#benny (arson buddy)
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Ha okay now you get all the nicknames
Benny
Bens
Ben bens
Babes
Arson buddy
Benerson
hahaha Benerson is funny because of my last name! It ends with derson so it’s like a combo of my first and last name!
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CHICAGO FIRE – PROVE IT (S02E02)
Renee Royce: Hey [chuckles]
Kelly Severide: You’re -- you’re back early.
Renee Royce: Yeah, two weeks of my mom’s natural birthing
lectures was enough.
Come here. Feel this.
Crazy kicking for the last two days. The baby missed
you, I think.
Kelly Severide: I-I’m gonna be late, so I better get going, but, um,
we’ll catch up after shift?
Renee Royce: Sounds good.
Kelly Severide: Okay.
[kissing sound]
Kelly Severide: Okay.
cutscene
Matt Casey: Yeah, I’m just looking for any kind of an update.
Attorney: I don’t have one. Everything is up in the air right now.
Matt Casey: Okay, well, I-I still have the kids here.
Ben Darden: Where do you keep the cereal?
Matt Casey: Uh, call me back as soon as you hear anything.
[phone beeps]
Matt Casey: Uh, yeah. All right. I’m gonna make you guys some
lunch for school.
Ben Darden: What about breakfast?
Matt Casey: Yes. Good point.
Griffin Darden: When’s my mom coming back from her trip?
Matt Casey: Soon, really soon.
Ben, just… here, put that stuff back, buddy. You guys
need to get dressed. We’re late.
Griffin Darden: Well, when you talk to mom, tell her we’re ready to
go home, okay?
Matt Casey: Evie will pick you up from school today.
[glass shatters]
Matt Casey: Oh! Okay.
[grunts] I got this. Don’t worry
[sighs]
[doorbell rings]
Ben Darden: I’ll get it!
Matt Casey: Thanks, Ben.
Griffin Darden: You missed some.
Matt Casey: Thanks, Griffin.
Gabby Dawson: Boo!
Matt Casey: Gabby.
Gabby Dawson: Hey. I figured I’d stop by on my way to work, see
how everyone’s doing.
Griffin Darden: I’m starving.
Gabby Dawson: All right. Whoever runs to the bedroom first and
gets dressed in under two minutes gets one of
these. I’m timing you. Go! I’m timing you! Get on it!
[chuckles]
Matt Casey: Impressive.
Did you talk to Antonio? I’m not getting anything from
the attorney.
Gabby Dawson: Yeah, he says that Heather has a good chance of
getting out on probation soon. First offense, single
mother…
Griffin Darden: Cut it out! Stop it, Ben!
Ben Darden: Aah!
Matt Casey: Guys!
[shouting continues]
Matt Casey: I hope he’s right.
cutscene
[door opens and closes]
Man 1 (Ken Rowe): Kelly.
Kelly Severide: These arsons we’ve been fighting… M.O. matches
up with John Westminster. That’s a guy that my dad
helped put away a few years back.
Man 1 (Ken Rowe): Yeah, yeah. “Big John” I remember. So?
Kelly Severide: So I called DOC. and it turns out he was released
from prison a month ago, right before the fires
started.
Man 1 (Ken Rowe): So you think he’s looking to settle the score
with Benny by coming after you?
Kelly Severide: I think it’s worth looking into.
Man 1 (Ken Rowe): Sure. Anything for Benny Severide’s kid.
[door opens and closes]
cutscene
Gail McLeod: [sighs] I-I don’t think you understand the seriousness
of this situation, Chief.
Chief Boden: Oh, I can assure you I do.
Gail McLeod: Then explain why you have yet to input any data into
The Wizard.
Chief Boden: I will, Ms. McLeod, as soon as I get five minutes.
Gail McLeod: No, today, this shift… unless you’d like me to get a
relief Battalion Chief to come in to do it for you.
Chief Boden: Hmm. I’ll get it done.
Gail McLeod: Good. Thank you, Chief.
Chief Boden: [scoffs]
cutscene
[ambo door shuts]
[squad shutters closes]
Leslie Shay: Hey.
[squad door shuts]
Kelly Severide: Hey.
Leslie Shay: So, the management company called to remind us that
the new tenants are gonna move in on the 16th.
Kelly Severide: Yeah, Renee and I can finish packing up this
weekend.
Leslie Shay: So does that mean you talked to her about the baby?
Kelly Severide: She just got back to town a few hours ago. Give
me a break, okay?
cutscene
Lt. Spellman: 51 has the best food in town. Where’d you learn how
to cook?
Peter Mills: My family owns a restaurant. Been behind a grill since I
was a kid.
[dog whines]
Kelly Severide: Any update on Heather’s friend, Jen?
Matt Casey: Still in critical condition.
Leslie Shay: Casey, how are the boys?
Matt Casey: As far as they know, mom’s on a trip. Hopefully they’ll
be home soon. If it hadn’t been for her, they’d have
shown up to school an hour late wearing pyjamas.
Gabby Dawson: Yeah, that smelled like beer.
[alarm blaring & buzzing]
(Over PA): Truck 81, Squad 3, Engine 51, Ambulance 61. Multi-
vehicle accident, Interstate 90 at the Eisenhower
Expressway.
[sirens wailing]
Man 2 (Truck Driver): Hey! Hey, over here! Over here! Hey.
Just before the house went over, I saw a
motorcycle passing on the right.
Chief Boden: Go.
[fire extinguisher spraying]
Kelly Severide: [grunts] Sir?
I can feel his leg, just not a pulse.
All right, get me some cribbing and air bags. We
need to lift and stabilise this home.
Harold Capp: You got it.
Victim 1: [groans]
Kelly Severide: Boden, you hear that?
(into radio) Otis, Mouch, grab me a ladder.
(over radio) There’s someone else inside.
Otis Zvonecek: (into radio) Copy.
Severide, where do you want it?
Kelly Severide: Guys, right there.
Clarke, follow me.
Located the victim. Send me up a line.
Gabby Dawson: Ma’am? Can you hear me?
Leslie Shay: Airway’s clear. She’s breathing.
Kelly Severide: All right, I’m on line.
All right, going down.
Leslie Shay: Dawson.
Gabby Dawson: Yeah?
Back door’s open.
Casey! We got a missing kid. Ran from the car.
Matt Casey: Got it.
Chief Boden: (over radio) What have you got, Severide?
Kelly Severide: (over radio) He’s in bad shape. We need to find a
way to get him out of here quick.
Gabby Dawson: From the size of the seat, the kid could be
anywhere from, like, three to six years old.
Kelly Severide: Clarke… send me down a sawzall, then bring the
stokes basket.
Jeff Clarke: Got it. Send up a sawzall.
Kelly Severide: Got it.
[saw whirring]
Harold Capp: Up on green.
Kelly Severide: [coughs] Found the owner of the boot.
(over radio) The other victim’s trapped beneath
‘em. We need those airbags now!
[whirring]
Matt Casey: There.
Harold Capp: (into radio) Air bags are up.
(over radio) Motorcyclist’s legs should be free,
Lieutenant.
Victim 1: [groans]
Kelly Severide & Jeff Clarke: One, two, three, up!
[grunts]
Kelly Severide: Go. There we go.
All right, guys, get ready to lift him up.
Matt Casey: Hey buddy. It’s okay. I’m Matt. What’s your name?
Child: Colin.
Matt Casey: Come on out. Come on. Let’s get you safe and
sound.
[siren blares]
- title screen -
Chief Boden: This “Wizard” program is the most convulated…
Mouch: Yeah, we should record this. Use it to show how
ineffective McLeod’s systems are. This crazy budget
tightening has nothing to do with saving lives.
Christopher Herrmann: Now you’re talking like a Union president.
Chief Boden: You will not record this.
Christopher Herrmann: Yeah, you know what? You need to get
out there, you know, and start your
campaign. Greg Sullivan’s already in high
gear. I got one of his flyers in the mail
yesterday.
Mouch: Me too. Nice, high-gloss paper. Guy’s got campaign
funds.
Christopher Herrmann: Nah, forget the funds. You know what,
the most valuable commodity in any
election is the candidate themselves.
Visit the firehouses, present ideas, take
questions…town hall style.
Mouch: [slurping] It’s not a bad idea, Herrmann.
Chief Boden: Will the two of you kindly take your business
elsewhere?
cutscene
Firefighter: He’s right there.
Matt Casey: Evie.
Woman 1 (Evie): Mr. Casey, I’m so sorry to bother you.
Matt Casey: Where are Griffin and Ben?
Woman 1 (Evie): Outside. My daughter has a sore throat, could be
strep. I-I need to take her to the doctor.
Matt Casey: Oh.
Woman 1 (Evie): I tried to get them to come inside, but there’s a
problem with Griffin.
[car door closes]
Matt Casey: Griffin, come inside. We’ll give you guys a VIP tour.
Griffin Darden: He can go in. I’m staying outside.
Ben Darden: Hey, Dawson!
Gabby Dawson: Hey, guys.
Hi. I’ll take Ben inside.
Matt Casey: Thanks.
Christopher Herrmann: Hey! Ben Darden’s in the house!
Kelly Severide: Hey, you little rug rat! Look at you! [laughs]
How you doing? You’re getting so big. Come on,
we’ll show you around the joint. How about that,
huh?
Ben Darden: Is that all of Chicago? Is my house on there?
Kelly Severide: Yep, it is. It shows us every street and address in
the city. Right there, that’s the ‘dangerous
buildings’ list. Every station has one. It shows us
all the buildings that are really tricky to fight fires
in.
Peter Mills: Yo, you want to come check out the truck? Yeah.
Joe Cruz: Hey.
[indistinct background chatter]
Griffin Darden: Ben’s an idiot for acting like this place is so cool.
Matt Casey: Your father loved it here.
Griffin Darden: I just want to go home, okay?
Matt Casey: I know.
Griffin Darden: [sighs]
Matt Casey: How about this? I’ll cancel my construction job. After
shift, we’ll go down to the pier. You can grab
whatever you want for lunch.
Ben Darden: Can I go up on the ladder?
Peter Mills: Uh, I-I think we’re gonna have to check on that one,
partner.
Joe Cruz: Rules say no visitors in the aerial… But then again,
you’re not just any visitor, huh?
Mouch: Chief, what do you say?
Chief Boden: Ah, go ahead.
[cheering]
Ben Darden: Woo!
Joe Cruz: Come on.
Ben Darden: [laughs]
[indistinct chatter]
cutscene
[knocks at door]
Renee Royce: [chuckles]
Kelly Severide: Hey.
Renee Royce: We barely got a chance to say hello this morning,
and you seem so stressed, so I thought I’d come
and cheer you up. Now, my parents are a little too
excited about becoming grandparents. Oh… look
at this. Aw, come on! Isn’t this the sweetest?
Kelly… What’s going on with you?
Kelly Severide: Look, you know that I love you no matter what,
right? When you moved to Spain, we said that
we’d keep in touch but that we wouldn’t be
exclusive.
[sighs] Is there any chance this baby…
[slapping sound]
[door closes]
[knocks at door, door opens]
Chief Boden: Lieutenant? Arson just called. Wanted to let you
know that the cops have Big John in custody.
Kelly Severide: Thanks.
[door closes]
Kelly Severide: [sighs]
cutscene
Man 1 (Ken Rowe): Hey, detectives are talking to him now. The
bastard’s even twitcher than I remember.
Kelly Severide: You got anything solid tying him to the fires?
Man 1 (Ken Rowe): Nothing.
Man 3 (Big John): Hey, look. It’s the arson guy’s son.
Kelly Severide: Two buildings up in flames?
Man 3 (Big John): Ooh!
Kelly Severide: Do you know how many people you almost killed?
Huh, how many of my own men, huh?
Man 1 (Ken Rowe): Kelly!
Man 3 (Big John): Get away from me!
Man 1 (Ken Rowe): Kelly! Kelly!
Man 3 (Big John): Get him away! Get him away from me!
Man 1 (Ken Rowe): Get him out of here! Get him out of here!
Hey, I looped you in out of respect for your
father, as a courtesy. You understand?
cutscene
[water running]
Gabby Dawson: I’m telling you, Renee looked pissed running out
of here.
Leslie Shay: What if I was wrong about the due date?
Gabby Dawson: That would be bad, Shay.
Leslie Shay: I don’t think I was, but I’m not a frickin’ obstetrician.
[knocks on bathroom door]
Joe Cruz: Taking too long!
Otis Zvonecek: Remember, as McLeod said, “only 42 ounces of
potable water per employee per week.”
Joe Cruz: [chuckles]
Leslie Shay: Sounds like you saved the day with Griffin and Ben
this morning.
Gabby Dawson: [chuckles] Yeah. I love those boys, but hanging
there with Casey? It’s not exactly helping me
move on.
You know what? I have been travelling in a too
small a circle, if you know what I’m saying. The
world does not start and end at Firehouse 51.
Leslie Shay: That is so damn true.
[knocks on bathroom door]
Joe Cruz: Let’s go! I have seen you both naked a hundred times!
Just open the door, so I can take a shower!
Gabby Dawson: We really need to get out more.
Leslie Shay: Yes. Yes, we do.
cutscene
Kelly Severide: Hey.
Benny Severide: Hey.
Kelly Severide: Thanks for coming down.
Benny Severide: Thanks for calling. It’s good to see you.
Kelly Severide: You too.
Benny Severide: Could I… Could I get one of those too, please?
Woman 2 (Waiteress): Coming right up.
Benny Severide: Thank you.
Kelly Severide: Well, did you… did you talk to the guys at arson?
Benny Severide: Yeah. Yeah. As soon as Big John was on their
radar, Rowe called me.
Kelly Severide: Did you know they had him in custody? They let
him walk?
Benny Severide: Yeah. I heard that. The thing is, I’m not so sure
he’s the guy. M.O might be similar, but, uh, I
could tell him pretty well. I don’t see him having
the balls to set a car on fire right outside a
station house.
Kelly Severide: You’re wrong. All due respect, I think you’re
wrong. The guy, he-he knew me the minute he
saw me. I-he knew I was your son.
Benny Severide: Okay. Well, let me get in it with arson. See what I
can find out.
Kelly Severide: Yeah.
cutscene
Zoya: It’s good?
Joe Cruz: Perfection.
Zoya: [giggles]
Christopher Herrmann: Hey, you know Cruz is making a move on
your cousin, right?
Otis Zvonecek: Yeah. I would kick him out, but he’s the only
regular customer we have.
Gabby Dawson: Well, if it isn’t Mr. Long Island iced tea.
Jay Halstead: Mock all you want, but that drink suits this place.
Gabby Dawson: So you’re saying this place is out-dated, and we
only exist to get you drunk quick?
Jay Halstead: [laughs] No. More that, um, you’re fun and sweet
and unpretentious.
Gabby Dawson: Nice recovery.
[clears throat] There’s a scotch tasting happening
Friday night at a place in Wicker Park. Would you
want to join me?
Jay Halstead: I’d love to.
cutscene
Gabby Dawson: There was a definite hesitation before he said
yes.
Leslie Shay: But point being, he said yes.
Gabby Dawson: You should come to the tasting too. You could
bring someone.
Leslie Shay: [sighs] Calm down. I’m-I’m gonna be packing all
weekend. I-I can’t.
Gabby Dawson: Boo.
[cell phone vibrates]
Gabby Dawson: Who’s Amy R?
Leslie Shay: Oh, the, um, real estate agent I’m meeting with
tomorrow to see apartments, and I think she’s hitting
on me, but I can’t tell.
Gabby Dawson: [laughs] It’s kind of amazing how bad you are at
sussing out lesbians.
Leslie Shay: [chuckles] I know right?
[siren wails]
Man 4 (Husband): She’s in here! She’s in here!
I was in the other room, and I heard a thump.
She must have fallen down the stairs.
Leslie Shay: She’s breathing.
Gabby Dawson: Let’s get a C-collar on her and get her on the
backboard.
Did you…did you move her at all?
Man 4 (Husband): No. She was right there when I found her.
Man 5 (Brother): Oh, my God, Phoebe. What did you do to my
sister?
Man 4 (Husband): I didn’t do anything. She fell. Tell him! She fell!
Man 5 (Brother): He beats her up! Did he tell you that? He did this
to her.
Leslie Shay: Okay, sir. We gotta…
Gabby Dawson: Hey! Hey!
Man 4 (Husband): [grunts]
Gabby Dawson: (into radio) This is Ambulance 61. We need
immediate police assistance.
Man 4 (Husband): [grunts]
Leslie Shay: Hey, buddy? We can’t get your sister to the hospital
unless you stop that and move out of the way, all
right?
Gabby Dawson: He’s gonna kill him!
[sirens wailing]
Gabby Dawson: [grunts]
[vase shatters]
Leslie Shay: Oh, God.
Kevin Atwater (Police Officer): Hey!
Man 5 (Brother): [grunts]
Kevin Atwater (Police Officer): Move it.
Man 5 (Brother): [grunts & whimpers]
I told you cops he’d kill her if you didn’t stop
him.
[cries] Nobody listened!
Gabby Dawson: (into radio) Dispatch, we need a second ambo at
4042 Larrabee.
Dispatch: (over radio) Copy that 61. Second ambo en-route.
Man 5 (Brother): Please, don’t let my baby sister die!
Leslie Shay: You think that woman knew her husband was a total
scumbag before or after she married him?
Gabby Dawson: He could have pretended to be Prince Charming
for years, and she wakes up too late next to a
monster under the bridge.
Leslie Shay: Boy.
cutscene
Jeff Clarke: No, you know you are backing me into a corner here.
What happens when that…
Peter Mills: Oh, sorry to interrupt.
Jeff Clarke: Hold on. Hang on a second. I have to go in the other
room.
Peter Mills: Hey, you catch any of that? Clarke was lighting
somebody up on the phone.
Matt Casey: Personal business, I guess.
Peter Mills: I guess. Something seems off about that guy.
Matt Casey: Something besides him taking your spot on Squad?
cutscene
Christopher Herrmann: Remember, it’s not a speech. It’s a town
hall, so you have to be comfortable and
conversational to hold the audience’s
interest, and that’s where these come in.
�� They’re called key cards. They’re used
by some of the most successful public
speakers in the world.
Mouch: Key cards.
Christopher Herrmann: It’s stuff that we’ve all heard you spout
time and time again, you know, when
you’re getting yourself all worked up.
Mouch: I’d be more comfortable and-and conversational if I was
sitting.
Christopher Herrmann: Oh, well, then let’s get you a stool.
Hey! The town hall seat of choice.
Mouch: Okay. I can work with this.
Christopher Herrmann: Great. Give it a shot.
Mouch: Three man trucks.
Christopher Herrmann: And? What are your feelings about that?
Mouch: Well… only a pencil-pushing bureaucrat would think a
three-man truck is a good idea. You know, every study
they’ve done shows Search and Rescue times go right
down the toilet whenever you have fewer than five guys
on a truck. It’s common sense.
Fitness bonuses, reduced benefits – all stuff I have very
strong opinions about.
Christopher Herrmann: My brains, your face. We can take this
campaign all the way.
Mouch: [exhales]
cutscene
Matt Casey: Thanks for coming over. I really appreciate the help.
Gabby Dawson: Yeah. No problem. They’re great kids.
Matt Casey: Griffin barely ate.
Gabby Dawson: Well, I don’t blame him. He’s old enough to know
when grown-ups are hiding something from him.
He’ll be happy to get home.
Matt Casey: Good chance Friday’s my last night with him. You
want to come over for dinner? They’re a lot happier
when you’re around. We could order Chinese food,
get a movie.
Gabby Dawson: I can’t [laughs]
I can’t stay for a movie. I have a dinner thing.
Matt Casey: Oh, well… somebody has a hot date.
Gabby Dawson: Mm, no. It’s just a thing.
[doorbell rings]
Matt Casey: Hey.
Gabby Dawson: Antonio.
Antonio Dawson: I just got some bad news. Heather’s friend,
Jen… she didn’t make it.
Gabby Dawson: That’s terrible.
Antonio Dawson: Yeah, and it changes everything. Heather’s
looking at a manslaughter charge now.
cutscene
Heather Darden: Jen, uh… [chuckles] she taught me how to
roller-skate. I’ve known her since…
Matt Casey: It was an accident.
Heather Darden: [quivering] The lawyer said I’d spend the next
five to ten years in here unless I made a plea
deal.
Matt Casey: They don’t know that for sure. It was a first offense,
and you’re a single mom.
Heather Darden: I took the deal.
Matt Casey: What?
Heather Darden: I can’t risk being away from my boys for their
entire childhood.
[cries] I can’t. I pled guilty to DUI manslaughter,
which is 15 months. You know that before Andy
died, we put you in our wills as the boys’
guardian if something happened to us both.
[cries] Can you take care of Griffin and Ben
while I’m in here?
cutscene
[laughter]
Gabby Dawson: Yeah, that was a really good game.
Joe Cruz: No, for real, though. Let’s just play the game.
Matt Casey: Guys. Guys.
I, uh… I just wanted to give everybody an update on
the Darden boys. Turns out they’re gonna be living
with me for the next 15 months or so, and… The
thing is I’m gonna need some help. I, uh…
Christopher Herrmann: Say no more. We’re there.
Chief Boden: Whatever you need. They’re our boys too.
Matt Casey: Thanks.
cutscene
Christopher Herrmann: You got this, buddy. You’re no Greg
Sullivan. You’re a fireman’s fireman.
Mouch: Where’s the stool?
Christopher Herrmann: Um… Hey, you guys got any stools?
Mouch: I’m not comfortable, Herrmann.
Christopher Herrmann: Hey, take a deep breath.
[both take a deep breath]
Christopher Herrmann: You’re gonna be great.
Hey, guys! Uh, can we get your attention
over here? Just for a minute. Come on.
Mouch: Yeah, thanks. Uh… I’m Randall McHolland, and I am
running for Union president.
I’m here for, uh… to talk about some issues.
Three-man trucks.
[soda can opens]
Mouch: Three-man trucks?
Christopher Herrmann: Which studies show are far more
dangerous than five or six man trucks.
Mouch: Uh, wellness programs… dos and don’ts. Uh, do’s… and
don’ts.
Christopher Herrmann: Here, here. Try… try…
[Herrmann & Mouch murmuring]
[alarm blares]
Christopher Herrmann: Oh thank God.
(Over PA): Truck 65, Engine 118…
Firefighters: Sorry about that.
See ya.
(Over PA): … Ambulance 97. Multiple injuries.
Christopher Herrmann: Don’t worry about it. Okay? I mean, this
is just one of 98 houses in the city.
Mouch: Oh, actually now that McLeod has dropped her axe, it’s
97 and counting. I mean, who knows how many more
before she’s…
[siren wails]
Christopher Herrmann: Now you’re gonna get all worked up?
[siren wails off in background]
cutscene
Woman 3 (Amy): Bedroom has southern exposure, so it’s really
light in the mornings, which is not so great for
hangovers.
Leslie Shay: True, also not something the average realtor would
mention.
Woman 3 (Amy): Guess I’m not the average realtor.
Here, come check this out.
Built-in wine fridge.
Leslie Shay: Wow. Nice.
I have an ex-girlfriend who would have loved that.
Woman 3 (Amy): Sounds like a girl with good taste.
Leslie Shay: Not really. She ended up dumping me and going
back to her husband.
Woman 3 (Amy): Ugh, I’m gonna bet she’s regretted it every day
since.
Leslie Shay: Oh, God. I hope so.
Woman 3 (Amy): [laughs]
Leslie Shay: Yeah. You don’t have one of those, do you? A
husband?
Woman 3 (Amy): Hell, no. Not in this lifetime [laughs]
Leslie Shay: Okay.
cutscene
Kelly Severide: Hey, you’re back.
What are you doing?
Renee Royce: I went and got a, uh, a test done. That’s why I’ve
been gone. I had a, uh, one-night stand… with a
guy in Spain. I thought it would help me get over
you. It didn’t.
You were right. This baby’s not yours.
[sighs] I know how crazy this sounds, but I-I
wasn’t lying to you. And I actually convinced
myself that it was yours. It was ours.
Kelly, you’ll make a great father someday.
Kelly Severide: Ah… Renee [stammers]
Renee Royce: Good bye, Kelly.
cutscene
Leslie Shay: [exhales] Jeez. Is there anything I can do?
Kelly Severide: Honestly, I just need a place to live. Our place is
gone, right?
Leslie Shay: Yeah, but I’ve got an “in” with a-a great realtor and a
lead on a one-bedroom and a sweet three-
bedroom.
Kelly Severide: Yeah?
Leslie Shay: Yeah. We could take the three-bedroom and… find a
roommate later if we need. Sound good?
Kelly Severide: Yeah, sounds good.
Leslie Shay: All right. I’m sorry, babe.
[alarm blares & buzzes]
(Over PA): Truck 81, Squad 3, Engine 51, Ambulance 61. Building
fire, 2939 Cortland Street.
Peter Mills: That’s my restaurant.
[sirens wailing, horn honking]
Peter Mills: Ma!
Ma? Ma!
Ingrid Mills: [whimpers]
Peter Mills: You okay?
Ingrid Mills: I’m okay. We all got out, but Peter… everything’s
gone.
Peter Mills: No. No, we’re gonna save it, okay?
Hey, everybody’s out, but we got to get in there.
Chief Boden: No.
(into radio) All occupants are out of the building.
The fire is in the roof trusses. We are gonna go
defensive with master streams. Nobody enters
the building. Let’s get those water canons working.
Matt Casey: Cruz and Otis, raise the aerial.
Peter Mills: [under breath] Come on, come on…
Lt. Spellman: (into radio) Send the water!
Chief Boden: Mills.
Matt Casey: Mills!
Chief Boden: (into radio) Mills, I want you out of that building
right now. Do you understand me?
Ingrid Mills: Why-why is Peter in there alone? Wallace, you get
my boy out of there! You get him out of there!
Peter! Peter!
Chief Boden: Ingrid! We’ll get him.
(into radio) Mayday, mayday. We have a man inside.
Squad 3, go get him!
Kelly Severide: Come on.
[radio chatter]
Matt Casey: Otis, Mouch, charge the line and back us up.
Herrmann, with me.
[explosion]
Ingrid Mills: What the hell were you thinking?
Peter Mills: Dad’s medals.
Ingrid Mills: I do not need any damn medals. I need you.
Peter Mills: Ma, come on.
Chief Boden: You freelance like that, you will get yourself and
anyone else who was willing to go in after you
killed! Do you understand me?
Peter Mills: Wasn’t a kitchen fire, Chief.
[water spraying]
cutscene
Chief Boden: Ms. McLeod, what brings you here?
Gail McLeod: Chief Boden, I will be making weekly check-ins
with all the houses under my aegis, so I would like
to speak to everyone, if that’s all right. It’ll just take
a minute.
Chief Boden: Common room, ladies and gentlemen.
Gail McLeod: Thank you.
Kelly Severide: Mills. We’ll get the guy who set these fires.
Gail McLeod: This won’t take long. I just want to make sure that
we’re all on the same page, yeah?
Allowing visitors, especially children, to ride on any
of the apparatus is a serious violation of CFD
policy and a potential liability for the department.
Joe Cruz: How does she know that?
Gail McLeod: Now…
Christopher Herrmann: There’s a snitch in the house.
Gail McLeod: You can call me a killjoy if you’d like, but the
severity of this cannot be overstated.
Peter Mills: We’ve got bigger problems.
First your car. Now my restaurant.
Mouch: It doesn’t make sense.
Matt Casey: Mills wasn’t even on the job when Big John set
those first fires.
Kelly Severide: No, my-my pop’s right. It ain’t him.
It’s a firefighter.
Christopher Herrmann: What makes you so sure?
Kelly Severide: When I was looking at the dangerous building’s
map, it-it hit me that all the arsonist’s targets
were on there and in our district.
Otis Zvonecek: Except for the car and the diner.
Joe Cruz: So it’s a firefighter who’s got beef with all of us at 51?
cutscene
Ben Darden: Why can’t we go home?
Griffin Darden: I don’t know. I think… I don’t know.
Ben Darden: Where’s mom? What will happen?
Griffin Darden: I told you, I don’t know.
[knocks on door]
Matt Casey: Hey, guys. It’s… it looks like you’re gonna be living
here for a while with me.
Griffin Darden: You promised we were going home soon.
Matt Casey: That’s right, and I thought you were, but things
changed and, um, it’s gonna be this way for a while.
Ben Darden: Why can’t we go home?
Matt Casey: Because your mom isn’t there.
Griffin Darden: The kids at school said she’s in jail.
Matt Casey: She is. And I should have told you that sooner.
Ben Darden: I want to live in jail with her [cries]
I want to see my mom.
Matt Casey: Buddy, listen. You can’t live there, but, um, you can
visit. You guys can handle this.
Listen… those, uh, firefighters and paramedics at
51? Well, they’re your family too and they’re gonna
help me take good care of you guys. Okay?
Ben Darden: [sniffles]
Matt Casey: Come here, buddy.
cutscene
Jay Halstead: It’s pretty cool… being able to drink in a bar after
it’s closed.
Gabby Dawson: Grab a couple glasses, ‘cause I have a
champagne cognac in the back we are gonna
crack open.
Jay Halstead: Sounds great.
Gabby Dawson: Found it.
Jay Halstead: I can’t wait to try it.
cutscene
[background chatter, music playing]
Kelly Severide: Hey!
Kevin Hadley: [laughs] Severide. How are you, buddy?
Kelly Severide: I’m okay. Can’t complain.
Kevin Hadley: Good. Can I get you a beer?
Kelly Severide: Oh, no. I’m good. I’m good right now. Thanks.
Kevin Hadley: So what brings you around my stomping grounds?
Kelly Severide: Well, I was looking for you, actually.
Kevin Hadley: Oh, yeah?
Kelly Severide: Yeah. I was just thinking about some of the fires
we fought together. String of arsons on the
westside, barbershop, couple garages, that old
Italian restaurant on Diversey. You remember?
Kevin Hadley: Vaguely, yeah. You sure you don’t want one? I’m
gonna order another round.
Kelly Severide: Nah. I’m good, but I’ll tell you what. I got your
next round.
Kevin Hadley: So you came all the way out here just to, uh,
reminisce?
Kelly Severide: There’s been a bunch of similar fires the last
couple weeks. That’s what brought back the
memories. Reminded me you’re a damn good
firefighter.
Kevin Hadley: Yeah. I appreciate that. I do [laughs]
But I got to tell you… steady work has been pretty
hard to come by since I got pushed out of 51.
Kelly Severide: Look at me. Is that why you’re setting the fires?
Kevin Hadley: You think I’m setting the fires?
Well… I guess you better prove it.
Kelly Severide: I’m going to.
- end -
Definitions:
M.O. = Modus operandi meaning “mode of operating or working.” It is someone’s habits of working, particularly in the context of business or criminal investigations
DOC = Department of Corrections
Potable = Drinkable
Roof trusses = Roof trusses create a roof’s frame. They determine the shape of the roof and ceiling, while providing support for the roof.
Aegis = Protection; Controlling or conditioning influence
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We Didn’t Start
@theincaprincess you requested We Didn’t Start the Fire by Billy Joel, and here it is. :D
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“What are you wearing?” Your three week more than friend not quite boyfriend Mark chuckled out as you stepped out of the guest room of his two story mansion in LA. It was a twelve hour flight post connections when his private jet hit a couple storms you ended up having to finish the ride on a bus from the airport his supposed driver crew couldn’t find a clear path to around traffic.
“You said we were going to eat at your friend’s place.”
He chuckled again, “Seriously? That’s what you wear to get high in?” He asked with a shrug shifting his ratty hooded jersey over his sweats partially covering his thousand dollar designer sneakers. “Whatever floats your boat. We can take the jag, it’ll match your crimson.”
Lifting a finger you asked, “Get high?”
He nodded, “Ya, I’m traveling most of the year so when it’s me and the boys we light one up and just chill. Sean said he was bringing Linda so I thought you two could giggle out some girl talk between some passes.”
“I don’t do high.” You replied feeling the final tether of his supposed almost romance weekend that you had primped for when you are not normally a primper just to try and have this go better than your last disaster strong of dates.
“What do you mean? Just kick back have some fun.”
“That’s not fun for me. Do not tell me you flew me all the way out here so I could watch you and your buddies smoke a joint.”
“It’s what I do to chill, look I don’t need this.” He said swatting his hand on the air then pointed towards the door, “I’m going, you coming?”
“No.” You said halfway stunned in his demeanor and smooth stroll to the garage making you roll your eyes in his leaving your sight and turn back to your borrowed room.
The car fired up and peeled out of the drive and you muttered in pulling your phone from your clutch, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck you very much Mark for this colossal waste of time you giant string bean pot smoking half assed flashy head up his ass-,”
Across the screen your uncle’s contact page was pulled up and the number was dialing as you lifted the phone to your ear. “Gum ball, how are you sugar? Thought you were on a date.”
“Ugh,” you replied and his posture went rigid knowing how furious you were from your tone.
“How bad?”
“Twelve hours it took to fly out here, and all so he can invite me not to a dinner but to get high with him and his friends!”
“Where are you? Is he still there?”
“I said I wasn’t going to smoke with him so he left.”
“Give me his address I’ll have Benny pick you up. Our hotel is full but my buddy Reggie always has a room on standby. I’ll call you back gum ball. Just hang tight and try not to commit arson.”
“But it’s all so flammable,” you sighed out making him smirk in hanging up and you sat on the bed. Muttering, “Fuck you mark,” as you blocked his number on your phone you set on your lap starting to go through the ten pictures you had together in passing meetings at various hotels and events for work. Each one adding stickers of various characters from films into each one to blot him out.
A distant doorbell had you standing after your phone lit up with a message from your uncle that Benny had said he’d arrived at the house. Another drive later, post locking of his door you should have drawn a very insulting doodle or something to really get the point across that he should just drop dead after losing your number, and you were pulling up to one of the fanciest hotels you had seen in your life. Well beyond your budget that you had planned for a tiny bit of splurging on yourself but at the desk Reggie was there to enforce the fact that this was all on the house. The spacious hotel room complete with living and dining room off a tiny corner kitchen.
Still irritated beyond belief you decided some food would help. So off you went to search for food. On the street full of places to eat you would think that you might be able to get something to eat. However you would be wrong.
.
Tapping a fingernail to the side of the glass your screwdriver you were nursing after having finished two to the tune of Tiny Dancer at the bar waiting for an availability in the half empty building claiming to sell food. Another sip of your drink later and a large body tried to slide between the stools bolted to the floor to get the attention of the bartender across the way trying to get the number of the blonde model on the other end of the bar trying to score something ‘fun’ of her own to take home. “I think you might need a D cup to get his attention.” You said in lifting your glass turning his head to look you over.
Forcing yourself to keep from chocking on your drink when you realized it was Jason Momoa now sitting down in the stool beside you sighing as the women across the way started to flash him smirks and finger waves even though his wedding ring was sparkling away on his left hand in clear view. “Can I say one thing? Completely respectfully?” His head shifted to catch your purple eyes that had his head turning more, “I have to say, your wife is stunning.” That had the stunned actor grinning widely as you looked forward again, repeating, “stunning.” You fell silent again and his grinning self looked to the bartender again only to nearly scowl seeing him turning more to lean fully across the bar to touch the woman’s necklace he was complimenting.
Grumbling back he replied, “I take it your date’s on the way.”
Lowering the glass you gave a rapid giggle making his brow arch up in his inspection of your clearly date ready appearance in prime date hours. “Trust me, I don’t want to spoil your night. I didn’t want to spoil mine, but clearly,” you said with hand gesturing at yourself cross legged on the tall stool trying to keep staring ahead and not at the reflection of the group of actors coming to join Jason. “You keep having a lovely night, one of us should.” You sighed out and his gaze shifted to his friends approaching him wondering who had distracted their friend from seeing if they could order some bottles of their wine to go.
Will Smith came over alongside Henry Cavill, Margot Robbie and Gal Gadot from a fan event for the films they were promoting. The first in line, Will, asked with a smirk, “Did you forget the wine buddy?”
Jason gestured to the bartender and you repeated, “He doesn’t have double d’s.”
Gal giggled and Margot asked looking you over noticing you were on at least your second drink, “Were you stood up honey?”
In a glance at her you shook your head and said softly, “Apparently there’s no room. I’m on the list.”
Gal slid a bowl of nuts closer from in front of a distracted man behind her, “Maybe you should eat,”
You shook your head, “Allergic.” Back away from you she nudged the bowl and your eyes landed on Will to say, “Jada has fantastic legs.”
Instantly he smiled at you and Jason said, “My new friend here says my wife is stunning as well.”
“So stunning,” You muttered again turning your glass in a partial circle. “The both of you, wow, you have reached wow level.” Making the pair of women grin and than you complimenting you in return.
“Thank you, Apparently I’m not dressed for fun-,” you muttered out tapping your nail on the glass again you really wanted to throw at the bartender still bothering the woman across the bar.
Henry asked, “So no date then? I mean, you look, like you’re ready for a date.”
You shook your head and Jason said, “Apparently it would spoil our nights to know what happened.”
Margot asked with a pat on your hand resting on the bar, “Come on, tell us,” nodding her head to the bar, “We got time.”
Gal said, “Yes, I highly doubt you could spoil our night at all.”
“Mark,” you stated making the men’s brows inch up and the ladies settle onto the stools to your left leaning on the bar to settle in for the clear rollercoaster ahead giving Henry a clear view of you on the end of the bar to the right of Will and his creeping smirk. “I got invited out to spend the weekend out here, I’ve spent the past five months in mud and muck through storm after storm in my latest job off in Scotland, Ireland and Norway, pretty much anywhere you can find a body’s worth of mud and surprise sink holes to get stuck in for some body tearing Viking style battle cinematic master-, anyways, Mark calls me up. We’ve been talking online and texting for months now since we met back when he was supposed to do some slam, or something basketball charity related. Back and forth phone tag then three weeks back he passes over his schedule so we have a bite when we are in the same airport. Not even my boyfriend yet, never even brought up the word yet.
Will, “Mmm,” shaking his head, “Player.”
“What I thought, but hey, all my friends said, get back on the horse, so, date wouldn’t hurt. He calls me, ‘I’ll fly you out to my place up in the hills, come out, meet the guys they’ve been dying to meet my girl’,”
Will, “Girl’s a bad sign,”
“Again, horse.” You inhaled then said patting your hand on the bar, “Twelve hours, on a private jet-, I flew from Texas, twelve, hours,”
The men bit their lips to keep from chuckling at your momentary glare of into the distance and Gal asked, “How?”
“I don’t know, storm here, freak alarm going off, ended the trip with a bus ride that I could have just taken myself from the start and gotten there faster no doubt. Then there’s too much traffic to send a driver because he’s out running drills.”
Will, “Asshole,”
“I gets bigger,” I get there, huge place, grand tour, shows me the guest room says to go pamper myself after the long trip, apologies galore.” Again you tapped your fingers on the counter making Jason smirk behind you, “I took a shower, I blow dried my hair-,”
They eyed your full head of curls perfectly shaped into an elegant bun, and Will said along with Henry, “Oh no,”
“Oh yes, 45 minutes to just dry it, and that towel dry hair having head up his ass ball player is on the other side of the door in a ratty hooded jersey, sweats and his thousand dollar sneakers saying I’m not dressed for fun!”
Will’s mouth dropped open and Henry said, “Idiot,” while Margo said, “Screw him!” to Gal’s shaking her head, “Imbecile.”
“This,” you lifted your hands to do air quotes, “’dinner’, he invited me to with his friends wasn’t a dinner. His idea of fun is hanging out and lighting one up with his ‘boys’.”
Will shook his head, “Dumb ass.”
Pointing at your foot you stuck out you said, “I put on my look at my ass heels, I went strapless so I have a corset on, I had my brows shaped day before yesterday…That burns. Less than waxing, but still-,”
Margot patted your hand, “Guys just don’t get it,”
“I said I don’t smoke and he left me there. I call my uncle, he’s got no room but Reggie does, and Reggie said there’s places to eat all around the hotel, which I would assume at first glance one could theoretically eat here but then two hours later I’m still hungry and,” sharply you whistled sliding two fingers between your maroon stained lips turning the bartender, “Come here before I drag you over here.” Jason chuckled as you pointed at him, “You might not have a rack but you know you can’t ignore those eyes.”
The man hurried over and in a lifting tip of your drink to the woman mouthing a thanks in her dart away the bartender asked the group, “What can I get you?”
Jason said, “We were wondering if we could get three bottles of x to go?”
The man nodded, “Of course, right away,”
Then he glanced at Will as he said, “My man,” the man nodded in Will’s lean in, “If a woman leans away when you are talking to her, it means go away.” He nodded again and hurried off to get the wine and you finished off the watered down remainder of the drink.
Setting the drink down you said, “You know what, fuck this place, I can have a deep dish stuffed crust pizza at my room in half an hour guaranteed.” Turning on the stool the ladies straightened up as you added, “And I am ordering so many of those cookie cake pie things,” In a surprisingly graceful slide off the stool you added, “Breadsticks,” eyeing an order being taken to a table with a huge pasta dish, so many breadsticks.” Glancing over the group you said, “Have a lovely night,” pointing at Jason you said, “Stunning,” then to Will, “Fabulous legs, don’t forget that those lovely ladies could have pick of the pack.” Your eyes shifted to Henry saying, “I’m not sure if you’re married but I’m certain your mother must be gorgeous,”
Blushing in a slightly bashful grin after having eyed your full tempting self now upright, “Thank you.”
You nodded, “You are very much welcome, enjoy your wine,” looking to the ladies, “Ladies, you were phenomenal, and as I am lady crush tipsy I am gonna go, and summon some food.” Turned around you muttered, “Why would I ever think to find it here?”
Halfway to the door Margot followed you saying, “Tipsy and alone, she needs a pack,” Gal nodded and Jason said, “I’ll catch up,” Eyeing the man returning with the wine in a bag Jason pulled out his wallet as Will did the same to split the cost and hurry to join the group now gathered around you at the door.
“Hey,” you said to Gal in the loop of her arm around yours before your smirk to Margot when she did the same on your other side, “Headed my way?”
“Yes we are,” she answered back with a smirk of her own as you somehow steadily in a confident stroll to the left led the way to your hotel.
Just twenty feet away the wine wielding pair trotted up through the cameras snapping pictures of you all, a fact somehow absent from your focus while you eyed the next eatery on the block sighing out, “I bet they wouldn’t feed anyone either.”
Jason chuckled noticing Henry’s second inspection of your alluring figure strolling in front of him and asked, “Which hotel are you in?”
“Just up here, Reggie’s place.”
Will’s brows inched up as he asked, “Your friend owns Y?”
In a nod you glanced back at him, “Been in the family.”
Will, “I’ll say. How could they not feed you?”
You shrugged and said, “Maybe they know the seams in my thighs on my leather pants at work splitting. Revenge for how hard the wardrobe crew had to work just on me for five months.”
Gal, “Your thighs are fabulous.”
Tilting your head her way you said making her grin creep wider, “Oh I know that, but they do love to be meddlesome with my pants.”
Margot giggled and said, “It’s always the inseams.”
“Always,” Henry stated in Jason’s poke on his side making him look at his friend with brows lifted and a confused shrug only making the men beside him smirk at their single friend admiring their tipsy new friend they were escorting back.
Up into the lobby that’s doors were opened for you all by eager doormen nodding your way as you said, “Roger, Henry, snazzy as ever.”
“Welcome back Miss Pear.” Then greeted each of the group also staying here.
Straight to the elevator you went waving at Reggie behind the counter who had waved at you assuming you had a lovely time and made some new friends. Once inside you said, “What floor are you on?”
They all gave different numbers and Henry punched them in along with yours in the middle floors compared to their upper floor rooms and suites. Curiously Jason asked, “Pear? Interesting name, where did that come from?”
“Well, my first week in drama school and this group of guys was naming girls by the shape of their ass,” that had the men’s grins flinch and bodies shift instantly, “I walk by,” you bobbed your head, “How’s it going, Pear?” You tilted your head to the side, “I said that’s Miss Pear to you. Apparently in front of three of my professors, who spread the word to the others that that was my new name. Wanted to make a name for myself an, I certainly did.”
Gal, “I want to slap the guy in that but good for you.”
You shrugged, “They’re gonna stare, make up nicknames, why not take the power from them, besides, when I reach Dame Maggie Smith’ age I will have a lovely story to remind all the young whipper snappers about just how lovely my ass was they put the shape of it up in lights.” Jason started laughing smoothing a hand over his eyes as Will did the same in your stroll to the opening doors, flashing them a grin you said, “If you find the urge for some breadsticks or cookies I’m in room #, no promises on the pizza. Nighty night.” Henry simply chuckled and memorized the number he’d have a nice breakfast sent to in the morning to keep any hangovers away while debating himself if flowers or a fruit arrangement would be too much to add to the mix.
Humming to yourself Tiny Dancer you pulled out your phone from your clutch attached to the chord you’d wrapped around your wrist along with your room key once the doors closed behind you the first thing you did was open your pizza app to find the closest location. Hoping that the location would encourage them to assume you were a bigger name than you were, and that the hefty tip you would give might ease the sting of the disappointed delivery man. A swipe of the card and you bumped the door closed behind you post slip inside, locking the bolt once it closed out of habit when traveling alone. Straight to your couch you went filling the order you paid for and sent off with confirmation email received of payment and that your order was being prepped.
Turning on the tv your eyes dropped to your brother’s face popping up on your phone in a picture of him making a face and holding a gun at a teacup and saucer from one of your favorite shows he had been in. After a few moments of your bopping along to his ring tone of ‘We Didn’t Start the Fire,’ you answered the call. “Bunny!” Through the line once you decided to answer and break his wait and not make him sit through the whole song that you could just listen to later.
“Hey Benny.”
“I heard you got stranded in LA? Uncle’s looking after you right?”
“Ya, he got me in Reggie’s place,”
At that he sighed in relief, “I’m so sorry, I just got off a full day flight and I would have arranged something had I known.”
“I know.”
“Mummy called.”
“I figured,”
“You are alright?” he asked in a concerned tone dropping his own bag on top of his hotel bed he plopped onto to remove his shoes putting you on speaker.
“I will be once I eat something. Honestly, two hours at a bar in a so called restaurant and nothing, reduced to my pizza app.”
Firmly he replied, “Put them on!”
You giggled, “I’m back at the hotel,”
He scoffed, “Nobody makes my CumberBunny go hungry! What’s the name?”
You giggled again, “I don’t need to sick a dragon on them Benny.”
“Two hours, you said two, and just who is this Arse who left you to go smoke with his reject friends?!”
“Just some guy named Mark, I blocked his number.”
“I’ll do more than block his number he tries to speak to my baby sister again!” Wider your smile crept as he ranted on about what he would do to the man once he found him and all his bigger friends he would bring with him glad to help in defending your honor. Questions of your plans for the mini trip paused for you to collect your food and tip the man there who instantly froze and called you by one of your character’s names and accepted an autograph you were glad to give before heading in to lift the phone again.
A wiggle out of your dress and into a baggy sweater and some shorts while the food cooled a bit and you unraveled your hair letting it hang in a loose braid you wove it into so it wouldn’t get into your food but freed the curls to expand to their usual unruly selves. Your table was covered and muting the show you had chosen you chatted until he had to head in for his interview he had flown out for. Promises to text you the following day came with shared sentiments of being eager to start work on the detective mini series you would be sharing the screen in since your last time when you were still little and an extra in a period piece he was in.
We didn't start the fire
It was always burning
Since the world's been turning
We didn't start the fire
But when we are gone
Will it still burn on, and on, and on, and on
On your feet between bites of your pizza dancing along to the song playing on your phone with arms swaying and snaking around you awkwardly between bops of your hips you sang along feeling your mood a million times lighter after talking to your brother and the rich spread on your table.
We didn't start the fire
It was always burning
Since the world's been turning
We didn't start the fire
No we didn't light it
But we tried to fight it
Buzzing from your phone had you grumbling at the interruption to your jam. Lifting the phone you paused the song and smirked at following the notice bubble to one of your social pages saying that the group was now following you. Tagging their pages you snapped a picture of spread and typed, “Hello Lovelies. Since they wouldn’t seat me here I go. Offer’s still good on sharing.”
Once changed Margot did come down alongside Henry and Jason, who smiled seeing you grinning in seeing his wife Lisa with him fresh from a nap allowing him the public meal while she ate in the room enjoying her favorite show. Will came down later sharing his wife thanked you for the compliment and the now comfy jean and t shirt clad men settled with Margot in her pajamas saying Gal was upstairs sleeping for her early flight. Random pictures and empty boxes later and Jason’s head was tilted in your plop onto the couch after hugging Margot good night. Lisa followed his and Henry’s intense stares to ask the unspoken question, “Is that a boot print on your thigh?”
Turning your head you angled onto your side contorting in an arch twisting your leg behind you only to roll back onto your back propping up your legs again, “Yup. Should have seen it last week, sore as hell.”
Her brows pressed together, “You have a boot print, on your thigh.”
Inhaling sharply you said to Jason, “You know some fight moves, you can do this. My last fight scene, he’s my buddy, we’re fighting other people. He’s firing off arrows and then hears a guy creeping up on my blind spot while I am throwing daggers,” behind Jason while he glanced over his shoulder you demonstrated, “He’s supposed to kick a lever right here,” waving your hand at your side and you lifted your foot faking a kick to press into the back of his leg showing how you’d gotten the downwards boot print on your thigh, “But he missed. Oh it was bad, knee gave out, I squeaked, he started crying, it was a day after that. He’d already dislocated his shoulder falling off his horse twice and two more of the stunt guys fell through a wall, just one of those domino days.”
Will, “Looks bad.”
“Had worse. Just a bruise. Few days and I’ll be back to my marshmallowy self.”
Will popped out first with a call from home and Jason and Lisa slipped out at a reminder for their flight both hugging you leaving just Henry in his slip into your bathroom. Perhaps it was planned, and he did need a moment to gather his nerve for the move he was planning. Wetting his lips he left the bathroom smoothing his shirt down over his middle joining you in the living room. “Just me then,” he chuckled out making you grin at him from the arm of the couch you were sitting on.
“Did you want to be my friend?” His brows inched up and you said, “You mentioned pokemon go earlier,”
“Yes,” he answered with a grin bringing out his phone trying to push through his body’s urge to blush at mistaking your meaning of the question as he copied down your code to add you. The Magikarp hat and short short wearing figure made him smirk as you inspected his simple Eevie cap and all black pant and flannel shirt combo with finger gloves. The only paid accessory being his Gengar backpack. “I know my guy needs some wardrobe work, I’d just rather go play than spend hours in the shops like my nephew wants to on his.”
“Well, expect ample gifts from me.”
“Good. How long are you in town?”
“Well seeing as I was flown out here on a private jet I actually have to book a ticket back. I happen to be off work for a few weeks, but I could push it maybe, three days before I get bored of pizza.”
“I am leaving Tuesday, how about this, tomorrow I can show you a nice trail for a hike and we can stop for lunch after. I am busy for dinner with another event, the following night however I am free.”
“Is that an either or situation, or are you asking me to a hiking lunch and a dinner?”
“Both, If you’d like. And I promise, no waiting at the bar, and I will fully appreciate the effort you put into dressing up or down for both occasions.”
His hopeful grin crept out in your amused smirk, “Alright, you’ve sold me on both. And you’ve stepped back so I’ll let you make your escape.” You said standing to walk him to the door making him regret shifting his weight at all. Leaning against the wall there however at his lingering gaze over you the words just flowed out of you, “You’re lucky you’re all the way up there or you’d be in trouble with that grin of yours.”
Playfully he rumbled back, leaning forward with his hands crossed behind his back, “Oh really? And just what danger would I face down here?”
“I may just steal something you’d have to normally earn.”
Smirking at you he asked, “That would be?” The words tapered off at your lean in and lips planting on his. He wanted to lean in and deepen the kiss but he could taste the hint of liquor lingering on your lips and he had to wait to claim another. Only you beat him to that adding a second quicker peck and leaned back making his hands split apart to trail his fingertips across the bottom of your jaw in a clearly welcomed lean in. After a tender press of his lips to your cheek he hummed when his eyes caught yours, “Sleep well, be by at nine to fetch you for the hike, Miss Bunny.”
Through the door he walked and you sighed on the other side of the closed barrier mumbling to yourself, “I’m going hiking with Henry Cavill…Did not see that coming.” Locking the bolt on the door you turned for the tv you shut off only to turn on the one in your bedroom bringing a bottle of water to finish off hoping to stave off a hangover only to fall asleep with phone charging by your bed.
.
Knocks on your door had you groggily lifting your head from your pillow. To the door you walked palming your phone as your brother asked you to do when you were younger just in case you’d need it to call for help. “Room service,” sounded through the wood and you repeated the words to yourself in a whisper wondering if Reggie had sent it up only to open the door and let the man in to set it out on the table with another man entering with a bouquet of roses and lilies in a small vase. Grinning at it when the pair had left you found the small card that between your fingers was eased open revealing the simple note,
‘Good Morning Sunshine,
Hope you like pancakes.
H’
“Hope you like pancakes,” you whispered to yourself smirking like an idiot, “Who doesn’t like pancakes?” Settling down into your seat you snapped a picture of the food and flowers nipping at your lip as you typed a message to your brother, ‘Henry sent me flowers and breakfast!’
The smiley face at the end of the message had your brother halfway across the world narrowing his eyes at the message and scrolling to his social page to tag Henry’s page simply writing, ‘I see you Superman.’ Just that tiny hinting at ominous message out of the blue had notifications racking up like wildfire and once he managed to cross paths with the bulky Brit oh the interrogation he would unleash on him for his intentions. A hike seemed innocent enough but he would be paying close attention for your responses to everything, especially after your dinner he had asked you to the following night.
.
A second knock came and you opened the door flashing a grin to the man you soberly recalled having kissed already even before the decided mini dates who was smiling at you brightly with a hint of anxiety to his posture and fidgeting fingers around the water bottles in his hands. “Thank you, for breakfast and the flowers.”
“Well I couldn’t take you out hiking without a proper breakfast. The flowers weren’t too much?”
You shook your head replying in a step into the hall allowing him to look you over in your Capri khaki’s and a loose t shirt and sneakers in neon matching your mismatched socks. “Not at all. Can’t say I’ve had a guy send me flowers outside of family or my brother’s friends.”
Extending his hand he passed you one of the water bottles that you accepted and joined him for the walk down to his rental car for the out of the way drive to an incredible hiking path ending in a wide loop around to a small diner perfect for a cozy lunch. Driving back he shared about the event he was off to for a charity keeping him from a second night with you in a row. All the press was listing your time with your new band of friends and somehow the innocent hike was taken as just that, two active celebs off to keep fit on scenic trail. Where Henry on one story was said to be missing his dog Kal making you giggle at the picture added only emphasizing how small you were compared to him.
*
Sighing in his entrance to the building past the line of cameras Henry glanced around and got to milling about with familiar faces through the displays up for auction before he went to find his seat. The auction went well and in the next stream of milling about through the entertainment portion of the night he leaned back in his chair wondering if he should send another breakfast your way or possibly pick up some cookies or something to bring for a possible dessert to share with you before heading up to bed.
Into the seat beside him Martin Freeman who flashed him a wide grin, “Henry, hello, enjoying the night?”
Tentatively he paused then replied, “Yes, are you?”
Martin tilted his head a moment, “Yes, even more so that I was able to find a seat near you open.”
“Really?” he asked in a slightly confused tone.
“I heard you sent Bunny Pear flowers.”
Henry’s brow twitched up a moment and he slid his hands higher on his legs asking, “How?”
“From her brother.”
“Her, brother. She told her brother?”
Martin nodded, “Yup, after hearing about her disaster start of a trip out here relatives were trying to see how they could fix it. What did you have planned next?” Through sharing the dinner plans for the following night he kept wondering just who your brother might be that he had such famous friends and Simon Pegg came to join in on the questioning including what his schedule was like in a few weeks or months and where he might be headed to next.
“Would it be too much to drop by with cookies after this?” Henry asked unable to keep the question to himself any longer.
Simon’s grin split wider saying, “Oranges,” Henry’s brow ticked up, “Take her some oranges, but you have to make it seem like you already had them for yourself. Always likes oranges but like some people share ice cream or popcorn she likes to share fruit.”
Martin said, “Partly her brother’s fault, used to bring over heaps of it with friends to visit her at home between jobs.”
Simon nodded, “Showed up at my place with a whole tub of melon slices she’d cut up. Sort of endearing really to be picked.” Questions lingered through the bit of the entertainment until the real owners of the seats around him came back and they all sat through the rest of the planned events and headed out.
.
One knock later and your door was opened again finding Henry holding up a bag of oranges, grinning as he said, “I bought too many. Up to help me out?”
Smirking up at him you asked, “Who ambushed you?”
He shrugged and said, “Why would ambush be your first thought?”
Nodding with a momentary purse of your lips you stepped aside letting him pass, “You’ll see.” Oranges led to cuddling and a timid string of kisses until a commercial especially loud had him checking the time.
Shirtless in an accepted sharing of your spacious bed brought on a sunrise triggered good morning kiss making you smirk as he asked, “How do you like a good scramble?” Turning your head you let out a sleepy giggle seeing him dialing for room service and drifted off into another nap he nestled up around you until the food arrived.
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It was a lovely weekend, but work called and home you went while he was off for another. But with a spot on a detective mini series off to England he went, excited for the new project but mainly to be closer to you and this new job of your own. Not till the night before set table read did he realize on his freshly delivered script that your name was on it instantly splitting a wide smile across his face. Everyone was busy and still with just a couple dates under his belt timidly he joined the crowd refraining from charging across the room to claim a fiery kiss surely making the wrong sort of scene for his first day on this project. Turning his eyes from you through the crowd he flinched back a half step seeing Benedict Cumberbatch right next to him with his eyes narrowed, “Hello Henry.”
“Hello,” Benedict at the last few actors claiming their spots turned to head around the tables to claim the seat beside you leaving poor confused Henry to take his seat across from you flashing you a wave you returned across the way.
Halfway through however just before lunch break one of the producers sighed as the plot ebbed away from their hopeful choice of having yours and Benedict’s characters spending the night together after the continued snarky bickering relationship they would have. “And you’re still adamant you won’t do even a kiss scene together?”
You and Benedict pointed at one another, you said, “Brother,” while he said, “Sister.” The revelation washed over the woman realizing how you both slipped into the relationship so well and you already had such a good rapport. And Henry eyed the pair of you understanding the Superman post the other day and the publicly close group of friends coming to talk to him about you. Though with a family like yours he had to wonder why you didn’t use your real last name.
Beginning from small bit roles into the classic period pieces building your strong footing until your big cash film when you had claimed last minute a male’s role in a film on a football club that you with your old teammates and competitors from your Uni days just tore a hole in the planned plays to make it all the more phenomenal as you held one of the most heart wrenching story arcs void of the usual female traps in scripts. Jokes were added hinting that you were supposed to be cast as a guy while the overall lack of care for who was meant to be Billy in the first place only added to your roles after. Strong roles bordering on ambiguous when it came to gender as you bridged the gap between the bulky guys around you and the most emotional of the women filling their trap filled roles to the T. You made it here somehow without letting on the pair of you were related to the public.
The pride swelling in Henry’s chest compounded the more he looked at you building his anticipation to see just how this project would go and if there might be a spark between you and him woven into the script. Another pair of eyes landed on him and in meeting them that pride in his chest clenched realizing your narrow eyed brother was staring right back at him. Leaving just one thought in his mind, Holy Hell, he’s her brother. He might just get his wish for the on screen addition to their romance, but big brother would be watching.
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CHICAGO FIRE – FIREWORKS (S01E18)
[car door shuts]
Gabby Dawson: Hey, Chief. I just thought I’d… catch you before
shift started.
Chief Boden: You caught me.
Gabby Dawson: Uh, good morning, first of all.
Chief Boden: Morning.
Gabby Dawson: So obviously I heard what I heard last night. And I
guess I’m just trying to figure out what to do about
it now that it’s kind of out in the open.
Chief Boden: It’s not out in the open.
Gabby Dawson: Well, I mean it’s out in the open for me, because I
don’t know if you’re aware or not, but Pete and I
are dating.
Chief Boden: I’m aware.
Gabby Dawson: So you may also be aware that Pete’s become
increasingly convinced that people are keeping
secrets from him about his dad, vis à vis…
Are you gonna tell him what’s going on before he
hears it from Kelly’s dad?
Chief Boden: Benny Severide is not gonna be coming around 51
anymore.
Gabby Dawson: Still, Pete is gonna keep digging until he finds out.
Chief Boden: Gabby, your dogged inquisitiveness…is one of the
qualities that makes you such an effective paramedic.
But it is of no use to you in this matter, which is a
private one.
If you care about Mills like I think you do… drop it.
I’ll see you back at the house.
cutscene
[food sizzling in pan]
Benny Severide: Hey.
Kelly Severide: Morning.
Benny Severide: Morning. We got scrapple and we got eggs.
Grab a seat. There you go.
Kelly Severide: Thanks.
Benny Severide: So, um… Whoritsky’s offered me a teaching post,
and I’m-I’m thinking about doing it. Figured I
could come down and see you ever couple
weeks, hang out. What do you think?
Kelly Severide: Sounds good.
Benny Severide: Will probably have to spend one more shift at the
house. Kind of re-familiarise myself with a couple
of things. So why don’t you tell Boden I’ll be there
about noon.
Kelly Severide: What the hell’s going on with you and Boden?
Benny Severide: Look, Wally and me, we go way back. He and I,
one minute we’re at each other’s throats and-and
the next I’m helping to put a new deck on his
house, okay? This is nothing new.
Look, I promise you, I-I’ll be a choir boy, okay?
A mute choir boy.
cutscene
Chief Boden: Keep that 2 ½ on the roof line. I don’t want a flare-up
spreading to other buildings.
Kelly Severide: Oh, hey, sir, sir. You’re gonna want to stand back,
okay?
Man 1 (Owner): It’s my restaurant, are-are my employees safe?
Kelly Severide: (into radio) Hey, Casey, you got a search status?
Matt Casey: (into radio) Building’s clear, just opening up the ceiling.
Pop a couple of these tiles.
[tiles breaking]
Kelly Severide: Building was empty, your people are out.
Man 1 (Owner): Son of a bitch said I’d pay. I never thought he’d go
this far.
Kelly Severide: Yeah?
Man 1 (Owner): Ten years without a grease fire. I opened four
restaurants in the union, suddenly he sees money.
I refused to sign. They send this thug!
Kelly Severide: Sounds like you’re gonna want to talk to CPD.
Man 1 (Owner): What good would that do? This guy’s not gonna
stop until I’m-I’m ruined or dead.
Lady 1 (Owner’s Wife): [sobbing]
Matt Casey: (into radio) Okay, Chief, we’re almost done. Send in
engine for the wash down.
[ceiling crashing]
Firefighter: Whoa!
Joe Cruz: Casey!
- title -
Peter Mills: Lieutenant!
Joe Cruz: Mills, get out of here!
[grunts]
[glass shattering]
Joe Cruz: [groans]
Chief Boden: Hit him with the hose!
Joe Cruz: Come on!
[water spraying]
Joe Cruz: Lieutenant!
Matt Casey: [grunts] I’m okay [pants]
Thanks, Cruz.
[water spraying]
Matt Casey: Seriously, it’s fine. It didn’t burn through my gear.
Leslie Shay: Then what’s this?
Matt Casey: Ow.
Gabby Dawson: Hold still. It’s just a first-degree burn.
Will you give me that bandage?
Couple more seconds of whatever that was that
dumped down on you, it wouldn’t have stopped
at the jacket.
Leslie Shay: [sighs] It smells like fuel.
Otis Zvonecek: That’s ‘cause it was. Homemade gasoline fire
bombs in the ceiling.
Lady 1 (Owner’s Wife): [sobbing]
cutscene
Matt Casey: Back door was kicked in. It’s not like whoever did it
was making an attempt to hide it was arson.
Man 2 (James Whoritsky): CPD said they’d back seat to my office
on this one.
Kelly Severide: On that union rep who was threatened by the owner
of the diner?
Man 2 (James Whoritsky): Yeah, your owner, Stuart Tuxhorn, filed a
complaint against a, uh, Lou Krinsky
last month. We’re checking it out, but
with a case like this, the evidence is
circumstantial at best.
Kelly Severide: [chuckles] Yeah.
Man 2 (James Whoritsky): Did I say something funny?
Kelly Severide: Yeah, this union guy, if he’s connected to city
politics, you can’t tell me that someone isn’t
already trying to get this buried.
Chief Boden: Look, we’re good here. Just keep us posted.
Kelly Severide: Can I talk to you a sec?
My old man wants to come by the house again.
Chief Boden: Kelly, I don’t think that’s a good idea.
[door closes]
Kelly Severide: Whatever business you guys got, that’s your
business. But he said he’ll be a choir boy and
it’s-it’s one more shift.
Chief Boden: Here’s the deal, Kelly. I don’t know what your dad
has told you…
Kelly Severide: He hasn’t told me dick.
Chief Boden: Some guys when they retire and they come back
around the job, for some reason, they gotta tear
it down. I’m no psychologist, but your dad, he’s
always been really adept at tearing things down.
So that he’s the only one left standing. He has a
take on how Peter Mills’ father died, and it’s
untrue. And that would hurt Pete if that were
thrown in his face. I will not allow your father to
do it. So it would be in everybody’s best interest
if you were to meet your father in another house.
So… you can tell him. Or I could tell him.
[cell phone rings]
Benny Severide: Hey.
Kelly Severide: Hey. Uh, my buddy Jason Baseden over at Squad
One, you remember him?
Benny Severide: Yeah, sure, I remember Jason.
Kelly Severide: Well, he heard you were in town and he was…he
was…he was, like, “get your old man over here!”
It’s a newer house, all the latest bells and whistles
and I can stop by later if we don’t get a call. So…
so stop over there, okay? Jason’s expecting you.
Benny Severide: Yeah, sure, of course. No problem.
cutscene
Gabby Dawson: Hey.
Peter Mills: Hey. Um, hey, don’t be jealous, but, uh, Dolores down
at the records department of the academy… I sent her
a gift basket of cookies and brownies, just trying to
butter her up to try and get information on the fire my
dad died in, and… it worked. She sent me over the
Battalion Chief’s original report. And I am starting to
see why Boden and Kelly’s dad don’t want to talk
about it. Two firefighters dying and the other
fire-fighter’s wife was pregnant with her first child.
Gabby Dawson: Tough to relive through, you know?
Peter Mills: Yeah.
Well, Dolores is still searching, she’s gonna send me
anything that she finds.
cutscene
Joe Cruz: [growls]
[dog growling]
Leslie Shay: Hey, guys, what does ‘ebullient’ mean again?
Joe Cruz: No idea.
Mouch: Bull-like. To resemble a bull.
Otis Zvonecek: Means cheerful and energetic.
Mouch: Or that.
Leslie Shay: All right, thanks.
Otis Zvonecek: Why?
Leslie Shay: One of these guys used it to describe himself.
Matt Casey: Any guy that describes himself as ebullient, you don’t
want his sperm.
Leslie Shay: Yeah, right. Thanks.
Mouch: How much longer you gonna be on this donor kick?
Leslie Shay: Until I find the right guy.
Mouch: And you can just look at ‘em on your computer.
Leslie Shay: Mmhmm, like I’m doing right now. Correct.
Mouch: I admire your gumption. Most other people would, you
know, keep that behind closed doors.
Leslie Shay: Every time Cindy gets pregnant, Herrmann plasters her
sonogram images all over the fridge. And what? I’m
supposed to hide in a corner?
Mouch: I said I admire your gumption.
[phone vibrates]
Leslie Shay: Well, thanks.
Matt Casey: Hey Heather.
Heather Darden: I was in the neighbourhood.
Matt Casey: Great.
Heather Darden: Hey, um, did you notice an earring in your truck?
I’m missing one.
Matt Casey: Uh, I didn’t see it, but I can… I can take a look.
Heather Darden: Thank you.
�� Oh and by the way, Saturday the kids are staying
with my parents and I was planning on having
dinner with one of my girlfriends, but her dad’s
not doing so hot so she had to fly out to
Jacksonville. But I’ve already got that night free
so I was thinking, why don’t we grab dinner?
cutscene
[alert beeps]
Benny Severide: (over PA) Smoke eater in the house!
Kelly Severide: God damn it!
Benny Severide: Donut man in the house!
Donuts, everybody! Donuts!
Firefighters: Oh, hell yeah!
[indistinct shouting and cheering]
Benny Severide: Come and get it!
Kelly Severide: Hey, what happened to going to Squad one?
Benny Severide: I didn’t want to.
Come on, you guys, let’s get a donut.
Hi, Wally.
You know, I used to bring those to the ladies
in arson all the time. One of them, Ruthie,
she didn’t have anything personal in her office.
I mean, nothing. Not a family photo, nothing.
All she had behind her desk, right in the middle
of her tack board was this quote, “If you can’t
do anything about it, don’t worry about it.” And
I am, like, “Man, this Ruthie is locked into some
higher level stuff,” right?
Chief Boden: Benny, can I talk to you real quick?
Benny Severide: Yeah, just a second. So anyway, Ruthie retires
and I go in to say goodbye and I look at the
board and the quote is still there. And I say,
“Hey Ruthie, you forgot your quote.” And she
says, “That’s not mine, that was here when I
moved into the office.”
[laughter]
Benny Severide: All this time I thought she was like this oracle
or something, you know? Anyway, I kept the
quote. What the hell? Couldn’t hurt.
Lead the way, boss.
Chief Boden: You’re not welcome here.
Benny Severide: Yeah? Is that why you have my son hustle me
down the road?
Chief Boden: You are not welcome here.
Benny Severide: 25 years on the job, 15 of them in this house.
Nobody tells me when I can come and go!
Kelly Severide: Whatever you two are trying not to bring attention
to, guess what? You’re bringing attention to it.
Benny Severide: We got this, Kelly.
Kelly Severide: No you don’t!
He wants to stay here one more shift, that’s it.
Can you keep your mouth shut while you’re
here?
Benny Severide: Who the hell are you to tell me to…
Kelly Severide: It’s a yes or no question!
[knocks on door]
Matt Casey: Lou Krinsky, restaurant workers local 553 is here.
Looking to talk to us.
Chief Boden: We’ll be right there.
Matt Casey: Do I need to turn the hose on you guys?
Chief Boden: We’re good. We’re fine. We’ll be right out.
Hmph. You always had all the answers.
But I’m gonna tell you, this is your only shift. You
try and show up again for a second, I will put an
ass kicking on you 20 years in the making.
Benny Severide: Ooh! You still got it, Wally. I was starting to think
all those bugles had turned you into a big
marshmallow.
It’s the way it’s always been with me and him.
Kelly Severide: You didn’t own this house. You rented it. And I’m
here now, so show me some respect.
cutscene
Man 3 (Lou Krinsky): Just curious why a report coming from this
house has the arson department trying to
finger me for burning down a restaurant.
Matt Casey: That report conveyed the owner’s statement to us,
that’s all.
Man 3 (Lou Krinsky): Oh, okay. Well then, I would like to make
a report. Tuxhorn… rapes baby seals.
Put that in the report, have him have to
defend it.
Chief Boden: This is between you and the fire investigations.
Man 3 (Lou Krinsky): Yeah, and it got that far because you
guys took the word of some sweatshop
owner over that of a fellow union brother.
Why don’t you show some courtesy, talk
to me first.
Kelly Severide: We’re not talking about a busboy who got fired,
Lou, this is serious business.
Man 3 (Lou Krinsky): I know. I’m being accused of starting it!
Kelly Severide: We just wrote down what we saw and heard.
Man 3 (Lou Krinsky): [scoffs]
Matt Casey: Guy’s a skull cracker.
[door closes]
cutscene
Leslie Shay: You’re awfully quiet? Everything all right?
Gabby Dawson: All right, let’s… let’s say that if you knew
something… What?
Leslie Shay: Nothing.
Gabby Dawson: No, no, no. Don’t give me that. What? What
is it?
Leslie Shay: Um…
[chuckling]
Gabby Dawson: Ohh… ohh…
Mouch: Oh, goodness gracious.
Leslie Shay: I’m not here to judge you.
Mouch: [stammers] I didn’t… see, that… when… when the…
what?
Leslie Shay: I’m not here to judge you. I just want to know how
it works.
Mouch: Who else knows?
Leslie Shay: No one.
Mouch: Dawson?
Leslie Shay: Just Dawson.
Mouch: Oh Shay.
Leslie Shay: Don’t worry. She’s sworn to secrecy. But, Mouch, I
gotta ask. Six foot? 175?
Mouch: I aged out. It was my understanding they were gonna
take that down.
Leslie Shay: Fine. Look, I got a million questions I’m gonna ask
you. Can I? Please?
Mouch: [sighs] Okay, I’m ready.
Leslie Shay: Great. First off, the sperm. Did you…
[fire alarm buzzes and blares]
Mouch: Oh!
(Over PA): Truck 81, Ambulance 61. Restaurant fire.
[sirens blaring]
[horn honking]
Kelly Severide: Mr Tuxhorn.
Man 1 (Owner/Tuxhorn): I never should have told you ‘cause
he’s gonna bury me now.
Kelly Severide: Stay back.
Lady 2 (Bus Driver): I’m the one who called. I was making my
stop and I saw a man on fire running
through the restaurant.
Chief Boden: Okay, no one goes in. Hit it from the window. Quick
takedown. If that driver’s right, this is gonna be a
recovery.
[water spraying]
Matt Casey: (into radio) Cleared the dining room and bathrooms.
No bodies. Moving into the kitchen.
Kelly Severide: Guess I don’t need to remind you to keep your
eyes on the ceiling.
Matt Casey: That’s exactly what I’m doing.
Kelly Severide: Hey. It’s the same entry point as the last fire.
Matt Casey: Wherever he is, he’s long gone.
(into radio) This is Casey. Building’s clear.
[door swings open]
Kelly Severide: Uh Casey…
Matt Casey: (into radio) We need a medic.
[indistinct radio chatter]
Gabby Dawson: [grunts] Let’s turn him over.
Leslie Shay: [grunts]
Gabby Dawson: Agonal breathing. Fire may have scorched his
lungs.
Matt Casey: How bad?
Gabby Dawson: I don’t know. Airway looks pretty fried.
Leslie Shay: His arms are burned. Can’t get a line in. He’s got
minutes at best.
Gabby Dawson: We move him or lose him. Give us a hand?
Leslie Shay: On three. Very gentle. One, two, three.
Gabby Dawson: (into radio) 61 to Main, let Lakeshore know we
are two minutes out with a burn victim.
Leslie Shay: Dawson…
Gabby Dawson: (into radio) 61 to Main. Cancel that. Victim is
DOA. We will transport from scene for safety.
Dispatcher: Copy that 61… [continues indistinctively]
cutscene
Man 2 (James Whoristsky): Well, we verified it. Krinsky’s alibi
clears him from the second fire.
Matt Casey: Come on, he’s union muscle. He could have had
one of his knuckleheads torch both places.
Man 2 (James Whoristsky): I’m not arguing with that. But as
of now, we don’t have actionable
evidence.
Chief Boden: I got a drawer in the morgue full of evidence. I
don’t care if the man inside is homeless or a
CEO, he didn’t deserve the death he got.
Man 2 (James Whoristsky): Oh, and I think he did? Come on,
give me a break.
Kelly Severide: The guy who owns these restaurants is fearing
for his life.
Man 2 (James Whoristsky): We need proof. Do I really need to
explain arson investigation to you
guys? It take a while.
Kelly Severide: Let’s go back to that second fire and look around.
Matt Casey: Yeah. All right.
Kelly Severide: Cool?
Chief Boden: Yeah. Take your dad with you.
Kelly Severide: Chief, he gave his word that he’d keep his mouth
shut around here…
Chief Boden: I know he’s a pain in the ass, but he’s a hell of an
arson investigator.
Kelly Severide: Oh yeah.
[door closes]
Peter Mills: You know, I could cook you up something if you’d
like.
Benny Severide: Oh, that’s all right. Thanks, though.
Peter Mills: I didn’t know that you and my dad were on Squad
together. And um… the other firefighter who died
with him.
Benny Severide: That’s right. Ross McGowan. Two years on
the job. About your age. Had his whole life
ahead of him. Never got to meet his daughter.
A real shame.
Peter Mills: Yeah, I’m sorry to bring that up. I know it must be uh,
really hard to relive.
Benny Severide: Yeah. Never should have happened.
Peter Mills: How do you mean?
Benny Severide: Well, like you said. It’s hard to relive.
Peter Mills: Respectfully, Mr Severide, I get the sense that there’s
something you really want to tell me.
Kelly Severide: Hey. Let’s take a ride.
cutscene
Leslie Shay: So, like the pamphlet says, you just…do it in a cup?
Mouch: No, uh, a…a gossamer-winged stork flies down and…
Leslie Shay: [sighs]
Mouch: Yes.
Leslie Shay: And have you had contact with any of the…
Mouch: With the kids? God, no!
Leslie Shay: Because…
Mouch: I’m Father Flanagan? No way! I treasure my privacy.
Leslie Shay: Damn. It just… seems so impersonal.
Mouch: Let me just stop you right there. My cousin Ted and his
wife, Patty, they tried for a long time, couldn’t conceive.
They decided to go the AI route, that’s shorthand for
artificial…
Leslie Shay: I got it.
Mouch: Okay. So now they have a lovely daughter Elsa who is
the light of their lives. And that family is filled with
nothing but love, despite the clinical origins.
Leslie Shay: That’s beautiful. I…Is that why you became a donor?
Because of them?
Mouch: No. The cash. 125 a pop. That’s what they call a renewable
resource.
Leslie Shay: I don’t know, man. Might have to figure something else
out.
cutscene
[door closes]
Benny Severide: So, Matt, was that Andy Darden’s widow I saw
you with at the academy dinner?
Matt Casey: Yeah, Heather. That was her. She just needed a ride.
Benny Severide: It’s good to see you guys haven’t turned your
back on her. That’s important.
Matt Casey: Yeah. Absolutely. I’ll take the back.
Kelly Severide: Both buildings were broken into from the rear
entry. Gas accelerants were used.
Benny Severide: Okay.
I don’t know about this teaching gig.
Kelly Severide: Why not?
Benny Severide: Job’s changed too much.
Kelly Severide: It’s almost exactly the same. It’s just better gear.
Benny Severide: Well, the people have changed is what I’m
saying. Back when I came up, you fought a
war at 18. You had kids by the time you were 22.
You’d live a life. You were a man. Now these kids
are coming straight out of their parents’
basements to the firehouse. What the hell can I
teach somebody like that?
Hadley: [indistinctive chatter]
Benny Severide: Like him.
Hadley: [laughs]
Kelly Severide: Who? Hadley? He’s fine.
Benny Severide: Yeah. Okay.
Kelly Severide: They still have wars. People still pop out kids. I
don’t know why you gotta piss on everything.
Benny Severide: Rubber. From the sole of a sneaker. That bus
driver was right. Somebody was on fire and
running through here. What was the homeless
guy wearing?
Kelly Severide: He had boots on.
Benny Severide: Then we’re looking for somebody else. It
wouldn’t be him.
Hadley: So this thing collapses and knocks us down… [laughs]
Kelly Severide: Hadley.
Hadley: Yeah?
Kelly Severide: Quit playing grab ass, would you?
Benny Severide: Look at this. You see that? Pry marks. This door
wasn’t breached from the outside. Somebody
had a key. The owner or somebody he hired.
They let themselves in the front door and then
they pried this open. Make it look like it was
broken in from the outside.
Kelly Severide: You gotta be kidding me.
Benny Severide: Inside job.
cutscene
Chief Boden: Thank you. Appreciate it.
15 minutes after the second fire was call in,
18-year-old kid walked into an urgent care unit
five blocks from the scene. He had second and
third degree burns. Claimed it was a barbecue
mishap. Memorial went and picked him up.
He’s there’s now.
Kelly Severide: I want to head down there and check it out.
Chief Boden: Kelly…
Kelly Severide: I don’t like getting lied to. I don’t like getting
worked. And if someone other than that union
guy got that homeless man killed, I want to
know.
Matt Casey: I got him covered.
Chief Boden: Hit it.
[door closes]
[knocks on door]
Kelly Severide: What’s up, Omar? Lieutenant Severide, CFD.
Teen 1 (Omar): Oh geez. Damn barbecue. Didn’t know the gas
was on and boom. Lucky I’m alive.
Kelly Severide: Where were you standing?
Teen 1 (Omar): Right in front of the grill, trying to light it.
Kelly Severide: Then how’d you burn your legs?
Teen 1 (Omar): I don’t know. It was a big ol’ fireball, though.
Kelly Severide: Those aren’t barbecue burns, Omar. I’d know.
I’ve responded to 20 of them.
Teen 1 (Omar): I-I swear to God…
Kelly Severide: And they’re gonna test the shoes you were
wearing against the rubber fixed to the floor
in that diner and it’s all gonna go south.
Teen 1 (Omar): Why? For what? I-I didn’t do nothing.
Kelly Severide: A guy was killed in that second fire.
Teen 1 (Omar): No. No, no, no, man.
Kelly Severide: Look, I’m not a cop. I just want to know
what happened and I’ll help you any way I
can before the cops get involved. And
they’re gonna get involved soon.
Teen 1 (Omar): Okay. All right, mayb… there’s one thing
maybe you can help me with.
Kelly Severide: I’ll try.
Teen 1 (Omar): It was an insurance scam. Tuxhorn and his
wife wanted two of the diners to go down
and they was gonna lay it off on some union
dude who he was beefing with. And he
asked my dad to help him do it. My dad
owes him a lot of money, so he said he was
in to settle up. But my dad, he got a knee
replacement surgery last year and he ain’t
too quick. So I said I’d do it. I was pouring
the gas… I don’t know. Maybe the fumes hit
�� a pilot light or something. And I was just
running through the restaurant all on fire and…
Tuxhorn put me out and he took me here and
he said to say it was a barbecue accident.
Look, man, I’ll take the ride for it. I just gotta
leave my dad out of it. Can I do that? Can I
leave my dad out of it with the cops?
Kelly Severide: Don’t bring up his name.
Teen 1 (Omar): Okay. Thank you.
cutscene
Mouch: Did somebody change his food, ‘cause there is
something going on here.
Peter Mills: Where’s Herrmann?
Matt Casey: Bar management seminar.
You guys close to opening?
Gabby Dawson: Uh, a few weeks…hopefully.
Joe Cruz: Hey, uh, Shay, where’s your iPad?
Leslie Shay: Put it away for a bit.
Joe Cruz: Did you find a donor?
Leslie Shay: Regrouping.
Joe Cruz: So you’re not going the whole sperm donor route
anymore?
Leslie Shay: What is this, an interrogation? I told you, I’m
regrouping.
Otis Zvonecek: So, um, who asked who out? I’m just
curious.
Gabby Dawson: [laughs]
Peter Mills: Um, wait. You did, right?
Gabby Dawson: What?
Peter Mills: Yeah, you asked me to dinner that one night.
Gabby Dawson: Oh no, that-that wasn’t a date.
Peter Mills: Damn.
Gabby Dawson: What’s up?
Peter Mills: Dolores from Records, she sent me an email
earlier. I just… I can’t open it on my phone.
I’m… I’m gonna try it in there.
[typing]
[tense music]
cutscene
Chief Boden: Hey, Kelly, great job.
Kelly Severide: Hey, thanks, Chief.
Chief Boden: You too, Benny.
Benny Severide: Thank you. I appreciate that.
How about I get a cup of coffee before
I take off?
Kelly Severide: All right.
Leslie Shay: Hey, you got a second?
Kelly Severide: Yeah.
What?
Leslie Shay: So how are you?
Kelly Severide: Um, what’s-what’s going on?
Leslie Shay: So here’s the deal. You know I’ve done
thorough research on this whole
insemination thing. And today I got… well,
I guess, uh, accidental window into how
the whole process works, and it really left
me feeling… hollow.
Kelly Severide: Okay.
Leslie Shay: And you know, I’ve been searching for the
perfect guy to be the father of my baby.
Someone honourable, strong, good looking
[chuckles] I mean, sue me. And maybe even
someone who would want to be part of the
child’s life. And someone who would want to
celebrate, you know, how beautiful it could be.
With me… a cool chick who’s not gonna freak
out and they’ll never have to worry about, you
know, me wanting a divorce or trying to take all
their money, or be a bitch or… [exhales] Kelly I
want to know if you’d like to have a baby with
me.
Kelly Severide: Look, Shay, I…
Leslie Shay: No, no, no. Let me finish. And we’d go through
the insemination process…
Kelly Severide: Um…
Leslie Shay: And… and yeah. Okay that’s it. I’m done.
Kelly Severide: I don’t… I don’t… I don’t know what to say.
Leslie Shay: That’s okay. I just… I just want you to-to think
about it.
Kelly Severide: I…
Leslie Shay: Thank you. And listen, if the answer’s no, I mean,
there won’t even be a hiccup between us. It…
it’s okay. It-It’ll be solid Always you and me.
Okay?
[kissing sound]
Kelly Severide: Uh…
cutscene
Benny Severide: Okay, that’s it. I’m outta here.
Mouch: Great to meet you, Ben.
Benny Severide: Good to see you again.
Joe Cruz: Such a pleasure.
Benny Severide: Good to see you.
Otis Zvonecek: Thanks for the donuts.
Benny Severide: Yup.
Matt Casey: Take care, Benny.
Benny Severide: Hey.
Peter Mills: Hey. Mr Severide, can I talk to you in private.
Benny Severide: Actually, I’m just taking off. It was nice
meeting you.
Peter Mills: Yeah, please… I really need to talk to you.
Benny Severide: Can you make it quick?
Peter Mills: Sure.
Um, the Lambert Tree Award. It’s the highest
award awarded to a firefighter. My father was
nominated and everyone up the line signed off
on it… except for you. Just curious to why.
Benny Severide: Some other time, kid, okay?
Peter Mills: Is this what you’re trying to say to me? Do you
feel bad about not signing off for it? That even
though my father was a hero… and even
though he gave his life…
Benny Severide: It’s an award for valor!
Chief Boden: Benny.
Benny Severide: He wants to hear it. I’m gonna tell him.
In the middle of that fire, your father
panicked and pulled off his mask, which
would have been his business, except
another guy died trying to save him. So,
no, I didn’t sign it. Because I could not in
good faith reward someone for
demonstrating cowardice…
Firefighters: Whoa!
Come on, man!
Hey! Hey!
Come on!
Benny Severide: Unh!
[panting] You want to know why Boden
thinks your father wasn’t at fault? Do ya?
‘Cause he’s an optimist, I guess.
I’ll see you back at your house.
Chief Boden: Mills… You are off duty until further notice.
Get your gear. Wait for Benny to get off site,
and you go home and you’ll wait to hear
from me.
Rest of you, get back to work.
Gabby Dawson: Hey, you okay?
Peter Mills: No.
Gabby Dawson: Look, I totally get what lead up to that
and I am so sorry, but you can’t just go
around punching people.
Peter Mills: My dad wasn’t able to defend himself. So I did.
[locker door slams]
Peter Mills: [sighs]
cutscene
Chief Boden: We were all real close. Henry and me. Benny.
Our wives. Then Ingrid and Henry, they
separated. My wife left me. It was during that
time. It just happened. Then I realised that
Henry might have still had feelings for her,
and I may have moved too quick, so I
stepped back just to see. And I was right.
Henry moved back in after a month. Ingrid
always says I broke her heart. So if you
think that there’s something that Peter needs
or wants to know, I’ll go to his place after shift.
I’ll tell him.
Gabby Dawson: Is what Benny said true?
Chief Boden: Not from where I was standing.
cutscene
Heather Darden: Matt?
Matt Casey: Hmm?
Heather Darden: You have like, two utensils in this kitchen.
Matt Casey: Yeah, it’s on my to-do list.
Heather Darden: You’ve been busy, huh?
Matt Casey: Yeah, it’s been one thing after another lately.
Heather Darden: Have you been dating? Since Hallie?
Matt Casey: Uh, there was someone for a minute, maybe
less. Wasn’t the right time.
Heather Darden: Sorry to hear that.
Matt Casey: What are you gonna do? Damn that smells
good. First home-cooked meal I’ve had
since… I don’t even know.
Heather Darden: It sucks having to come home to an
empty house, doesn’t it?
Matt Casey: Yeah.
Heather Darden: We don’t have to be alone. We don’t
deserve to be. We’re good people.
Why can’t we be happy?
Matt Casey: Heather… I’m really glad you’re here. And
if it was under different circumstances,
believe me… but Andy was one of my best
friends. And he was your husband, and… I
think we should honour that.
Heather Darden: You know what? You’re right. Let’s just
count our blessings
Matt Casey: Dinner and a movie. Let’s get the movie ready.
cutscene
[knocks on door]
Gabby Dawson: Hey, bruiser.
[door shuts]
[kissing sound]
Peter Mills: What’s the word? You heard anything?
Gabby Dawson: Yeah. I, um, spoke to Boden briefly.
Peter Mills: What did he say?
Gabby Dawson: Well, he hasn’t heard from Benny so
the hope is that he doesn’t raise a
stink. If that’s the case, then hopefully
this thing will stay in house. Boden
says to just sit tight for now.
Peter Mills: That’s all he said?
Gabby Dawson: That’s all he said to me.
Peter Mills: Okay, look… can I just say that even though
I’m… maybe in a jam right now, I feel… I feel
lighter. ’Cause since forever I’ve been carrying
around this weight of not knowing. And I could
always just tell that there was something out
there that wasn’t being told to me. At least now
I can… I can move on.
Gabby Dawson: Hey… what Benny said isn’t true.
Peter Mills: I don’t want to talk about it anymore, okay?
Gabby Dawson: Baby, it’s not true…
Peter Mills: Look, I-I don’t want to talk about it anymore
[exhales]
cutscene
Matt Casey: Heather.
[orchestral music playing on TV]
[TV turns off]
cutscene
Benny Severide: He’s just like his old man. It was Henry
Mills against the world. The guy always
had a problem. So if people want to
knock me for being arrogant or
whatever, let them. At least I was
un-conflicted. And in this job, you
better damn well have that going for
you, or you and your buddy’s badges
will end up on the wall at the academy.
Kelly Severide: Well, I didn’t know his old man, but I
know Peter. And from what I’ve seen,
the kid has heart. He has courage.
Benny Severide: Yeah, well I’ve seen your squad. Maybe
you’re not the best judge of character.
[bag zips]
Benny Severide: Look, Kelly, I…I really did come down
here to spend time with you. I didn’t
mean for any of this to happen. And if
anything I did reflects poorly on you,
I’m sorry about that. I guess your old
man is just a guy stuck in his ways. But
hey… if you can’t do anything about it,
don’t worry about it.
[door opens and closes]
cutscene
[knocks on door]
Kelly Severide: Hey.
Peter Mills: Hey.
Kelly Severide: Listen, I know it’s been on your mind
and, uh, I think you’d be a really great
addition to squad. You’re gonna want
to take Hazmat Tech “A”, Vertical
Rescue and Building Collapse One. If
any of them are full, you let me know I
can…I can pull some strings.
Peter Mills: Really?
Kelly Severide: Really. Let’s push it, see what happens.
Peter Mills: Okay.
Kelly Severide: Great.
[chuckling]
- end -
Definitions:
Scrapple = Also known by the Pennsylvania Dutch name Pannhaas or “pan rabbit”, is a traditionally a mush of pork scraps and trimmings combined with cornmeal and wheat flour, often buckwheat flour, and spices. The mush is formed into a semi-solid congealed load, and slices of the scrapple are then pan-fried before serving
Agonal breathing = Medical term used to describe struggling to breathe or gasping. It is often a symptom of a severe medical emergency, such as a stroke or cardiac arrest. The gasping associated with agonal respiration is not true breathing, but rather a brainstem reflex.
Hazmat Tech “A” = Hazardous Materials Technician course provides the essential knowledge, skills, and abilities to operate offensively or defensively at an incident involving the release of hazardous materials.
Building Collapse One = This course is extensively hands-on and prepares the student to operate safely and efficiently at a building collapse incident. It offers practice in cutting, breaching, lifting, stabilising, searching, shoring, packaging, and removing victims from a simulated collapse environment
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