Chicago Fire

I get the feeling you don't think

you have to follow the rules.

Pascal might have okayed all of it,

but Pascal isn't battalion chief anymore... I am.

I'm starting to get the feeling

there's some kind of personal problem here,

but I'm in the dark.

- Let's just say I've been in this position before,

and I'm not gonna make the same mistake twice.

This needs to go over to the CFD front office.

- Against Lieutenant Severide? - Is there a problem, Lucy?

I slept with Vasquez.

I had no idea that you had a crush on Vasquez,

or I never would have done it.

There's nothing going on between us anymore.

Hey, Vi, it is okay.

You could have told me sooner, but...

- Yeah. - I get it.

Instinct...

it is vital to every medic in the field.

Every day you are walking into high-stakes situations

where lives are on the line,

having to make split-second decisions.

There is no backup.

There's no guidebook. There's no plan.

It's just you

and your partner.

When firefighters step into the Joint Duty Program,

they are not just riding along.

They become one half of a team.

And in that team,

there is nothing more important than trust.

It's critical.

Everything else depends on it,

because it's not just your instincts

that you have to trust.

It's theirs, too.

And that trust can mean the difference

between life and death.

Time sheet.

Filled it out right this week.

- And submitted before end of shift... that is a first.

Actually, you know what?

15 minutes before. That's basically early.

- Oh, hey, you still owe me that maintenance request form

for that broken-latch thing on 81.

- Oh, no, I'm gonna fix it myself before I leave.

- Okay, well, if you're looking to score points staying late,

you should know that Chief Hopkins isn't here.

- He's over at 20. - Lucy, come on.

I don't do it for the credit, okay?

I do it for the love of the game.

Right. Mm-hmm.

Still got a couple minutes

before I have to drop off the ambo,

and I'm kind of craving

one of those gross cinnamon-bun things.

- There's a QuickGo's up ahead. - Sure.

I need more caffeine gum anyway.

I think I'm almost out.

- I'm pretty sure you're one of the only people on Earth

- who chews that stuff. - Yeah.

- Vasquez says the same thing. - Hmm.

You okay?

- I was just thinking about what you said in your lecture...

the thing about trust.

- I know. That part's not right... it's too wordy.

I got to keep working on it.

- That... that's not what I meant.

Oh.

Okay.

Partners are supposed to trust each other,

and I know you've got my back in the field.

I am not questioning that.

But something's been weighing on me, and I-I just...

I just need to say it.

Okay.

You kept something from me

about what happened between you and Vasquez.

And I get it.

I know you already explained all the reasons,

but I would be lying if I said it didn't hurt.

And, uh, we don't need to talk about it.

I just needed to tell you.

We can go inside now.

- Novak, hang on. - Hey! Hey!

- Medics, please, I need help! - What's going on?

- My girlfriend... - she's pregnant,

and... and something's wrong.

I don't know. I think she might be in labor.

- Okay, slow down. - Where is she?

- She's just down the block. - Please.

- Okay. - I'll get the jump bag.

We will follow you.

I was outside on hold with 911

'cause I can't get service in my building,

and then I saw you drive by... thank God.

This is us right here.

I'm the building's super.

I got an office down in the basement.

My girlfriend, Sarah, she lives next door.

She does laundry down there sometimes, so...

Uh, that's where I found her, uh, doubled over.

Right this way.

- Sarah. - What's going on?

- Your, uh, boyfriend said you were in pain

and that you might be in labor, so we're here to help.

He's not my boyfriend.

Violet.

You have to get me out of here.

No one's going anywhere.

- Turn off your radios. - Hand 'em over.

And your bag, too.

Now!

What's your name?

You don't need my name.

It's Ryan.

Now your phones.

Come on.

- Ryan, you want to tell us what's going on?

I told you.

She's in pain. Something's wrong.

Why is she tied up?

'Cause I'm protecting her and the baby.

That's not what this looks like.

You don't know anything.

We have a connection.

I watch over her.

And she tried to leave, so I did what I had to do.

Tell them, Sarah.

Tell them about our connection.

I just want the baby to be okay.

So do I.

That's why I brought them here.

They're gonna deliver this baby,

and then we're getting out of here.

- If she's in labor, she needs hospital care.

Medics deliver babies all the time.

Now do your job.

- We can't do our job without our equipment.

No.

I control the bag.

You tell me what you need.

Blood pressure cuff and pulse oximeter.

- It's the blue rectangle with the digital screen...

front pocket.

- Okay, Sarah, we're gonna get your vitals, okay?

Is this your first pregnancy?

Yeah.

All right.

- How many weeks are you? - 38.

Have you started having contractions?

It felt like it.

Um, the first one was maybe 30 minutes ago,

but I haven't had one since.

Okay, sounds like Braxton Hicks.

Pulse, 98.

- Oxygen, 100. - Blood pressure is elevated.

Um, is there any medical history

- that we should know about? - Gestational diabetes.

I-I was diagnosed maybe five months in.

What was your last blood-sugar reading?

315.

D-did you take your shot?

I didn't get a chance.

What's the problem?

- Sarah is diabetic and hasn't had her insulin,

so she is showing signs of hyperglycemia

and is likely headed into ketoacidosis.

What does that mean?

- It means her body is starting to shut down.

- She needs insulin. - We don't carry it.

You're lying.

You're trying to get out of here.

No, Ryan, I'm not lying.

Insulin needs to be refrigerated.

This is the only way to help her.

Figure out another way.

Okay, um...

- do you have some at home? - Mm-hmm.

Okay, you said she lives next door.

- You can go get it? - Oh, yeah?

And, what, leave you here so you can try to get away?

Ryan, she needs this medicine.

Fine,

but she comes with me so you don't do anything dumb.

- No, absolutely not. - You don't separate us.

You're not the one in control here.

Up!

On your feet.

- I'll be all right. - It's all right. I'm okay.

Move.

Damn it!

- Go. - OK.

Move.

Wait.

Go.

Take these next stairs to the third landing.

Her apartment's on the right.

Slowly. Go.