Hello Everyone! Just a small fic that popped in my head because quarantine and lockdown is driving me insane and I really want these two characters to get together already.

Rated M because obviously there'll be shameless smut sometime in this fic.

Disclaimer: Do not own any familiar characters that you read here today. All rights of One Chicago go to Dick Wolf + NBC

"That's when she fell into the fountain!" Alyssa laughed, throwing her head back.

Captain Matt Casey sat opposite her in the candlelit restaurant and politely chuckled at her anecdote while taking a bite out of his chicken cacciatore. It's not that it wasn't funny. To him, it was more that the whole situation felt wrong somehow. He didn't feel comfortable being there. No, he didn't even want to be there. There was so many more things that he should be doing, and could be doing right now.

"Um Matt, are you still here?" Alyssa smiled with a wave of her hand in front of his face.

Matt looked up, "No, yes. Yes, sorry Alyssa, still here. Just very distracted at the moment."

"Oh, is everything ok? If you wanted to call it or something. We can just postpone this to another day." Alyssa stated, though Matt could see her face visibly fall at the mention of the date being postponed.

"No, no, it's fine. Sorry, I've just had a long day at work, and I know I have a lot on my mind with rearranging schedules and what not." Matt replied, trying to appease her, and also not really wanting to go on second date with Alyssa. There wasn't anything wrong with her. She's just not… right for him.

"Oh yes, Kelly mentioned that you were a firefighter. Must be a lot of work, begin a captain and all. You have to do schedules?" Alyssa inquired.

"Oh. Yeah, I'm a captain at Firehouse 51, but it's not my only job. I'm a contractor as well, it's why I'm arranging schedules. I have meetings to attend for tomorrow and I'm trying to figure out everything. I have a day off. What do you do?" Matt asked, politely carrying on the conversation.

"Um, I already told you. I am a business analyst. I just moved here from San Diego."

Matt felt his cheeks pink at the fact that Alyssa just called him out on not paying attention. "Right, right. Sorry, I'm really not in the zone right now. What was San Diego like? Why the move?"

Alyssa started to chat away about her life in San Diego, and Matt politely nodded along, very unsure how he got himself into this situation. Well, actually that was a real lie. He knew exactly how he got himself into this situation.

"Yep, it's his stupid need to prove Kelly Severide wrong." Matt bitterly thought. He thought back to two days ago.

Matt Casey sat in his quarters finishing off paperwork when an angelic laugh appeared as the double doors to the firehouse sleeping quarters opened. Matt's ears perked up as he turned to the sound. He couldn't help but stare as Sylvie Brett walked in, laughing at whatever Foster was saying. The two sat on their adjacent bunks and continued, completely unaware that Casey was staring.

Kelly Severide walked by and popped his head into Casey's quarters. "Yo, Case, did you get those…" Severide trailed off, noticing that his best friend wasn't paying attention to what he was saying. He followed Casey's line of sight and laughed.

Casey's was pulled out of his reverie when he noticed Severide standing at the door laughing. "Oh hey man, what's up?"

Severide turned to smirk at Casey. "You need to get your head out of your ass, man up, and ask her."

Casey's cheeks turned red and he looked down at his paperwork, "I have no clue what you mean Severide. You are just seeing things."

Kelly snorted, "Yeah, and pigs can fly. Casey, come on." Severide closed the door to Casey's quarters and sat beside him, "Everyone can see that you like her. Dawson's been gone for two years, left you high and dry. I think it's high time you moved on."

Casey's eyebrows rose above his hairline. "Kelly, I have moved on from Dawson, not at all interested in Gabby at all. And what do you mean everyone?!"

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure the night time janitor can see it too." Severide started to smirk again.

"Again, Kelly. No damn clue what you're saying. Sylvie and I? Just friends."

Severide rolled his eyes, then his eyes glinted as he turned to look at Casey. An idea was forming in his head. "Pfft, and you didn't just call her Sylvie. Geez Casey. Okay, I tell you what. If you have apparently no clue and you have clearly moved on from Dawson, go on a date. I have a friend moving to Chicago over the weekend. I'm sure she'll love to meet you, and we have this weekend off."

Casey faltered a little, not really wanting to go on a date with anyone. But stubborn as he is, he turned to glare at Severide, "Fine. Make the reservation. I'm sure you're paying though right?"

Kelly walked out his door, "Whatever man. Look, since you are really blind too. Let me leave you with a little something. She likes you too man."

Matt was pulled out of his daydream when the little doorbell to the restaurant rang and he looked up, seeing Sylvie Brett walk in the door, dressed like she would be in his dreams.

"Well actually, she'd be dressed in a lot less in his dreams." Matt thought. His mind started to wonder to all the possible places he could rip her dress off when he was pulled out of his dirty thoughts by another man walking in behind her and settled his hand at the small of his back. "That's where my hand should be." Matt started to feel that familiar feeling building in his stomach. The same feeling when he saw Sylvie and Ryan, the social worker, talking.

"Casey?" Matt startled and looked up. "Hey Brett! What are you doing here?"

"Oh, nothing, Ben and I are here for dinner. Fancy bumping into you here! Stella told me you were on a date, but I didn't think it'd be in the same place!" Brett replied, part of her excited to see the captain here, of all places, but another part of her green with envy at the beautiful lady sitting across from Matt.

Alyssa, still sitting across from Casey, cleared her throat, starting to feel very awkward at the whole turn of events.

Matt turned to her, "Oh yes, sorry, Um Brett, this is Alyssa, Alyssa this is Brett – I mean Sylvie."

Alyssa turned to shake Sylvie's outstretched hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Hi, yes all the same. Sorry, I work with Casey. So we all refer to each other by last names at work. It's a bit of a habit. This is Ben. Anyway, we'll just be making our way now. See you next shift Casey."

Sylvie and Ben walked away, and Casey stared as they sat across in the back of the restaurant.

Alyssa still feeling quite awkward from the whole conversation earlier looked to her date, to Sylvie, and back again. She sighed heavily, "Look, I know I just met you, and it's probably very out of line for me to say, but you should really tell her how you're feeling."

Matt looked up and scratched the back of his head sheepishly. If his best friend can see it, and his date who he just met an hour ago can see it, he was being extremely obvious, and there was no point in denying it any longer. "Um… I'm not being that obvious am I?"

Alyssa simply smiled, "Well I think to everyone else you are. To her though, I don't think she knows how you feel, because she's trying too hard at hiding her feelings too."

Matt looked up across the room to Sylvie, and noticed just in time that Sylvie's date was brushing his thumb across the back of her hand. Matt felt the green monster within him flare again and he gripped the tablecloth.

Alyssa glanced down at his hand and then across the room, "Yeah. If I were you, I'd go now. Before something worse happens. You're a good man Matt Casey. The moment you guys spoke, I knew there wasn't even any competition." Alyssa pushed her chair back to stand up.

Matt quickly stood, "I really didn't mean to hurt anyone's feelings Alyssa. I'm so sorry." He gave her a hug and kiss on the cheek, not realising that Sylvie had glanced up at him at the exact moment.

Casey bade Alyssa farewell before settling down in his chair. He asked for the bill and pulled his phone out.

You win, she's here, right now. You're not right about the whole liking me back though. She's here. ON. A. DATE. Matt texted Severide and put his phone back in his pocket. Paying for the bill, he looked over at Sylvie and her date again. This time, he really had to tamped down the emotions before he made a huge scene and got kicked out of the restaurant. From the corner of his eye, he caught Sylvie's date running his leg up and down hers under the table, and Sylvie simply smiled and moved her leg away. He attempted the same thing, but Sylvie manoeuvred her leg away just in time.

"Fuck that guy is such an asshole. He should be respecting her wishes and take a damn hint. I should be the one sitting there across from her. That's my hand that should be brushing hers, and my leg. She's mine" Matt thought quite possessively, which was strange, because of all the relationships he's had, of all the crushes, he has never thought this way about anyone before. This sudden possessive nature that has come out was new, and though strange, he didn't mind because that was his Sylvie sitting across the table from a different man.

Instead of doing anything, Matt left the restaurant and started to his car. His phone beeped with a text.

LOL. I won't say I told you so, but really. I told you so.

Matt was about to tap out a reply when his phone beeped again.

We're at Molly's if you want to come vent

He put his phone way and hopped in his truck to drive over.

WOW. Okay, so I wasn't planning on this being so long, but I guess inspiration struck being stuck at home and all.

Please R&R everyone! Be much appreciated. Leave any comments and suggestions

Genie