Imagine Matt Casey missing you.
Matt half-waved goodbye to Severide when he left the apartment, then stayed slumped on the couch. He’d promised his friends that he would think about going out to the bar tonight, but he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. It was hard, being without you. Even for this one week as you headed to New York for a couple of business conferences.
The highlights of the hockey game that just finished up didn’t entertain him enough to bring him out of his mood, but looking at his phone did. Sliding through photo after photo of the two of you, and then the ones that you had sent him today of the view from the hotel that you were staying at. You could look straight down into Times Square. The ‘wish you were here’ text hurt his heart.
He decided to call you, though it was getting pretty late. You answered on the second ring. “Hey babe, you alright?” Your voice was the only thing that could make him smile at this point.
“Yeah, just miss you,” He said with a sigh.
“Are you just laying on the couch doing nothing again?” You sighed. “Come on, Matt. Go to Molly’s. Have a drink with your friends. You need it.”
“Won’t be fun without you.”
“You had fun there before me, so you can do it now. I mean it, Mister. I’m going to call you back in forty-five and if I don’t hear Mouch and Herrman arguing, I’m staying here for another couple of days as punishment.”
