.
[bright tones]
- Mackey... You want a beer?
- I don't wanna take any more
of your hanging out, looking hot in sweats time.
- I get the feeling you do.
- That paramedic, Brett-- she seeing anyone?
- You need to take those to your friends?
- Nah, they can wait.
- Would it be possible to put off
taking the lieutenant's test until next year?
- Waiting is a gamble.
- You don't need my help. You have to know that.
- I needed you to tell me "You got this, Stella Kidd,"
and, instead, you shut down on me.
- I know how badly I screwed up,
and it's why...
I'm never gonna let you go away from me again.
- We should get away. Just us.
- You got somewhere in mind that doesn't involve
airports or crowds?
- What about the cabin?
- So icy roads, snow-covered driveway,
subzero temperatures, and the two of us?
Sounds hot.
- That's exactly what I was thinking.
[chuckles]
[indistinct PA announcement]
- Chief, you got a second?
- Yeah. Of course.
- About the lieutenant's exam.
I know I asked you to reschedule it, and--
- I never took your name off the list.
- You didn't?
- I just hope that you haven't fallen behind in your studies.
- No, sir.
No, I did not.
[uplifting music]
♪
- Gentlemen.
Ritter.
Hey. Incoming.
- What is the occasion?
Wait, is this-- - Chloe's pregnant.
[all cheering]
- Aww!
[applause]
Papa Cruz!
- Congrats, Joe. - Thank you, Lieutenant.
- Oh. You did not skimp.
- Herrmann! Cruz is having a baby.
- Aw, is that so? [chuckles]
Well, do I get a cigar, or what?
- Oh, you, my friend? - Mm-hmm.
- You get two? - Hey.
- Thank you for keeping this secret.
- It wasn't easy.
You know how much I like to run my mouth.
[both laugh]
- Hey. We should...
sneak out sometime.
Give these a try.
[laughter]
- I'd sneak off with you anytime.
- Oh, I know.
[alarms blare]
- Station 51, structure fire.
West Armitage and North Leavitt.
- Congratulations. - Way to go, Cruz.
[tense music]
♪
[sirens wailing]
[indistinct shouting and chatter]
- Kidd, Mouch, don't let anyone back into that alley.
Herrmann, get a line in there! - You got it, Captain!
51, lead out!
- Gallo, you're with me. Let's clear it out!
- We'll take the left side! You take the right!
Capp, Cruz's with me. Search every tent.
- Copy that, Lieutenant.
- Oh! - Oh, hey.
- Come on, come on. - Get up.
- I got you, come on.
- Get these people back.
♪
- [panting]
- Hey, come on, let's go. - No!
I'm not going! - Come on, let's go.
- I need to get my stuff! - Leave it!
Let's go. Come on.
- [groaning]
- Hey, keep feeding this line, Ritter.
- On it! - Move! Move!
- Hey! Hey! Hey, stop! Stop!
- Everything I own is in my tent!
- Yeah, you can't go in there--
- But I gotta get my book! - Yeah, it isn't safe, hey.
[somber music]
- I got her, Ritter. Hey, come on, come on.
Come on.
♪
[distant high-pitched whistling]
- [grunts]
♪
.
- Cruz! Cruz!
- Everybody, report! - Cruz is down, Cruz is down!
Are you okay? - Yeah, I'm okay.
I'm okay.
[groaning] Aw, damn.
[soft dramatic music]
♪
- Whoa, you almost got Ned Stark-ed.
[chuckles]
- Hey, Capp, talk to me! - He's okay.
I'm bringing him out now.
- Copy that.
♪
- This camp is a hazard. I've been saying it.
- Hey, can we help at all?
- You can stand back and let us work.
♪
- Irene, where's Big Jim? He's not out here!
- Last I saw, he was going back to get Ricky's wheelchair.
- Where was he headed?
- Ricky's tent is the last one on the right.
- Hey, Casey, we got one male victim unaccounted for!
Check the last tent on the right!
- Copy that!
- [coughing] - Almost there.
- Help! [wheezing, coughing]
Help--[coughs] Help!
[grunting]
- Casey. [grunts]
- Hey, let's get him up. One, two--
Gotcha.
- How bad is it? - Don't worry, Joe.
I'm sure Chloe didn't marry you for your looks.
- Ha, ha. - Hey.
You scared me out there. - Yeah, me too.
I'd like to be around to see my child come into the world.
- [coughing] - Mackey!
- Let's get him on the stretcher.
- [coughing]
- Pulse is weak. Let's start an IV.
- Yeah.
- How'd you know I needed help?
- Heard the name "Big Jim" and took a wild guess.
- Big Jim?
I know him.
Called in an OD once
when no one else wanted to get involved.
He saved the guy's life. - I'm not surprised.
He was risking his neck trying to get
that wheelchair for a friend.
- All clear, Cap.
- Yeah...
51, wash it down!
- All right. Let's go!
- Let's go! Move in, move in!
- Let's get him to Med.
- Hey, Brett. Someone here to see you.
- Hey, Sylvie.
- Grainger. What brings you by?
I thought the donut wars were over.
- So they say. Yeah.
I'm actually just looking for some bag valve masks.
Our ambo's out. You have any extras?
- Yeah, sure. Give me a sec.
- That is so sweet of you,
running errands for your paramedics.
There are not many engine officers that would do that.
- Yeah, well, I'm a team player.
- Mm-hmm.
- Here you go. - Great, uh...
Uh, maybe I could thank you
with a drink at Molly's sometime.
- Yeah, actually I'm headed there after shift.
- Then, I will see you then. - Okay.
[sighs]
- [snorts] That boy has got it bad!
- What? - Oh, come on.
A lieutenant picking up bag valve masks?
Uh-uh. He was here to see you.
- You think so?
- [grunts]
- Pretty close call, huh?
- Yeah, not my first.
- Yeah, but I mean...
one inch lower would've hit your carotid artery
and you probably would've bled out
before we even got you to the medics.
- Yeah, thanks for the happy thought.
- I'm just saying, I'm glad you're okay.
Capp said that hunk of shrapnel's big enough
to take your head off. - Yeah.
Capp needs to keep his mouth shut.
- Hey. - Hey.
- I remember you. - Yeah.
I'm the genius who thought it was a good idea
to run straight into an inferno.
- Yeah.
- Sorry I gave you a hard time. - No, no.
That's okay. I get it.
I'm Darren, by the way. - Vanessa.
I had a copy of "The Secret Garden" in my tent.
My grandmother gave it to me.
- I'm sorry.
You have anywhere to go? - I'll be fine.
It's not the first time I'm starting over.
I don't want to start any trouble or anything, but...
have you figured out how the fire started?
- Uh...hey.
The homeless encampment fire.
Do we have a cause yet?
- Well, in camps like that, it's pretty common.
Temporary structures that aren't exactly built to code.
- Add heaters and camp stoves into the mix--
- No, but that's the thing.
Big Jim had a lot of rules about what kind of stoves
and things are allowed. He's really, really cautious.
- Big Jim ran the place?
- He's our camp dad. He looks after all of us.
- It seems like someone didn't follow his rules because--
- No, we all did. Otherwise, you're out.
There was this guy, Dixon.
He lit a fire in a trash can a couple weeks ago.
Jim booted him, and Dixon did not take it well.
Screaming, throwing stuff.
I don't think it was any camp stove that started that fire.
- You think Dixon came back?
- All I know is Jim was trying to protect us,
and now he's lying in the hospital.
[soft dramatic music]
♪
.
- I heard back from Med.
They said Jim's hanging in there.
- Not surprised. The guy seems like a survivor.
Already?
- Hey. Hey!
What are you doing?
- My job.
- This was the scene of a suspicious fire.
There's gotta be an investigation.
- It doesn't sound like it falls under the purview
of Streets and Sanitation, fellas.
- We're firefighters, and we're telling you to stop.
- Yeah, and I don't care
if you're the commissioner or the pope.
My orders this morning were to clear this mess up.
- There goes any chance of evidence.
- Everything okay? I heard yelling.
- Uh, yeah. We're with the CFD.
Worked the alley fire yesterday.
- Oh. Hey.
Well, you guys did a hell of a job.
Hats off.
Al Wicker.
Yeah, I live right over there.
- Oh. Captain Matt Casey.
- Hey, I'm gonna have a look around, see if I can't
find anything useful that hasn't been bulldozed.
- Yeah.
- Cleanup crew not supposed to be here?
- They usually give us a few days.
- Well, I'd put money on it. My neighbors called the city.
Demanded a quick cleanup.
They weren't too happy with...all this.
- Hey, can I talk to you?
It's okay. I'm not a cop.
I just wanna ask a question about the fire.
Any idea how it started?
- How the hell would I know?
- I figured you lived here. - Too many rules.
Rules are for children. Do I look like a child?
- Hey, are you...Dixon?
[tense music]
Wait!
[grunting]
Hey! Just wanna talk to you!
♪
Hey!
♪
- Joe, listen to this.
Stefano said he can't fix the pipes until next week.
- Oh, uh...yeah, okay.
- But that bathtub has to be working when the baby comes.
I mean, we can't just not bathe the baby.
- [laughs]
We will clean our baby. I promise.
And we have six months to make sure
that we have the tub perfect.
- That's true.
It seems obvious when you say it like that.
[sighs]
Joe, what happened?
- Um, uh...Capp.
He was securing a bungee cord, and, uh, I don't know.
I guess he had, like, ranch dressing on his fingers,
'cause they just slipped out of his hands, and whap.
I paid the price.
- Aw, my love.
- It's fine. It's no big deal.
- Mm, that's a relief.
Can you maybe call Stefano, and apologize,
and just tell him to disregard anything...
extreme I may have said?
- Yup, of course. - Thank you.
You're the best.
- [sighs]
- Why do you think Dixon went back to the alley?
- He might have been looking for something he left behind
when Jim kicked him out.
- Or he was just admiring his work.
Hey, Ritter. - What's up, Captain?
- It looks like your friend was right.
- Vanessa? - Do you have any way
of getting in touch with her? - I took her number.
What do you need? - See if she can find out
where this Dixon guy ended up,
anything that could help us track him down.
- Yeah. Will do.
- What happens if you locate him?
Do you think you'll have enough to get PD involved?
[phone buzzes] - Doubt it.
Jim's conscious.
Let me see if I can talk to him.
- I'll tag along.
- What do you want? - Um...
- We got a special on Smithereens.
Two for one.
- Oh, Smithereens. I like the sound of that.
- You will not be disappointed.
Coming right up.
- I guess we just ordered. - Oh, yeah.
Stella gets very excited about her cocktails.
You look very nice.
Special event later?
- No. No, this is, um...
just me and my limited wardrobe
trying to impress a certain paramedic.
- Oh. [chuckles nervously]
That's so nice, but lately,
my--my track record with men has been pretty abysmal.
- Oh, that can't be true. - Oh, it's true.
I've decided I'm cursed on that front,
which probably makes me sound crazy.
[sighs] - No, I don't...
I don't think you're crazy. I just...
think you haven't found the right guy yet.
- Maybe.
But for now,
I need to play it safe
and stay aggressively...single.
- Oh.
[chuckles]
Yeah. Yeah, sure.
- There you go.
- Right on time.
- We met a while ago. I don't know if you remember.
- Yeah, you were with the paramedics
that helped save my friend, Carlos.
- You're the one who saved him.
Those other people he was with were ready to let him die.
Back then, you said you were gonna go live
with your sister someplace nice.
- Jackson Hole. It didn't work out.
- Oh. I'm sorry.
- Yeah, she just had her second kid.
Her husband hates me for a lot of reasons,
some of which are deserved.
You know, this ain't my first time waking up in a hospital.
Never had a visitor though.
- I wanted to check on you.
And I wanted to ask,
do you have any idea how the fire started?
- I found some contraband in the camp.
I wanted to see who it belonged to,
and all of a sudden, someone starts screaming, "Fire, fire!"
So I start evacuating people, and then,
next thing, I wake up here.
- What kind of contraband did you find?
- Propane bottles.
I tell everyone to use a liquid-fueled camping stove.
They're a little safer. - Yeah.
I heard you run a tight ship. - Yeah.
- Kicked out a guy named Dixon recently.
- Yeah.
- You think he could've set the fire?
- Dixon? Ah, I don't know.
- Any idea how we might find him?
- Maybe try Tent City in the South Loop?
- Hey, Jim, where'd you find that propane
you just mentioned?
- It was right outside my tent.
I nearly tripped over it.
[groaning]
- All right.
Get some rest.
We'll check in on you soon. - Okay.
- [sighs] - Hey.
If Dixon put that propane right next to his tent,
he wasn't just trying to burn down the camp.
- No. He wanted Jim dead.
[somber music]
♪
[tense music]
♪
- Vanessa...
Hey, thanks for getting back to me.
- Yeah, yeah, sure. Find Dixon yet?
- He was back at the encampment, picking through
what was left behind. - What'd he say?
- He ran before our guys could get to him.
- See? What's that tell you?
♪
- Can you maybe ask around?
See if anyone knows where he might have gone?
Put out some feelers?
- Riding the Red and Blue lines'd be my guess.
They go all night. Yeah, I can put the word out.
- What about you?
Where are you sleeping?
- I find my spots.
- You tried a city shelter? - [scoffs]
- No? - Not for women.
I'll say that. And, look, I'm fine.
You don't gotta worry about me. - Hey.
I got you something.
[soft music]
♪
I know it's not the one your grandmother gave you, but--
- I love it.
♪
- There's also food in here.
A sleeping bag, a first aid kit...
- Is this--
Thank you.
♪
Hey, I'll, uh--
I'll call you soon as I hear anything, okay?
- Vanessa-- - Thanks for all of this.
Seriously.
- Look, you come to the firehouse anytime.
♪
.
- He could've propped the bottle on a milk crate
and set something smoldering underneath it.
- Or just crack the valve a little, lit a small jet.
Wait for it to ignite the surrounding materials.
- I'm hearing a lot of spitballing here.
What do we know for sure? - Nothing.
That's why we need you to get into it.
- The cops won't bother tracking down Dixon
until OFI rules this arson.
- Where was the fire?
- Armitage and Leavitt,
but you're not gonna find much there.
- Why?
- The city bulldozed what was left of the encampment.
- You didn't flag it. - The fire didn't
seem suspicious to us on the scene.
The information about Dixon came later.
- We thought we still had time
given the usual pace of city services, but--
- We wish we'd moved sooner.
- So now, you expect me to try and prove arson
with zero physical evidence, a scene that's been sanitized,
and a suspect we can't locate?
- It's more than arson. It's attempted murder.
- I couldn't prove loitering with what you're giving me.
- Look, can you just trust our instincts and open the case?
- I'll open a case, of course.
But it's going on the bottom of that pile,
and it's not moving to the top
until I have something to act on.
- We've put our feelers out for Dixon.
We can talk to Jim again when he feels better.
We'll get you something.
- We're not letting this go.
[dramatic music]
♪
- Ritter is missing out.
- For real. - I mean, this is the life.
- [chuckles] You know it.
[coughs]
- You getting, um, nauseous at all?
- A little bit.
And I think my face is frozen. - Mine too.
- Stefano did say that your profanity was
off the charts, honey.
- Uh-oh. I thought he was inside.
- Well, maybe I'll just call him from now on.
I know, I'm sorry that I'm gonna miss the ultrasound too.
I promise I'll make the next one.
- We're free. - What?
- He's over us.
His attention's on Chloe and the baby.
He doesn't have time to worry about our, uh...
situationship.
- You think?
- You guys. You didn't have to do this.
Okay, is it something for the baby,
or something for the papa?
- Papa, definitely.
- Okay.
- Ha! It's your shrapnel.
We thought we could hang it in the briefing room,
or maybe put it by the squad table.
- Better idea--why don't you throw that in the trash?
The last thing I need is for Chloe to come in here
and see that.
She thought I got this from a bungee cord.
- Why would she think that?
- She was so worried about marrying a firefighter,
and now, we got a baby coming? And I couldn't let her know
that I almost got my head taken off.
- Bad call, Cruz.
I tell Trudy everything.
Ever since I tried to lie
about losing 300 bucks in a poker tourney,
she broke me like I was made of glass.
- Trudy's a professional interrogator!
Chloe is a sweet, innocent civilian!
- What is that?
- It's Cruz's shrapnel.
- From the encampment fire? You had it this whole time?
- Yeah.
- Hey, we made that! - This is evidence.
- What do we get from this?
- Well, I doubt they can pull any useful prints off it,
considering the explosion,
but maybe we can ID the specific type of tank
it came from, figure out how Dixon rigged it.
- There's a piece of a label here.
It says "Oak," and then, something illegible.
[dramatic music]
- Oh.
Oakmont Hardware.
- How'd you get all that from "Oak"?
- I know the logo.
It's a little mom-and-pop chain I use for construction jobs.
They have two or three stores,
but one of them's just a couple blocks away from the alley.
Chief? - Go check it out.
- And he was cool with just being friends?
- I think so. I hope so.
He is a really nice guy.
- And not bad to look at.
- I know, I know. But...
now is just not a good time for me to be dating.
- Hmm.
- I wonder how many times I've said that in my life.
[alarms blaring]
- Ambulance 61. Person injured.
Woodlawn Memorial Park.
- Ooh! My bad.
[sirens wailing]
[tense music]
- [groaning] Help!
[screaming]
.
- Hurry, please!
- One, two, three--
[both grunt]
It's too heavy. - Oh, God!
- Dispatch said a fire engine is on its way,
so just hang on a few more minutes.
In the meantime, I'll give you some fentanyl for the pain.
- Look! 40's pulling up!
Hey! Over here!
- [screaming]
- Hey, we have to get this off of him as fast as we can.
- [crying]
- Chase, Wynn, bring up some cribbing.
- Copy that! - There you are.
Breathe, hey, breathe. Breathe.
- [panting weakly] - There you go.
- All right, Chase, grab that side.
Wynn, get ready to brace this thing.
- All right. I'll help.
Mackey, get ready to slide him out.
- Got it.
- All right. You ready?
All right. And lift.
- [screaming]
- Hey, hey, you're out.
- It looks like a closed radial fracture.
Let's get him to Med.
Okay, sit up for me, sweetheart.
- Hey, thanks for the assist. - Yeah.
♪
There you go.
- There you go. You're doing great.
- Okay. Let's stand you up.
- [groaning]
- "Jinglesnaps"? [laughs]
[horn honking]
[horn squeaking]
♪
- [chuckles]
- What is happening?
- This is Showmen's Rest.
The clown graveyard. - The what?
- Built after a circus train wreck 100 years ago.
It's a Chicago legend.
I thought everyone knew about this place.
- Oh, I thought something was up
when we passed that elephant mausoleum.
- I-I did not know. - Are you gonna be okay?
- I don't do clowns!
- Okay, just hold tight. I got this.
Hey, folks, we got a medical emergency here.
I need everybody to stay on that side of Blinkie's grave
and away from the medics.
Thank you.
- [whimpering] - Okay?
[horn honking rapidly] Yeah, thank you.
- [whimpers]
- Love the wig.
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
[chuckles]
[horn hawking]
[bell chimes]
- Matt Casey. Where you been?
You abandon us for one of those big box stores?
- [laughs] Never.
I've just been easing up on the construction gigs lately.
CFD's keeping me busy.
- What can I get you? - Well, actually,
Chuck, I'm here about that fire the other day,
over on Armitage.
- The fire?
- Somebody used a propane tank as an explosive,
and we think they might've bought it from you.
- Oh, no.
- Yeah, I was hoping you got a shot of the guy on the camera.
Please tell me that system isn't just for show.
- No, it's real.
But do you know when he bought it?
- I was hoping you could tell me.
- Well, unlike the fancy camera,
our inventory system is still in the dark ages.
I can't pinpoint an individual transaction.
- You gotta give me something, Chuck.
That fire put a good man in the hospital.
- I'll tell you what.
Here's the website and password for the security cameras.
It goes back 30 days,
so that's something like, uh,
300 hours of footage you'll have to comb through.
- I'll throw some manpower at the problem.
Thanks, Chuck. - You bet.
Come back soon. - Yeah.
- And spend some money, would you?
- [chuckles] Will do.
- Darren?
I had no idea this was for you.
Get over here, man!
Okay, I see you.
That firefighting done filled you out.
You look like you could almost beat me
in a 100-meter dash now.
- Oh, no, wasn't I the one always beating you?
- Lies!
Thanks, man. - Here.
- And I appreciate the order.
I'm doing all I can to keep the restaurant alive.
- I can't imagine.
So...I met someone
who kind of reminds me of you back in the day.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
And I have a favor to ask.
- We need to order from here more often.
Or possibly, every day. - Yeah.
A friend of mine owns the place.
I'll let him know he has some new fans.
- What are you doing tomorrow night?
You wanna come over and watch Blackhawks?
- Actually, I have plans. Next time.
- Did you see what just happened?
- She went to get some water? - She blew me off.
- It sounds like she's just busy.
- No, Cruz is over us, so now, she's over us.
Before I was forbidden fruit, and now, I'm just...
regular fruit.
- Again, maybe, just maybe,
she's actually just busy.
- No, I need to make myself dangerous again.
- No, you should not do that.
- You should've seen it. He just took charge
and directed those clowns right out of the way.
I'm telling you, it was...awesome.
[giggles]
What?
- You really gonna make me do this?
- Do what? - [sighs]
So...okay.
You've had some bumps with the guys lately, right?
Maybe had your heart stomped a little.
Who hasn't?
But you are no wilting wallflower.
Bozophobia aside,
you are an ass-kicking member of the CFD.
And, my friend, it is time
for you to put on your big girl gear
and face the beast again.
- You think? - [sighs dramatically]
- Just to clarify, "the beast" is men?
Or is it specifically Grainger?
- Sylvie Brett, I just pep talked the hell out of you.
No more waffling.
- This guy we're looking for-- - Mm-hmm?
- I'm glad he didn't end up taking your head off.
- [chuckles] Yeah, me too.
- But I heard you talking, and my two cents?
I think you should be straight with Chloe about what happened.
- Wait, Kelly Severide is dispensing relationship advice?
- Yeah, well...
a little while back, I decided to keep the truth from Kidd.
I thought I was protecting her. Instead, I almost lost her.
Like I said, just my two cents.
[door clicks]
- Ritter.
[solemn music]
♪
- Vanessa? What's wrong?
- Jim is... [sighs shakily]
Jim is...
He's dead.
- What?
[somber music]
♪
Hey, hey.
Oh, oh-- - [crying]
- I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry. - [crying]
.
- The doctors wouldn't tell me much 'cause I'm not family.
But I don't understand. He was getting better.
- With high-level burns and smoke inhalation,
patients look like they're recovering.
Then they take a turn for the worse.
- I should've been with him.
He was alone.
- I hope someone can get word to his sister.
I'm sorry about your loss, Vanessa.
I really am.
He was a good man.
- Guys, I think I found our arsonist.
That's the propane, right?
[tense music]
- Yeah...but that's not Dixon.
- Mm-mm. - Aw, damn.
- Wait, wait, wait. Wait.
[keys clacking]
Severide.
♪
We know this guy.
- He's the one who lives right near the alley.
♪
According to the assessor's office,
this guy owns the better part of this block.
He's got a lot riding on the property values around here.
- Hey, it's my firefighter friends.
- You can drop the act.
- I'm not sure what you mean.
- We know you've been complaining
about the encampment for months,
and we know that it was your phone calls to the ward office
that got the cleanup crew here so fast.
- And I want you to know,
his name was James Benevides,
Big Jim to those who knew him.
He wasn't just some faceless nobody in a tent.
He had a sister.
He had nephews. He had friends--
- I don't know what this is about.
You're obviously upset. And I'm busy right now, so...
- No, you're gonna listen.
- He helped people--
first as a teacher, then a soldier.
He survived Iraq,
and he survived ten years on the streets.
But what he couldn't survive was the fire you set.
- Whoa, I didn't start-- - We got you on camera,
buying the propane! [sirens wailing]
And some of the camp residents
place you at the scene on the morning of the fire.
I just wanted to dissuade you of the notion
that somehow Jim's life was worth less than yours.
It wasn't.
- Hey--
- He's waiting for you.
- Alan Wicker, you're under arrest for arson,
planting an incendiary device,
and the murder of James Benevides.
♪
- Thanks.
Thanks for dinner.
You didn't have to do that, you know?
- I know.
- I gotta ask, why are you being so nice to me?
I mean, is it out of pity?
Or something else?
- I had a friend--
my best friend--
who just dropped out of my life one day.
No explanation.
I mean, at first, I was annoyed.
But after a while, I got worried, so...
I went to his house and found out...
he and his mom had been evicted.
Neighbor told me his mom bailed on him,
and the last thing she'd heard,
he was on the street, alone.
- That sucks.
- I mean, I was so mad he hadn't said anything,
you know, let me try and help.
It didn't occur to him
that, with a couple bad breaks,
most of us could end up in that exact situation.
- Well, is he okay now?
- Yeah.
And he still volunteers at the youth center
that got him off the street.
- Yeah, well, I'll be 60 by the time
they pull my name off one of those wait lists.
- Well...
he made some phone calls.
- What?
Wait, what do you mean?
- There's a spot open for you to live there.
Or...
here.
- Vanessa?
I'm Mekhi.
This place
saved me when I was your age.
Bet it could do the same for you.
[gentle music]
♪
- This is for real?
- It is.
But you gotta promise me
you'll keep in touch.
No disappearing, okay?
- I promise.
- Okay.
♪
- Hey.
Well, what brings you to 40?
- I could really use your help.
So it turns out our house is...
low on tools.
You got any extra Halligans?
- 51 is short on Halligan bars? Wow.
- Yep, so I'm just...
here trying to help my fellow firefighters.
- I've seen this kind of suspect behavior before.
- You have? - Yeah.
Yeah, in my experience, it usually indicates a...
very strong desire to ask someone out.
- Hmm. - But I have to warn you,
there's no proof it actually works.
- [chuckles]
Well, I'm willing to give it a try.
- Yeah? - [clears throat]
Would you like to maybe go out with me sometime?
Possibly this weekend?
- I would.
And I hear the circus is in town.
- Okay, on second thought, maybe I'll stay home.
- [laughs]
- [giggles]
- Hey. Heads up.
I heard from a few people we're not supposed to date in-house.
- A few people? Like who?
- Not important.
But obviously, it means that we should keep
what's happening between us on the down low.
Since it's kind of...taboo.
- How taboo is it, really?
Kidd and Severide are together.
And Casey was married
to a firefighter at 51, right?
- Yeah, I heard that. But still.
Just so you know, I'm thinking about buying a motorcycle.
Or a wingsuit. Haven't really decided yet.
- I'm glad you were there.
Otherwise, I might've broken that guy's jaw.
- What makes you think I would've stopped you?
Sorry about Big Jim.
- Yeah, me too.
- I'm so glad you're home!
Listen to this! - I have to tell you something.
- No, no, no, I have to tell-- - No, please, please.
Let me just get this out. [sighs]
Um...
This isn't from some bungee cord.
I, um, had a close call at an incident,
and I didn't want to worry you, so--
- Joe...
We're having a boy.
[giggles]
- We're having a boy? - Yeah.
- Oh, we're having a boy!
[sighs contentedly] - [giggles]
- We're having a boy. - Yeah.
.
[dramatic music]
♪
[wolf howls]