Chapter One: Good Girl

"…You'll see a good boy
Gonna give you the world
But he's gonna leave you cryin'
With your heart in the dirt

His lips are dripping honey
But he'll sting you like a bee
So lock up all your loving
Go and throw away the key

Hey good girl
Get out while you can
I know you think you got a good man

Why, why you gotta be so blind?
Won't you open up your eyes?
It's just a matter of time 'til you find
He's no good, girl
No good for you
You better get to getting on your goodbye shoes and go, go, go...
Better listen to me
He's low, low, low...

Hey, good girl
You got a heart of gold
You want a white wedding
And a hand you can hold
Just like you should, girl
Like every good girl does
Want a fairytale ending, somebody to love

But he's really good at lying
Yeah, he'll leave you in the dust
'Cause when he says forever
Well, it don't mean much
Hey good girl
So good for him
Better back away honey
You don't know where he's been…"

~ "Good Girl" – Carrie Underwood

March 5…

"You look like crap," Kelly told her as he ate lunch. They sat in their usual booth tucked in the corner of the Irish pub that wasn't too far from the station.

She rolled her eyes him taking a bit of her sandwich, "You're a great big brother."

He leaned forward and shook his head, "Be honest with me. How much weight have you lost and how willing are you to get drunk with me tonight Katie?"

"The last time I got drunk with you was Saint Patrick's Day and I had a head ache that last what felt like a week. Not happening. I'm never drinking with you again. And I haven't lost any weight. Black is slimming that's all."

He smirked at her with laughing eyes, "Drinking with me isn't that bad."

"Right," Katie snorted pushing back a loose curl of dark brown hair, "Kelly it was awful. I haven't been that drunk since college."

Kelly sat back and raised his hands in defense, "Alright you won't get drunk with me. I get it. Seriously though, how have you been Kit-Kat?"

"Fine," she lied watching him take a drink.

"Liar! I see red eyes and I haven't seen them that red since Patrick Swanson broke your heart in college."

"Allergies," Katie protested pushing the salad around her plate.

"In March? Don't bullshit me," Kelly chuckled as he took his wallet out.

Katie leaned back in the booth and sighed, "I feel an idiot. He keeps sending these messages and calling at all hours."

"He hasn't stopped calling? Katie you were supposed to call me if this kept going on," Kelly said as humor of the conversation being dropped, "How long?"

"A month," Katie said unsure.

"Katie! Have you called the police? This is now stalking and harassment."

"Would you relax," she snapped crossing her arms over her chest, "He'll stop eventually and I'm guessing he'll stop soon."

"You have to be the only woman I know who won't call the police when a guy is stalking her."

"He's only called. It's not like he's sitting on my doorstep threatening to kill me."

"Yet," Kelly nearly yelled, "Jesus! You think I wanna see my sister in a body bag?"

"When he does threaten murder me then I will call," Katie stated sounding slightly bored, "He'll get tired soon. He has a wife and kids that are eventually going to demand attention. He'll stop."

Kelly rolled his eyes and tossed a twenty dollar bill on the table, "Call the police. Dawson's brother is a detective. I'm sure he could help."

"I'll be fine Kelly. You worry too much. I've got to get back to work. I'll call you later," she smiled and scooted out of the seat. She kissed his cheek and just as she was about to leave, Kelly grabbed her wrist.

"Please call the police," he told her, "Sometimes you're way too damn stubborn for your own good and this is one of those times."

"Goodbye Kelly," Katie said again trying to pry her wrist out of his hand.

"One more thing, feel like coming to Easter dinner at the station?"

"If I say yes will you let go?"

"Not until you promise to come," Kelly grinned.

"Fine I'll go. Text me the details," Katie groaned as he let go, "I've really got to go now. Bye."

He watched her go and took another sip of his water with a smile.

Matthew Casey sat at his kitchen table late in the evening letting his thoughts drift around. It'd only been a few short months since he'd broken up with Halli and somehow he still missed her. She'd moved out of their house but he still found himself expecting her to walk in the evening. He still expected her to see her at every corner he turned. Pining after her wouldn't bring her back but he almost wished it would. They'd broken up for a reason. At the end of the day, they both wanted different things. He wanted a family and she wanted a career.

Halli had only wanted kids because he wanted them and to Casey that just wasn't what he wanted. He wanted her to have kids because she wanted them, not to appease him. They would both be happier in the long run if they broke up now. They both deserved better and he didn't want her to hate him years down the road for making her feel trapped with a child.

The house was quiet as he started at the newspaper in front of him. Halli, for as long as he could remember had been his rock. She'd been the one person he'd turned to when he needed anything. It'd had been five months since they'd ended things and the more Casey thought about it, the more he realized that Halli was the best and worst thing that could have happened to him. Meeting and loving her had been the right medicine when he needed but now he needed to close that chapter of his life and start another one. Life wasn't over because Halli left, life was just beginning again and he wasn't sure what to feel or where to begin.

Three weeks after her lunch with Kelly, Katie pushed herself the last quarter mile of her run. She hadn't lied to her brother when she said that she felt like an idiot. Greg Colton had seemed like the perfect man. He had a well pay job, he wanted kids, was handsome, smart, funny...

Everything a woman would want in a man. He'd been perfect and looking back, Katie wished she could have seen how disturbingly perfect he really was. The first few months dating him had been wonderful. He'd been everything to her and she'd fallen practically head over heels in love with him. The longer she'd dated him though Katie had begun to feel like something wasn't right. Greg became angry if she touched his things or answered his phone. He was possessive and easily jealous of when she talked to others. After months of strange and almost abusive behavior, she'd gone to his office to confront him about his behavior and end their relationship. What she'd thought was going to be a simple break up ended up being the complete shock of her life.

Greg Colton was married with a house, two kids and a seemingly perfect life. His wife had been at the office that same day to confront him about supposedly having an affair when they met in the lobby. They'd quickly put two and two together and Katie realized she'd been played. Colton had stung her on just for sex and had never cared for her.

When they'd gone up to Colton's office, Greg had denied ever knowing her and called her a liar. His wife Candice had taken her phone and found Greg's number. She'd dialed the phone and when his phone rang, she'd thrown it at him and unleashed a string of curse words that would have made a sailor blush.

In the end, Katie had left them with her heart and phone broke. Candice Colton had been demanding a divorce and the secretarial pool had gathered outside Greg's office door wanting the latest gossip. The day after she left the office, Colton had started calling her and leaving nasty messages while blaming her for every bad thing that had happened in his life since then. Everything from his divorce to his job loss to his children hating him could all be traced back to her and though she'd never admit it to Kelly, his words hurt. Just like everything else hurt.

It had only been three months but sometimes the pain still felt as fresh as it had when Colton snapped her heart in two. She'd felt for weeks afterwards that she'd never be able to trust a man again but her heart was slowly healing despite the pain.

She slowly down to walk as she reached the parking lot and took her phone out.

A missed call from Kelly flashed across the screen as well as a voicemail from Colton.

Speed dialing Kelly, Katie opened the driver's door of her car and slipped in.


"It's me," she said slipping her running shoes off and putting them on the floor behind her seat.

"You're still coming to Easter dinner, right?"

"Seeing as how I don't have a choice? Yes."

"Think you could do me a favor?" Kelly asked as Katie started her silver Altima.

"What is it?"

"Think you could pick up dessert for Easter dinner? You know something decent incase the dinner turns out crappy?"

"Alright," she sighed.

"Thanks. Love you."

"Love you too. Bye."

She disconnected the call and dropped the phone on the passenger seat. Just as she put the car in reverse, her phone rang again and Colton's number flashed on the screen. Picking the phone up, Katie sent him to voicemail. She ignored the call and pulled away from the park trying to think of something other than the frustrating fact that Kelly might be right about calling the police before Colton got out of hand.

Casey sat at on the bench in the locker room looking at his locker debating what he was going to do when he got home. In three weeks he'd repainted the entire house and was currently trying to decide between either starting on his plans to remodel the master bathroom or working on staining the new kitchen cabinets he'd decided to install.

"I know that face. That's your thinking face."

He turned around to see Dawson looking at him with amusement.

"What's going on?" she asked sitting down next to him.

"Trying to decide what I'm going to finish when I go home. Either staining cabinets or stripping the bathroom."

Dawson raised an eyebrow, "Seriously? For the past three weeks you've been in super home reconstruction mode. What's going on?"

Sighing, Casey shook his head, "Nothing."

"That's not true. Something is going on. I have a brother and I know when I'm being lied to."

When he didn't respond, Dawson sighed, "I feel like Shay should take you speed dating but all the girls would be lesbians."

"I'm not ready to date anyone yet," he protested.

"And I hit a target," she said, "Is this what's going on? The whole remodeling thing?"

"What? No."

"You're trying to erase Halli from the house," Dawson reasoned.

"Dawson," Casey threatened sounding aggravated, "I don't want to talk about this."

"Who are you talking to about this? Casey you've been with Halli for years and now she's gone. You haven't even gone on a date or tried to have a new relationship since then."

"I'm not ready to date anyone. I'm trying to move on. Remodeling is a step."

"You're sweeping everything under a rug," Dawson said, "So don't go on a date. Just try and flirt. I mean you can't block yourself off from the world anymore. I know you love Halli but it's been five months Casey. It's time to get back on the horse. Honestly, I'm worried for you. You look so sad sometimes Matt."

Casey shook his head, "Dawson…I know you're trying to help but I'm just not ready."

"It's just flirting, not date."

"You know the last time that I actually flirted with a girl?"

Dawson chuckled, "Maybe you could practice on me or get some advice from Kelly."

"Getting advice from Severide just sounds humiliating."

"What about getting advice from me is humiliating?" Kelly said walking in putting his phone in his pocket, "By the way I've got dessert for Easter dinner covered."

"Casey needs some advice on flirting," Dawson smirked.

Casey groaned and rubbed his forehead, "Thanks."

Kelly smirked sitting on the bench beside Dawson, "So you need my expertise? Let's begin."

"Oh welcome to hell," Casey sighed.


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