A/N: So I am totally obsessed with #Brettonio and it's only from watching that one bar scene at Molly's, so since I can't get them out of my head, I decided to just let the ideas flow.. this is the result. Originally posted on Tumblr.
Gabriela Dawson threw her jacket onto her couch, appalled by what had occurred at Molly's, only a few hours ago.
She had supported Antonio through his divorce, after Laura left him but understood the difficulty of living with someone who constantly put themselves in danger. After all, she had faced the same difficulty with Casey, and although she had accomplished her dream to be a firefighter, it wasn't fair on Louie.
Maybe it was too soon?
Maybe it was because it was Sylvie: her friend, her roommate.
Maybe it was because after everything, she wanted them both happy?
Gabi took a deep breath, and rearranged her face when Sylvie stumbled inside the doorway, banging her clutch against the door, adamant she had 'no feelings whatsoever' for Antonio.
"You were flirting, right in front of me."
Sylvie shut the door.
"I was merely entertaining his very flattering response.." she answered, untangling herself from her clutch chain, and kicking off her heels. "I mean, he's usually quite broody, a man of few words at the best of times.."
Gabi went to get coffee, her head pounding from the two extra shots she'd guzzled down to forget the whole incident.
"He's divorced," Gabi muttered, like that was an excuse.
"So am I," Sylvie shrugged.
She sat on the bench stool, massaging her sore feet.
"Besides, what if I did like Antonio? Hypothetically speaking?"
Sylvie's pressing look made Gabi uncomfortable.
"He's my brother, I want him to be happy," she mumbled.
Gabi poured two coffees, watching the liquid spill around the inside of the cups.
Sylvie reached for her cup.
"I could make him happy…." she whispered, then fell silent.
Gabi hadn't seen Antonio act like a lovesick fool since he was seventeen.
Maybe, she realised, it wasn't a bad thing.
Sylvie hypnotised him and it wasn't fair to deny their happiness.
"I don't want you to get hurt," she added, understanding her hesitance.
Sylvie burnt her lip on the coffee, a regular occurrence.
"Son of a…I'm fine," Sylvie stressed, dabbing her tongue against her lip.
Gabi smiled, picturing her two favourite people in the world together.
It would take some getting used to.
"I'm a paramedic, and he's a Detective, we face dangers everyday, and I know you're just looking out for us, but you don't have to worry, I'll take good care of him," Sylvie promised, blowing on her coffee.
"I thought you said you didn't have any feelings for him?" Gabi prompted.
"I lied," Sylvie smirked into her coffee cup, chuckling at Gabi's expression.
A/N: Please review! :)