Hey everyone!

Firstly I want to apologise for the delay in 'It's never that simple.' I've been super busy as of late and have struggled to have time to write. But that update should be ready for you all in the next few days.

So I bet you're wondering why I've written this. Well it's been in my head ever since the FallFinale - which I'm still upset about - and I just had to write it.

I hope you enjoy this first chapter and that you're all interested enough to read more!

Thank you all for staying with me through this!

It's of course #Dawsey centric but has all characters in it, including PD characters.

Hope you enjoy!

Hannah.

oxoxox

Mills and Brett's disappearance has nothing to do with Lullo, but that's what their captor would like you to think. Because today brought the perfect opportunity for him, today everything fell into place, and he could finally take what he really wanted.

What he'd waited for months for.

He watched as she raced out the door of the apartment, almost slamming it behind her. He noticed how her face was red and puffy, her cheeks tear-stained, her eyes wet and upset. She hadn't been home long, maybe twenty minutes, but in that time she'd managed to change out of her uniform and cry endless tears.

His hands clenched around the steering wheel as he watched her, moving towards her car, wiping a shaky hand against her flushed cheeks. Not much longer, he told himself, not much longer until he could wipe away those tears himself.

Her car pulled off a few moments after she'd climbed inside and once a few seconds has passed, he pulled off in his simply ordinary car and followed.

They drove for fifteen minutes before she pulled up outside the Chicago Fire Department HQ. He parked a few cars behind hers and waited once more, as she walked quickly inside the busy building.

As he waited for her to return, his eyes intently watching the revolving doors, he thought about her. He remembered what she was wearing, dark jeans highlighting her stunning frame, a green sweater to keep out the cold, a black jacket that hugged her body. He wished he could hug her body.

He would soon.

He thought about how her hair was loose and curly, how her eyes glistened with sadness and how he wished to changed that, how her lips frowned. They would not frown when he kissed them.

He thought about the blonde and the black guy he had tied up in the basement. He guessed the drugs would be wearing off soon. It didn't matter, they were tied up. And no one could hear their yells. They're disappearance would keep the cops off his trail for a while. The firefighters too, they may not even notice she's missing for hours.

He was almost distracted by his thoughts of her and he nearly missed her coming out of the Fire Department. She climbed into her car once more, hugging pink papers to her chest as if they meant everything.

She pulled off, he assumed she was going home, she was heading in that direction. He followed. He knew a road that she would take, it was a quiet road. That's where he'd strike.

She turned onto that road. It was getting dark, but a few lights in houses of the street were turned on. He didn't have long.

He tightened his seatbelt and swerved the car, crashing into the back of hers and forcing it into a tree.

She remembers a fleeting pain in her head before she passed out.

He recovers from the impact for a moment before opening his car door. He walks towards her car. There was smoke coming from her engine, but his car was drivable. He opens her door. Her eyes are closed. There's blood on her forehead. He cuts the restraint of her seatbelt with the knife he brought. He slips his hands under her knees and back, cradling her unconscious body to his chest.

He feels her warm skin through the layers of their clothes. A rush of delight sears through him.

He hates that he must place her in the trunk, but it's the only way. He lays her down as gently as possible and her eyes do not flutter.

He kisses her hand before he closes the trunk. Sliding into his car once more he realises that he finally has her.

He's gone before the residents of the street can rush outside with their phones. They find an empty grey car crushed against a tree.

A phone rings on the passenger seat. A father of two who peeks inside as his wife calls the police looks at the flashing screen.

Matt. 3 missed calls.

Antonio

From the almost frantic call I'd received from Matt, Peter Mills and Sylvie Brett, the newest EMT at 51, we're missing. Had been all day. They were taken from a scene. That's about as much as we have.

I told Matt to head to Lakeshore with the others after returning 81 to the firehouse. Boden's baby had been born, but was in the ICU. I had no new information on that either. Jay, Erin and I headed to Lakeshore whilst Voight and the others headed to the scene. Jay thought Anthony Lullo was involved and the possibility was great. He'd been on Mills' case after his son died in 61's ambo and being the dangerous man he was, he'd want revenge.

When we got to the Lakeshore, we were greeted with the scene of a room full of firefighters, a scene I'd seen so many times before. I scanned the room, noticing that Gabby was missing. I made a note to call her soon. She and Matt have had some problems lately.

"Any news?" Severide says as he rises from his seat after noticing our arrival. The others look up too. Worried.

I shake my head, "Voight's at the scene. Nothing yet."

Their faces fall, "We'll find them," I assure, yet if Lullo was involved I wasn't sure what state we'd find them in.

"That punkass gangster has to be involved, he thinks Mills killed his son," Joe Cruz said, removing his hands from his pockets and shaking them to make his point.

"Have you seen Lullo since the other day when he ruffled Mills up?" Jay asked no one in particular.

Matt, who was half focused and half not, looked up, "Chief said Lullo turned up before shift. Mills said he apologised for his behaviour."

Jay didn't give a reaction, but we knew that if Lullo was sure about his revenge on Mills, his apology was unlikely to be genuine. Jay only nodded, "I'll call Voight," he said as he walked out the room.

"How long have they been gone?" Erin asked.

A few of them shrugged, "Could be anything from six to eight hours ago. We aren't sure," Matt answered flatly. My eyes narrowed slightly at him, something was wrong.

"Okay," Erin nodded, "We'll take it from here... We'll find them," she assured them again before going to join Jay.

"Any news of Chief's baby and wife?"

Severide rubbed the back of his neck, "Donna's okay... No word on Terrence."

I can only nod because I had an awful feeling dawned over me and then I knew that this was only the beginning of it.

In the hour that we waited with 51 I found out that Gabby had gone home. 'Sick' Matt had said. Sick my ass. I tried calling her, but I got no answer. Matt had already called three times and got just as much as I did. Maybe she was sick and sleeping.

After Jay called Voight he said that they'd be here in fifteen minutes. Almost an hour later and he still hadn't shown. Something was definitely wrong.

"You heard from Voight?" I asked Jay as he sat with Erin, murmuring quietly in the corner of the room. They both looked up and shook their heads, looking just as concerned as I felt.

I reached into my pocket for my cell when I heard multiple footsteps heading our way. A second later Voight and the others bar Olinsky turned into the room. His face gave nothing away. Everyone watched him and waited.

"Mills and Brett?" Cruz finally said after being tired of waiting for Voight to speak.

"No leads yet," he answered, but I could tell that there was more to say. Voight then looked specifically between Matt and I, and then I knew.

"Voight, what is it?" I demanded shakily.

He seemed to swallow before speaking again, "Gabriela is missing Antonio."

Matt flew to his feet, "What do you mean, missing? She went home-"

"Her car was forced off the road. Gabriela, and the car that hit her, wasn't at the scene," Voight answered solemnly and Matt, unable to do anything else, collapsed back into his seat and stared at his uncontrollably shaky hands.

The room seemed to come to the same worried and frightened conclusion, "Then whoever took Gabby took Mills and Brett too," I said and Matt, now able to react, stood up from his seat and stormed out of the room, eyes glassy with scared tears.

My sister was injured and kidnapped, at best. At worst? I couldn't bare to think about the worst.