CELEBRATING BRETTSEY SYLVIE BRETT and MATT CASEY in CHICAGO FIRE
I just wanted to say how freaking grateful I am to have seen them find each other.
Whatever happens in tonight episode , I don’t regret anything. I truly believe these two were/are it for each other. It wasn’t love at first sight no, but after everything they’ve been through, it truly was so beautiful to see them believe in love again, open up to each other, put trust in each other. Have hope again.
This isn’t a farewell to Brettsey (after all I still don’t know what their future holds), just an appreciation and a love letter to them ❤️
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When you finally come to, there’s something wet pressing against your jaw and you hear a muffled male voice cursing.
“Andyou have to get a way to get her out!” The voice says, accompanied by angry footsteps. “This plasma bag won’t last forever, and she lost a lot of blood!”
You take a deep breath, crying out when you feel a searing pain shoot through your abdomen. There’s a bark and a whine right by your ear, and the footsteps come your way until you feel a pair of big, calloused hands holding your face.
“(Y/N), can you hear me?” The voice is right in front of you and you force yourself to open your eyes. Right in front of you is Jay Halstead, piercing blue eyes staring straight at you, his freckled nose nearly touching yours. “Oh, thank God.”
A wet tongue connects with your cheek excitedly and Jay curses before saying a stern “sit!”. Looking at your right you see a Belgian Malinois staring at you, tail wagging and tongue hanging out of its’ open mouth.
“What’s going on?” You rasp, your breaths shaking. “Why are you here? Why is there a doghere?”
“Kayla helped with the search and rescue, she found you actually.” Jay says, running a hand through his face as he sits next to you. “We opened a path and she ran in here; I came after her and Squad was trying to secure the exit but some of it collapsed so we’re kind of trapped here.”
You nod, looking down at yourself and seeing the metal rod sticking out of your stomach. You can feel the blood draining from your face, making Jay scoot closer and block your view with his jacket.
“It seems like I’m in a bit of a pickle, then.” You say, laughing nervously. “Who would say, after everything that went down in Afghanistan, that I’d die in Chicago.”
“Don’t say that, you’re not going to die.” He says, his voice strained. You grab his hand, giving him a soft smile that doesn’t reach your eyes, making his own widen in recognition. “No, don’t look at me like that. That’s the same face from Afghanistan, that’s your ‘I’m giving up’ face, don’t you dare.”
You squeeze his hand and he squeezes yours back, shaking his head. Kayla whines as she nuzzles into your neck.
“Look at all this blood.” You say gesturing around with your free hand, noticing how Jay clenches his jaw. “We’re delaying the inevitable, since they aren’t going to open a path in time. I don’t have much time left, Jay.”
“I don’t care if you think that. I’m not letting that happen. You slipped through my fingers once and I’m not allowing that to happen again.” He confesses with a shaky voice. You chuckle weakly, looking at him softly.
“Little do you know about what slipped through our fingers.”
“Tell me.” He pleads, scooting even closer. “Please, tell me.”
“Jay…” You take a deep breath before continuing, tears welling up in your eyes. “I’ve been in love with you ever since we met, and you said you were too, and it has been killing me that you don’t remember any of it. All the promises, all the plans, we had everything planned out together. We were going to move into some apartment when we came back, it’d be us against the world, but that obviously didn’t happen.”
“What happened? Why did you stay?” His voice is barely a whisper and it pulls at your heart. “I’m sure you could have been medically discharged as well.”
“Well… It wasn’t like I had a saying in staying there or coming home.” You say, taking a shaky breath. “I was captured when I went back to get the other soldiers. Kept as a prisoner, tortured for information, I don’t know for how long exactly. But one day, two of them thought they had broken me and came too close, and I killed them. I managed to free myself, took their rifles and broke out, stole a horse and didn’t stop until I reached a military base. I knew I wouldn’t be able to adapt to civil life, at least not straight away, so I asked to stay. They conceded, and I took another tour to hunt down the group that captured me and many others. That was what the big wad of paper in the package your team got was about, details of my deployment with pictures and everything, it wasn’t pretty. It’s supposedly top secret.”
Jay’s jaw is clamped up so tight you fear he might break something, so you caress his hand with yours.
“I had no idea…” He manages to say, his eyes glistening. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s ok.” You smile at him. “It’s in the past. Now though, I’m tired like you wouldn’t believe.”
His eyes widen as he leans forward, his hands cupping your face gently. You gaze into his eyes, feeling the eyelids in yours getting heavier every second.
“Don’t you dare close your eyes!” Jay exclaims, his face inches from yours. “I’m here, they must be getting through very soon, you’re going to be ok, but don’t close your eyes.”
“It’s ok, Jay.” You smile at him, your light-headedness increasing steadily. “You did the best you could.”
“No, don’t you dare leave me. We can pick up where we left off, or even start again, but you can’t close your eyes.”
“Maybe in the next life we’ll have your chance…”
“We can have it in this life, if you just stay awake!”
He leans his forehead against yours and you feel tiny droplets falling onto your cheeks. You cup his jaw gently, feeling your heart crack at the pain and desperation in his eyes.
“Jay… It’s ok.” You whisper, feeling him lean into your hand slightly. “I love you.”
He takes a deep breath, an expression you can’t decipher settling on his face as one of his hands leaves your face to hastily grab the radio on his jacket. He turns to you, tears brimming his eyes.
“If you want to hear it back, you can’t give up.” He says before pressing the button. “Severide, you better have news. We’re stretching this too much.”
“Fuck.” Severide’s voice echoes together with a groan. “Look, can you pick her up?”
“Severide, that’s not a good idea.” Casey’s voice is strained.
“It’s not like we have a choice, Casey. It’s either that or she dies, and I don’t want that to happen. No one does.”
“Fine.” Casey’s voice sounds conformed. “Jay, the area where the concrete slab fell is where we’re having more trouble, because it’s very unstable. We’re going to cut a hole in the stabler slab and the moment it’s done you’re going to pick (Y/N) up and bolt out. Got it?”
“See? We’re getting you out.” Jay says to you, looking hopeful. He presses the button to reply. “Got it, get on with it.”
“This metal rod isn’t stuck to the floor?” You rasp, watching him shake his head. He shoves the radio in his pocket as he kneels at your side, his right arm sliding under your shoulders and his left one under your knees. “This is going to hurt, isn’t it?”
“Probably. But it’s better than dying.” He says, pressing a quick kiss on the top of your head before he picks you up against his chest and raises to his feet. You repress the painful cry ripping at your throat and whimper instead, trying to breathe through the pain. “Grab the plasma bag.”
You gingerly reach out and grab the almost empty sac, resting it on a good part of your stomach as you hear the saw working the concrete, noticing that some natural light is starting to seep in and replace the red glow from the emergency lights.
“Kayla, up.” Jay says, watching as a part of the concrete starts to remove itself from the bigger slab. The dog stands by his feet until a bigger part is removed and makes enough room for all of you to get through. “Go!”
“Move it, Halstead!” Severide calls out, gesturing outside. “We don’t know how long it’ll hold!”
Jay rushes out and you groan at the pain the swinging around brings you, closing your eyes when the sunlight floods your face.
“Get her on the backboard.” Casey instructs, helping Jay maneuver you into the slab of plastic attached to a pulley system. “Guys, pull her up and get her to Med now.”
You barely register the backboard being hoisted into the gurney but can’t help but smile as Sylvie comes into your line of sight as she places the oxygen mask on you and switches the IV bags.
“You scared the crap out of us.” She mumbles, cutting away the rest of your shirt and connecting you to the machines before pushing you into the ambulance. “Jay didn’t do a bad job at all, wow.”
“I was the one that instructed him.” Will says, hopping on the back of the ambulance. “You can leave the other paramedic here and take me with her back to Med, that way I can take her in to Connor right away.”
The doors to the ambulance close and Sylvie runs into the driver’s seat, turning the sirens on and peeling off, leaving the rest of the stunned firefighters and cops behind. Severide claps Jay’s shoulder before Stella wraps him in a hug, silently thanking him.
