#Sylvie Brett one shot

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Thanks a million♥️ So for the Brian ‘Otis’ Zvonecek requests I was thinking something along the lines of (reader aka y/n) is a new paramedic at firehouse 51 and everyone including Brian is shocked when she takes an immediate interest in him by flirting with him in front everyone… it’s not a perfect idea so pls feel free to adjust where you feel necessary, this is more of like a guideline than anything.

I was watching the episode where Terra Little joins 51 for a training shift and Otis is attracted to her but of course she chose Kelly Severide instead🥱 so I thought it would be a nice change if Otis is the guy she instantly gravitated towards because it’s very possible I mean he’s adorable common.

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Pairing: Brian "Otis" Zvonecek x Female!Reader

"And that would be everything" Sylvie said as she finished giving you a tour of the firehouse.

Joining the 51 had been nerve-wrecking for you ever since you found out your transfer had gone through, mainly because you knew how tight everyone was and you didn't want to intrude on anything.

"Thank you for showing me around. This is much nicer than the last firehouse I was at" you said, admiring the trucks and the ambulance, which was so much nicer than your previous ones.

"How was your last firehouse?" she inquired, not having received much information about you from Chief Boden.

"Typical boy house. I was the only female in the entire house, so you can imagine the atmosphere. The only one who wasn't bothered by my presence was my partner, but we were the same age, so that helped a little" you explained, continuing to walk around.

"I can promise you that it's going to be different here. Our guys are the best, you're going to fit right in with everyone" she smiled and wrapped an arm around your shoulder, steering you in the kitchen direction.

You didn't say anything as you slowly walked towards everyone, each of them minding their own business in the kitchen.

"Guys, this is Y/N. She's the new paramedic I was telling you about" Sylvie announced as you stopped in your tracks where everyone could see you.

"Hi" you said and waved shyly, not used to having so many intimidating pairs of eyes on you at the same time.

Each of them got up and introduced themselves one at a time, wishing you a warm welcome.

"I'm Brian, but everyone here calls me Otis. Welcome to 51, I hope you'll feel at home here" the most handsome man you'd ever seen said as he stood before you, hand outstretched.

You slowly brought your hand up and shook his, electricity quickly spreading through your body when your skin touched his. You inhaled a deep breath, Otis doing the same, which made you smile because it only meant that he felt the connection too.

"Y/N, nice to meet you. I'm positive I'll feel more than welcome here, especially with you around" the words stumbled out of your mouth before you could even think about stopping them.

You saw a slight blush coat Otis' cheeks as he looked around at his colleagues, all looking at the interaction between the two of you with much interest.

Otis cleared his throat and made you snap back to reality, suddenly becoming aware of everyone staring at the two of you and your hands still holding onto each other.

"Otis, why don't you finish the rest of the tour? Show her where we sleep when on shift and the lockers and showers and everything" Sylvie spoke up, sneakily winking at the flustered firefighter.

"Um, ye-yeah, sure. This way" Otis said and motioned for you to follow him.

You turned around briefly to look at Sylvie, who winked at you and smiled, making you smile back.

"She did this on purpose, didn't she?" you asked him, trailing after him down the corridor.

"Sylvie? Yeah, she likes to think she's Cupid and her main goal in life is setting people up every chance she gets. I'm sorry about this" he said, scratching the back of his neck.

"You don't have to be sorry, I'm not complaining one bit" you smiled at him, trying to show him that you were enjoying the situation to the fullest.

"Oh, great. That's, um, that's good" Otis said, cursing under his breath at how awkward he sounded.

"You haven't done this in a while, have you?" you questioned, trying to ease the tension.

"Is it that obvious?" he laughed, the rigidness in his shoulder slightly lessening.

"Maybe just a little" you laughed with him.

"I'm just not used to women showing interest in me first. It's always Casey or Severide or anybody else that gets the girls. It's never me" he explained, which made you feel a little sad for him.

Otis was nothing short of hot and extremely handsome, you couldn't understand why women wouldn't approach him.

"Well, if you're asking me, you're way hotter than everyone else in this firehouse" you leaned in and whispered in his ear before walking away.

You heard Otis inhale a deep breath behind you, making you smile.

You had a feeling you were going to enjoy life at 51.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Chicago Fire Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sylvie Brett/Matthew Casey Characters: Sylvie Brett, Matthew Casey, Joe Cruz (Chicago Fire), Chloe Allen, Javi Cruz (Chicago Fire) Additional Tags: Short One Shot, Team as Family, Prompt Fic, True Love, Friendship/Love Summary:

Dinner with Cruz and Chloe was a long time coming. Cruz started bugging her to come over the minute Amber made her decision to help Sylvie adopt Julia, and Chloe joined in once the news spread that she and Matt had gotten engaged.

She promised they would visit as soon as Matt was in town.

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Drugged- TeenSister!Casey/ BigBrother!Matt Casey

Authors note: I honestly can’t remember who requested this as I have been working on this for a while now. This is out of my comfort zone for writing, but I gave it my best shot. I hope you enjoy and this finds the person who asked for it!

Warning: implied/ suspicion of being roofied, mentions vomiting, cursing

Summary: After getting coffee, you show signs of being roofied. Your big brother, God father, and your firehouse family come to the rescue.

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On your way to the firehouse from school, you dropped by your favorite coffee shop. You’re a frequent customer, coming in once or twice a day, so you knew almost all the staff and most of the usual patrons. Now that you think about it, it’s very rare for you to see anyone that isn’t a regular. You intended to make the stop quickly, seeing as the snow was coming down heavier by the minute. Many of the roads were already thoroughly frozen over as the unexpected snow storm came into Chicago. You ran into the bathroom quickly, leaving your bag at the counter after ordering your drink.

Once you emerged, you thanked the cashier, taking your bag and coffee before heading out the door. By the time you reached the firehouse, a few blocks away, you had just began taking long swigs your coffee as it finally cooled enough not to scald your tongue. You separated from the group that you joined, waving at a few familiar faces that walked into the apartments across the street as you made your way into the firehouse. What you failed to realize was the stranger, who had to be at least in his mid-twenties, who had followed your little group to the intersection.

You greeted your god father and the rest of Squad, who was sitting at the table cleaning tools as they waited for a call. You hugged everyone, getting a kiss on your temple from Kelly, before retreating into the much warmer firehouse. Though Kelly had on a couple heaters in the bay, the chill still seemed to leak in.

As you made your way into the common room, you began to feel lightheaded. You smiled and greeted everyone, acting like nothing was wrong as you made your way into the kitchen. At this point, you had consumed most of your coffee, so you figured you were either dehydrated or overheated, so you made a beeline for a bottle of water. You pulled one out of the fridge and attempted to open it when Matt came in.

“Hey sis. Need some help there?” Matt asked, slightly teasing but also slightly concerned. You could always open things on your own and joked that you didn’t need a man’s help. When you nodded, Matt went to take the bottle, but you dropped it.

You bent down to pick it up, only to pop back up and black out, falling straight into Matt. You could hear the commotion that your little scene made, feel Matt lower you to the ground, and heard multiple voices calling your name. Upon opening your eyes, everything looked hazy.

Matt was cradling you in his arms, leaning into your line of sight. “Y/n. Hey. Talk to me. Can you hear me?” Matt kept asking, looking around at your family in search of Sylvie or Violet before coming back to meet your eyes.

You groaned, reaching up to rub your eyes as you tried to focus on anything at all. You heard running footsteps before Kelly and Sylvie came into your line of sight.

“What happened?” Brett questioned, immediately helping Kelly shed your coat and cut your shirt open before hooking you up to the portable monitor that Kelly had grabbed from her when they ran in.

“She just collapsed.” Matt said, holding you up slightly in his arms.

Kelly reached a hand up, brushing your hair back as he checked for a fever. “No fever. What’s wrong squirt?” Kelly asked, swiping your flyaways back and out of your eyes.

“Tired and dizzy. Don’t feel good.” You slurred, clutching your eyes shut as the slight movement Matt made had your head swimming.

“When did this start?” Sylvie asked, continuing to check you over.

“Just now.” You said, reaching for Kelly to find some sort of stability. “What is happening? Help me.” You whimpered, squeezing the hand Kelly took in his.

“Shhhh. Just relax.” Kelly soothed, running a hand over your forehead.

“What’s going on?” You heard the Chief ask, walking into the common room with some news only to be met with a whole other situation.

“She just collapsed. Something’s wrong.” Hermann answered, motioning to you still laid in Matt’s arms as Sylvie tended to you and Kelly helped attempt to sooth your shaking form.

“Well, I came to tell everyone that we have been grounded. Nobody leaves until we get the all clear.” Boden replied. “Can we treat her here Brett?” Boden asked, concerned for his youngest niece.

Brett nodded as she looked between Kelly and Matt who gave her a reassuring look. “We can monitor her here. She doesn’t seem to be in any danger. Her stats are a bit lower than I would like, but I think some fluids could help.” Brett replied, a look of pure concentration on her face.

Kelly quietly cursed as he processed the information. “Brett. I’ve seen this before. I think she’s been drugged.” Kelly said, taking the pin light she then offered to look into your eyes.

Your eyes immediately squeezed shut at the invasion of light. You turned your head and tried to hide it in Matt’s stomach. “Nooo. Please dad. No more. Make her stop.” You moaned, taking the hand Kelly had released and covering your face.

Everyone looked at each other at your words. Your dad has been dead for at least 8 years and you haven’t seen your mom since. Kelly handed the penlight back to Sylvie as Violet nudged her way into the little circle everyone had created around you.

“I’ve got the fluids and the oxygen just incase she has been roofied.” Violet announced, immediately working on getting a line as Matt tried to soothe you. You were moaning and writhing under all the hands that were around you. You were completely unaware of the situation now, only scared that your mom was coming to take you from your dad.

“Sweetheart. It’s alright. It’s Matt. I’m right here. Nothing is going to happen. I won’t let anything happen.” Matt soothed, wiping your face as tears spilled and mixed with the sweat that was starting to bead on your skin. ”Brett. She’s getting pretty clammy and pale.” Matt said, taking a cloth that Hermann had grabbed to wipe the sweat and tears away.

Brett nodded and looked over your face before making brief eye contact with Matt. “Y/n. Sweetie? Talk to me. How do you feel?” Brett asked, looking at the monitor before moving up toward your head to get in your line of sight.

“Not good. Tummy hurts. Hot and cold.” You slurred, reaching for Matt now that Sylvie wasn’t holding your arm.

Brett nodded and took her stethoscope out. “How’s your breathing? Your vitals are a bit lower than normal, but not dangerous. What do you feel?” Brett asked before she listened to your lungs. They were raspy and sounded strained.

“It’s hard.” You slurred, taking your hand from clutching Matt’s shirt to cover your tummy. “Matty. Don’t feel good.” You whimpered, looking up at your big brother.

Matt cooed and ran his hand through your hair once again. “I know baby. I know. You gonna be sick?” Matt asked, looking at the paramedics and your godfather who was knelt next to your shoulder.

You nodded as your eyes welled with tears. You hate throwing up more than anything in the world. Vomiting is the one thing you are terrified of. Your family scrambled to find anything to use as a receptacle as your face paled further. Matt, ever the big brother, immediately cupped his hands under your chin just incase, but Chief was quick to grab the trash can just next to the door as the two paramedics helped Matt and Kelly roll you onto your side and over the trash can at your first heave.

Some of the firefighters left the room as you got sick, not able to handle the situation. Cruz, Gallo, Hermann, Ritter, Stella and Mouch stayed around to be of any assistance. Kelly and Matt were cooing and murmuring words of comfort as Violet and Sylvie spoke between each other and the Chief held the trash can in place.

“It’s okay. Your gonna be okay. Just get it up.” Kelly encouraged, supporting your back and holding you steady.

“Okay baby. There we go. It’s alright sweetheart. Shhhhh.” Matt whispered, attempting to calm you as you sobbed between heaves. He held the side of your head to keep you stabilized and rubbed between your shoulder blades. “Breathe. You gotta breathe.” Matt reminded you as he heard you struggle to catch your breath.

“Her oxygen is dropping.” Brett muttered to herself and Violet. “Kidd. Go grab some Zofran from the rig. Maybe a couple rounds of epi just to be on the safe side.” Brett ordered, not even looking up at Stella.

“You got it.” Stella hollered, already running out into the apparatus floor.

“Brett?” The Chief said to get her attention. Once Sylvie looked up and made eye contact, he continued. “We still got this?” He asked.

Brett thought for a moment. “Here’s the deal. If her stats drop dramatically, we gotta roll one way or another. Ice storm or no ice storm. I am going to do everything in my power to control this. If I have to use the epi, we will need to get her to med.” Brett explained, giving it to them straight. “Right now, her heart rate is 64, oxygen is 90 and blood pressure is 112/73. If she drops below a heart rate of 50, oxygen of 85, or blood pressure of 90/60, I won’t be equipped to control this situation much longer.”

Everyone nodded, but stayed quiet as they thought and watched the monitor. Kidd wasted no time in gathering her supplies and slid next to Violet, handing her the medications and syringe. Violet was quick to administer the Zofran as Mouch held the bag of fluids up for her to access the line a bit easier.

“Guys. She’s fading.” Kelly warned, feeling you get heavy in his hands. Your tremors ramped up as you slumped back into Kelly’s hands and Matt’s lap.

“Cruz. Go get the squad ready to go. Ritter and Gallo, grab everyone you can to help Cruz get ready. Get snow chains on the squad and get the plow on the buggy. We gotta roll as soon as possible.” The Chief instructed, reaching around the small trash can to push flyaways back from your face and get a good look at you. “She’s out Matt.”

“Kelly, keep her on her side. We gotta keep her in a recovery position. She’s still vomiting a bit.” Brett noted, giving the order as she looked at your face. Your eyes were clenched shut and your face was pinched in pain. Small whimpers escaped as you wheezed and struggled to get good air.

“Shhh sweetheart. It’s okay. We got you. Matty has you.” Matt whispered, helping stabilize your head as Kelly and Brett turned you onto your left side. Matt has always protected you, but he couldn’t stop this.

“We got her man.” Kelly soothed, patting Matt on the shoulder. “And we have you princess. It’s gonna be okay.” Kelly murmured in your ear, rubbing your back.

“Hermann, go grab the backboard for me. We can put her on there to transfer her, but we gotta try to keep her in the recovery position.” Brett instructed, turning to look at your vitals. “We gotta get ready to move. She dropping fast. I’m going to try the epi to see if I can get her heart rate back up.” Brett announced to what was left of your family. “Keep fighting for us sweetie. We gotcha.” Brett muttered, taking the epi from Violet and administered it directly to your Iv.

As soon as Hermann got the back board and filled in the group on the progress being made on the apparatus floor, they began to transfer you. Your heart rate and blood pressure were coming up with the combination of epi and fluids, but your oxygen was staying around 88. The guys were putting on the final pieces of equipment when they got you loaded onto the truck.

“Here. Get this oxygen on her.” Violet instructed Kelly, handing him the mask.

Kelly gently placed the oxygen mask over your face and grabbed his phone while he heard the chief letting dispatch know the situation. Kelly quickly dialed the one person he knew would get you immediate help. “April. I have a situation.” Kelly said as soon as the nurse answered.

“What’s wrong?” April replied.

“Y/n’s been roofied. We are pulling out of the house now. We have her loaded onto the squad with Boden clearing a path. We pushed epi and Zofran and we have her on oxygen and fluids. She isn’t doing too hot. We are gonna need a room and some help when we get there.” Kelly said, placing his phone between his shoulder and ear so that he could help turn you back on your side.

“I’m on it. ETA?” April asked, immediately running around the desk to Maggie and writing ‘Y/n roofied. Trauma 2?’ On a piece of paper as she waited for Kelly’s reply.

“8 minutes. The snows bad.” Kelly replied, looking out the window as the sirens blared and the lights flashed, reflecting off of every surface and every snowflake.

“Got it. Bring her into Trauma 2. Maggie, Will, Nat and I will be waiting for you.” April instructed as she moved to grab supplies and get ready for you.

“Thanks April.” Kelly sighed before hanging up. Then he dialed the one detective he knew he could count on.

“Halstead.” Jay answered, not even bothering to look at his phone before he answered.

“Jay, it’s Kelly. I need your help man.” Kelly said, looking at you in his best friend’s arms.

“What’s up?” Jay replied, turning his full attention to the conversation at hand.

“I’m fairly certain that y/n has been roofied. We are on our way to med right now in the squad. I need you to find the asshole that did this to her. She had a coffee from y/f/cs (your favorite coffee shop), so I would start there.” Kelly informed the detective, rubbing a hand on the back of his neck.

“The cup still at the station?” Jay asked, standing and grabbing his badge and weapon from his desk as he made his way to tap Hailey’s desk and lead her to Voight’s office.

“Yeah. Be careful man. It’s nasty out here.” Kelly replied. “And thanks. Keep me posted.”

“Right back at you man. Give her our love. We will find this son of a bitch.” Jay reassured before hanging up the phone.

No matter what, you had a family that would never let you down. No snow storm could keep them from getting you help and finding whoever hurt you.

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Kelly Severide x Reader x Matt Casey/ Sevasey x Reader

"It's snowing" - That was all it took from Sylvie for you to wake up the entire house

It wasn't unusual for double shifts during winter. Too many storms rolled up that meant the city would be undermanned and overrun with emergencies. You were laying across your bed with your arm over your face, half asleep when Sylvie lightly tapped your arm “Wake up partner”

You moved your arm and smiled at her “I've been awake Brett. What's up?” She grinned “It's snowing and I don't mean the hard icy snow, it's soft and powdery and gorgeous” “Wanna have a snowball fight?” You asked and she laughed “Just me and you?” 

You shook your head as you swung your legs off the side of the bed “Of course not. Give me five, I'll have everyone up and willing to join in” she shook her head “No way will you talk Matt and Kelly into it” you raised an eyebrow “Oh you're on” 

You went around tapping everyone on the shoulder and whispering “Get up and get your coat on” “What is it spitfire?” Cruz questioned and you grinned “No emergency Joe, just a little bit of fun” He raised an eyebrow but shrugged and slipped his boots and coat on. You looked across the room at Sylvie who pointed to Matt and Kelly’s quarters. Lieutenant and Captain didn’t have to bunk with everyone else.You shot her a wink for the simple fact you weren’t backing down from a challenge, those two did not intimidate you one bit.

You chose the Captain’s quarters first for the simple fact you could get further with Matt faster and easier than Kelly. You tapped on the door and waited for a second before trying the handle, when it turned you pushed the door in and stepped into his quarters. “Matt” you whispered and he raised up off the bed and called your name “What are you doing in here?” you grinned “Snowball fight? You in?” he stared at you for a moment like you’d grown a second head before he shrugged “Screw it, let me grab a shirt and get my boots on” you damn near giggled before pressing a kiss to his cheek “You’re the best Casey” then hurried out of his quarters. 

You slid out of his door and winked at Sylvie before heading towards the Lieutenant’s quarters. One out of two possibilities would happen, he’d agree or you’d bait him into agreeing. Either way you were getting Kelly out into the snow. You tried the door and grinned when you found he’d left it unlocked too. You slipped into it and snuck up to the bed. Kelly was asleep on his side, with no shirt on and you stared for a second. Matt had slept covered up but Kelly was bare from the waist up. “Damn” you spoke without thinking and he cut his eyes open at your voice “Jesus christ Spitfire, did you sneak in here just to gawk at me?” you grinned “Don’t flatter yourself Severide. Get up, we’re gonna have a little fun” “What are you planning?” he asked so you put your hands on your hips and stared him down “Well if you don’t put your boots and jacket on you’ll be the only person to not know” then turned and walked out of his quarters.

Before you made it back across the common room to Sylvie you heard Kelly’s door open and looked over your shoulder to see him coming out with his jacket on. You shot her a wink then looked around the room “Ok boys and girls. Who wants to be on mine and Sylvie’s team and who wants to be on Casey and Severide’s team?”

She cut her eyes at you as several members of the house pledged allegiance to you over their captain and lieutenant. Kelly raised an eyebrow “What exactly are we doing?” you grinned “Snowball fight Severide” he shook his head and looked at Matt “She’s insane” Matt didn’t take his eyes off of you, a smile slipping onto his face as he said “Yeah but she’s just what we needed”

“DAMMIT CAPP!” you hollered when he caught Cruz in the back with a rather large snowball. He went down laughing. “Avenge me!” you slid chasing him down and managed to catch him on the shoulder “Got ya!” 

All around you everyone was laughing and snowballs were flying left and right. You had your sights set on the biggest prizes of the opposite team however. You wanted Matt and Kelly for yourself. You spotted Matt and grinned. You knew just how to get him. You ran towards him and acted like you slipped and sure enough he forgot the pretenses of the game to lurch forward to catch you. He slipped his arms around your waist to steady you and you smiled up at him “You have got to be one of the sweetest men I’ve ever met Matt” a smile started to work it’s way onto his face before you turned and smashed a snowball against his chest “Sorry honey”

He shook his head with a grin “Go get Kelly” you laughed and pressed a kiss to his cheek “I’m on it!”

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You slid past Ritter and even Mouch out in the midst of the chaos and spotted Kelly. He had his back turned to you so it was the perfect opening. You got a handful of snow and made a large snowball before sneaking up behind him. You slipped one arm over his shoulder and leaned up to press a kiss to his cheek “Hey good looking” you smashed the snowball on his back, most of the snow going down the back of his shirt then took off running when he tried to grab you, laughing like crazy.

Once everyone was dried off and back inside with either coffee or hot chocolate Kelly walked by and tossed you one of his long sleeve CFD shirts since you were the only person in a short sleeve.  “You look cold Spitfire” you grinned at him and slipped the shirt on “Thanks Kel”

Matt was walking next to him and winked at you “Looks good on you. Fifty one suits you as your house” you grinned. Yeah fifty one was growing on you, right along with the Captain and Lieutenant of the house.

[sylkiddsey]

Prompt: “I could’ve helped.”

Set in season 12

She’s frozen.

She’s actually physically stuck in front of the tv in the common room. Stella or Violet is behind her, bracing her shoulders.

She can’t move. She can’t think. Her heart is free falling in her damn chest. The tv is broadcasting a breaking news story about a recent shooting.

A shooting in Portland at a firehouse. The firehouse Matt works at. The station her fiancé went to this morning for one of his last shifts.

The one where the reporter has announced multiple injuries on site. The one a gang member walked into and fired shots.

“Brett.”

The voice is muffled by her internal panic but then Severide is kneeling next to her. He looks worried but also confident. “I’m sure he’s okay. He probably wasn’t involved.”

It’s the probably that is tearing her soul. She can’t help but think about the last firehouse shooting at 51. She witnessed him take a bullet, but it was different then. They were friends. They hadn’t fallen in love yet.

Now, she’s the most in love with him (and anyone) she’s ever been. Now he’s the man she’s marrying and building a family with.

She’s white knuckling her phone, willing for Matt to call her back. The second Kidd flagged her down when she got back, Sylvie called him. She called him once, twice, three times and a few dozen after that.

He won’t answer.

“I…this isn’t real,” she whispers, tears filming her eyes. She looks at Severide, then behind her at Stella and the rest of 51. “Right? Tell me this isn’t happening.”

Obviously, no one can.

She doesn’t know if he’s okay. She doesn’t even know if he’s alive. Her head is spinning, and her heart physically hurts.

Mouch places a hand on her back from his spot beside her on the couch. His reading glasses are perched on the edge of his nose as he scrolls on an iPad. “I’m going to find you flight, okay? Just in case.”

Oh god, this isn’t happening. She’s going to pass out.

Severide squeezes her knee. “Boden is making calls. He’ll find something out. It’s going to be fine.”

She appreciates his comfort, but he doesn’t know that. Her voice shakes when she speaks. “Severide, I can’t…”

Lose him.

He nods. “I’m sure he’s fine.”

She’s about to point out the facts but then her phone vibrates in her hand. She almost breaks her neck checking the ID.

She springs from the couch and instantly answers, pushing her way past 51 towards the kitchen. “Matt.”

She hopes it is him and not someone calling from his phone to deliver the worst news possible.

“Hey, I’m okay.”

The sound of his voice breaks her resolve. She lets out a sob and covers her mouth. Her relief, however, worries all of 51. Severide looks panicked from her reaction.

She gives them all a thumbs up to communicate he’s fine. All of 51 looks relieved too.

She’s probably going to be a wreck over this phone, so she wants privacy. She exits the common room and heads towards the locker area.

“Oh my god,” she cries. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” he assures. “I’m sorry. I just got my phone. I would’ve called you sooner.”

She’s just glad he’s calling now. She sits on the floor against her locker. “I’m just so relieved you’re alive. I…I can’t even imagine what I would do if…”

“Hey, don’t go there,” he whispers. “I’m perfectly okay.” He pauses for a second. “Well, more or less.”

Now that she thinks about it, she has heard a lot of voices in the background. It doesn’t sound like he’s home.

“Are you in the hospital?”

He hesitates which gives away the answer.

“Baby, what happened? How bad is it? How could you not lead with that? What hospital?”

He chuckles. “It’s nothing. It’s just a graze.”

What does that mean? What kind of graze?

“Did you get shot?!”

“No, not technically,” he says. “I was grazed by a bullet. I’m fine.”

She’s equally terrified and furious. Matt downplays his injuries. She has no idea what he’d define as a graze.

“You’re not fine. You were shot. Where? Has a doctor seen you yet? Have they disinfected the wound?”

“Honey.” His voice is full of fondness. “I’m okay. A bullet grazed my arm. I barely lost any blood and I needed only a few stitches. Now I’m just waiting for discharge papers. I swear to you, miss paramedic, I’m fine.”

She has a hard time believing that but she’s going to try for her own sanity. “Okay. Okay, you’re fine. How is everyone else?”

He sighs. “Everyone is going to make it. The guy who fired the gun definitely isn’t though. We’re all okay for the most part.”

That’s a relief. She’s gotten to know the people he worked with while in Portland. She likes everyone there.

“I wish I could’ve been there,” she whispers, shutting her eyes. A tear rolls down her cheek.

“I don’t. Sylvie, I don’t want you anywhere near that. I’m just glad you’re safe in Chicago,” he replies. “Plus, there isn’t anything you could’ve done.”

She’d argue that.

“I could’ve helped. I’m a paramedic and you’re, you know, my man. I could’ve taken care of you.”

He laughs. “Your man, huh?”

Sylvie grins. “Yes.” She glances down at her engagement ring and blinks back tears. “I just…I really thought I lost you, Matt.”

“Hey, that’s never going to happen,” he replies. “Do you really think I’d let a little bullet get in the way of making you my wife after all these years?”

She smiles because she knows he’s right. He’d fight like hell to come home to her but that doesn’t mean terrible things can’t happen.

“I love you so much,” she says. “And if you were here right now, I’d kill you for doing this to me and Severide.”

“Well good thing I’m in Portland then. I know what you’re capable of and it’s scary as hell.”

He’s such a dork.

“Hey, I love you so much too, baby,” Matt says. “And I’m genuinely sorry I scared you. I’ll make it up to you when I’m back in Chicago.”

She’ll hold him to that.

[chicago-pd-is-weird]

Jay Halstead x Sylvie Brett

Requested by @windshield91

TW: stillborn home birth mentioned (Sylvie is a paramedic) and shot child mentioned (Jay is a cop)

After Leslie Shay’s death, Sylvie Brett was the new paramedic on Ambulance 61. She was eventually invited out by the crew at Station 51 and spent time at Molly’s in her free time. She had friends that ran the place, of course, seeing as the bar itself was run by Dawson, Hermann and Otis.

She was bringing shots back to her table when she nearly ran into Jay, very carefully keeping the shots steady as she maneuvered around him.

“Shit, I’m sorry, did you spill any?”

“No,” Sylvie said with a smile, setting them on the table for her friends, then turning back to Jay. “Steady hands.”

Jay smiled back, nodding. “If you’re hanging out with these guys then you must either be a firefighter or a paramedic.” He punched Kelly Severide’s shoulder.

Sylvie laughed. “Paramedic. Sylvie Brett, nice to meet you.” She stuck out a hand.

“Jay Halstead, cop,” he replied, shaking her hand, holding a beer with his free one.

—

From then on, Jay purposefully would run into her at Molly’s. She slowly integrated with him and some of the other mutual friends they had. She liked being around him too, exchanging crazy stories of things they’d seen that week. Although Jay wasn’t a paramedic, word was he dated Gabby for a while, so Sylvie talked to him like he knew more than the average person. In turn, he reciprocated that and talked to her almost like a fellow cop. The two seemed to understand one another despite being from different worlds.

—

One night, Jay sat beside her at the bar. She was drinking alone. Molly’s was pretty empty. He gently touched her shoulder. “Hey, no friends tonight?”

Sylvie took in a breath, as if he’d startled her. “Oh, hey, no, I’m alone.”

Jay nodded. “Me too.” He swigged his beer, looking at her. “What’s going on? You okay?”

She shrugged. “I could ask you the same thing. I don’t see any of your colleagues around.”

Jay laughed dryly, taking another swig of his beer. “Lost a kid today. Shot in the crossfire.”

Sylvie frowned. “Was it your bullet?”

“No, it was the bad guys.” Jay shrugged and sighed. “Just brought up some memories I thought I buried.”

Sylvie nodded. “I lost an infant to a botched home birth today.” She shook her head, tears brimming her eyes. “Gosh, I… I shouldn’t care so much, but I just couldn’t get the little guy to breathe. He wouldn’t breathe.” As the tears spilled over, she put her face into her hands.

Jay frowned and gently rubbed her back. “Hey, it’s not your fault. It wasn’t meant to be. Sometimes… Things don’t work out for us.” He shrugged.

She shook her head, leaning into his touch. “I know, I know but… it doesn’t make it hurt any less.”

“I hear you.” Jay pulled her closer, embracing her in his arms as she wept softly into his chest. Tears even came to his eyes as he pushed his nose into her hair, closing his eyes and kissing the top of her head. “I’ve got you.”

After a few moments, the two pulled apart. Jay reached forward and cupped her face, wiping away her tears. She did the same for him. The mutual comfort as they gazed into each other’s eyes was unlike anything they’d felt before.

Jay smiled slightly at her, which she reciprocated. “Sorry to be such a downer,” she said softly.

“You’re not,” he replied. “I was already sad. You made it better.”

“You too.” She looked over his face. “I never realized you had so many freckles.”

Jay blushed softly, laughing and shaking his head. “No? I guess not a lot of people do.”

Sylvie laughed softly, taking Jay’s hand. “Let’s not sit at the bar and cry into our drinks.”

“Want dinner? I know a really good place down the block.” Jay stood and held her hand as they walked toward the door.

“Dinner sounds great.”

[justoneofthoseghosts]

“You flinched.” + Brettsey

This one is AU featuring firefighter Brett and doctor Casey!

Sylvie winces as she massages her shoulder. Based on her basic EMT training, she didn't think it was dislocated. She could still move it anyway without much discomfort or pain.

She sighs, leaning back against the cold, metal chair in the Med waiting room. All of 51 was there waiting for news on Otis. Poor guy had been shot in that call where Sylvie had ducked haphazardly to avoid the bullets flying around, landing on her left shoulder.

"You flinched."

She glances at Stella next to her, raising an eyebrow at her fellow firefighter.

"You flinched - just now. You should really get that shoulder checked out," she advises.

"Later - I want to know how Otis is doing first," Sylvie mumbles.

It had been an hour since he went in for surgery. She tries not to relive the whole thing. She knew growing up in Chicago was dangerous but she never expected something like that ever to happen during a call. She sends a prayer upward, hoping her friend would be okay. She and Otis had known each other since their days in the Academy. By some sheer luck, she got transferred onto truck 81 two years ago, almost the same time as Stella, and the three of them together with Joe had been thick as thieves ever since. She couldn't imagine a life without Otis.

The sliding doors open up, drawing everyone's attention. They glance as Connor Rhodes walks into view. They all stand up, walking towards the trauma surgeon.

"Otis is going to be fine," he announces, "it's going to be a long road to recovery but with rigorous physical therapy, he should be able to get back to work in a few months."

Sylvie breathes a sigh of relief as everyone around he rejoice at the good news. They were going to have to deal with a floater for a few months but Otis would be back in no time.

Stella pokes her in the shoulder.

"Ouch," she lets out unintentionally, shooting daggers at Stella.

"Time to see a doctor, Brett," Stella reminds her, "luckily we are in a hospital."

"I'll be fine," she tells Stella, brushing it off. She thinks it might just be a bruise forming. She'll ask one of the paramedics to check on it when they get back to the firehouse. Foster did still owe her for introducing her Lana, the lady that ran the mobile rig command center.

"Nope - you are coming with me."

Stella grabs her by her suspenders, walking purposefully towards the ED entrance.

"Hey!"

Stella doesn't relent. She asks Maggie, the charge nurse, if any doctors were available to check on Sylvie quickly. She explains the situation and the nurse nods, calling over a doctor Sylvie didn't recognize. He was tall, had broad shoulders, sandy blonde hair and warm, blue eyes.

Honestly, he was very handsome.

Objectively speaking of course.

"Dr. Casey, Brett here needs her shoulder checked," Maggie informs him, handing him an iPad.

He smiles at her, "sure - bay 3 free?"

"All yours."

As Stella bids Sylvie a quick goodbye, she nudges the blonde firefighter, "bet you're thanking me now, huh?"

She blushes, pushing Stella away, rolling her eyes when the other firefighter snickers in response.

Her cheeks redden even more when she realizes Dr. Casey observe the whole interaction.

"Sorry," she says, twisting her watch band absentmindedly.

He shakes his head, "nothing to be sorry about."

He leads her to a bay, asking her to take a seat on the bed as he closes the curtains.

"Can you tell me what happened?" He asks, glancing down at his iPad, pushing a few buttons before looking up once more, sending her a soft, encouraging smile.

She doesn't know what makes her spill her guts to the doctor. Somehow, he males her feel at ease immediately, a certain calmness washing over her at being in his presence. Maybe it was how he was looking at her, like he genuinely cared about what she was going to say.

Yeah, maybe it was the solemn yet attentive expression on his face.

Did she mention he was handsome? That look made him 10 times even more handsome.

Gosh. She really didn't need to thirst over the new doctor. He was just doing his job.

She recounts the whole ordeal, realizing it as the first time she was speaking it out loud since this morning. She tells him about how it was just a routine call - they were firefighters and were used to putting out fires only this time, there was a room that had guns in it that apparently were semi automatic and rigged to fire at random. She and Otis were in the room searching for victims. She managed to call a warning and duck behind the bed, causing the trouble with her shoulder, but Otis wasn't so lucky.

Unintentionally, she lets it slip how terrified she was for Otis, of potentially losing another person she loved in the line of duty, how she tried to remember what was taught at the Fire Academy about applying pressure to wounds while waiting for what felt like forever for the paramedics to show up, how she was glad that Otis would be alright.

"I'm really sorry," she tells him sheepishly, "you don't need to hear all this."

He shakes his head once more, eyes full of understanding, "don't apologize. You do need to talk about things like that. It can be heavy dealing with it alone. I get it."

She smiles softly at him. It was like she was talking to someone she had known for years. He was right too. Firefighters were often tough but Sylvie knew mental health and emotional well being should be their priorities too, especially with how hard their line of work could be - not all calls resulted in rescues. There were grim days when they became recoveries.

"Thank you, Dr. Casey," she says earnestly.

"Nah - no need to thank me."

He asks if it was okay for her to pull up her top so he could check on her shoulder more closely. She nods, thinking nothing of it until it dawns on her. She tries not to blush again because today she chose to wear the one lacy bra she had in her underwear drawer.

Hey, it was the only one left because laundry day isn't scheduled until tomorrow.

She pulls up her grey shirt carefully as the doctor slips on a pair of surgical gloves. She tries hard not to look at him. She's sure he's seen a lot of women in their undergarments.

Darn it. She didn't mean that.

She meant at the hospital, of course, while examining them - for medical purposes only.

He begins to slowly knead the portion of Sylvie's shoulder that she pointed was the place she thinks she landed on. He does it carefully, clinically like any good doctor would. Curiosity getting the better of her, she chances a glance at him, noticing how his own cheeks seem to have reddened. When their eyes meet, he averts his gaze, clearing his throat.

"Doesn't feel dislocated," he tells her lowly, "but there may be some bruising or swelling so I suggest icing it whenever you can so it'll heal faster."

"Got it," she says as she lowers her top, smoothing it out, "thanks doc."

He smiles at her, "in case you feel any pain after a week, feel free to swing by. I can check on you shoulder or write your script for some pain meds."

She nods, swinging her legs back and forth, "thank you again - not just for checking me out but for listening too."

Few people were good listeners in her option and Dr. Casey was definitely a good one, especially since she unloaded so much about the day to him.

"No worries," he states, one hand going to the back of his neck, awkwardly massaging it, like he was debating something internally.

She wonders briefly if the tiny hint of a connection she felt wasn't all in her head.

When doesn't speak, she swallows down a bit of her own disappointment.

"Right."

They stare at each other for a few seconds. She's unsure of what to do and he doesn't seem to know too.

She clears her throat, jumping off the bed, pointing towards the door, "I, uh, I should get back to everyone. Thank you again, Dr. Casey."

"Call me Matt," he blurts out before his eyes go wide, like he couldn't believe he just sad that.

She lets out a laugh, "call me Sylvie then."

He grins.

"I'll see you around, Matt," she states before turning around to leave.

She pulls back the curtain, taking a step out of the room when she hears him call out to her.

She turns back around, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Here's my card," he says, handing her a calling card, "feel free to call me if you want to schedule an appointment."

She takes the card from him, glancing at it before tucking it into her turnout pants pocket. She nods at him.

He seems to be debating something internally again.

"Or feel free to call if you need anyone to talk to - anytime."

She furrows her eyebrows at him, not quite sure what to make of it. Was he offering to be her therapist or something? It was sweet of him to offer but she already had a therapist she loved.

"Thanks," she says, "I'll keep that in mind."

He frowns, signaling for her to not walk away just yet.

"Jesus, this is coming out all wrong," he grumbles.

"What is?"

"I, uh, I was hoping to ask you out for a drink," he states before smiling shyly at her.

Her heart leaps to her throat at his words. Guess he felt it too.

She smiles, "there's a bar called Molly's. It's owned by a few firefighters from 51. I'm usually there off shift. I'll text you the address."

She sees his shoulder visibly relax, "great. I'll see you there."

He claps his hands awkwardly but it makes Sylvie laugh. She thinks about how adorable and completely dorky he was being, endearing himself further to Sylvie.

"I'll see you there," she confirms.

As she's walking back towards the rest of her house, she thinks that maybe she'll buy Stella a drink for pushing her to get checked out. Something tells her getting a date out of it with someone who seemed sweet and genuine was just the tip of the iceberg.

[torreshalstead]

Someday feels a hell of a lot closer now

Summary - Returning from a call, Matt Casey was the last person Sylvie expected to see at the firehouse. She had always imagined a reunion, him calling to say he was coming back, that he loved her and they could be together.

But he hasn’t called.

Maybe he had moved on. She had after all, well she had tried to. But do you ever really move on from the love of your life?

Notes - I’m not sure what 11x18 is going to bring in terms of Brettsey (and I’m currently spiralling at the promo pics) but in my mind they are still very much in love so I had to write a little something. AO3 Link

He was the last person she expected to see when they returned from their call that morning. It hadn’t been a particularly dramatic or traumatising call however Sylvie had barely slept the night before, her mind unable to shut off and allow her to find the rest she needed, so she was running on fumes. And now he was standing in front of her. She had imagined his return before, had seen herself running and jumping into his arms, letting him hold her tightly, refusing to be separated again. But she had always anticipated she wouldn’t be caught out, that he’d call her, tell her he was coming back, that he loved her and they could be together. She knew it was probably wishful thinking, she herself had moved on after all. Well she had tried to move on, but do you ever truly move on from the love of your life?

‘Casey!’ Violet said, the surprise evident in her tone. With a quick glance to her partner who was still rooted to the spot, she walked towards him and embraced him in a quick hug.

‘Hey Violet,’ he said, clearly happy to see her but his gaze was fixed firmly on the blonde still standing in the entrance to the room. Her arms had come up around herself, acting as a shield to stop herself doing something, although Casey wasn’t sure what. Throwing herself into his arms, slapping him across the face, turning tail and running, a combination of all the above. But she did nothing, just stood there.

Not wanting to cause a scene, he turned back around to converse with the other members of the house, the ones more obvious in their joy of his return. Sylvie slipped out of the room quietly, needing some time to process without the eyes of her housemates judging her every action.

Stella watched from her position at the back of the room, noticing how the colour had drained from her friend's face when she had seen her old flame in the break room. When Stella had invited Casey here to help her on a special task force, she had assumed he would speak to Brett, send her a text at least, let her know he was visiting. But judging by the look on her face, that hadn’t occurred and she had been blindsided.

She found Sylvie just a few moments later pacing back and forth in her office, teeth worrying her bottom lip, one hand continually running through her hair.

‘He’s here? What’s he doing here Stella?’ Sylvie said, not slowing her pacing as she questioned her friend.

‘Why don’t you sit down-’ Stella started before Sylvie shook her head.

‘I can’t, he’s here.’ Her voice broke when she said again, ‘he’s here.’

Realising she was unlikely to be able to calm her down enough to break the news, Stella just bit the bullet, ‘I invited him.’ Sylvie’s head shot up as she halted immediately at Stella’s words.

‘What?’

‘You know this task force the CFD asked me to assist on?’ Sylvie nodded her head slowly in response. ‘Well I called Casey and asked for his help, I’m well out of my comfort zone here and Kelly said Casey had been through this before so would probably be able to help. I thought he’d tell you Sylvie, I really did. I thought it would be better coming from him, but that clearly didn’t happen. I’m so sorry Vie,’ she said realising that the anger she had felt from Sylvie when she entered the room at being blindsided had ebbed away. Her friend sank onto the bed, her shoulders slumping forwards, all the fight draining from her.

‘He didn’t,’ she muttered. ‘I didn’t matter enough for him to let me know.’ She was speaking so quietly that Stella could barely hear her, her words clearly more for herself than for anyone else.

‘I’m sure that’s not the case Sylvie,’ Stella said as she took a seat next to her.

‘It would have taken a second to text me, to say he was coming back, so I wouldn’t feel like this,’ she gestured to herself as a few tears started to make their way down her cheeks. ‘Like someone has a hold of my heart and won’t let go. Does he not feel like this too? Like he can’t breathe.’ She dropped her head into her hands. ‘I thought I was over this,’ she mumbled, her voice distorted by the pressure of her hands against her face.

Stella just let her friend talk, she had no words that would provide any comfort. She was sure that there was a reason that Matt hadn’t reached out to let Sylvie know he was coming back, but until she knew what it was, she’s sure her soothing words would be of no use. Everyone knew how Sylvie felt about Matt, they had all seen how broken she was when he left, even though she supported his decision. They all knew about Matt’s feelings for Sylvie too, the truck crew especially, they had seen him jump out of a moving vehicle when the paramedic's life was in danger. The whole house had rejoiced when the pair finally made the move and got together, had been entertained at their attempts to keep it under wraps, had seen how much happier they had been together when their relationship finally moved from the will they won't they to the they definitely will status.

A gentle knock on the door shocked them both, and Sylvie jumped to her feet and turned around quickly so her back was facing the figure of the man who was causing the anguish she was currently feeling.

‘Sorry to disturb,’ Casey said, the apology evident in his tone. ‘We’re needed in the conference room Kidd.’

‘Yep, okay then,’ Stella said as she got to her feet, glancing back over her shoulder to where Sylvie was still standing with her back to them. She completely understood - Brett didn’t want Casey to see the effect his return had had on her.

‘I’ll meet you there,’ he said to her quietly, nodding towards Sylvie as he spoke. Stella shot him a wary look, a warning. ‘Just a moment,’ he said, reassuring her so she nodded and left the two alone.

‘Sylvie,’ he started, hoping that she would turn around but when it was evident she wouldn’t, he continued. ‘I’m sorry. I should have told you, but every time I tried, I just didn’t know what to say. I’d really like to talk later, if you want to. Just call me after shift and I’ll meet you wherever.’ He received no response to his words, so he turned to follow Stella. On almost a second guess, he turned around again. ‘I understand if you don’t want to, but really, I am sorry.’

Leaving Sylvie alone to silently cry in Stella’s office, the dam had broken at his final words. Hearing his voice again, the voice that had told her that he was in love with her and no one else, the one that had whispered words of love into her ear whilst simultaneously making her feel things no one had ever made her feel before. The same voice that had haunted her dreams for months after she had made that dreaded phone call.

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She thought about it for the entirety of the remainder of their shift, about sending him a text, about giving him a call. The pros and cons constantly waging a war inside her head, each side winning and losing at equal rates. Her head was starting to throb with the continued back and forth.

He and Stella had been kept out of the firehouse all day dealing with their task force and when Stella had returned just after dark, Casey hadn’t been with her.

‘He’s staying at the loft so has headed back there,’ Stella had said to the unanswered question when she had sat next to Sylvie on the break room couch.

‘Should I call him?’ Sylvie asked quietly. ‘If you were me, would you call him?’ She added, sensing Stella’s apprehension.

‘If I was you, I’d want to know his reasons. Matt Casey doesn’t do anything without a reason, we both know that. But I can also understand if you want to close the door on that completely.’

Sylvie nodded, pulling her legs up onto the couch to wrap her arms around them. ‘He said he was sorry,’ she mumbled, resting a cheek on her knee as she looked across at Stella.

‘I think he is, he’s not quite been himself for the rest of the day. I think it’s been on his mind. But it’s your decision girl, I’ll support you no matter what.’ She scooted closer to her friend, wrapping an arm around her and holding her close. ‘It’s up to you,’ she whispered and felt Sylvie nod in response.

After a few minutes of Sylvie finding comfort in her best friend’s arms, she voiced the decision she had been fighting over all day. ‘I’m going to text him.’ She felt Stella’s arms tighten around her. ‘I need to know.’

‘Okay,’ Stella said quietly, hoping that this wouldn’t end in heartbreak. She had had to pick up the pieces last time that had happened, and she prayed she wouldn’t have to again.

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Matt had hoped with everything he had that Sylvie would reach out after he had left 51 but a part of him was still shocked when her text came through asking him to meet her at her apartment after shift the following morning.

He would lie if anyone asked about it but he had spent a little longer on his hair that morning and had tried on 3 different shirts before deciding on a plain blue button down before heading over to Sylvie’s.

He wasn’t sure what to expect behind her apartment door, so took a moment to compose himself. He couldn’t blame her if she was angry, if she was upset or even if she was numb to his words. But she deserved an explanation, deserved to hear it from him directly, she was too important to him to hear it from anywhere else.

He knocked gently and waited. It wasn’t that long ago that he would just let himself in, her apartment had quickly become a second home to him, providing them a place to be themselves together without an audience. The door had protected them from the outside world, but now it was acting as a barrier between him and the life she now led without him.

Sylvie opened the door and he was once again floored by her beauty. Her hair was longer than it had been when he had left, now flowing past her shoulders, the light reflecting off it in a glow of a halo. Her pink jumper looked soft and warm, and he had to stop himself from running his hand over the arm of it. The blue eyes that used to look at him with nothing but affection, were now filled with sadness. And he had to swallow at the thought that he was the cause of such an emotion. Eyes that gorgeous should never be sad.

‘Hey,’ she said quietly, opening the door wide enough for him to walk through without needing to side step her.

‘Hey,’ he echoed, unsure of what else to say. ‘Thanks for texting.’ She nodded in response with a small smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

‘Do you want something to drink?’ She offered, ever the hostess.

‘Umm, just a coffee thanks,’ he said, remaining awkwardly just inside the doorway as she headed into the kitchen to make him his requested beverage. Glancing around the room, he noticed very little had changed. The couch they had spent many nights on, both before and after they had gotten together, still the main feature in the room. The shelves that he had helped put up when Sylvie had caved and asked for his help were filled with various knick knacks that he knew she loved. The frame that used to hold a picture of them that Stella had taken at Molly’s was missing from its spot on the fireplace and he was sure if he ventured into her room, the drawers that used to house some of his clothes would be refilled with her own belongings.

It was odd to feel like a stranger in a place that had once brought him the most comfort.

‘Shall we sit?’ Sylvie said as she returned into the living room, her hands clutching two steaming cups of coffee. Her tone wasn’t cold but wasn’t as welcoming as he was used to, but he couldn’t blame her for that. He nodded and took a seat next to her on the couch.

‘I’m sorry,’ he started, knowing that he had already said it but wanted to solidify that he meant it.

Sylvie nodded, all her focus on the mug that she had her hands wrapped around.

‘I know I should have told you I was coming, it wasn’t fair to blindside you like that at the house.’

‘No, it wasn’t’, she said softly, there was no malice in her voice, just sadness.

‘I tried to text you multiple times, drafted and redrafted what I wanted to say, but nothing sounded right. So I thought I’d call but I wasn’t sure you’d have picked up,’ he said quickly, the words spilling out of him faster than he had intended.

‘I would have,’ Sylvie muttered, her gaze still on the cup.

‘I know,’ he said quietly, letting his head fall slightly. Of course she would have answered, if it had been her that called him he would have picked up in an instant. ‘I guess I just thought if I heard your voice then I’d lose all sense of self and wouldn’t have told you anyway.’ He chuckled softly and thought he might have noticed Sylvie’s shoulders loosen, if only for a fraction of a second.

‘When Stella called, I knew I had to come back and help. It was only after I agreed that I realised I should have spoken to you first, warned you, asked your permission.’

‘Matt,’ Sylvie said as she turned to look at him. It was the first time she had said his name since he had returned, and it was such a welcome sound. ‘You never need to ask my permission to come back. Chicago is your home’.

‘It’s your home too and I didn’t want you to think I was encroaching on your space, invading your life or something,’ he said almost bashfully. He hadn’t ever said any of this out loud but somehow being around her again, all his walls were crumbling down.

‘I don’t think that,’ she said quietly.

‘But there’s something more,’ Matt said and allowed himself a moment to get lost in her eyes again like he had done many times before.

‘Something more?’ Sylvie asked curiously.

‘I’m thinking of coming back,’ he said quietly, not allowing himself to remove his gaze from her face, desperately searching for any reaction to his statement. ‘Permanently’, he added in case his intent was not clear.

‘Oh,’ she said, quickly looking away from him and back down to her hands, her coffee remaining untouched.

‘Griffin’s due to start at the CFD academy in the fall and Ben’s applied to colleges on the East Coast, I think he wants a fresh start,’ Matt said, trying to conceal his upset that Sylvie wasn’t more excited at the prospect of him returning to the city.

‘Griffin will make an excellent firefighter, I’ll text him and let him know how proud I am of him, of both of them,’ she said softly.

‘I’m sure they’ll love to hear from you,’ Matt said and when Sylvie made no further comment he persisted. ‘It just makes no sense for me to stay in Portland if the reasons that I went there no longer exist.’

‘I guess not,’ Sylvie responded.

‘So I spoke to Boden whilst I was at the house, technically I am still on the books at the CFD so getting assigned back shouldn’t be too difficult. I don’t think it’ll be to 51 though, but it’ll be good to be back in the city and around friends again.’

‘I’m sure everyone will be excited to have you back.’

Matt decided to throw caution to the wind. ‘Would you be excited to have me back?’ But he regretted it as soon as the words left his mouth when Sylvie’s expression shifted.

‘You can’t ask me that Matt,’ Sylvie said and he could hear her throat constricting as she spoke.

‘I’m sorry, it’s not my place,’ he said, and in an attempt to reset the conversation, took his still full coffee cup into the kitchen, dumping it out into the sink. He didn’t think he could drink it now even if he tried.

‘We haven’t spoken in months Matt,’ he heard Sylvie’s voice behind him and startled slightly, unaware that she had followed him.

‘I know, we decided it was best.’

‘Best for who,’ Sylvie muttered, picking at her long sleeves that she’d pulled over her hands.

‘I thought we…’ Matt tailed off.

‘We did, but…’ Sylvie glanced up at him, her eyes, glistening with tears, were as bright a blue as he had ever seen.

‘I know,’ he said, understanding her unspoken words. They had both agreed that it was more difficult to keep in contact when the possibility of them being together again was so far out of reach, but as the lack of contact remained, so did the ache of missing each other.

The need to reach out and take her into his arms was too much, he walked towards her but as he reached her she stopped him, her hand warm against his chest.

‘I’m seeing someone,’ she whispered, her head dipped low avoiding his eyes.

Her words knocked the wind out of him. In reality he shouldn’t be shocked, Sylvie was a beautiful, intelligent, driven woman, any man would be lucky to have her. He was lucky to have called her his for even a short time.

‘Oh,’ was all he said but he didn’t make the first move to step out of her space, and she didn’t remove her hand from where it rested just over his heart. ‘Is it serious?’ He asked before adding, ‘I apologise, it’s none of my business.’

‘He’s very sweet,’ she said quietly, not removing her hand to sever their connection, ‘but he’s not…’ she tailed off as she raised her gaze to meet his. The ‘you’ in her sentence remained unsaid but it hung thick in the air around them both.

‘When,’ she started and then, seeming to realise the awkwardness of their position, took a step back and pushed a loose strand of her back behind her ear. ‘When are you hoping to come back?’ She said, her voice steady as she spoke.

Matt cleared his throat before speaking, not trusting his voice would be equally steady. ‘Towards the end of the summer. I want to get Ben settled at school first and then be here so I can be close if Griff needs anything.’ Sylvie nodded at his words.

‘Makes sense,’ she said.

‘If I overstepped Sylvie,’ Matt said, sensing her discomfort. But she shook her head to shut him down.

‘You didn’t Matt, I should have said something but I didn’t…’ she flustered looking for her next words. ‘I’m sorry.’

‘Sorry for what?’ He asked, unsure where the conversation was heading but not wanting to close it down as it seemed like she had something she wanted to get off her chest.

‘For wanting what I can’t have,’ she whispered, barely audible in the already quiet room.

‘Who says you can’t have it?’ He asked, tentatively taking another small step forward, not quite back into her bubble but close enough he could smell the raspberry body wash he knew was her favourite emanating from her skin.

‘Well, I can’t have it at this exact moment anyway, it’s not right. Dylan doesn’t deserve that. He’s a good guy,’ she said, a little more assuredly, lifting her gaze from the ground and meeting his line of sight.

‘But maybe someday, it will be right,’ he wanted so desperately to take her into his arms in that second, to remind her of what they had but he settled for reaching out to take her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

‘I think it will be,’ she said with a small smile, looking down at their joined hands and returning his squeeze.

‘Come to Molly’s tonight? I leave early tomorrow morning but wanted to spend the evening with everyone before I go.’ It felt as though their conversation had reached its natural conclusion but he didn’t want to get on the plane the next morning without seeing her again. He had spent so long apart from her that the need to be back within the same breathing space as her was a necessity.

‘Okay,’ she smiled gently, not immediately removing her hand from his, so as he backed away to the door, their contact remained until the last possible moment when her hand dropped to her side.

‘And Sylvie’, he said as he reached the door and turned around, ‘when I come back. If you want it, my heart still belongs to you.’ He smiled, not needing an answer or possibly not wanting to hear it, turned and exited the apartment, leaving Sylvie rooted to the spot, her eyes wide but her heart was full.

——————————————————————————

The evening at Molly’s was lively, everyone excited to have Matt Casey back in their midst again. Sylvie was keeping her distance, not for the same reason she had the previous day, but because she wasn’t confident if she was in his space that she would be able to control her urge to reach out and touch him.

Matt smiled over at her on occasion, clearly having the same thought. They had separated earlier that morning with the promise of someday refreshed and alive in both their minds. Someday now felt like it was in reach and the thought of it was no longer an empty hope, but a tangible thing. The thought was proving to be a comfort to both of the pair.

‘You look cheery old friend,’ Hermann said as he handed over another beer to Casey from his side of the bar.

‘Just good to be back in Chicago,’ Matt said, smiling as he glanced over, Sylvie had laughed at something Violet had said from the corner at the other side of the room and his head had spun towards the sound without a second thought.

‘That just it, Captain?’ Hermann said with a grin, clearly digging for more information.

‘That’s it, Lieutenant,’ Matt said with a faux firmness, tipping his bottle in thanks before sidling off to continue his earlier conversation with Severide.

As the night drew to a close, Sylvie excused herself and made her goodbyes, hugging Violet tightly before turning to leave. Matt spotted her and hurried over.

‘Not leaving without saying goodbye, are you?’ he asked with a grin as she tugged on her jacket.

‘Figured it wasn’t goodbye this time,’ she said softly, smiling up at him.

Matt finally caved, he pulled her into him, wrapping his arms tightly around her and sighed when he felt her return the gesture, her small hands digging into his back.

‘Not this time,’ he whispered, quiet enough that only she could hear. He was sure if he took a moment to look around the bar, their friends would be giving them a few choice looks, but at this moment, he didn’t care. He had Sylvie back in his arms and the someday they had talked about felt a hell of a lot closer now than it ever had before. He tucked his face into her hair and let himself get lost in the possibility that the next time he held her like this, he wouldn’t have to go get on a plane, he wouldn’t have to let her walk out the bar alone, he wouldn’t have to let go at all.

[samrsgyi]

My master list

One Chicago:

Chicago fire:

Kelly severide

Stella kidd

Sylvie Brett

Violet Mikami

Evan Hawkins

Blake gallo

Ritter

Cruz

Casey

Herrman

Mouch(platonic)

Otis

Leslie

Gabby

Chicago PD:

Jay Halstead

Erin Lindsay

Kim burgess

Adam Ruzek

Kevin Atwater

Hank voight

Hailey Upton

Chicago Med:

Connor

Ava

Natalie

April

Robin

Hannah

Will

Sarah

Maggie

Denise

Cloverfield:

Rob

Jason

Beth

Lily

Marlena

Hud

10 Cloverfield lane:

Emmett

Michelle

(No frank that bitch is disgusting)

Cloverfield Paradox:

Ava Hamilton

Mina Jensen

Ernst Schmidt

Life (2017)

David

Miranda

Hugh

Sho

Kat

9-1-1:

Buck

Hen

Karen

Bobby

Eddie

Chim

Maddie

Josh

Athena

May

Albert

Lena

9-1-1 Lone star:

Owen

Marjan

Paul

Nancy

Mateo

Judd

Grace

TK( Male!Reader or GN!Reader, he's gay people)

Carlos(Male!Reader or GN!Reader)

Tommy

Michelle

Station 19:

Jack

Andy

Vic

Travis

Demon slayer:

Tanjiro

Nezuko

Zenitsu

Inosuke

Kanao

Genya

Uzui

Shinobu

Mitsuri

Obanai

Rengoku

Gyomei

Muichiro(Platonic)

Sanemi

Aoi

Naho(platonic)

Sumi(Platonic)

Kiyo(Platonic)

A/n- FORGOT TO MENTION!!!!! For Chicago fire I will do Stellaride x reader any gender. It's gonna be poly remember I am taking requests. I could also do brettsey x reader. On Cloverfield poly relationship I could do Beth x Rob x reader. Jason x lily x reader

Hud x reader x Marlena. For demon slayer! (This one is not really poly but I'll give it a shot) Uzui x his wives and reader. Tankana x reader. ZenNezu x reader. AoIno x reader. I can make all these poly platonic or affectionate if only you guys want.

That's it. My hands hurt so bad.

[write4life13]

I have a few thoughts about this Sylvie/ adoption storyline.

Does it seem rushed? Yes I wish they would have expanded this over 4 or 5 episodes and not 2 1/2. But this is Sylvie Brett we are talking about who feels things deeper than anyone else especially when it comes to babies/ children because of her experience of being adopted and having a loving family then meeting Julie in season 8 and hearing her story.

Remember in season 4 episode 3 when ambo was called to a scene to find a pregnant woman who was shot and she ended up not making it but the baby did. Sylvie did everything she could to make sure that baby had somewhere to go even so far as getting the father of the baby to change his mind. Even after everyone told her not to get attached.

(GIF credit: Chenfordsbee)

The same thing is happening again but this time there is no one who wants this baby- not the mother or grandmother- and the foster parents aren’t looking to adopt so the baby will be put into the system.

Sylvie has grown since season 4 so much that she knows what she wants and knows she’s strong enough to do it alone (with 51 behind her of course because #foundfamily) she feels so strongly for this little girl because of the situation the baby was born in and the birth mother being the same age as Julie was that she believes that’s it’s her time to do what her adoptive parents did with her with this baby girl.

All of this to say that this makes sense for Sylvie’s character but I have no clue if this is setting up for Sylvie’s departure. I think I’d be okay with it if it ends with Brettsey endgame.

Let me know you’re thoughts! DMs are always open

[evcryopeneye]

@rawbutprecious asked: "Don't make assumptions about me!"  (Dr. Conrad Hawkins to Sylvie Brett)

She recoiled. 

Taken aback for a moment, Sylvie paused. It took a lot to unsettle her, hell, how many times had she walked into a dangerous situation and bullets had been flying and fires burning…somehow this felt more anxious than all of them. It wasn’t often that Sylvie was wrapped up in an event rather than responding to it. He was right though, she’d snapped, anxiety taking over what was meant to be a calm exterior. “I’m sorry….” a sigh left her, “this really is the capper on a bad day. Not that is an excuse.” God what she would give for just a normal day once in a while. One where she didn’t have to deal with the pain in her side every time she took a deep breath or the itch in the back of her throat from all the dust.

 It wasn’t his place to deal with her frustrations over her own life though. Instead, she turned her attention to the situation at hand. “We should see if we can get to the floors above us, people are probably going to need help.” How they were going to do that was beyond her right now.

As she moved, glass shards fell onto the fractured concrete floor. Sylvie at least took some comfort in the idea that she was up to date with her tetanus shots. While she wasn’t sure exactly what had happened, she did know they were trapped. Given the sound above them earlier, it sounded like part of the building had collapsed..or something had collided with it. She couldn’t be sure and Sylvie wasn’t sure if she wanted to know. 

[ao3feed-chicagofire]

Chicago Fire // X Reader

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/81uES6v

by barneswinchester3

A collection of X Reader one-shots for Chicago Fire

Words: 120, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Chicago Fire

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Multi

Characters: Matthew Casey, Kelly Severide, Sylvie Brett, Gabriela Dawson, Brian "Otis" Zvonecek, Joe Cruz (Chicago Fire), Leslie Shay, Randy "Mouch" McHolland, Christopher Herrmann, Wallace Boden, Blake Gallo, Darren Ritter, Violet Mikami, Evan Hawkins, Peter Mills, Jimmy Borrelli, Stella Kidd, Firehouse 51 Crew Members (Chicago Fire)

Relationships: Firehouse 51 Crew Members (Chicago Fire) & You

Additional Tags: One Shot, Short One Shot, One Shot Collection, Fluff and Angst, Light Angst, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, No Smut

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/81uES6v

[alittlextrathatway]

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Chicago Fire

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Sylvie Brett/Matthew Casey

Characters: Sylvie Brett, Matthew Casey, Violet Mikami, Ben Darden, Griffin Darden, Joe Cruz (Chicago Fire), Stella Kidd

Additional Tags: One Shot, Detour Series, Found Family, Team as Family, Slice of Life, True Love, Friendship/Love, Supportive Matt Casey, Boss Babe Sylvie Brett

Series: Part 7 of Detour

Summary:

Her last two days off were spent house hunting.

Amidst all the houses they viewed, they found one they both agreed was perfect. It had 5 bedrooms and three and a half baths. It was close to Matt’s new house and yet still not an unreasonable commute to 51. On days when Matt would have meetings at the Academy or HQ, those buildings were close as well. To top it all off, the school district it was in was one of the best in the county. Not an immediate concern for Julia, but certainly something they needed to think about.

NEW DETOUR ONE SHOT POSTED.

[kim-ruzek]

I’m a Stellaride fan and I’m also a Brettsey fan but I don’t like the promo. Last season we know that for the finale the major focus would be on Stella and Sev’s wedding - everyone talked about it, they showed us a sneak in a promo. Now they said that we will see how the case Casey made Stella involved with is going to end. Should be exciting, right? No, they show us sobbing Brett. This is how they want to make sure people will watch the finale? They say one thing and tease us with another (btw if she’s said yes after not talking to him for so long I’d be so disappointed in her but it’s another conversation…) when they use Casey come back as a promo the ratings didn’t go up - maybe show some actual action and people will show up? Just a thought

PS I want a happy ending for Brett and Casey, I’ve waited too long for that but this? Rushed engagement after radio silence for few months? Please, we (and them) deserve better than this

Yeah I mean I definitely think that depending this is the finale and the case is coming to a head that there should've been more action shots but at the same time, their promos are always so short and there might not be stuff they can actually show that'll ruin the action part of it (although that just might be my cpd self talking lol).

I guess I don't mind too much what was chosen to be in the promos for a few reasons, really. One; I don't find their action shots very exciting in the promos. Or rather I do, but I enjoy the actual scenes in the episodes better when it's not in the promo as the way they cut it makes it more disappointing imo.

Two; I love the action, but I'm primarily motivated by ships. That's what makes me watch in real time, and engage in fandom. So I always do prefer ship centric promos because that's what I tune in for. For action stuff only, I tend to wait to watch it all in one go.

Finally, three; I've largely stopped watching fire after Hawkins died. Now I might be getting back into it, possibly but that depends a lot on how this season ends and how next season kicks off. The only reason I'm remotely excited and planning on watching the finale is because of the brettsey interaction which means I don't mind the promo.

But I agree we do deserve better than this. The radio silence, the break up... and introducing a new love interest to Sylvie when we should've just got a few more episodes of build up about the baby, it all should've be done better.

However I am reserving my final judgement on that since it all depends on what the outcome of this baby storyline will be and whether or not this is paving the way for them to write out Sylvie from the show. Because of kara is leaving and this is facilitating that, then I'm not annoyed too much and especially not minding about the promo not being action focused, as the big thing of the episode would be a long time cast member leaving.

I am also reserving judgement just in case the outcome of this storyline is that we get brettsey back somewhat on screen, if Jesse has chosen to make a few occasionally appearances next season. It all just largely depends on why they have chosen to do this storyline and if it's anything to do with the actors availability.

Although either way or whatever the reason, I'm not totally upset about this storyline, if it is a proposal and if Sylvie does say yes. Because imo it does make sense with them, with how great their love is, and that the time apart from each other and then Sylvie's decision to try and adopt the baby has just reaffirmed that being together is what matters and is what they want.

The thing I'm most irritated at is that yes the whole thing was so badly handled all season, and they definitely never should've introduced the new LI. And that we should've got a few more episodes of build up to the baby.

So really as much as I have my annoyances, my possible happiness at all this outweighs them, for me.

Thank you for asking!! ❤️

[sylkiddsey]

Prompt: “I’m not leaving. Ever.”

She’s had so many guns on her in her career. It’s become the normal on the job, but it’s never gone further than a threat. Sure, they’ve been pressed against her head, waved in her face or even gone off near her, but she’s never been shot.

She has always made it out of the situation mostly unscathed with nothing but some more trauma and a few scratches or bruises, but after nearly a decade, her luck has run out.

She always thought it would happen on shift, surrounded by well-trained medical professionals, but it doesn’t.

She’s working a paramedicine shift with Mouch when she’s shot.

It was supposed to be a wellness check. One of their frequent patients hadn’t checked in like they usually did. She’s an older woman with diabetes and a stubborn attitude, but she had always been a consistent caller.

When she hadn’t in days, Sylvie got a little worried. She was afraid Miss Maybelline had some sort of health scare, so she and Mouch showed up.

Sylvie’s biggest worry was that the old woman was dead in her home. The last thing she expected was to come face to face with a gunman upstairs who was clearly robbing the place.

He had pointed the gun and fired before she could even de-escalate the situation. She fell to the egg-shell blue carpet with a thud and then the man ran out.

Now, she knows what it actually feels like to have a bullet lodge itself deep in her abdomen. She’s treated so many of these wounds, listened as her patients screamed and felt deep dark blood seep through her fingers.

It’s the first time that it is her own dark red blood spreading across her white button up and into the carpet.

It hurts. The pain stings and she has newfound respect for the people she’s treated because this sensation is unlike anything she could imagine.

She stares at the popcorn ceiling above, trying to train her breathing to slow. She’s gasping a little and it takes her a second to realize the guy shot her right below the lung.

The wound looks deep, her once white shirt red and it’s lodged in an area that makes it harder to breathe.

She hears heavy footsteps up the stairs and harsh breathing. Mouch is next to her in record time for not being as spry as he was.

“Sylvie, oh my god!” He shouts, moving to grab some towels to hold pressure. It’s what she would do if she wasn’t the one bleeding.

She always thought this was a possibility; getting shot. Her job is risky, and she’s seen too many situations go wrong to not consider it could happen. She’s even thought about it, but she always thought Matt would be there.

He’d be on shift, maybe on the scene and ready to deal with the aftermath. It had been him in the Arnow fire. He had gone straight to her and kept his hand firmly on her shoulder then back. He had been there after the ambulance crash, literally the first face she saw so she always thought he’d be here.

She wishes he was here.

Mouch gets off the phone and she belatedly realizes he called an ambulance. His hand moves consolingly against her head.

She’s glad he’s here though.

“Hang on kiddo. An ambo is on its way. Only a couple minutes out,” he soothes.

She wonders if she’ll know the paramedic.

The pain starts escalating, but she assumes that’s just the shock wearing off. Her adrenaline is gone, and her body is left to feel every drop of blood leave.

“Mmm,” she murmurs, wincing when Mouch holds more pressure. She needs to talk. She would tell her patient to stay calm and alert. “M…Matt.”

She wants him. She wishes he could just appear and hold her hand. She needs her fiancé more than ever right now and he’s not here.

A tear slips down her cheek because God, why can’t he be here right now?

Mouch nods, looking more stressed than she thinks she’s ever seen him. Huh, that can’t be that good. Maybe he’s just having some PTSD from when he was shot a few months ago?

“Don’t worry. I’ll call him soon,” he promises. “Just stay awake, Brett.”

She’s tired now. She’s even more tired than she is on the nights when Julia doesn’t get an hour of sleep.

Oh god. Julia. She has a daughter now.

Sylvie feels the wound with her finger, moving it under the towel and testing her paramedic abilities blind. She doesn’t feel the metal bullet which means it’s pretty deep inside. She’s steadily bleeding, but she’s confident it didn’t hit a major organ. Although, it might’ve nicked the lung based on how difficult it is to take a ful breath.

She’ll probably need surgery. Marcel will have to remove the bullet in an OR and maybe fix any internal bleeding or damage. Worst case scenario, her lung could collapse, and she’d need a chest tube.

The recovery time will be brutal. How is she going to carry Julia around or hop up for late night feedings? What about the wedding? They’re getting married in a little more than two months. Will she be up and walking by then?

She’s so caught up in all the possibilities that she completely misses the sirens in the distance or the ambulance’s screechy brakes. Next thing she knows, two unrecognizable paramedics are at her side, barking orders and discussing things she understands a little too well.

Mouch’s rough hand slips out of her grasp and the room tilts a little. He’s standing by her head, phone pressed to his ear as he stares at her worriedly.

“They’re loading her up in an ambulance now. Meet us at Med,” Mouch explains. “I know. Yeah. I got her, alright? You just meet us there, Casey.”

Matt. He’s on his way.

Sylvie’s whole world moves once again as she’s loaded onto a backboard. She feels nauseous and dizzy, but she’s still experiencing every stabbing, aching and burning sensation in her abdomen.

Time is a funny thing when you’re shot. One minute she’s looking at the framed family photos on the wall as they descend down the staircase, wondering where Miss Maybelline is and the next, she’s wincing at how freaking bright the ambulance lights are.

She makes a mental note to talk to headquarters about investing in dimmer lights because is this really what her patients have to deal with?

“How you doin, Hun?” Mouch asks, smoothing down her sweaty hair. He’s always been like a father to her and if she can’t have Matt by her side, Mouch is a great alternative.

She’s in so much pain and she’s very, very tired. She wants to close her eyes and just wake up in a warm hospital room with Matt at her bedside, but she knows how important it is to stay conscious as long as possible.

She fights the sleepiness, whimpering as the unfamiliar PIC (she assumes he’s the PIC since he seems pushier than his partner) packs her wound with gauze.

At some point, someone has unbuttoned her shirt so she’s just in her bra and blue slacks.

“Been better,” she murmurs, answering Mouch’s question later than she intended. Her brain is having a hard time processing anything at the moment.

“Yeah. It’s no fun, huh?” He teases, trying to break the tension with levity.

The whole ambulance is tense which tells her a lot. She knows what that means. Her condition is serious.

Right. Mouch had been shot almost six months ago. He had been the one that gave everyone quite the scare. If she wasn’t so weak, she’d make a joke about how 51 attracts bullets.

“Brett, how you doin?” The PIC asks. He looks younger than her with a head of curly blonde hair and a real surfer dude look to him. He clearly knows who she is.

“Alive,” she whispers, wheezing a little after each word. Yeah, something is definitely wrong with her lung. “Keep me that way.”

Mouch and surfer dude PIC share an intense look. She knows that one too.

God, she just wants Matt. Maybe if she closes her eyes now, it’ll make time pass and he’ll be here?

She allows them to flutter shut, listening as Mouch tries to keep her alert and the PIC tells the driver to speed up because they are losing her.

She wonders how many times she’s said those words thinking her patient couldn’t hear when they actually could.

It’s not comforting, and she makes another mental note to avoid that phrase in the future while on a call.

She’s drifting closer and closer to complete darkness when everything jolts. She hears distinct brakes, opening doors, squeaky wheels and frantic footsteps.

When she opens them again, she’s being wheeled into Med. Black scrubs are at her side in an instant, probably belonging to Marcel. Mouch is somewhere behind her head because she can still hear his ragged breathing.

Her breathing is quickening too, and she feels like the air is thinning.

“Sylvie!”

She hears Matt’s voice a half a second before his hand latches around hers. He must’ve either beat them here or just arrived because his timing is impeccable.

His blue eyes are wide like they were when she stumbled out of the ambulance a few years ago.

“Oh god,” he mutters, eyes landing on her bloody naked torso. She swears he goes a little pale or maybe it’s just her vision.

Seeing his face is the thing that breaks her composure. She’s been pretty calm for having a bullet inside her, but now that he’s right by her side with a tight grip on her hand and the other on her head, the damn breaks.

Tears flow down her face, pooling in her ears and all she wants is him not to go, but she knows he will once they finish wheeling her into an exam room.

“Matt,” she murmurs, but it’s muffled by the pesky oxygen mask. She wants to take it off and kiss him, but she knows he won’t let her.

They by-pass the exam curtains and the nurse pushing the gurney who took over for the PIC directs her towards the bank of elevators.

Matt asks the question she’s thinking, looking to the doctor. “What are you doing?”

“Taking her straight to the OR,” Marcel hurriedly says, smacking an elevator button over and over. “She has a ticking time bomb in her lung. It collapses, we are in trouble.”

Geez, he doesn’t believe in sugar coating anything, she thinks.

“I’m coming with you,” Matt says, using the Captain voice she’s so obsessed with. Gallo would absolutely start shaking in his turnout pants right now.

“You can come as far as the OR doors, but then you have to stay put,” Marcel replies.

She really doesn’t want to let go of his hand. She’s scared which is the first time she’s acknowledged that feeling. She always tries to remain strong, but she’s terrified.

She’s shoved in a confined elevator. One of the nurses hits the fourth-floor button, and Matt edges closer, running his fingers through her hair.

“Hey, I’m right here. You’re going to be fine,” he promises which eases her nervousness just a little. She knows he can’t know that, but just hearing his words help. “You’re doing so good, baby. Stay with me.”

She briefly wonders where he was when Mouch called. He’s in her favorite red t-shirt of his and jeans so she imagines he might’ve been home with Julia or possibly at a construction job. She can’t remember what he told her over breakfast when she thought it was just a normal day.

Who is with their daughter?

The elevator doors slide open and once again, she’s jolted and sped down a hallway. She can see the big swinging doors which represent the spot she knows she has to let go.

Marcel stops first, informing them he’s going to scrub in and then the nurses will wheel her back.

It gives her a little more time with Matt before he has to leave.

“I love you,” he says, eyes glistening with tears, and she really feels bad for doing this to him. He lost a fiancé already and they’ve had that conversation before. “I love you so much and I’ll be waiting right here for you, okay? I’ll be right by your side when you wake up.”

She nods, struggling more and more to breathe, but she ignores it so she can memorize every detail on his very handsome face in case it’s the last time.

She hopes it’s not the last time.

“We have to take her,” the female nurse informs Matt, holding a hand against his shoulder.

What if that nurse makes a move on her fiancé if she dies?

Matt nods and leans down and kisses her forehead and cheek. “I’ll be with you before you know it.”

She nods slowly, head bobbing against the gurney.

She doesn’t know if she blacks out before or after she’s whisked through the doors. All she knows is his face is the last thing she really remembers before she couldn’t breathe and then everything went dark.

:::

The first thing she clocks when she comes to is that she’s not intubated. It’s a really good sign. Her throat, however, does feel scratchy and dry.

She can tell she’s pumped full of meds because she can barely feel any pain and if anything, she’s more nauseous than achy.

She’s so accustomed to hospital sounds. She’s always here, transporting patients, but it’s never her in the hospital bed. She listens to her own steady heart monitor and zipping curtains.

She has no idea what happened after they got to the OR. How long has she been out? How bad was the damage?

“Sylvie?”

She must’ve twitched or made some sort of sound because Matt’s grip tightens around her hand.

She forces her eyes open, blinking a couple times to adjust to how freaking bright they keep hospital rooms.

“Hey, there’s my girl,” Matt greets.

He’s still in the same clothes from before although now they are a little disheveled. His hair is a little messier and he looks older. It’s funny, she knows they have an age gap between them, but she never really notices it. He looks way to attractive all the time to remember he’s in his forties.

Everything feels floaty and unreal. She lays her palm against his cheek, his hand instantly covering hers.

Just the feeling of his lips against her wrist sharpens her surroundings. She smiles. “You’re real.”

“Of course, I’m real,” he replies. “Where else would I be?”

He has a point. She knows he’d never leave her side and probably didn’t all night. Depending on how long she’s been out, he might have slept here.

Matt brushes some hair away from her face. “How are you feeling?”

She’s really not feeling much. The hospital standard pains meds work wonders. She wants to personally thank the creator of these magical drugs.

“Like I got shot,” she teases, but the joke absolutely doesn’t land. Matt doesn’t even crack a smile. If anything, he looks completely drained.

She brushes her thumb against his cheek. “What happened after the OR? The last thing I remember is you being there and then…”

She’s missing a huge section of time she can’t remember. Somehow, it feels like she’s only been out five seconds and also five years.

She’s very drugged.

“Your lung collapsed. You stopped breathing before they took you in. The uh…” he clears his throat. “The nurses had to bring you back in the hall and then they took you to surgery.”

Geez, that never crossed her mind when she thought about worst case scenarios.

“My heart stopped?” She asks. “For how long?”

She feels okay. She imagines if she was without oxygen for a while she would know, but her brain is working, albeit a little slowly.

His hand falls, linking their fingers together against the bed. “It felt like forever, but it was probably only a minute or two.”

No wonder he looks so devastated. She must’ve absolutely terrified him. She knows if the roles were reversed, they’d have to restart her heart too.

He adverts his gaze to their joined hands, tracing patterns on her skin. “Anyway, they took you to surgery and were able to remove the bullet.”

Well, that’s a relief. She doesn’t think it would be a good thing if they kept it inside.

“And my lung? I mean, I’m drugged, but breathing is a little harder,” she admits.

Matt meets her stare. “Your lung took a good hit, but Marcel doesn’t seem to think there should be long term damage. They put you on a ventilator for a while to give it time to heal.”

That explains her sore throat. She had a breathing tube in for at least a little bit which brings up a whole new question.

“How long have I been out?” She shifts in the bed and strains her incision. She exhales a sharp breath, and then breathes through the pain.

Her fiancé slides closer, smoothing her hair. “Almost forty-eight hours which is exactly why you need to take things slow. You’ve been through a lot.”

God, that’s so much time. That’s time she could’ve been wrapped up in his arms on the couch or rocking Julia to sleep.

Julia.

She startles a little, mom mode kicking up in full gear. “Julia? Who has her?”

“She’s fine, baby. Cindy has her so she’s probably having a blast with all the Hermann’s. She’s okay,” he assures.

She feels guilty. Their daughter should be with them, but she had to get shot. She’s the reason Julia isn’t with her or Matt right now.

“You should go be with her,” she suggests. “She probably wants her daddy.”

“There’s no way in hell I’m leaving you right now,” he argues, which she anticipated. Yes, Matt loves their daughter more than anything, but he’d never leave her side. “Sylvie, you…God, you scared the hell out of me. I mean, when Mouch called, I was worried but when I saw you…”

She knows and again, she feels incredibly guilty. She never wanted to worry him like this, but she also can’t help that some man shot her.

“I’m sorry,” she apologizes, beckoning him closer so she can give him a kiss. “I’m okay.”

He finally grins a little in response. “That makes one of us.” He grazes the back of his fingers against her cheek. “You can’t do this to me again, okay? No more getting shot.”

She’s not sure that’s a promise either of them can really make, but if it makes him feel better, she’ll comply. “Okay, I’ll try my very best, Matt.”

“Somehow that doesn’t comfort me much,” he replies.

“Now you know how I feel,” she chuckles. “I’ve had to watch you run into fires, dangle from aerials and swing off freaking roofs. It’s no fun.”

“Yeah, but at least I never coded right in front of you. Yes, I’m reckless at times, but my scares have never landed me here.”

That’s not entirely fair. He’s gotten very hurt in the past before they fell in love, before they even met. She’s witnessed a lot of close calls, but she understands she freaked him out.

She’s also really relieved that if one of them ever had to take a bullet, it was her. Yeah, the physical pain hurts like a bitch, but it’s nothing compared to the emotional pain Matt could put her through.

She physically can’t take the thought of something terrible happening to him.

“The TBI begs to differ,” she murmurs, squeezing his hand.

“Yeah, and I’d rather take a beam to the skull than relive the last two days,” he retorts.

“Don’t even think about seeking out falling beams, baby. I need my future husband alive and with as many brain cells as possible.”

He smirks a little. “I need my future wife alive without a bullet hole in her lung. I need her to rest and let her body heal because I’m not doing this again.”

She nods. Of course, she hates the thought of not working, but truthfully, she wants time with Matt, Julia and the boys.

“I thought I was going to lose you,” Matt admits, quietly.

She shakes her head. “Never. I’m not leaving you. Ever.”

She almost died.

Wait.

“Miss Maybelline? Is she alive? Did that guy shoot her too?”

He shakes his head. “No. She’s perfectly fine. Turns out that your patient was on vacation. The police think the shooter knew that which was why he was robbing it.”

That’s a relief. At least she’s alive and well. She hopes he couldn’t steal anything too valuable.

…she’ll also have to replace the carpet.

“They caught the guy?”

His sweet loving gaze instantly hardens, and she can see the anger written all over his face. “Yeah. A patrol cop stopped him from trying to rob another house. That son-of-a-bitch is locked in jail where he’s going to stay the rest of his pathetic life.”

It’s not like she wants to stick up for her shooter, but it’s hard to hate someone she barely remembers. The shooting is pretty much a blur.

“Matt,” she gently scolds.

“No. This isn’t one of those situations where you can tell me to see the good in this guy. He shot you like it was nothing and left you there. He…he almost killed you. Jesus, if Mouch hadn’t been there, you might have…”

She would’ve bled out in that house. Mouch’s quick thinking kept her alive long enough for the ambulance to get there. If she had taken the shift alone, she would’ve died.

They both know that.

“I’m not taking pity on him. I can’t,” he expresses.

“Okay, okay. I know. I’m not either. He…he almost took me away from you,” she whispers, voice breaking.

God, she doesn’t want to cry. It’ll hurt like hell because of the stitches and general soreness.

Her fiancé doesn’t let her finish the sentence. He kisses her quickly. “We’re not going there. You’re alive and with me. That’s all I care about.”

It’s all she cares about too. She nods and reaches to fix his hair which is when she sees her bare finger.

Her ring.

She gasps loudly.

Matt’s eyes widen and he checks her monitor. “What? What’s wrong?”

The shooting is pretty much a blur. Did the robber take her ring off her hand? Could he have pocketed it?

Her fiancé is clearly panicked. “Are you in pain? Having trouble breathing? Talk to me.”

“My ring,” she whispers. “Did…did he take my ring?”

His shoulders visibly relax. “Jesus Sylvie, you can’t do that to me.”

I’m hindsight, it might’ve been a little over dramatic, but she loves her ring. She can’t imagine losing the symbol of Matt’s love. She doesn’t want a different ring. She wants the one he proposed with.

He reaches into his pocket and reveals the diamond in his hand. “They had to take it off for surgery. I knew you’d want it safe, so I held onto it.”

Thank God.

She wiggles her finger. “Will you put it back on?”

He nods, slips it on the right finger and kisses her knuckles. “There. Right back where it belongs.”

It does belong there.