Hey girls and boy, happy monday everyone! The french version has 4 chapter yet, so I will translate quickly these ones. Here is for now the third chapter! Oh, and please, let me a review, because I need your advices and opinions.

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CHAPTER 3 : a good firefighter

Casey was in pain, a horrible pain. He gritted his teeth and didn't try to speek anymore. Couple times, he was gnashing, sometimes Hermann and Severide could hear him screaming of pain, even crying. He tried to be as quiet as possible, but in such a close space, any sound had an echo despite the sound of flames and still falling debris. Severide wanted so much to sleep, but he knew perfectly that if he did it, he wouldn't wake up. So every minute, he shook his head to stay awake. The times he didn't, Hermann slapped him on his cheeks. He still had a pain on his chest, but he said to himself he was luckier than his friends and colleagues. He shared his time between waking Severide when he didn't think about shaking his head, and watch Casey under the debris through the hole. Sometimes, Casey was so tired he closed his eyes and didn't think about opening them again. So Hermann had to scream his name and he startled his two brothers. Numerous times, the radio of Casey made some noise, announcing someone was trying to contact them in vain, someone trusting or hoping they were still alive. But Casey was in so much pain he didn't dare to move. Even breathing was painful, he was crying as the pain was unbearable.

Outside, all the firefighters were working on stabilizing the structure, because in some places, it was still collapsing. The three teams Boden required were here, as well as two excavation teams and the bomb squad. They took ten minutes to find the exit door, at least what remained of it, and began to clear the area. They knew that three of them were near this exit when the house exploded, and so they weren't far. After managing to dig a 31 inches diameter hole, Dawson proposed to pass through the hole with the new candidate to find their brothers.

"Gabby."

Boden approached her and grabbed her arms. His face was marked by anxiety.

"Are you sure about this?"

Gabby took a deep breath and nodded.

"Yes sir. I have a firefighter and a paramedic trainings. I'm the most qualified to do this job. And if I have a chance to find Matt alive... I want to be there, I need to do this."

"It's not what I mean Gabby."

Boden lowered his gaze on her belly. She did the same seconds later, and passed her hand on it.

"Yes, I sure about this chief."

She was determined, and neone could stop her, change her mind.

"Here."

The officer in charge of the excavation teams passed her a huge bag, opened it and took something.

"These are distress beacon. Put them on your way every three feets around. If your radio doesn't work, we can find you with them if something goes wrong or if you find them."

She nodded.

"If you put this clip down, the beacon will send a classic light in my computer. Use it to be tracked under the rubble. If something goes wrong or if you find one of your brothers or everyone, turn the clip up. It will send a emergency light in my computer. We will know where you are are free you as quickly as possible."

He gave a smile to Gabby, and she returned it nervously. She grabbed the bag and took the direction of the hole they made. She did a list of everything she and Borelli needed inside. The candidate, very enthusiast, was almost under the debris.

"Candidate, get out of this."

"But I'm a volunteer and-"

"GET OUT!"

Everybody startled, including Boden. Gabby wasn't the type to yell. She sighed and explained herself calmly.

"The was recruit is always the last to get in. Standard procedure. The most experienced before the rest of the crew."

Borelli shook his head from up to down and got out. It wasn't long he was here, so he didn't know the procedure well. Gabby got through the hole and turned on the light while Borelli passed her the bag then took one by one all the tools they needed. She activated the first beacon and began to make her way through the rubble.

"Uh... Dawson?"

She stopped her work.

"What?" she said in a cold tone. "Sorry. All this... puts me under pressure."

"I can understand. The man you're in love is in there."

"Borelli? We're colleagues here okay? No need to be polite."

"Sorry. It's just... At the academy we had to be polite so..."

"You're not at the academy anymore. This is the real world. The only person you have to be polite are the chief and the lieutenants, until they said you don't have to do it anymore."

"So... Casey, Patterson and Boden?"

"You forget Talbott, the lieutenant in charge of engine 51, and Hermann is also lieutenant. But he didn't want you to be polite. And Severide was in charge of squad 3 before you came."

"Thanks for this information."

Gabby continued her work again, helped by Borelli.

"Can I... Ask you something?"

"Depends of this something."

"I... I know I didn't have made a great impression on my first shift. Because of my brother and-"

"Don't be sorry."

"What?"

Gabby turned to him.

"Don't ever be sorry for this, or for anything. Just don't do this again."

Borelli nodded. For him, Gabby was rude, but the stress of the day and hormones made her a rough woman.

"You wanted to know what?"

"Yeah sorry. Uh... How can I do to redeem with the lieutenant? To show him he can trust me I mean."

Gabby smiled.

"Casey is a leader. He trust his men, even if they are new. You don't need to redeem. Show him you're a good candidate and he can be proud of you."

"And... I can know the criteria? Well, you know him, good even..."

"Our private life stays at home. We did this mistaked once, and this costed us our engagement."

"You... You were engaged?"

"Around eleven months ago. But this isn't the question. Casey trusts you so I will trust you and give you his evaluation methods."

While they were working for breaking up a concrete slab that was fore them, Gabby explained the rules.

"Casey is someone who knows his men and there are some reasons. He trusts you already because of your temper. Anyway, Casey has an unique ability: he pushes his canditates to end."

"To end..."

"He makes you work to exhaustion, until you crack. The more you held, the longer you ride in his esteem. He gauges your weaknesses, your strengths, spaces in which he can send you or not, your sensitivity, your physical and mental strength... And when you reach your limit, when you get to burn-out, he considers you as a real firefighter."

"Can you... Give me some examples?"

"Well, Casey will never send Mouch in a more than ten floors building, except in absolute necessity. He would rather send him to the lower floors or leave him outside to receive people or manage the fraffic. For Hermann, he tries to avoid situations where there are children because he is a father of five. Otis, your driver is the elevator guy so to speak. That's why we're calling him Otis. He won't send me in too small spaces like this one. Because I'm claustrophobic."

"You're claustrophopic and you volunteered? I don't understand..."

"Casey... Matt is everything to me. He is the father of my baby and... And I can't think about him being dead when we're talking. My love for him is bigger than my fears."

Borelli seemed to understand the situation in which Gabby was.

"And on his own criteria, he has also his limits?"

"He is the lieutenant. He hadd to go on every calls, every situations. But he has a limit yeah. When somebody gives his life to save other lifes, specificly when it's his own family. Around a year and couple months ago, a man gave his life to save his wife and his three children. His body was a shield et he laid down his family to protect them. We couldn't revive him and the firehouse was sued by the widow because she thought we didn't get in the house in time. So Matt... Matt had to explain the entire call, and it bowled him over. According to Kelly, he had tears in his eyes. It's his limit. But as a any firefighter, he would be ready to give his life to save another. So I will say his real limit is the death itself."

Borelli was openmouthed. He would never have thought his lieutenant had such mental strength.

"A good firefighter then..."

"The best. He knows how to bring out all the qualities of someone while overcoming his shortcomings. Although this is the man I love, I am proud to serve under his command. I am proud to be a female firefighter."

"Why did you want to be a firefighter?"

"There are so few female firefighters. It's a job for men because of the mental and physical strengh it requires. But I think a woman can do it as well as man. I wanted to prover myself I could do this and... Honestly, I wanted to prove it to Casey too."

"I thought he believed in you?"

The concrete slab finally broke up, and they could move again. Gabby activated a beacon and continued her way with Borelli behind her.

"Let's say he already knew that if I became a fireman, I had to leave the firehouse. A couple can't serve on the same truck."

"But... You're working under Casey."

"HQ doesn't know about our relationship, so Matt hired me in his team. When he saw I wouldn't give up my dream, he supported me. He even played his relations. Stop taking now, and focus on the job. We're losing time."

"Right."

Borelli came near Dawson and they worked again.

On the other side of the structure, debris was continuing to fall on the three firefighters. Their colleagues from outside were trying to clean the area. But the more they were cleaning, the more the slab on which he was was collapsing on Matt. He was in so much pain he lost consciouness. He didn't move anymore and Hermann had difficulties to know if he was breathing or not. Kelly couldn't move, so he tried to enlarge the hole to go down and be near Casey and check his injuries. This was ten minutes he was working on it but all he could do was a small hole. He put all his strength on it. Meanwhile, Kelly was quietly trying to free himself from this ironbeam while being careful not to cry out in pain because of the planted iron bar in his side. He had almost succeeded when Hermann sat up and saw him.

"Are you kidding me Severide? I said don't move! What don't you understand?"

"Negation."

Hermann netherless left out a small smile.

"I get it, I'll help you to get you out. But don't come and complain if you hurt or you bleed to death."

"Don't worry Hermann."

Hermann stood up and helped Kelly to be free, being careful not to drop more concrete on his lieutenant.