Sylvie hated storms, thunder mainly. She didn't mind it as much when she was home because at least then she could put on a movie and snuggle up underneath her covers. But today It wasn't like any other day in firehouse 51. Today they had been issued two warnings, a severe weather warning and a tornado warning. The tornado hadn't yet reached their district thank fully but they could tell it was close and the lightning, thunder and rain was going crazy.

The house was still open, and the calls were still coming in. Squad 3 had begun stacking sandbags while truck was preparing for more calls. Ambo was getting restocked and trying to assist with whatever they could until their next call came.

Placing the last of the gauze into the ambo Sylvie stepped out and closed the rig, her body still a little shaken but the thunder had seemed to have died down a bit and the rain appeared to have begun easing up. She decided she'd go see if anyone else needed help seems her and Emily had finished with the rig. She walked over slowly and stood a couple steps in front of Casey who was filling out a check list.

"Hey Captain, need a hand with anything?" She asked, a small smile gracing her lips even though she felt terrified inside. Matt Casey looked up at her and smiled slightly, he could tell she was out of sorts due to the storm. He shook his head lightly, looking around for a quick second before looking back at her.

"No, I think we're all good. Thanks Brett." He hated not having something for her to do, something that would keep her close to him. He placed a hand gently on her shoulder, his head tilting slightly to the side as he spoke to her. "I'm sure it'll die down soon."

She nodded in agreement, smiling a little more. Just as he was about to move his hand though a clad of thunder ripped through the fire house causing a small squeal to come out of Sylvie's mouth. Matt instinctively pulled her close with the hand that sat on her shoulder and hugged her close. Sylvie's eyes were squeezed shut, her hands against his chest but also covering her face and she let him hold her. It was the safest she had felt all day.

They didn't move for maybe a minute or two more, until they heard the bell go.
"Truck 81 …. Squad 3 ….. Ambulance 61 …. Fallen tree, people in distress. 704 east wood drive."

Everyone around them flew into action, Sylvie took a step back and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, her check blushing bright red. "Thanks. I better go."

He nodded in agreement, stepping away and going to his boots and gear. Chucking it on like everyone else and getting in the truck. Sylvie jogged over to the ambulance and jumped in with Emily. They had already established that it would be better if Foster drove.

And just like that they all took off out the doors, the trucks first and ambulance coming behind them. All sirens blaring as they took off towards the scene.

When they arrived they didn't expect to see what they did…