Chicago Fire

Chloe just told me that she's pregnant.

That's great news!

You're gonna make a great dad.

You cannot tell anyone.

No one can find out, okay?

Gallo, if I was to give you my number,

you would call me, right?

Cruz would murder me, and you know it.

I know what you said about her being off limits...

Not this one.

Still no Severide?

I was worried at first.

Now I'm pissed off.

She spent the night at Brett's.

I'm telling you, it'll blow over.

I'm Sydney.

Give me a call if you're not seeing someone.

Are you alive in there? I'm heading out.

I have no idea

how I slept through the alarm.

- Hi. - Oh.

- Bye. - Bye.

Yeah, so um, I can be ready in ten,

but you and Stella don't have to wait.

Uh, it's just me.

- I'll wait. - Okay.

Mmm.

Looks like you need a sous chef.

What?

No, thanks, but...

I'm good.

You have gotta stop being scared of Cruz.

I'm not, I'm not.

I got this.

Okay.

Hmm.

- Morning. - Hey.

Uh, fair warning,

someone slipped some sort of nut flavor in there.

It's worse than you think.

Capp's been brewing up "Southern Pecan."

Oh, God.

Yeah.

Hey, um...

I know I asked for space,

and you've been really great about that,

but it's been a while,

and it's nice just to talk again, you know?

Yeah, it is.

Ugh, Gallo.

What century is this breakfast of yours gonna be ready?

Almost done, okay?

Hey, so, uh, when are you gonna tell people

- about Chloe being... - Shh, shh.

Listen, she's being extra careful, all right?

She doesn't want anybody to know for a couple weeks.

Just in case anything...

Hey.

Why'd you just stop talking like that?

What? No, I didn't.

Was it about me?

- Uh, no. - No.

Squad 3, Truck 81,

Engine 51, Ambulance 61,

structure collapse...

Hey, over here!

Hurry!

Hurry, please! You gotta help me!

My baby's in the backseat. I can't get him out.

Yeah, we'll get him, but we need you to stand back.

- No, I... - We're just gonna have you

stand right over here, all right?

- But I... - It's gonna be okay.

Okay, we've got free flowing gasoline.

No one moves until I say so!

51, we need an A-triple-F.

All right, give me two minutes, Casey!

Uh, Johnny, stretch of 50.

Ritter, let's get that foam prepped.

Gallo, go inside

- and find the main fuel shutoff. - Copy.

Mouch, look for any other victims.

- Kidd, get ready with CO2. - Copy.

Severide, there's an infant in that minivan.

Be ready to get him out.

Okay. Squad!

Spreaders and cribbing now, let's go!

Copy that!

Fall back!

Fall back! Fall back!

Get down! Everybody down!

Kidd, get the fire off that minivan!

Oh, I was just... -Oh, Tammy.

- Gallo! - I'm okay.

- Where'd she come from? - Under there.

- She's lucky you came along. - Yeah.

Let's get her to the medics.

Ah, you need to find the main shutoff.

- I never made it inside. - Okay, got it.

Looks like we can get in the far window on the back side.

We'd have to go in there pretty far though.

Herrmann, where's that foam?

In a minute!

I'm not waiting. You with me?

Hell yeah.

Kidd, cover us! We're going in!

- Gallo, I need more CO2. - Yeah.

Got it.

Is he okay? Oh!

Oh, my God.

He's good. He's all right.

Thank you. Thank you.

- Kidd, Herrmann! - Over here.

Okay.

Just have a seat. Let's check him out.

Hey, who's this?

Where'd she come from?

Gallo found her under the canopy.

Got to her right before it all went up.

Took care of that shut-off switch, Captain.

I'm gonna need to scrub the gasoline off this coat

before I pass out from the fumes.

Hey, Mouch.

Did you see Gallo's save?

No.

I came up on him after. Good thing too.

If I saw him dive under there,

I might've had another heart attack.

It was a pretty ballsy move.

Hey.

I just wanna let you know

I'm gonna stay at Brett's again tonight.

Well, do what you gotta do.

Hey, Gallo.

Doc says your victim's gonna be okay.

Ah, awesome. Thank you.

It's good thing considering

you almost ate a fireball for her.

Hey, you were that close?

No.

No, no, no, no.

I gotta hear this. Spill.

Okay, well, there's not much to tell.

I was heading inside to find the fuel shut-off

when I saw her lying under the canopy,

out cold, basically drowning in gasoline,

and that pump was, you know, was shooting off sparks

like the Fourth of July.

He's underselling it.

She was tucked way in there,

and he somehow got her out

half a second before the whole thing went up.

Did you drag her out?

Nah, I just scrambled under there

and dove on top of her and then rolled us both out

before the fwoop.

Oh, whoa. Really?

Gallo.

- Can I have a word? - Yeah.

What's up?

I gave you an order on that call, did I not?

What do you mean? About the shut-off?

Yes, you told me to take care of it,

but I spotted the victim

and the shut-off wasn't gonna help her.

She was already covered in gas.

The order I'm referring to

is when I said no one moves in until I say so.

She'd be dead if I didn't move in right then and there.

You're lucky you're not dead too.

Diving in head first wasn't your only option.

You forget how to use the radio?

Report your situation, call for backup!

Okay, with all due respect, Captain,

you knew I was quick to act when you hired me.

That's why you hired me,

and I think I deserve the benefit of the doubt here.

I mean, I was operating with information you wouldn't have.

Go home.

Wait, what?

Pack up and go home.

Captain...

I can't be your babysitter, Gallo.

Come back when you got your head on straight.

I know what all that whispering was about.

- You do? - Yeah.

And if you saw it,

say it to my face.

What are you talking about, Mouch?

Okay.

Really this whole thing is my fault.

I'm the one who made him tell the story.

No, that's not on you.

It sounds like Gallo got himself sent home.

Ambulance 61, person down, Washington Square Park,

901 West Clark.

Copy that. On our way.

10-4, Ambulance 61.

I've got you en route.

I don't know what's wrong with her.