Morgue entrance
Dawson: Hello, anybody?
Casey: Someone's coming. I can hear them.
Legist: Sorry about that, we had a...
Dawson: Gabriela Dawson. Uh, you called about a Jane Doe?
Legist: Yes, thank you for coming in. I just need some identification… And what is your relation to the deceased?
Dawson: Uh, I'm her friend.
Legist: Not next of kin?
Dawson: Look, you called me. Can I see the body or not?
Casey: Gabby, he's just doing his job.
Morgue
Legist: She was found in an alley. DOA.
Dawson: That's not my friend.
Legist: You sure?
Dawson: I'm sure. That is not Bria Jamison.
Casey: Track marks. Was it a drug overdose?
Legist: ME still needs to make his official determination, but...
Casey: Don't know this girl at all?
Dawson: I never saw her before.
Casey: So why did she have your card?
Dawson: I-I don't know. Can I see the card? That's Bria's purse.
Legist: There were no valuables inside. No money, no ID, no credit cards. It's like it was cleaned out.
Casey: You sure it's hers?
Dawson: Yeah, it's the one she went back to the clinic fire to get. I remember it… How did this girl end up with all of Bria's stuff?
Intelligence service
Antonio Dawson: H-E-C-H-T. Got it. Appreciate this. Thanks, Bobby. Okay, ran prints off the Jane Doe. She was in the system. A couple of shoplifting charges. Name's Carly Hecht. 19 years old.
Dawson: What do we know about her?
Antonio Dawson: A couple patrol officers visited her last known this morning. It was her boyfriend's place.
Dawson: Can I see the address?
Antonio Dawson: Gabby, what're you doing?
Dawson: This girl had Bria's stuff. I wanna know why.
Antonio Dawson: Look, you know I can't share information like that. But you're my sister, so, if I were to write down an address, and then turn my back... I didn't see that.
Dawson: And that's why you're my favourite brother. Thanks.
Antonio Dawson: Hey, how's Brett doing?
Dawson: She's good.
Antonio Dawson: Good.
Firehouse 51: locker room
Brett: Wow, Hazmat Zach already called. That was fast.
Kidd: Well, after the way you strong-armed him, he was probably scared to wait too long.
Brett: I did not strong-arm him. All I said was that you were single and he was all over it.
Kidd: Well, he asked me for dinner tomorrow night, to Sparrow.
Brett: Oh, I've read about that place. Sounds very cool.
Kidd: Mm-hmm. Not usually my jam, but I said I'd give it a try.
Brett: Admit it, you're excited.
Kidd: I've had a lot of bad dates this last year, so...
Brett: Just say it. "I'm excited."
Kidd: I'm cautiously optimistic. Oh, but he is an attractive gentleman.
Severide: Since when do you go for gentlemen?
Kidd: Since I decided to improve my standards.
Severide: That's a smart move.
Kidd: Don't I know it.
Brett: Come on, let's get to the cinnamon rolls before Connie does.
Casey: Hey. You got that text from Dawson, right?
Severide: Yeah, eventually.
Casey: It was a long night.
Severide: For me too. Dawson's not the only one who got close to Bria… Hey, I'm just glad it wasn't her in that morgue.
Casey: Yeah.
Kitchen
Mouch: Oh, hey, you know how Connie feels about fire tools inside the house.
Cruz: It'll only take a minute. I wanna connect a sledgehammer to a Halligan bar so one guy can set the Halligan into a doorjamb, and bang it into place all by himself.
Otis: Yeah, but those two things together are like 22 pounds.
Cruz: It's a tool for real men.
Mouch: I gotta say, it doesn't seem like it would work.
Herrmann: And if it did, wouldn't somebody have invented it by now?
Cruz: Hey, no one invented the computer until Bill Gates came along.
Otis: Bill Gates didn't... Anyway, that thing is hardly a computer.
Cruz: Nope, it isn't. It's a Slamigan.
Herrmann: Say that again. What... What're you calling this thing?
Cruz: The Slamigan.
Herrmann: We're gonna be rich.
Cruz: Who's "we"?
Otis: Yeah, and when did "we" decide this was a good idea?
Herrmann: When he named it The Slamigan.
Cruz: Okay.
All: Oh.
Otis: Slamigan indeed.
Mouch: It's all right. If at first you don't succeed...
Herrmann: I know, I know. This is gonna work. You just need to add a real hinge on and you know, a steel plate.
Cruz: Yeah, I guess I could get the torch out and just braze something together real quick.
Brett: No, a brazed joint won't be strong enough. You wanna MIG weld it… I grew up in a farm. When the cultivator threw a shank, who do you think fixed it?
Dawson: Hey, Brett, can we run a little errand?
Brett: Sure.
Building
Brett: Are you sure the police already notified the boyfriend?
Dawson: Yeah, Antonio said they were here this morning.
Brett: How is Antonio?
Dawson: He's good.
Brett: Good.
Dawson: Okay, here we are. 102… Aaron?
Apartment
Dawson: We're very sorry for your loss.
Aaron: Sh... Carly was, like, trying to stop using. She was tough enough to do it too.
Brett: Did she live with you?
Aaron: On and off.
Dawson: Aaron, do you know a girl named Bria?
Aaron: No. That's a... That's a weird name.
Dawson: Carly never mentioned it?
Aaron: Uh-uh.
Dawson: Are you sure? She's younger than Carly. Long, dark hair. They may have met recently.
Aaron: If it was from, like, last week or whatever, I wouldn't know anything about it. We had a big fight on Saturday, and then she just took off. And I... Never saw her after that.
Dawson: Any idea where Carly might've gone?
Aaron: Mm-mm… Maybe... Maybe Safe Harbour.
Brett: What's that?
Aaron: I-it's a shelter on West Jackson. That's the only place that Carly would've gone to. They just take teens.
Dawson: That's really helpful. Thank you. We'll check it out.
Aaron: I just watched her leave. I... And I didn't even try to stop her.
Dawson: Aaron, try to reach out to some friends or family, okay? You shouldn't be alone right now.
Radio: Ambulance 61. Woman in distress, 203 East Chestnut.
Brett: Copy that, 61, we're out.
Dawson: Take care of yourself.
203 East Chestnut, hallway
Concierge: Neighbours heard Mrs. Capizzi cry out, but no one answered the door. Apartment 3205. This way.
Dawson: Fire Department, Mrs. Capizzi?
Mrs. Capizzi: Get in here!
Concierge: Good luck with her.
Apartment
Mrs. Capizzi: Hurry, hurry up… The button is jammed. Help me! My hand, do something.
Brett: I'm gonna disconnect it.
Mrs. Capizzi: No, I'm still stuck. Ow, ow, be careful. An oyster fork fell and I thought I could grab it.
Brett: I think your ring is trapped on the side of the mechanism.
Mrs. Capizzi: Oh, my God, please don't let it be the Lorraine Schwartz.
Brett: Uh, just a little twist here.
Mrs. Capizzi: Ah. Ah. Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
Dawson: Oh, it's just a small laceration.
Mrs. Capizzi: Look at this, my engagement ring is damaged. When you twisted my hand to pull it out...
Dawson: Your ring is damaged 'cause you stuck your hand in a garbage disposal before shutting it off.
Mrs. Capizzi: Well, that disposal is clearly defective. You have no concept of the value of this ring… I shouldn't have been at the sink at all, but my housekeeper called in sick. Now my ring is scratched and I have to get stitches. It's just all so unfair.
Dawson: Unfair? Lady, less than half a mile from here is a shelter for kids who got nowhere to go. Kids who could be on the street or in a morgue or God knows where. Now that's unfair.
Brett: You drive. I'll stay in the back with Mrs. Capizzi.
Firehouse 51: Kitchen
Grissom: And from that day forward, he was always referred to as Brenda. A lot of people don't know that's how he got his nickname. They thought it was some kind of sex thing. I'm just saying. I wasn't there. Anyway, I gotta run. Uh, I expect to see you all there. You got your invites.
Mouch: We do. See you Friday, Chief Grissom.
Grissom: Okay. Anyone know, is Kelly around?
Kidd: He's, uh, right behind you.
Severide: Grizz.
Grissom: There he is.
Severide: What're you doing here?
Grissom: Oh, dropping these off. Wanna make sure your Chief gets 'em.
Severide: Right there.
Grissom: There he is. Wallace.
Boden: Chief.
Grissom: Casey. Or should I say Captain? Wow.
Casey: Good to see you, Chief Grissom.
Boden: What brings you to 51?
Grissom: Well, I think you've had my protégé here long enough. I came to reclaim him… I'm putting together a benefit dinner and silent auction for the 100 Club on Friday. All of 51's invited.
Boden: We're always here to support our fallen. I'll see to it that 51 represents.
Grissom: Thanks, Chief. All right, I gotta hit up some other houses. You walk with me?
Hallway
Grissom: Seriously, when are you coming back to 36? I sent you here for Squad experience. Didn't expect you to stay this long.
Severide: Well, you should've known I'd click with Boden. And what do you care anyway? Aren't you hanging up your axe in the fall?
Grissom: Don't remind me. Hey, let's get a couple of beers after shift, okay? Been way too long.
Severide: Yeah, sure, sounds good.
Grissom: All right.
Safe Harbor
Dawson: Hi, um, I'm looking for a friend of mine. Bria Jamison. I heard she might be here.
Receptionist: We don't give out information about our residents.
Dawson: Oh, I get it, um... It's... It's just that this is important. She's underage and it's an issue of her safety.
Receptionist: If she's here, she's safe. See the sign?
Dawson: My friend's things were probably stolen by a resident here, who later turned up dead from a drug overdose on the street, so "safe" is not the word that comes to mind.
Receptionist: We do the best we can under tough circumstances. Part of that is keeping our residents' information private.
Dawson: I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I know you do your best, and what you guys do here is very important. It's just... Um... I'm just worried… If you do see her, Bria Jamison, can you tell her that Gabby needs to know if she's okay? Please.
Receptionist: Residents here come and go. I wouldn't hold your breath.
Firehouse; garage
Capp: Am I the only one having a "Flashdance" flashback?
Otis: You're old.
Cruz: Here it is, you guys.
Mouch: The Slamigan.
Herrmann: Eh, patent pending.
Mouch: Let it cool off a little first.
Brett: No, it's good. That weld's a 70,000 psi tensile strength. Cruz won't break it.
Dawson: Damn, girl.
Cruz: Ah!
Herrmann & Mouch: Ooh.
Brett: Are you okay?
Cruz: Yeah, I'm good, ah.
Otis: "A tool for real men."
Herrmann: There's a... Mm. You got a little slop in the hinge.
Cruz: That's a design flaw. I'm gonna have to work on that.
Mouch: But don't make it too tight either. We don't want it binding.
Cruz: No, "we" sure don't.
Outside the firehouse
Dawson: Hey.
Bria Jamison: You can't tell anyone you saw me… And you can't make me turn myself in. They'll send me away.
Casey’s office
Dawson: I mean, I'm an approved foster parent. So I figure if I could petition DCFS to let me bere. Bria's temporary guardian until her dad gets out of rehab, they... They gotta at least consider it, right?
Casey: I would think so.
Dawson: I left Tina Cantrell a message, but you know how that place is. It could be a day or two before she calls me back… In the meantime, I want Bria staying at our place tonight. I know it's not 100% legit, until DCFS has approved, but... She can't go back out on the street.
Casey: Of course she can stay with us.
Dormitory
Bria Jamison: I can't believe you guys went looking for me. I'm so embarrassed about all this.
Severide: Don't be. Everybody needs help once in a while.
Bria Jamison: Even you?
Severide: Of course… When I was a kid, my dad put our family through some rough times. I was lucky. A friend reached out. I went to live with her for a while.
Bria Jamison: Did your dad get better?
Severide: Uh, not much. But your father, he's different. Trust me. More than anything, he wants to do right by you.
Bria Jamison: Maybe that's what your dad wants too. I think... Some people just can't change.
Severide: You're a smart kid, you know that?
Garage
Herrmann: Oh, hey, here we go. Version 2.0.
Mouch: How's she looking?
Cruz: Feels pretty solid. I drilled out a bigger hole on the sledge handle. Then we added a thicker bushing.
Herrmann: Uh, okay, Cruz, uh, give it a shot so I can get out of here.
Mouch: Oh, that's too bad. Slamigan would be a really great name.
Cruz: Drilled out too much wood. It weakened the handle. This is a dumb idea.
Brett: No, come on. You know how many Apollo missions there were before Apollo 11 put a man on the moon?
Cruz: Ten.
Brett: Point is, have a little faith in yourself, Cruz. Look, I don't have to be anywhere. Let's keep working on it.
Cruz: You sure?
Brett: Yeah.
Cruz: Cool.
Brett: You coming?
Cruz: Uh, yeah.
Offices
Connie: Chief, are you aware that Joe Cruz has been disrupting the firehouse with some personal project of his?
Boden: I'm aware that he's up to something.
Connie: Would you like me to put an end to it?
Boden: Why don't we just give it some time? Maybe it'll run its course. Severide, what is Joe Cruz up to?
Severide: Psh, I don't know. I'm staying out of it.
Boden: And what's this?
Severide: I, uh... I wrote a letter to DCFS in support of Dawson and Casey.
Boden: Good man, I was planning on doing the same thing. Hey, must've been a nice surprise seeing Chief Grissom, huh?
Severide: Yeah, yeah, it's, uh... It's been a while.
Boden: Well, I don't know if I told you, but he called me a couple of times a year to grill me. Make sure I'm treating you well.
Severide: Yeah?
Boden: Yeah.
Severide: Sorry about that. You know, my dad saved his life once. He dove through a collapsed roof and pulled him out of a fire. So when I got out of the Academy, Grizz made sure that I was assigned to his house.
Boden: Well, I don't mind him hounding me. Means they're looking out for you.
Severide: Yeah, yeah, he always has. You know, he's the reason I'm a firefighter. Benny, you know, pushed me in the direction, but I stayed because of Grizz. Built me up more than Benny ever did… Uh, I'm grabbing a beer with him later tonight.
Boden: Yeah, have a good catch up.
Severide: Yeah, yeah. I'll see you next shift.
Boden: Yeah, see you then.
Casey and Dawson’s apartment
Dawson: I made up your bed for you. And here's some extra blankets, and... Got some towels.
Bria Jamison: This is super nice.
Dawson: Yeah? I don't know about that, but... It's yours for now.
Bria Jamison: Do you really think the lady at DCFS will let me stay here until my dad's out?
Dawson: I do.
Bria Jamison: That would be awesome. Mostly 'cause we never got to finish that Crazy Eights championship at the hospital.
Dawson: Bring it on.
Sparrow
Kidd: How did you get a table at this place?
Zach: A friend of mine works in the kitchen.
Kidd: Ah.
Zach: Don't be fooled by the pretentious sounding food. It actually tastes good.
Kidd: Okay, so, here's the thing, Zach.
Zach: Uh-oh.
Kidd: I just have to ask you a few questions before we order and become fully committed to this date.
Zach: So right now you're just flirting with it.
Kidd: Well, yeah, this could be several hours of our time.
Zach: Why didn't you ask when we talked on the phone?
Kidd: 'Cause you would've thought I was rude.
Zach: Okay. All right, uh, ask away.
Kidd: Okay. Are you married?
Zach: Wait, why would I invite you on a date if I was... No. No, I'm not married.
Kidd: Do you take drugs?
Zach: No.
Kidd: Any mental illness?
Zach: Only when I get hungry.
Kidd: Uh-huh.
Zach: Stella, you brave fires for a living. Come on, man up, commit to this date, so I can order the Bone-In Ribeye.
Kidd: Fine. I will also have one of those.
Molly’s
Severide: So Boden says, instead of the medal, can I have my firefighters back? The ones that Chief Anderson has scattered all over the city?
Grissom: He says this to the mayor's guy?
Severide: Yeah, and it... And it worked. Anderson about blew a gasket. It was a thing of beauty.
Grissom: Good to see you again, Kelly.
Severide: Been too long.
Grissom: Here's the thing...
Severide: Uh-oh.
Grissom: As I hurdle towards retirement, I'm, uh... I'm looking around and I'm wondering, What have I done to leave the CFD better than I found it? That's why I'm... I'm... I'm more involved in charities. I'm also looking at the firefighters that have come up under me. How have they turned out?
Severide: You tell me, Grizz.
Grissom: Honestly?
Severide: Sure.
Grissom: I talk to your dad about you, Kelly.
Severide: Ah. And?
Grissom: He said that you... You had some setbacks, what with Riddle busting you down...
Severide: If you wanna know how I'm doing, just ask me.
Grissom: I am asking you. And you're telling me stories about a house that is always under siege from one quarter or another. You're telling me how you're running around with your paramedic friend helping some kid who's stealing drugs. While her husband buckles down and keeps his eye on the prize. Captain Casey, what do you know.
Severide: Casey's earned every good thing that's ever come his way.
Grissom: Eh, it's not him I'm worried about.
Severide: Where's this coming from?
Grissom: Look, I just thought you'd be further along now, Kelly. You just... You had so much promise.
Severide: Had?
Grissom: Look, all I meant was that you... Hell, I didn't mean anything. Damn, I gotta drop off a deposit at the ballroom or we're gonna lose the place.
Severide: I'll get the tab.
Grissom: No, not on my watch.
Severide: Grizz, I got it.
Grissom: Okay. I'll see you at the thing. I hope.
Severide and Kidd’s apartment
Severide: Hey, Stella. Do you wanna go out and grab a dr...
Kidd: Hey, Kelly.
Severide: Yo.
Kidd: Well... You know Zach, uh, he brought his Hazmat equipment to the firehouse on Friday.
Severide: Yeah, sure. How's it going?
Zach: Great.
Kidd: W-were you gonna ask me something?
Severide: No, no, I was just, um... Just stopped by to pick these up. Gonna meet some of the guys, grab a smoke. Later. Good to see you.
Kidd: Okay. Here you go.
DCFS
Dawson: The rehab place says he should be out as early as next week, and since we're already on file with DCFS as approved guardians...
Tina Cantrell: I'm afraid it's not that simple.
Casey: Why not?
Tina Cantrell: You'll need to reapply as temporary foster parents for this specific case. And that can take some time.
Dawson: That's ridiculous.
Tina Cantrell: I appreciate what you're trying to do, but it's gonna be hard to try to convince my boss to make special accommodations for a kid who has caused the department so much grief. They want her under supervision in a state-run foster facility.
Dawson: I mean, a... I said she could stay.
Tina Cantrell: Um... I'm sorry, but ultimately, DCFS is responsible for keeping her safe.
Casey: The only place Bria is guaranteed to be safe is... Is with us. Because that's where she wants to be… After all we did for Louie... All that we went through, I... I'm sure you can find a way to get your boss on board with this plan.
Tina Cantrell: I'll do what I can.
Firehouse 51: garage
Herrmann: Hey, how's about this? Any firefighter that comes into Molly's gets a free shot glass that says "Slamigan." Come on, it's good.
Otis: Uh... Is it done?
Mouch: Give it a try… Ho, ho, ho.
Cruz: Yeah, haha!
Mouch: As advertised.
Herrmann: Okay, all right, easy does it. It's one thing to breach a make-believe door in a controlled environment. It is another thing to execute a forced entry in a real-world emergency.
Brett: Would you pipe down? Just let Cruz enjoy his moment.
Herrmann: Wow, okay, no need to get snippy.
Cruz: Slamigan! Muah!
Dormitory
Dawson: Missed a lot of school. Is there anyone we can contact so you can catch up on your homework?
Bria Jamison: I was kind of hoping being a homeless runaway would get me out of homework.
Dawson: Nice try.
Casey: Phone was ringing. Tina Cantrell's name popped up. Went to voicemail before I could grab it.
Bria Jamison: What'd she say?
Dawson: Listen.
Tina Cantrell: Gabby, I wanted to let you know that DCFS has approved you and Matt as temporary guardians…
Bria Jamison: Oh, my God.
Casey: That's fantastic news.
Tina Cantrell: Pick up the paperwork...
Severide: Hey, what's up?
Dawson: DCFS is gonna let Bria stay with us.
Severide: Hey, nice going.
Dawson: It was Casey who made it happen.
Radio: Squad 3, structure fire, 1250 South Western.
Bria Jamison: Hey, Kelly.
Severide: Yeah?
Bria Jamison: Thanks for everything.
Severide: Yeah, of course.
1250 South Western
Severide: Better mask up. What's the story, Colannino?
Colannino: Some kind of chemicals burning inside the loading dock. Don't know what it is, but I'm not taking my guys inside till Hazmat gets here.
Severide: All right. Hey, mask up, guys.
Capp: Copy that.
Severide: Any employees on site?
Colannino: Doesn't look like it. The place is locked up tight.
Severide: All right. We got an unknown chemical fire. Hazmat's en route. Let's get that door open so they can get inside.
Cruz: Copy that… Cut our way through?
Severide: Yeah, these should be support lock pins. We'll just sever 'em… Squad 3, stay clear of the windows. All right, everybody push back. Colannino, establish a perimeter. There's no telling what's inside there or how big it's gonna get.
Colannino: All right, copy that.
Zach: We heard the blast. Everyone okay?
Severide: Yeah, but we need to pull back. There's a fire inside the loading dock, and whatever they have stored in there is exploding.
Zach: 55-gallon drums of industrial cleaner. Fire must be causing them to BLEVE.
Severide: You familiar with the place?
Zach: Yeah, I've done Hazmat inspections on the site. If the fire gets beyond the loading dock, it'll hit the mother lode inside; 50,000 gallons. It'll level the whole block… Look, we gotta make a stand.
Severide: Yeah, say no more. Hey, guys, we gotta get that door open. We need to contain the fire at the loading dock.
Capp: Got the saw, Lieutenant.
Severide: Yeah, Capp, you stay with me. The rest of you guys, stay back… Hey, give me as much room as you can.
Capp: Copy.
Severide: Hey! Let's keep at it.
Zach: If we don't contain this, we're gonna have to evacuate a ten-block area.
Severide: Okay, we're good. Capp, you see anything start to flash, hit the ground.
Capp: Copy.
Severide: Whole place is hot. Colannino, let's get a line in here, quick.
Colannino: Copy that, Squad 3.
Severide: Clear for Hazmat.
Zach: The fire's inside. We have to get in there.
Severide: Yeah, just stay back, we'll get it open. Hey, Cruz, bring a sledge over here. We're gonna need to pop this door.
Cruz: Yeah, yeah, wait there Lieutenant, I got this.
Severide: What the hell is that?
Tony: He calls it the Slam-it-again.
Capp: The Slamigan.
Severide: What? Cool. Hey 37, let's get in here. Hey, Cruz, nice work, bud.
Firefighter: Hey, isn't that thing heavy?
Cruz: Yes, it is.
Later
Zach: Man, how're we looking?
Severide: Danger's past. You and your guys are free to get in there and mop it up.
Firehouse: kitchen
Herrmann: ...Worried there's some types of commercial, uh... Whoa! Ow.
Cruz: Gentlemen. The Slamigan has been tested in a real-world situation. A trial by fire, you might say.
Herrmann: And?
Cruz: It works.
Mouch: Bam!
Herrmann: We did it!
Cruz: You guys keep saying "we."
Mouch: Because I am gonna represent you on this, Cruz. I'm putting a call in to Nick Porter right now.
Herrmann: Hey, hey, no, no, no, no, no, no. You don't gotta get in touch with any of those pinheads from KW... Listen, we can market this thing on our own, Cruz, okay? Don't give away any of this, you know, action to this Nick Porter guy.
Otis: Yeah, give it to Christopher Herrmann instead.
Herrmann: Wait... Hey! This is none of your concern. I got your back on this. Hmm?
Cruz: Mm.
Herrmann: Hey, Mouch. Hang up that phone. Nick Porter and those clowns are gonna have nothing to do with this! Mouch!
Cruz: What?
Otis: How long have you been hiding your little secret?
Cruz: I worked on it right in front of your face.
Otis: She lives with us. Works with us. You can't do this.
Cruz: Do what?
Otis: You cannot be in love with Brett.
Cruz: Yeah, says the guy with the great girlfriend.
Otis: Lily doesn't work here. She's not our roommate.
Cruz: I'm not going to do anything about it, Otis, okay? I know she doesn't feel the same way.
Brett: Hey, Cruz, do you still wanna go to the fundraiser together? 'Cause I'm gonna go to the gym, but I can be ready by 6:00.
Cruz: Yeah, it's great.
Brett: Okay.
Otis: It's a disaster.
Hallway
Casey: I don't think we can make that dinner, but the 100 Club is the best. If I just send in my donation, is Chief Grissom gonna feel slighted?
Severide: No, that's fine. And hey, great work getting that DCFS situation sorted. Bria must be happy.
Casey: Yeah, thanks. Next hurdle is getting her in to see her dad. Rehab facility has a policy about no visitors during the last week of treatment.
Severide: We gotta make this happen. Cruz knows a nurse at the facility. Grew up with her. I'll put him on it.
Casey: You make that happen, I'll buy you a box of Cubans.
Severide: Deal, but we smoke 'em together. It's been too long.
Casey: Amen.
Severide and Kidd’s apartment
Kidd: Are you going to the fundraiser?
Severide: Yeah.
Kidd: Huh. I just... I... I thought you would've blown it off, the way Grizz got under your skin.
Severide: No, I'm over it. You going too?
Kidd: No. I have a date. With Zach.
Severide: Hazmat Zach?
Kidd: Yeah.
Severide: Wow, date number two. You must like the guy.
Kidd: Tsk. I do, actually.
Severide: This fundraiser, it's for a good cause. If you care about firefighters, you might consider coming.
Kidd: It is a good cause. And I do care about firefighters.
Fundraiser
Herrmann: What do we got? The "bathing bouquet." Mouch, really, hmm?
Mouch: It's a charity auction. I'm driving up the price.
Otis: You bid $50 more than the next highest bidder.
Herrmann: You know, if you really wanted the thing, just say you're buying it for Trudy.
Mouch: Well...
Otis: Well, don't you two make a pretty picture.
Brett: What're we bidding on? Ooh, bath crystals.
Mouch: Mm, keep your distance.
Kidd: So are you gonna get me a drink or what?
Severide: We just got here.
Kidd: Yeah, exactly. What is taking so long?
Grissom: Kelly. Thought maybe you got lost on your way here.
Severide: Hey, you remember Stella?
Kidd: Hi.
Grissom: Oh, yeah, Stella. How are you?
Kidd: Good. Good to see you.
Grissom: Um, I need to borrow Kelly for just one moment.
Kidd: Oh, yeah, he is all yours. I'll get us those drinks.
Severide: Deal.
Grissom: Is it serious?
Severide: Nah, we just live together.
Grissom: Listen, if I was riding you the other night, it's just... Well... Look, the fact is, Kelly, I know that you are the sharpest, toughest, gutsiest firefighter this city's ever seen, ever.
Severide: That's nice to hear.
Grissom: That's why I wanna introduce you to some people. I got the deputy commissioner over there. A whole swarm of high-flyers from Rahm's office. Just come over there and thrill 'em with a story or two about crawling some hallway...
Severide: No, if all the same, I'd rather lay low. Grab a drink with my guys.
Grissom: You're part of my legacy, Kelly. You carry your father's name. You might be content riding out your career at that Squad table, but that's not good enough… And if I can make things happen for you, you damn well better believe I will… Enjoy your drink.
Rehab
Pilar: Tell Joe Cruz he owes me. Big time.
Casey: Absolutely. Thanks again, Pilar.
Pilar: Big time.
Casey: Understood.
Bria Jamison: Why am I so nervous?
Dawson: It's just been a little while since you saw him, that's all.
Pilar: All right, that's his room. You have about a half an hour tops before shift change.
Dawson: Thank you.
Bria Jamison: Daddy?
Mr. Jamison: Bria.
Bria Jamison: You look so good.
Mr. Jamison: My angel girl.
Dawson: The way you stepped up with Tina even when you didn't have to...
Casey: Hell yes, I had to.
Dawson: I'm sorry if I got too consumed with all this at first.
Casey: I wasn't gonna let this go wrong for you or for Bria. I just needed you to know that...
Dawson: Know what?
Casey: Um, when that whole thing with Louie went down, your first move was to pull away from me. Decide to do it on your own… So when you started getting in deep with Bria, I got this sinking feeling. Maybe we were going down that same road.
Dawson: I'm sorry.
Casey: Don't be… I just want you to know that wherever you're going, I'm right here with you.
Dawson: I know.
