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Kelly Severide sat in a chair next to Mouch across from three white shirt clad members of the Chicago fire department as he answered their questions about what he and Tara Little had done the night she came to his apartment with the six pack of beer.

“She said you tried to kiss her, but she was uncomfortable and tried to leave. You backed her against the wall, leaned into her body and put your hand on her buttock, care to respond?”

“Lieutenant Severide is not obligated to respond to any of these questions Commander, he came in good faith to hear the charges against him” Mouch said before Kelly chose to speak up

“Actually, I faked a yawn and said I was tired and she should probably get going, because I started thinking she was a little… desperate” Kelly admits.

 

 

Matt Casey sat across from Hallie in a burger bar. It was late in the day and everyone had already filtered out of the restaurant aside from one older man eating alone.

“How’s Dawson?” she asks, the two had finished their food and were now engaged in polite conversation.

“Good. Great. Why?”

“Don’t even pretend

“She’s uh, dating young Peter Mills” Matt nods scrunching the paper his burger had come in into a small ball.

“That sneaky little bastard, good for him, and Brett?”

“Good too.” Matt nods “How bout yourself, you seeing anyone?”

“Nah no one serious”

“You heard about Curtis right?”

“Yeah. Um, is Voight behind it?”

“I have no idea. I mean the kid was in a gang but still” he raises his hand, Curtis was a good kid that knew some bad people, he didn’t deserve what had happened to him

“That doesn’t make any difference in terms of Voight’s case right?”

“Apparently there’s a dismissal hearing today, and the union is pushing hard for entrapment. All I know is I can’t get sucked into it again”

 

 

At the firehouse, Herrmann was in the kitchen making coffee as he listened to Otis tell him about his idea for drink coupons at Molly’s

“It’s called a loss leader, okay? It get’s people in the door. Once they’re inside, they keep spending.” Otis explains

“I’m already confused alright. It’s a bar not the New York stock exchange”

“It’s actually not that complicated Herrmann” Matt pipes in as he walks away with two cups of coffee in his hands, he puts one down in front of Sylvie before walking into his office. Leslie gives Sylvie a side glance tainted with a smirk as Sylvie takes a first sip at the coffee.

“Well we have a soft opening in a week, and we don’t even have our decorations up yet” Herrmann adds

“Call it a drink special. I don’t care” Otis shrugs as Boden walks in and announces his presence

“Okay everybody listen up. In light of recent events…. Recent allegations rather… personnel division had flagged this house for sexual harassment sensitivity training”

“Uh Chief? I think actually its sexual harassment and sensitivity training cos the way that you just said it, it makes it sounds like we have to be sensitive toward sexual har-“ Joe begins to explain but is met with a glare from the chief, thankfully the wrath of Boden is diminished when Kelly and Mouch walk in to the firehouse from the hearing, Boden walks out to meet the two of them as silence fills the common room. Herrmann paces around for a moment before speaking up

“Alright what the hell, this house needs it. Alright listen up everybody, CFD special okay? Happy hour price all night long when Molly’s opens” the whole room launches into a round of applause for the new bar owner.

Truck 81, Squad Three. Engine 51. Ambulance 61. Car accident. 3464 Morgan Street.

Everyone begins to jog out to the apparatus floor to get on the move to the car accident when Boden pulls Matt aside

“Casey, I just heard from the state's attorney. Voight's out.”

“All right. Yeah.” Matt nods not thinking twice before running out to join the rest of his team. When they arrive at the scene a police officer is waiting for Boden

“What's the story here?” Boden asks

“We got two people stuck.”

“What happened?”

“Driver got shot and lost control. Word is this is the guy that shot Curtis. Retaliation hit.” Kelly and Matt approach the car that had gone through a shop front window as the wheels continued to turn, Kelly warns his friend to be careful as Matt peers in through the window

“He's pinned in. Foot's stuck on the gas.” Matt explains as he hears screams coming from underneath the car where a woman is trapped underneath the car, piles of bricks from the destroyed shop were surrounding her and her head was bleeding.

“Hey, stand clear of the car! Second victim's underneath.” Boden orders

“Go. Capp, Hadley, air bags and halligans! Cruz and Dawson, we need bottle Jacks and cribbing. As much as we have. Mouch, take the center punch. Herrmann, Sawzall, let's move.” Matt orders as he approached Leslie and Sylvie

“What do we got?” Leslie asks

“Looks like a perforating head injury. The driver's still alive. You're gonna have to move fast.” Matt explains as he runs off in the direction of Truck 81.

Squad three begin to lift the car and move the woman out from underneath with little hassle before truck 81 pick up the backboard and begin to carry the woman out to the ambulance. They then change directions and begin to extract the driver from inside the car by smashing the back windscreen. Kelly turns the car motor off

“He's got a pulse. Barely.” Leslie says as they begin to push the driver away from the scene in the direction of the ambulance, in passing Sylvie quickly mumbles to Matt

“Did I hear right? Voight's out?” she asks  but doesn’t receive a response from Matt fast enough as she and Leslie are already piling the man into the ambulance and driving away.

In the distance Kelly was behind the squad truck letting everyone else finish overhauling the scene as he took his phone out to check his emails, he instead opens the contacts app and his finger hovers over Tara’s name, he is about to press call when Mouch walks around the corner.

“You're not doing what I think you're doing, are you?” he asks

 “What if I just meet her face-to-face and...”

“Do not contact this woman, you hear me? We have a follow-up interview tomorrow, and we have the upper hand right now. Okay?”

 

Sylvie and Leslie push the driver of the car into the hospital where they are greeted by a doctor

“Single gunshot to the head through and through. Entrance is at the cheek.” Leslie explains

“Pressure?” the doctor asks

“50 over 30.”

“Get him into six.” The doctor calls to a nurse as the two paramedics let go and make their way over to the nurses station to begin filling in paperwork

“I told you that Tara chick was bad news... now look.” Leslie shakes her head

“So there's no way that Severide could have gotten you know… a little too frisky with her?”

“Against her will? No way.”

“Well, what's Severide saying?”

“Not much. Whenever he gets this look on his face, I just steer clear and let him figure it out. 'Cause me trying to fix it never does any good. She's not gonna get away with this, is she?”

“Absolutely not no way, not if Severide is telling the truth” Sylvie shakes her head earnestly before looking around the emergency department for a familiar face

“She's not here.” Leslie says

“Who?”

“Hallie.”

“I'm not looking for Hallie.” Sylvie insists

Back at the firehouse everyone was seated in the briefing room as a man in a suit and tie stood at the front writing on the whiteboard -nice slacks  the board read as the man repeated the phrase out loud

“Nice slacks! Acceptable compliment? Yes, no, or depends.” The man says, from the back of the room Herrmann speaks up

“I don't think people call them slacks anymore.” He says as the room erupts in laughter

“Oh, come on, come on. No, you know what I mean. Pants, dungarees, whatever.”

“Depends.” Joe says seriously

“On? What part of the pants?”

“Exactly. A female coworker is standing in front of you... "Nice pants," is acceptable. Walking away from you, no way, Jose. And why not?”

“Isn't it kind of obvious?” Herrmann laughs

“Look, I know all this new political correctness-type deal is a head-spinner, 'cause it was a little more loosey-goosey back in the day. I mean, hell, when I first started working for the city you'd walk into some locker rooms, they'd have hustler centerfolds taped up. You do that nowadays, ninjas drop from the ceiling and will airlift your ass right out of there.”

“Tell me about it. When I started there was this guy, Eric Weinburger... and if it was somebody's birthday, he would walk around with his testicles hanging out of his fly...” Herrmann jokes

“Okay. Okay! Look, tap the brakes, pal. That's what I'm talking about.” The Human resources manager warns as he gets back to the topic he had come to the firehouse to discuss. While this was happening, Matt stood in Boden’s office with Antonio Dawson next to him

“Voight's got a condo in Myrtle Beach. And there's a good shot he threatens to sue the department for wrongful prosecution, settles for a chunk of change and then goes to play golf year round. That's according to my buddy who used to work for Voight. He's dirty, but he ain't stupid. He knows he dodged a bullet on this one. And with his son already doing a year, there's no way he's gonna come after you again.”

“That's what they told me right before he tried to have my skull cracked open.”

“You'll keep up apprised, won't you, Antonio?” Boden says breaking up the argument between the two men before it had a chance to start

“Of course.” Antonio nods before leaving the firehouse, Boden calls Matt back to stay for a second

“Casey. Do not get drawn back into this.” Boden warns before letting him go. When Matt leaves Boden’s office, Gabby pulls him aside, she tells him about a voicemail that Voight had left on her phone

“Are you gonna call him back?”

“I mean, gonna I guess I have to.”

“Want me to?”

“No. No, no, no. But that's really nice of you to offer.”

“You let me know. And we're cool. No matter what you do. I don't want us going down the same road we did last time and not talking to each other for a month. You're too important to me for that.”

“Thanks. I feel the same way. Which is why I wanted to bring you in the loop. So that you didn't think I was scheming with Voight or anything behind your back.”

“Dawson, I'm serious though. You try to deal with Voight on your own, you'll end up in quicksand.”

“Okay.” Gabby nods, her voice is barely above a whisper when the Human resources manager emerges from the briefing room

“Can I borrow you two for a second?” he brings them into the briefing room and explains to them the roleplaying activity, Matt would read sentences off a piece of paper and Gabby would respond the way she normally would

"You look very nice today." Matt says

"Thank you."

"A bunch of us are gonna get some beers after work. Care to join?"

 "Sure, yeah. That sounds fun." Gabby smiles, Matt turns to the coordinator asking if he should continue the activity to which the man says he should, Leslie was sitting in the front row of tables in between Kelly and Sylvie, she leans over to Sylvie and says

“That’s gotta suck for you” she mumbles but Sylvie slaps her arm in return and tells her to keep her voice down

"Have you been going to the gym?"

"Um, yeah, you know, here and there. Not as much as I'd like."

"Because your physique looks really good."

"Well, thank you. That's really nice of you." The coordinator stands between them and tells them to stop

“Now freeze it. Freeze it. What did we talk about behavioral modifiers?”

“I think he means stop the role-play.” Matt mumbles to Gabby so she straightens her posture and turns to the human resources manager

“Matt should not be making comments about Gabby's body. We know that. But Gabby should not be accepting compliments about her body from Matt.” Kelly’s phone begins to buzz and he stands up to take the call, the human resources manager then decides that with the absence of the prime target audience of this presentation now would be a good time for lunch to which everyone cheers and stands up from their desks leaving their handouts on the desks to be forgotten.

 

Kelly stood outside a building and when he caught sight of the blonde girl he made his way over to her

“I just wanted to talk, you know. Human being to human being.”

“I don't want to talk about the other night. It's still so painful.”

“Tara, come on. We were both there. And if I said something that offended you...”

“Look, IAD is pushing me to file a police report. And despite what happened, I'm not interested in making this a criminal case.”

“For what? Look me in the eye. Tell me what I did.”

“But there is another option. If you apologize on record, it's called an alford plea. You won't be admitting guilt, but we could both... avoid the embarrassment of reliving this in public.”

“You're crazy.”

“I knew I shouldn't have agreed to meet you.” Tara says walking away.

 

Gabby stood outside talking to Antonio about the Voight situation, Antonio tells his sister that he will take care of it but Gabby declines and tells him she can call him to see what he wants and warns him not to do anything crazy, but before the conversation can go any deeper, the bells go off. Truck 81, Engine 51, Squad 3, Ambulance 61. Overturned tanker. Eleanor and Fuller.

“Squad's set to pull the driver out. We just need engine to get some water on this fire so we have some clearance.” Kelly says to Boden but he disagrees

“This first tank is leaking sodium hydroxide. We have an active chemical spill. That is a negative on the water. That's going to spread the spill out even further. We need to get foam on this fire... and masks on!” he orders as the  driver begins to cry for help.

 Squad three. Suit up for rescue. Call in Hazmat. Hang on in there! We're gonna come and get you! Battalion 25 to dispatch, we need the closest available foam engine to Bridgeport right now. We are on Eleanor and Fuller.” Boden says Copy that, 25.

“Chief, where's our foam?”

“We're working on it, Casey.” Dressed in full hazmat suits Kelly and the other members of squad three make their way over to Boden, they tell him that they’re ready to go and rescue the driver

“That diesel fire's impinging on that tanker. It's getting ready to blow! You can't go in yet.”

“Driver's gonna get burned inside and out if he stays in there much longer.” Matt warns to the others

“Where the hell is that engine?” Boden complains. They eventually rescue the man out of the truck and then head back to the firehouse where they line up to sign the success forms from the Sexual Harassment seminar, Joe shakes the hand of the human resource manager apologising in the event they were difficult to teach.

“Not at all. Fully aware that you work 24 hour shifts together and you see the things that you see. And there should be consideration for that. You just have to be careful, or you can find yourself in a real predicament.” The man explains, Boden reinforces the message as the human resources manager looks over to Joe who is polishing a nozzle. “Still using the Elkhart brass nozzles, I see. Is that a 75/100?”

“Yeah, how you know about nozzles?” Joe asks curiously

“Ah, I took the CFD exam. Back when dinosaurs roamed the earth. Made it all the way through, then got dinged on the last day.”

“What happened?” Boden asks

“Color blind. What are you gonna do? It all worked out.” He hands the nozzle back to Joe as Herrmann stands up.

“You know what's gonna work out on my end? Molly's bar. This thing takes off we're gonna brand it, franchise it. We're gonna have Molly's Kansas City, Molly's Des Moines...”

“Easy, tiger. Let's get this one off the ground first.” Gabby says as she took a mouthful off cereal. Sylvie who had just finished her cereal stood up and brought her bowl over to the kitchen when Hadley decided that whilst standing in front of the coordinator of a sexual harassment seminar, he would wolf whistle at Sylvie, it wasn’t the first time this had happened but Sylvie frequently had just shrugged his advances off and moved on with his day, but today Matt Casey had decided he had enough of his actions and marched up to his face grabbing him by the collar and threatening to punch him, this sent the rest of the firehouse into a tailspin and Kelly Severide stood between the two men to break the fight up Boden yells and demands to see Hadley, Matt, Sylvie and Kelly in his office, Sylvie was standing to the side between Leslie and Gabby as they held her hands tightly and reassuringly.

“Hadley. Are you out of your damn mind. You can’t make sexual advances toward a woman repeatedly, especially after she has declined your offer AND in the presence of a human resources manager!” Kelly reprimands his firefighter who turns back to Kelly

“Look whose talking! In case I’m mistaken, you’re the reason we had that damn seminar in the first place!”

“No, no, no What you did, was so far beyond that, that if you can’t tell the difference, you are dumber than you look this house, was already under a microscope, you really couldn’t put that together? You are so lucky Brett is not filling out an incident report” Boden explains

“Not to mention knocking your teeth out” Matt mumbles under his breath

“Did I not apologise?” Hadley turned to Sylvie who was seated between Leslie and Gabby, both of their hands were on each of Sylvie’s knees reassuringly

“Don’t you dare talk to her!” Leslie bites

“Actually no. you didn’t apologise, in fact you haven’t apologised once for the past 2000 if not more times you have asked me out, made me feel uncomfortable in the work place or literally grabbed my ass! Boden’s right you’re damn lucky I’m not filling out an incident report and that’s because I don’t want to deal with it anymore. I just want to move on with my life and forget it ever happened!” she yelled standing up and etching a step closer to Hadley with each word she spoke

“He’s coming in” Matt says as the human resources manager opens the door and lets himself into Boden’s office

“I’m sorry that happened to you Brett, how are you feeling” he says to Sylvie

“I’m fine” she insists folding her arms over her chest

“I told my boss that the course work was complete here, but I have a good mind to ring him back and tell him you all need to recomplete this course and take a second mandatory course entitled what to do when you feel uncomfortable in the workplace

“I can assure you that I will deal with all of this in-house” Boden nods

“How exactly?” The man asks which is when Boden tells Hadley that he no longer had a place at 51. Hadley begins to yell about how he didn’t deserve this course of action before storming out into the locker room. Hadley is packing his belongings into a box when Boden joins him in the space

“Look, anybody asks, I'll tell them you wanted a change of scenery. A lot of guys like to float from house to house as it is.”

“You know, if I had known that the women in this firehouse were only interested in lieutenants, I would have taken the test a long time ago”

“Don’t you dare talk about my women like that” Boden says before leaving him alone.

 

Kelly was looking intently at his cap as he sat in the waiting room, Mouch then emerged from the room with Tara and her Lawyer following behind them. Kelly stands up and asks Mouch what happened.d

“You may be asked to go back in, so sit tight. I told you not to contact her.”

“Fine, I screwed up.”

“Big time. Now they're looking into your history.”

“Of?”

“Other women you've... banged on the job.”

“What?”

“Remember Nicki Rutkowski?”

“What about her?”

“Her name came up. Did it end bad?”

“No! We slept together a couple times, and she went on her merry way. Ask her.”

“Oh, they're going to. Unreal.” Mouch stands up and once again leaves Kelly alone in the waiting room to ponder his own life decisions.

 

Matt walked around Hallie’s new apartment and noted how much natural light was let into the place, this was uncommon for a home in this neighbourhood and it had Matt’s construction brain ticking overtime.

“The new place is very, uh, zen.”

“I'm hardly here.” Hallie pours Matt a glass of red wine and hands it to him, he thanks her as she toasts to new beginnings. Matt then hands Hallie a box

Well, uh, this is all your stuff. Just some pictures and jewellery.”

“And here's yours. Pictures and Blackhawks memorabilia.”

“I was wondering where all that went.”

“You know, I found this contract that we both signed after we had that argument about where to spend Christmas.” Hallie says, earning a huge grin to grow on Matt’s face and Hallie already knew the answer to her next question

“Do you remember it?” she smirks

“I do. Yeah.” He nods “Let's always keep the fighting clean and the s*x dirty.” Hallie puts her glass of wine down and breaks into laughter before kissing her ex fiancé deeply.

 

Back at the court Kelly stood at a vending machine waiting for his packet of Vitners chips to drop down the chute when a familiar face appears next to him earning a confused look on Kelly’s face as he pulled the sour cream and onion chips out of the machine

“I.G. office on a Tuesday afternoon. That can't be good. Just remember, squeakiest wheel always wins around here.” Voight nods to Kelly as he put money into the vending machine

“Looks like it.”

“You're Benny Severide's kid, huh?”

“That's right.”

“Ol' Benny.” Voight shakes his head remembering the man “I'll be seeing you around.”

“Yeah, I don't plan on making it out to Myrtle Beach anytime soon.”

“Well, neither do I. I just got reinstated.” Voight smirks taking his chips and walking out of the court

 

 

 

Kelly immediately races to the firehouse to inform Matt of the news he had heard.

“Where on the job?” Matt asks

“Don’t know, he didn't say.”

“God, has the world gone crazy? What the heck's going on?” Sylvie sighs

“I know. Tell me about it.” Kelly nods

“Well, they'll just park him somewhere behind a desk, right? Let him collect a paycheck for nothing. I mean, if I'm CPD, that's what I would want.” Gabby says

“That's got nothing to do with it. It's what Voight wants.” Matt folds his arms

“Damn it. Maybe I should have just played ball with him.” Gabby says pacing back and forth in the hallway

“No, absolutely not.” Matt shakes his head

“But now I'm on his enemy list?” the group goes silent as a man walks though the hallway down toward Boden’s office. Sylvie turns to Kelly and asks

“Who's that?” she asks

“Nicki's dad.”

 

Mr Rutkowski knocks on Boden’s office door as the Chief grins when he sees him shaking his hand happily

“What brings you out?” Boden asks

“I guess that Severide character’s got himself in a bit of a pickle huh”

“How'd that get on your radar?”

“Well, the girl he attacked, her lawyer contacted me.”

“Attacked? Since when do you believe everything lawyers tell you?”

“Yeah, well, regardless, I guess they want my account of events. They're looking to establish a pattern of behavior. And I wanted you to hear it from me first out of respect for our friendship.”

“Hear what?”

“How I came here to pick Nicki up, and I saw him guiding her out of that change-out room after doing God knows what. How she came home in tears after being over at his apartment. How she broke off her engagement with a guy I happened to like. And how Nicki came in and quit her job and ran off to Europe, and she hasn't been able to get her life back on track since.”

“Al, I spoke to him. Nothing happened.”

“No, he was screwing around with a subordinate on the job. My daughter. And shame on me for not having made a bigger stink of it back then, because now it looks like a girl got hurt.”

“Al, I know you're pissed at him, but if you, as a Chief in the department, if you go forward with your beef, you will sink him.”

“Do you really believe that he didn't push that girl up against the wall because she didn't want to be another notch on his belt?”

“We go way back. I'm going to vouch for Kelly Severide.”

“Yeah, well, like I said, I want you to hear it from me.”

“Please don't do this. I already did. They have my statement.”

“Yeah. Nice knowing you, Al.”

Ambulance 61, fallen person. 1610 Kedzie Street.

When Leslie and Sylvie arrive to the scene a young boy no older than ten comes up to them

“Hurry, I think my dad's sick.”

“What's your dad's name?” Sylvie asks

“Terrence. I'm Patrick. And that's Buddy.” The kid says as the two paramedics walk inside and are met with a snake, they take a deep breath and step back, Sylvie pulls the boy back and the three of them head out the house

“What about my dad? Something's wrong with him.”

 “Patrick, how long since that snake bit your dad? Patrick?” Sylvie asks

“My dad says not to tell anyone about Buddy. We're not supposed to have him.”

“How long, sweetie?” Sylvie repeats the question

“Ten minutes.”

“Okay, I'm gonna call animal control. What kind of snake is it?” Sylvie asks asks as she begins dialling the number for animal control

“Rhino viper. He got out of his cage.”

“We gotta go back in there.” Leslie says

“Shay are you out of your mind. I know I grew up on a farm but at no point did I agree with the statement playing with large poisonous animals is fun”

“I know. But god only knows what rhino viper venom does to a person okay? We can’t wait on animal control. He might not even have thirty minutes. Patrick, hi, um, what does your dad use to handle Buddy?” Leslie asks.

“The hook.” Patrick responds as the two paramedics make their way into the house, Leslie in front of Sylvie. Patrick hands the snake hook to Leslie as she sikes herself up to make her way over to the snake but before she does she hands the hook to Sylive

“Here. You do it. I can't.”

“For Christs sake” Sylvie takes the hook in her hand and picks up the snake as though she had done it a thousand times before  and shoves the snake in the bathroom slamming the door shut behind her, Leslie quickly makes her way over to Terrance and loads him into the ambulance faster than they ever had before. Sylvie reaches her hand out to help Patrick into the ambulance

“Is he gonna be okay?” Patrick asks looking at his dad who was unconscious, his arm was purple and so was his neck

“He'll be okay.” Sylvie reassures him.

 

Back at the firehouse, Mouch stood staring at the left over writing on the whiteboard as Kelly walks into the briefing room

“What's up?” Kelly asks wondering about Mouch’s mysterious text message

“Uh, a couple things. Internally, Tara's not gonna be acting on the charges.”

“What do you mean, internally? Are the charges dropped or not?”

“Well, that's where it gets complicated.”

“She's been reinstated as commander of operations at field division headquarters.” Boden pipes up

“Promoted?”

“IAD felt an administrative post might be a better fit for her.”

“For a liar?”

“IAD lacked the sufficient amount of confidence needed to disprove her claim, so they wanted to move quickly to have this go away.” Mouch says

“Great! You know what? Make her the Queen of England, I don't care. Are we done?”

“No. Because of Chief Rutkowski's rather incendiary statement, the I.G. has sustained Tara's allegations. They're kicking the case up to the State's Attorney's office.” Mouch says

“Meaning what?”

“Meaning they will review it. And if they feel there's a case, they'll file charges. Criminal charges.” Mouch says as Kelly throws his face in his hands as he sits on one of the desks

“You need to get an attorney, Kelly. You need to be ready.” Boden nods

“Listen... this is not coming from me. But it was put out there that if you did apologize for what she's claiming, it might go a long way towards...” but Kelly Severide didn’t want to hear Mouch’s words he stormed out of the briefing room in the direction of the bathroom making eye contact with Leslie who had just arrived back from the snake call on the way, Leslie follows him into the room and sees him flushing water in his face as she stands next to him quietly

“I walked her to the door.” Kelly insists looking into the mirror

“We're gonna fight this. We're gonna be all right.” Leslie insists

“I don't trust anyone in this world other than you.” He says as Herrmann and Joe join him and Leslie in the bathroom

“Hey, buddy. We heard. No one can believe it. Look, we're doing our soft opening tonight. Maybe you want to come down, tie one on, be around your friends.” Herrmann says

“I'm not up for it.” Kelly shakes his head trying to swallow the lump in his throat before anyone could see that the lieutenant was almost in tears.

“No. Of course. All right. Hang in there, man.” The two men then leave the bathroom once more.

 

It was the opening night for Molly’s and Gabby couldn’t be more excited as she carried a tray of tea towels out into the bar

“This is it, you guys.”

“Ready or not.” Otis closes his Macbook and makes his way over to the two coowners

“I got jitters, I ain't gonna lie.” Herrmann says pacing around the room one more time

“This is probably, like, the craziest, riskiest, insanest thing any of us has ever done.” Gabby says

“And for Herrmann, that's saying something.” Otis laughs

“But if nothing else, I have had so much fun spending all those days off and all the wee hours building Molly's with you guys. And I know that you guys have heart because I saw it when you put it in the business, and I just want you to know that I consider you guys family. You're my brothers.” Gabby says sincerely as she messily poured three shots spilling alcohol onto the top of the bar before it had even officially opened.

“Wow. You're beautiful. I know it's been a tough couple of shifts for everybody. But that is why this place is gonna rock tonight. Because we're gonna put aside our worries, and we're just gonna have a good time.” The three take their shots and toast ‘to Molly’s’ when Otis stops and thinks for a moment

“Does it sound like we're saying, "tamales"?”

“What... who cares? This place is gonna rock!” Herrmann says

“I hope so, 'cause I'm a little concerned about the number of hits we're getting on Facebook.” Otis starts, Gabby rolls her eyes as Otis continues on his tangent about how Molly’s Facebook page isn’t getting as much traffic as he would have liked/

“Will you please celebrate the moment, for God's sake.” Herrmann whines when Otis raises his shot glass once more and accentuates his pronunciation when he says

“To Molly's.” as they all take the shots

Kelly and Peter Mills were in the boxing ring that night as Kelly was trying to burn off the energy of his stressful day, first he faced charges from Tara Little, then one of his men lost their job, and finally he faced criminal charges from not only Tara but now also Nicki, well Nicki’s father but that didn’t make him any less angry as he hit Peters boxing gloves harshly, Peter began to yell, egging him on to try harder.

 

Molly’s was full that night as Leslie and Sylvie sat at the bar together

“Hey. I cannot stop thinking about Tara being promoted”

“I know! I mean you saw the way she froze on calls, I understand that there was no way she would be a paramedic for long but promoted? I’m as shocked as you are. At least we don’t need to worry about seeing her ever again”

“Oh, if I do, I'm gonna drop her. Not joking.” Leslie nods seriously as she turned around to see Hallie and Matt

“When did that happen?” she asks Sylvie

“Good for them.” Sylvie says as she chugs the rest of her drink and orders another one. The whole bar goes silent when Voight walks in

“Cop walks into a bar.” Herrmann says

“Wow. It's a nice place. Congratulations. Voight says looking around, he nods to Boden and then proceeds to make an announcement

“Listen, there's been a lot of bad blood between cops and firemen in this district. Since we're all gonna be working together, I want to be the first to put it all behind us. This round's on me.”

“So what was that about?” Gabby asks Antonio who was standing beside her

“You wouldn't believe me if I told you.”

“What?” she asks again

“He was promoted to Sergeant, and he's running the Intelligence Unit.”

“You're in the Intelligence Unit.”

“Don't I know it.” Antonio says and his eyes turn to Voight who was talking to Matt and Hallie

“I want to apologize. To you both. It got way out of hand. You know, as it turns out my son needed to hit rock bottom. Prison has certainly provided that. I just want to say I'm sorry. And I am looking forward to working with you, Lieutenant.”