#squadthree

alabaster   canines   emerge   from   behind   cherry’d   tiers   ,     ‘   oh   ,    that’s   how   we’re   playing   now   ?   ’     glass   presses   to   coaster   already   blanketed   in   moisture   ,    hand   resting   ‘pon   bar   top   .     ‘   you   know   how   hectic   this   case   has   been   ,    kelly   ,   ’     but   grin   blossoms   ,    fingers   a   delicate   shadow   over   his   knuckles   .     ‘   so   ,    tell   me   ,    what   do   i   have   to   do   pull   information   about   today’s   activities   at   51   outta   you   ?   ’     tone   is   tantalizing   -   sweet   ,    whilst   pools   of   cerulean   are   vigilant   .

      ❪     @squadthree    says    ,     this    long    ,     no    see    ?     you    don't    get    to    know    .     ❫

                   ❝     bobby   nash,   for  sure   —   have  you  seen  the  size  of  his  biceps ?!     ❞          she's   kidding,   mostly.       

stella found kelly at a bar, molly's in his district. he was . . . wasted wasn't even a strong enough word to describe him. it was like he was trying to actually drown himself in liquor. so she took the shot that was placed in front of him, downed the amber liquid in one drink and slammed it down on the table all before he even realized she was there. and then he started blubbering about dreams. he thought he was hallucinating her. good. maybe that was for the better. because she didn't know how to deal with a severide reunion quite yet. she just wanted to get him home. but not to his place. she had heard enough about everything to strike his own apartment out as a landing pad. instead, she took him to hers.

buck  would  like  to  know  how  he  took  over  a  candidate's  job  thanks  (  he  doesn't,  he  would  rather  cook  than  he  would  ever  eat  anything  cruz  makes  ).

it's not the first time she has gotten a late night call about a new case, and since kelly was on call, it's not like she has anything better to do anyways. tho, there was a child involved, she doubts she'd sit at home even if he was off work. heels softly click against the hospital floors as she walk into the ward, stopping my the nurses station to ask for his name. and when shown into the room by one of the nurses, eyes drift from the empty bed she expected him to be in, and to the couch where someone very familiar was sitting, a sleeping boy curled up next to him. and for a moment she just takes it in. for someone who was pretty sure kids weren't in her future, not her own anyways, her friends had plenty by now, but this kinda stirr something in her chest. something they haven't quite talked about yet, something big and permanent and not as scary as she might have thought it would be.

" hi, " keeps her voice low as to not wake the boy as she walks further into the room, her handbag put down on the floor, hands flatten down the front of her skirt, before sitting down across from them, leaning forward and arms wrap around her knees. a little less rigid than what she would usually be in a situation like this. the boy, jake, it was good to see he felt safe enough to fall asleep, if only for a few moments. that he'd found a safe harbor of sorts, when his life as he knew it was falling apart. " how is he ? "

her mouth still taste bloody and muddy, even after drinking some water. and there's a headache fast approaching, one that's probably going to stay a couple of days. along with some newly aquired cuts and bruises on face and body, she isn't feeling too hot. pretty sure on of the EMT's fished out leafs and twigs from her hair earlier, dirt on knees and elbows. with the promise of going to the ER however, she wasn't taken there with the victim. and she needs to go back to the office, do some paper work before doing as promised. not that she think there is going to be much for them to do. clean up a bit, take some painkillers, and she'll be good to go. head turn to see who's approaching, before body follow as his voice reach her, brow raise ever so little, corner of lips kick up a bit. it's almost a little amusing. " oh, i wouldn't worry, he's already in cuffs and on the way to a holding cell, "