Entering the common room, Boden looks over at where the group sits, a silence taking over the room as they all look down at a piece of paper in front of them
Cruz: "Hey, Chief. Do you really need these by end of shift, or can we think on them some?"
Boden: "On my third shift as candidate on Truck, we lost Mikey Philo in the Superior fire. We all got back to the house, pulled off our turnout gear, put on our work boots. Mikey's boots had just stood untouched for a month. That was a reminder. These are about having no regrets. So...end of shift, please." he nods, moving over to the coffee machine as Kelly follow him, shaking his head with a sigh
Kelly: "It was tougher than I expected."
Boden: "Yeah, well, it's a tradition worth bringing back."
Jimmy: "Chief" he greets, entering the room "Hey, sorry I'm late, guys."
Boden: "Um, let's go talk in my office."
Jimmy: "If it's all the same to you, I'd like to get changed and get to work."
Boden: "Okay, go get dressed" he nods, watching Jimmy walk out the room "It goes without saying, people, we are here for him, whatever he needs."
Richardson: "Wallace" he greets, entering the room "Your office." he hums, Boden exchanging a look with Kelly before he follows after him
•
Boden: "They blame me."
Richardson: "They're grieving. They lost a friend and need someone to blame."
Boden: "I made the right call."
Richardson: "I know. And after reading everybody's notes, trust me I would've done the exact same thing."
Boden: "But they still want me gone."
Richardson: "Yeah, they do" he hums, watching Boden sigh "I was able to talk them down. Gave them an alternative I think you'll like."
Boden: "Which is?"
Richardson: "We're revamping the Incident Command Response teams. With all the houses that have been shut down we got a lot of administrative people in need of placement. You'll still be Chief of 51..."
Boden: "Just not incident commander."
Richardson: "Either that or they push to have you demoted...or completely gone." he shrugs, making Boden sigh
Boden: "Who did you have in mind?"
•
Justin: "Ryan!" he calls out, stopping said woman in her tracks as she sighs, turning to face him with a tight smile on her face
Ryan: "Justin. To what do I owe the pleasure?"
Justin: "Just wanted to come and thank the person who saved me."
Ryan: "You've been doing that a lot. Coming by and thanking me."
Justin: "Got a lot of thankfulness to give out."
Ryan: "Mm-hmm." she nods, catching Cruz's eye from behind Justin, secretly motioning for help
Cruz: "Hey, Ry. Severide wants us to go through the equipment. Make sure everything's working properly before a call comes in."
Ryan: "On my way" she nods, giving Justin a tight-lipped smile "Well, duty calls."
Justin: "Oh. That's okay. I'll, uh, I'll see you around."
Ryan: "Yep. Mm-hmm" she nods, following beside Cruz as they enter the common room "That guy is driving me crazy."
Cruz: "Should we call the police?"
