Leslie Shay Chicago Fire Novels & Stories

Leya's chest tightened with anguish as she moved away from the television, towards where Leon and Aurora frolicked obliviously in the corner of the room, their game and laughter unaffected by the battle that their mother was waging. "What about Harrison?" she breathed. Shayla didn't answer. She let her eyes release the page and wander over to her sister. "He's not the one, Leya. Samuel is. If Harrison wants to remain in the fire. That's his choice." Leya nodded for the second time, "You don't understand. Harrison is already in the fire. And so are we." Her voice trembled on the brink of prayer, but Shayla's jaw was set, will unbreakable.

Lesley is lost in her thoughts as she watches the fire dance in front of her. She stares at the burning wood while thinking about what they went through today. After escaping Shane's men, they hid in the forest and ran until the sky became dark. She hugs herself and sits on a rock wide enough to support her. She savors the warmth the fire gives as Dan continues to add more dried branches to the bonfire they had lit before sunset. Lesley patted the scrapes on her arms. She got it earlier when she jumped from the car. She had no deep wounds or broken bones, but the scratches on her skin were stinging.

“You’ve got some nerve to say that to me now. You lied to me and gave me false hope. All those lies—for what? To get information?” “And why would I get information from you? Do you even know what really happened with the fire in my condo back then?” Chase shot back. Shiela froze, still burning with rage. She took a deep breath as the man she had called earlier finally arrived. He was panting, clearly having run a long way to reach the location. She gave him a faint smile and turned her attention back to the person on the phone. “I’m sure you won’t report this to the police. Everyone thinks my sister is dead, so no one would believe you. We’ll talk again, Chase Grey.”

he growled and almost immediately he spoke, a message popped on the screen of his computer. It was video, one showing the house in which both Lilly and Sheila were held in going up in flames. An unsettling emotions claimed him and not watching any further, he walked out the office heading outside where the employees dared not show up in front of him. The location of the building was found and quickly, without hesitation, Cesar drove there to find the place in utter choas. From a distance, a shrill voice sounded before coming into view was Sheila who had tears in her eyes as she now came to stand in front of him.

Jessica asks curiously Damon sighs, she really was not going to let him go. Gracie frowns once more and looks at Jessica and says. “She is not a firefighter. She is an EMT. She started working with us a few months ago, so I don’t know her well. I don’t know where she worked before coming to Chicago. She got the job because her uncle is the fire Chief. That is about all I know about her. If you want to know more, you’ll have to ask her best friend Tianna Smith or her Fiancé, the other firefighter, the one Beckett saved Dante Rossi. They’re the only ones she spoke to at the station.”

I explain, and when I notice his expression, I add, “Long story.” “Just know his presence sucks the air out of the room without even trying. He’ll save your life without speaking a word. Then train a Doberman to sniff out your lies.” Lee sniggers and shakes his head as if he thinks I’m weird. “Axel, firefighter, pain with muscles.” “Looks like a tragic backstory?” Lee murmurs. “He is the tragic backstory,” I rap.

The following days were a blur of insurance calls, temporary housing, and the clinging, phantom smell of smoke. But one image burned brighter than the memory of the flames: Captain Liam Kane's blue eyes in a soot-stained face. A week after the fire, Lily found herself standing outside Firehouse 17, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. She held a box of gourmet pastries, a flimsy excuse that felt ridiculous now. She just needed to see him. To prove he was real.

“We time this right, it’ll trigger a wave of panic inside the org. Just enough to cover our real moves.” Charlie handed her one of the burners. “Back to being a ghost,” he said with a grin. She accepted it with a matching one. Just this time, she was turning into one for her own sake. And she wouldn’t be a ghost, not really. Calix would be with her. She’ll be as real as it can get.

As I was about to open my mouth again, I was interrupted by the voices that had grown more terrifying. “Run!” They cried. “RUN!” In a heartbeat, the cold air was replaced by a sudden wave of searing heat, prompting me to spin around and face the horrifying sight before me. The manor, where thousands of Farsuleias had left a mark on the history of our lineage, was now consumed by a raging inferno, its flames eagerly dancing upon the foundations. My breath caught in my chest as I watched the fire's voracious hunger devour everything in its path.

“Leslie… I’m a little worried about this. I don’t want to get arrested. You know what just happened today was……” Leslie angrily cut Shelia’s voice of reasoning short. “Shut your trap, Shelia!” she growled angrily. “I was not arrested! I was invited to the police station and I went with my Daddy, who took care of everything! That tells you and any other idiot who doubts me that I can get away with anything!” Shelia had recoiled, and even Joy was silent, eyes wide as she looked around. “Besides,” Leslie said, patting her hair, “I made sure that I was more careful this time. The evidence only points to the person who took the pictures.”