrison's door. The man inside pushed lock three times even though his door was already sealed tight.

"Open up. I just wanna talk," yelled Kelly throwing the halligan to the side. "See," he said holding up his hands, "just talk."

Harrison shook his head no, no way in hell.

"Okay, you wanna do it this way." Kelly picked the halligan back up and started prying on the door, the twisting metal sound mimicking nails on an old fashioned chalkboard.

"Severide, stop!" Clarke grabbled his friend's shoulders. "I'm pretty sure he's not doin' anything illegal," reasoned Jeff.

"You!" yelled Kelly tapping on the glass in front of the man's face. "You are leavin' town now or I'm gonna use this on your face." He moved the tool up and down. "Got it?" he asked holding the halligan with both hands in a baseball grip.

Harrison started up his car, fumbling with his key. He sped off not looking at the fireman until he was a block down, seeing the insane lieutenant in his rear view mirror. We'll see about that, he thought, the distance helping with those bravery genes. We'll see.

Sleep was out for Dawson. Drinking was in. The tribe had spoken. They were so far in they'd gone through three bottles like they were gulping water, each woman needing this weekend for different reasons.

"Time to break out the good stuff," slurred Shay, opening one of her cinnamon tequila bottles.

"I'm pretty sure this is violating every part of my Dominican heritage," said Gabby. "Tequila and lime muy perfecto, adding cinnamon is sacrilege."

"Did I tell ya how much I missss you, Dawson?" asked Shay slamming the bottle down on the coffee table after filling the shot glasses lined up, spilling a good share along the way.

"I miss you too," murmured Gabby eyeing the light brownish liquid in her glass.

"Brett is sweet. I like her. I do, but…"

Erin's senses came alive, tuning into the words to follow.

"She's not all the way in, you know? Like she's just spending some time before she runs off."

"Wait," Shay added dramatically trying to fill the still full glasses. "She is all in when it comes to your man!" she giggled, elbowing Erin hard on the arm. "All the way in." She laid her head on Erin's shoulder, smoothing out the brunette's hair.

"Shay. Leslie," Lindsay shook her, rousing her from fading off to drunk la la land. "Whaddya mean all in?"

"She's in lurve. All in lurve with those blue eyes, the way she watches his every move. So cute. Kel says I'm crazy, but I think he likes it." Leslie laid her head back on that soft shoulder.

Dawson was out, snoring loudly now. Shay done for the night.

"Get that look off your face, Lindsay. You know Kelly adores you," Cailin remarked, seeing those eyes narrow, the lips tighten in a straight line.

"It's just so cute, so damn cute," Erin smirked, throwing back a shot of the offending tequila, deciding the two cops would be the ones to empty that bottle.

Cally remained silent, knowing the detective was in no shape to hear the voice of reason. It would have to wait for tomorrow. Tonight was for drinking.

Kelly woke to a pounding on his door to match the pounding in his head.

Just go away, he thought burying his head under his pillow. Ignore it.

That damn pounding kept going on, a battering ram at his door. Jesus, you'd think there was a fire.

"Comin!" he called out, grabbing a T-shirt and sweats to throw on.

Pound. Pound. Pound.

"I'm comin!" he yelled louder, swallowing hard, rubbing his eyes as he headed to the person behind all the knocking who he figured was the devil himself.

He swung his door open and was met with the glowering face of Jay Halstead with Adam Ruzek, looking down, a few paces back.

"Lieutenant Severide, some charges were filed against you this morning. We're gonna have to take you in just to talk…"

"You have gotta be shttin' me?" Kelly interrupted, not believing the words coming out of the cop's mouth. "I didn't touch that piece 'o…"

Jay's turn to interrupt… "We can work all this out at the station. You wanna get changed?"

"I ain't getting' changed. This is crazy. My wife's gonna be home in a couple of hours, and she'll get it all straightened out," Kelly replied, scratching his head as he turned around to go brush his teeth.

Jay snapped. Later, he would explain to Antonio it may have been the way Kelly said "wife" or maybe how he dismissed them by turning around like they'd just delivered the daily paper. Whatever it was, he felt a fury he hadn't experienced since facing the enemy in Afghanistan. This time the enemy was a hung over fireman in sweats.

"Kelly Severide," said Jay pulling out his cuffs, with Adam staring, mouth agape, frozen with indecision. "You are under arrest for the assault of Harrison Wetz. You have the right to remain silent…"

The fireman was about as stunned as Ruzek. He felt his arms being pulled together as he was bent over the dining room table, the cold iron snapped onto his wrists, being led out of his apartment into the unmarked car outside.

"You sure about this?" asked Adam nervously.

"More than sure," Jay said, speeding to the PD to let Kelly experience his playground for a couple of hours. Would do him some good, he told himself.

The fireman was processed, fingerprinted, put through the ringer just like any other criminal arrested on a fine Sunday morning. Voight and his IU team were off, boss' orders. Halstead and Ruzek were laying the groundwork for their next case, a drug ring setting up shop at the University of Chicago. The call came in and the desk sergeant on duty immediately informed Erin's team knowing they would discreetly handle it. Better for them to question Lindsay's husband.

"We'll find out what went down and get his statement. Sure it's nothing. Let Erin deal with it and him when she gets back," Halstead told his younger counterpart who was looking like he got caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

Now, here they were hauling in a fireman. A fireman married to one of their own. Ruzek knew this was bad, but what was he gonna do? Followin' orders, he rationalized, realizing that would come up way short with Detective Lindsay. He made a beeline for the bathroom where he could shoot a quick text to Voight. He'd chosen. He was more afraid of Erin than the guy at his side.

Officer Camarillo, assigned to the drunk tank for a rotation, was a jumbled mess once Ruzek told her who this guy was. The rookie offered Kelly his phone call, several phone calls when Casey's phone went straight to voicemail. He tried Clarke … the same.

"You should call Erin. Weren't you sayin' she would take care of this for you?" Halstead asked turning to leave.

Kelly felt like he'd just been double dog dared. He wasn't doin' it. No way in hell.

"She's havin' fun. I can hang out for a couple 'o hours," Kelly retorted with a grin. He knew Casey or Clarke would probably be there within 30 minutes.

"Suit yourself," Jay called out casually, making his way upstairs.

Officer Camarillo came back in the holding tank… "Mr. Severide, please let me call your wife, Detective Lindsay. Please. Or Sergeant Voight, he'll…"

"You ain't callin' anybody! You sure as hell aren't callin' Erin's boss. Just hang tight, one of my buddies will get the voicemail and spring me. I'm fine sweetheart," Kelly said easing his tone.

Severide thought the young officer was going to have a breakdown or something. "It's okay. Just go do whatever you do up there and Matt Casey or Jeff Clarke will be here soon," he reassured.

She went back to the receiving desk, reluctantly, slowly… so unsure.

Kelly stretched his legs out, wrapping his arms around his body, tucking his hands under his armpits. He figured he'd catch a little nap, probably gonna be a short one.

He felt something kicking his leg lightly at first, harder the second round. He slowly opened his eyes.

"Hey, so your woman's a cop?" sneered the young man in front of him. Man was a loose term. The guy was maybe 19, obviously gang affiliated, tats and markings covering his body, at least all the parts you could see. His face was adorned with some permanent ink too.

Kelly scanned the others in the cell he hadn't bothered to take stock of before. Tat face had a friend who was still sitting, legs sprawled in front of him, arms folded, smiling broadly. Same ink, same Dickies, same white T.

A homeless man was mumbling to himself in a corner, some Bible verse over and over, probably in the warmest place he'd been in months. A big guy with a mop of black hair was trying to make himself smaller on the opposite end of the cell. He was dressed in dark jeans and button up, he definitely would've won best dressed of this crew. Kelly realized how ridiculous he looked in sweats, T-shirt and no shoes.

"Burn off," he grumbled, showing no interest in the wiry guy still standing in front of him.

"I wonder if your old lady's ever arrested me. That would be a trip. Wouldn't it, Skinny?" he called to his compadre who nodded his head once.

"So why you in here if your woman's a cop? I know if Destiny was a cop, I wouldn't be sittin' my ass in here." Skinny nodded again in agreement.

"You must not be treatin' her right. Satisfyin' her, if you know what I mean," he laughed with his buddy joining in.

Kelly stood up taking in a deep sigh. "Why don't you get your ass back over to your guy, sit down, and shut up." He took a step forward figuring most of these gang assholes backed down when they weren't surrounded by their kind. Tat face only had the one friend to impress. Kelly guessed he'd slink off to the bench on the other side of the cell.

Tough guy turned around laughing, taking a step toward his friend. "Yeah, you need to send her to me. I'll show her sweet ass a thing or two," he snarled turning back around to face the fireman, both hands balled up tightly.

Kelly guessed wrong.

I know y'all don't want Jay in here, but, oh he makes such an interesting little kink/foil in Linseride land. Haha! What do you think?