#joe cruz

Words: 1353
Warnings: Canonical violence, probably a poorly written response about hazmat shit
A/N: I’m sorry for taking so long guys! I’m starting a new job and shit’s chaotic right now :( 

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You’re nursing a cup of coffee when Chief Boden comes in the mess hall, a grave look plastered on his face. He’s not even fully stopped before he starts talking.

“Everyone, get to your rigs!” He shouts, prompting everyone to stop and drop what they are doing to rush to the floor with him rushing after you. “Sergeant Voight called me, they found hazardous material on a scene and need our help securing it. CDC is meeting us there. Make sure you’re airtight, as far as we know, we’re dealing with anthrax.”

Your blood runs cold, but you put on your turnout coat and grab your helmet before rushing inside the Squad’s rig seconds before Tony floors it out of the firehouse.

“Something went sour and part of the building is on fire.” Boden’s voice comes through the radio. “It’s not the room with the anthrax, but Squad, as soon as you hit the scene, get inside, get everyone out, try to secure the anthrax and make sure the fire doesn’t reach it. Engine, you’re backing up Squad with fire suppression, and Truck is fighting the fire directly. Ambo will be on stand-by for potential victims.”

You arrive to the scene and find several police cars stopped in the middle of the road. You and Severide exit the rig before it comes to a complete stop, securing your SCBAs and grabbing halligans before you run towards the building, Capp and Cruz hot on your trail as Tony secures the rig.

“(Y/L/N), with me on the left.” Severide calls out. “Capp, Cruz, Tony, take the right. Open radios, everyone.”

You quickly flick the dial on your radio, almost immediately hearing Chief’s voice coming through.

“We don’t have an exact location on the room the anthrax is in, but it’s in the general area that Squad is in right now. Intelligence will also be on this channel, as you may encounter some perps still inside and they’ll help you.”

“Chief, with all due respect, but I think Intelligence coming in is not a good decision, no matter what.” You say, busting down a door and finding an empty room, moving on to the next one. “They don’t have the adequate gear to deal with a possible anthrax outbreak, they could be needlessly contaminated. I’ve seen what anthrax does to people without the adequate gear, and it’s not pretty.”

“Is this the same firefighter that found the bodies?” You hear Voight’s gruff voice coming through the radio.

“That would be me indeed, Sergeant.” You reply. “Other than being Squad and having training in dealing with hazmat, I’m a former Staff Sergeant in the Navy with three tours under my belt. I’ve dealt with this before. How long until the Haz-Mat Unit, Chief?”

“They’re on route. Keep on working until then, and keep your eyes peeled. Be careful.” Boden’s voice sounds concerned, and you knock down another door, finding yet another empty room. A loud crash diverts your attention to the hallway and you rush out of the room, finding Severide leaning against the wall as 3 men run away. You lock eyes with the lankier man, the look on his face making your stomach churn. He winks at you before he disappears through a side door.

“Severide!” You call out, rushing to him and checking the integrity of his turnout and SCBA. “What was that!?”

“They were in the last room I checked. The anthrax is there two, along with your… friend.”

“My friend?” You mutter, watching as Cruz and Capp go inside the room Severide was in and bring out a bloodied man. Your heart sinks, worry settling on your chest. “Oh God.”

“Brett, we need a gurney!” Cruz calls out into the radio as the three of them move down the hallway.

You, Severide and Tony are dousing the barrels of anthrax with water and sand in an effort to keep the barrels from burning as the Engine crew douses the surrounding rooms when the radio comes to life.

“Get away from the anthrax!” Casey’s voice comes through, sounding stressed. “Part of the fire is leaking into a gas tank and it’s going to blow!”

You rush out of the room, pushing Tony and Severide ahead of you into the hallway, closing the door behind you in a mute effort to stop anything from getting into the barrels before rushing down the hallway.

The blast wave knocks you all down and you scramble to get up, your mind reeling out of control. You manage to get on your feet and urge everyone else to do so as well, helping Severide get up and out, supporting him. You notice everyone else up and moving, sighing in relief, but the clench in your heart doesn’t relent.

You make it outside, finding the H.I.T. crew with a decontamination circuit ready for you.

“Squad, Engine, don’t touch anyone who wasn’t inside with you, we don’t want to risk any possible cross-contaminations.” A man calls out, pointing at the decontamination circuit. “You will all go through there with your full gear, as you are wearing it now.”

You slowly move through the decontamination circuit, removing your helmet and SCBA after they’re decontaminated and sighing in relief, wiping your hair off your forehead. You see Stella rushing towards Severide once he’s out of the circuit and smile to yourself; at least your best friend has a good relationship with her boyfriend.

You grab your gear and head off to the Squad rig, hanging the coat on the door to finish drying, slumping against the side of the truck and taking a deep breath. You see Boden and Voight coming towards you through the corner of your eyes and curse internally, realising maybe you shouldn’t have talked to Voight the way you did. You peel yourself from the rig once the two men are in front of you, holding up a finger before they start talking.

“Let me just say something before you guys start.” You ask, seeing Boden nod and Voight cross his arms. You turn to the Sergeant. “I’m sorry if I was out of line, but I think you understand I was acting in everyone’s best interest. It probably cost you your suspect, but I think that having a team that’s not fighting for their life from anthrax poisoning is better. And if they had come in and accidentally shot one of the barrels, we surely wouldn’t be here and having this conversation.”

“I understand.” Voight says, giving you a curt nod. “I wasn’t thinking as straight as I should have been, but I had a man trapped inside and just wanted him out, and for the people that got him there to pay.”

“Trust me, I understand the feeling.” You say, giving him a smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes. He nods, clapping your shoulder before he goes back to his unit, and you make eye contact with a short woman, pale, with brown straight hair. Her face is hardened, probably from everything that she has seen during her time as a cop, but her eyes are kind and understanding. Her lips are pressed in a straight line and you’re confused as to why she’s looking at you like that, but Stella jumping onto your arms distracts you from her.

“Are you ok?” She asks, grabbing your face and inspecting you, making you laugh.

“I’m fine, Stella. Weren’t you examining Severide?” You ask, raising a brow and smirking.

“I’ll examine him better later.” She says, winking and making you laugh. “But seriously, are you ok?”

“I’m ok, trust me.” You smile at her and she nods, resting her hands on your shoulders.

“I should be thanking you, so thanks.”

“What do you mean?”

“Severide told me you got him out.”

“Oh, no, it’s not like that, he was just having some difficulties with regaining his footing and I helped him. It was nothing.”

“(Y/N/N), seriously. Thank you.”

“Stells, cut it. I’ll accept those thanks when you come by my apartment again to finish the rest of the booze.” You laugh, feeling slightly uncomfortable with the conversation.

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Brian ‘Otis’ Zvonecek One-Shot - Ghost of you

Words:1.3k

Otis x Female reader

Tw:mentions of character death, grief, very sad, mentions of Grey’s Anatomy and Taylor Swift, unsupportive parent, heartbreak, mentions of wedding and kids, Reader is a widow, pet names (babe) (If I forgot any warning please let me know!)

A/N:This is the first one-shot I post here :) It’s inspired by the 5 seconds of summer song “Ghost of you” so I recommend you hear it before reading this! Enjoy!

Here I am waking up

Still can’t sleep on your side

Y/N woke up, as tired as always and sat down on bed. Those two weeks without her husband had felt like a lifetime. Maybe it had been one, a new life, a life where Brian was gone. She had seen a thousand shows and movies where someone became a widow, and now she could hear that Grey’s Anatomy line on repeat in her head, about Derek’s mother not being able to sleep on her late husband’s side of the bed. As she looked over her shoulder, she realized his side of the bed remained untouched from that last morning, in which they had woken up, rearranged the bedsheets, pillows and blankets, had breakfast together, kissed goodbye and left for work. And never met again.

There’s your coffee cup

The lipstick stain fades with time

As she got to the kitchen, got the coffee maker working and opened the cabinet to grab her coffee cup, she saw his, with the Blackhawks logo on it, right next to hers, and the tears pooled once again in the eyes Otis had loved so much. Silently, she thanked him for doing the dishes instead of just leaving them on the sink for her to wash when she got back home as they usually did, since she wouldn’t have been able to wash his cup. Oh, how he loved that cup.

If I can dream long enough

You’d tell me I’d be just fine

I’ll be just fine

“If anything should happen to me, I’ll visit you in your dreams. I promise. But there’s no need to worry about that now, babe. We’re gonna have kids and grow old together, you know? Just like we said” he whispered to her, his hand resting in her lower belly lovingly, and Y/N got on her side, a beautiful smile on her lips as she got lost in his brown eyes “Yeah? How many?” “Two boys and a girl. I’m confident I’ll be just fine, but I wouldn’t like you to be alone if one day I don’t make it back home”

Except that two whole weeks had gone by and she never dreamt, of anything. Not even once. And she ended up alone. They had dated four years, only for him to die two weeks after their wedding.

She drank her coffee, glancing at the sugar pot that rested on the counter, close to the coffee maker. He always took his coffee with one spoonful of sugar, while she took it as bitter as possible. Otis always joked about how she was so sweet and nice while her coffee was so bitter. “It’s almost ironic, you know? You are one of the sweetest people on earth, and yet you have your coffee with no sugar and very little milk” he had grinned one day, the first morning they spent together.

After washing the cup and leaving it next to Otis’s, she went to their bedroom to grab her gun and badge and head to the 21st district for the first time since she got that damn call from chief Boden.

So I drown it out like I always do

Dancing through our house

With the ghost of you

And I chase it down

With a shot of truth

Dancing through our house

With the ghost of you

Voight and Platt both decided it would be best if she stayed on desk duty for a while, at least until she got completely cleared by a therapist that she was good to be back on the streets. She didn’t complain, not finding that much energy on herself. It was thankfullya quiet day, so her mind was allowed to be a bit all over the place.

She remembered, with her very first smile in weeks, how on their fifth date they had dinner at his place one night he could kick Cruz and Brett out, and after dinner, he connected his phone to the speaker to play Taylor Swift’s album Red, the one she had told him was her favorite. So they danced to All too well as if the world was ending, and his eyes had never shine so brightly as he looked at her, spinning around, laughing and giggling.

Ever since then, dancing became their thing. They’d dance whenever they had the chance. And after they moved in together, they’d dance every night he’d spend at home. They had a whole playlist for their dancing moments, though they would dance to any song, regardless of the rhythm.

Surprisingly, that last day of license she had, she found herself dancing on her own to All too well, the first time she had danced alone to that song in four years, and even though it broke her heart once again, she found a little peace and the feeling that he hadn’t left her for real. She ended up leaning onto the door frame, remembering how they’d dance to that song whenever they heard it, and almost seeing their ghosts laughing with their arms around each other.

Cleaning up today

Found that old Zepplin shirt

You wore when you ran away

And no one could feel your hurt

As she got to their apartment that terrible day, with Hailey and Kim supporting her, she had to find some kind of strength to get to their room, her room now, since it would no longer be shared with Otis. Whatever strength she had found, it left her as soon as she got to the door, his Zepplin shirt he used as a pajama resting on top of a pillow. He’d say it helped him forget anything terrible he had seen during his shift, and forget the terrible smells he had felt.

She had broken down in tears and fell to her knees, sobbing loudly. Her friends got to her and wrapped their arms around the now widow police officer. In her mind, she was still there, crying. She couldn’t remember getting up or stop crying, and wondered if her soul was still in that same position. It sure felt like that.

We’re too young, too dumb

To know things like love

But I know better now

(Better now)

A tiny smile showed up on her lips as she remembered her mom’s words when they told her they had gotten engaged. Mrs Y/LN had said it had nothing to do with Otis, and everything to do with Y/N’s stupidity. She was way too young to know what real love felt like, Otis was her second boyfriend after all, if we consider her high school three weeks relationship a boyfriend. No. There was no way she was engaged. She was dumb when it came to love, and she was so young.

They had proved her wrong.

So I drown it out like I always do

Dancing through our house

With the ghost of you

And I chase it down

With a shot of truth

Dancing through our house

With the ghost of you

As she got home that afternoon, she took a shower and dressed in his Zepplin shirt, with a sad smile. He had bought it reallycheap like a decade ago and failed to realize it said Zepplininstead of Zepellin. It became a silly and loving joke between the two of them. She connected her phone to his speaker and All too well started playing once again, tears pooling in her eyes as she heard the lyrics, since she too, remembered everything all too well.

Too young, too dumb

To know things like love

Too young, too dumb

So I drown it out like I always do

Dancing through our house

With the ghost of you

And I chase it down

With a shot of truth

That my feet don’t dance

Like they did with you

But this time, she tripped over the coffee table they had in the middle of the living room, and decided to stop dancing, turning off the speaker and closing the music app, realizing that maybe dancing in their living room was way too sacred to do it alone. She couldn’t dance like she did with him, so why bother? Otis was gone, and he had taken Y/N’s heart with him.