Footsteps approached her office and she didn't even need to turn around to know who it was. "How long have you been in here, Voight?" Helen Brody, chief of the Chicago Crime Lab, asked her.

Bethany greeted her boss with a smile. The two shared a lot in common including growing up in Chicago, being part of the 12% female population who worked in the Police Department, and many more. "I was called in around 4 then went to the crime scene. Came back and tested fingerprints after that. So, at least 5 hours, give or take."

Helen just nodded. The older woman knew how dedicated Bethany was to her job. "And? Are there any leads?"

"Well," Beth said as she brought out her tickler and began reading the data she had scribbled in. "Avery Urks, a librarian, was brought in at Chicago Med this morning for similar injuries. I'm heading over there right now. We have reason to suspect our rapist is not a first timer and the Jane Doe we found was not his first victim."

"Okay, make sure to ask if Ms Urks had done a rape kit." As Helen said this, the young CSI was already getting her coat and making her way to the elevators. She noticed the way her shoulders slumped and the tired eyes Bethany had possessed. "Oh, and Voight," she called out, just as the other woman stepped inside the elevator. "Make sure to get some decent amount of sleep after this case is over."

Bethany gave a bright smile. "Copy that, boss."

Smiles and formalities greeted Beth as she walked through the halls of the Emergency Department at Chicago Med. Unfortunately, due to the nature of the cases she worked on, the staff had been accustomed to the visits of the CSI. "Hey, Beth." Maggie, the nurse in-charge, greeted her. "What brings you here?"

"Hey, Maggie." She replied, "I'm here to interview Avery Urks. She was found with lacerations in her forearms and a black eye."

Maggie's eyes stared at the young woman. "I don't even want to know how you guessed her injuries accurately." The two of them shared a laugh and then she replied, "She's in Trauma 2. You can wait for Dr. Rhodes if you want to know more about the extent of her injuries."

For a second there, Beth's eyes widened then she quickly re-gained her composure. "Thanks, Maggie."

Rhodes, Rhodes, Rhodes. The name played over and over again in her mind, Connor Rhodes?

Bethany felt a churning feeling in her stomach, one she had not felt in almost 12 years. When she had finally arrived in Trauma 2, she knew exactly why she had that feeling. A man in scrubs and a lab coat, holding a clipboard in his hands and a pen in the other was standing beside Avery Urks. The CSI felt like she was looking at a stranger but she knew it was just Connor, her old friend.

It was just a slightly older and mature (and more handsome) version of him than the scrawny teenager she used to see. "Hey," Bethany's voice came out like a crack and she quickly cleared her throat. "Hello. I'm Bethany Voight. I work with the crime lab. May I ask you some questions, Ms Urks?"

She felt eyes staring at her but quickly ignored it as Connor made his way out the room. "Take your time, Ms Voight." He said and closed the curtain between the two women.

Damn, Beth looks good. Those were the only words that seemed to be on his mind.

Well, in his opinion, she always had been the only pretty girl he had known in his teenage years. After attending an exclusive Christian all-boys school, Connor was pretty much unfamiliar with the female world. It was weird seeing his old friend, one that he knew both of them had something more than friendship, so abruptly. It was like being on cloud nine then after a few hours of that, you get hit by a train.

After a few hours of doing rounds, Connor found himself on the rooftop of the hospital. He wasn't surprised when he noticed the familiar figure and brown hair. Then again, it seemed like whatever he did, it always led him to Beth. Connor decided to join her and discreetly stood beside her with his forearms leaning on the railings. "Hey, stranger." He greeted her.

The greeting seemed to make her come out of the trance. Beth's eyes whipped from the city to Connor's face. "Hey, yourself." She replied, making the first move and nudging his shoulder with hers.

Connor noticed the way she pouted her lower-lips and the disappointed look she wore on her heart-shaped face. "Rough day?" He asked.

She scoffed. "More like a rough life." She answered, "I have a dead 16 year-old who was raped at gunpoint and no victims want to come out and identify the killer. That patient you have, Avery Urks? I'm 98% sure had the same attacker."

It was a routine. Beth had the biggest mouth and when she needed to rant, Connor would always be there to listen to her. She took a deep breath and looked at Connor. "But in brighter topics, when did you come back?"

"The other day. I was in that train-wreck. It was a good way to start my first day in Chicago Med." He answered, looking at her face for any reactions. Unfortunately, he had received none or he might not notice any of them.

Silence filled the two after a few moments. Connor cleared his throat and said some words that he had meant to say years ago. "Beth, it wasn't your fault."

Beth visibly sucked in a breath. She began to fiddle with her fingers uncharacteristically due to the nervousness she felt. Finally, she swallowed the lump in her throat and began to speak. "It was good seeing you, Connor."

With that, she turned her heel and left, without waiting for his response. "Is she your friend, Dr. Rhodes?" Connor saw Dr. Charles at his other side had asked the question.

The stunned doctor nodded. "Yes, a very good one."