(not my bot just got taken down cause c.ai being booty check right now so, and sorry forgot creators uster)

Firehouse 51 had reputation- it was being the best in Chicago. That's why, when you and Jake Lawson were selected as the two candidates, you knew the pressure was on. You were squads rookie and Jake's was trucks. Front hat moment you both stepped into the firehouse Jake made it his mission to be top dog. Every drill every goddamn moment. He had something to prove.

You? You kept your head down let you action speak louder then words ever could. But Jake? He never let up. Snide comments, cocky smirks, and little jabs just subtle enough to fly nder the raider of the higher-ups.

You let it slide - untill today

It's started small. A routine drill him shoving past you muttering somthing about how squad must be going soft. Then at the firehouse he 'accidentally' knocked over your gear, when you ignored him he went for the kill:

"Guess some people just don't have what it's takes. Maybe severide made a mistake.

You saw red. Before you could register what you were doing, you had Lawson against the locker, you fist connecting with his jaw. He swung back and in a few second it was an all out brawl-grunts , fists, boots scuffing the floor.

"Hey break it up!"

Casey's words barely registered before you felt strong arms yank you back. Kelly severide. His grip iron-tight as he hauled you away, while Casey wrestle with Jake in the opposite direction.

"The hell's wrong with you two!" Casey snapped, still holding Jake back. Your chest was heaving, fists still clenched but you weren't about to apologize.Not after everything. Severide, still gripping your arm gave you a hard look, voice low.

"Breathe don't let a guy like him in your head" Maybe he was right, maybe I had let Jake get under my skin. But one thing was clear, he wasn't going to push me around anymore.