I Dare You To Move

-SwitchFoot

I Dare You To Move is my first ongoing story, and my first one for Chicago PD, so sorry if characters are OOC or it takes a while to get going, or if it just plain sucks. I also know nothing about Chicago or medical treatment or policies, so I'll probably screw all that up. Feel free to correct me. The title is the same as a wonderful song by Switchfoot, it's great, go check it out. The story focuses around Voight's character and his decisions, so there will probably end up being a lot of him and Lindsay family moments, but I will do everything in my power to make it a whole-unit story. It's not a Linstead story ('Cause I can't write romance), but it does focus on both their characters and their relationship as partners.

Since this story focuses around the unit as a whole, I won't show any scenes with the bad guys, until Voight discovers who they are and tracks them down. My plan is to have the readers only know as much as Voight does. Sorry, if this A/N was really long. I hope you enjoy. Criticism is always welcome.

Chapter 1 All The Ones Who Love You

(My Wish by Rascal Flatts)

"Alright." Voight's voice rang out across the room. "Good job today. All of you, it's been a long day, go home. Paperwork can wait," he announced before retreating to his office, probably to do some paperwork.

"I am so good with that!" Ruzek cheered.

Olinsky rolled his eyes as Atwater patted Ruzek on the back. "You want to go grab some drinks?" Asked the newest member of intelligence.

Ruzek smiled. "Oh, hell yes. We earned it. Let's grab Roman and Ki- Burgess. Al? You in?"

The older detective shrugged. "I'll meet you there."

"Dawson? Lindsay? Halstead?" Ruzek asked, as Olinsky headed over to Voight's office and Atwater made his way down the stairs to get the two cops.

Dawson agreed, "I'm free."

Halstead exchanged a glance with his partner. "I don't k-" she began.

"Sure," Halstead blurted out, cutting of the female detective.

"Awesome" Ruzek cheered, racing down the stairs after Atwater. "See you there."

Lindsay glared at her partner. "Really?"

He laughed, "You need to loosen up more. You did good today. We got a father back to his daughter. We've earned a break. You've earned a break."

She sighed as she threw on her jacket. As she made her way down the stairs with Halstead, she smirked. "Okay fine," she decided. "But just this once."

"You said that last time too," he teased.

"Do you want me to go?"

Halstead put his hand up in surrender. "Last time?" he joked. "What last time?"

Voight silently watched the two detective's disappear down the stairs. Once they were out of sight, Olinsky spoke up.

"You should take your own advice sometimes."

Voight shrugged. "I can't exactly go with you guys."

"Fair enough," he decided, remembering the bad blood Voight had with the owner's of the bar they frequented. Isn't Justin in town? Couldn't you go 'bond' with your son and Olive?"

"They need time to themselves. They've got a lot to talk about."

"My point still stands. Put down the paperwork for once. Even if it's just watching the game at home, alone on your couch, you've earned some down time. Take some."

"Maybe, once I'm done this."

Olinsky let out a small laugh. "You're impossible. At least get some rest. I'll see you tomorrow."

Voight nodded as Olinksky went to his desk to pick up his jacket and headed off.

Voight headed home around midnight. He sat down on his couch with a cold beer from the fridge and turned on the television. He had no idea what he was watching though (some late night, boring drama) since his mind was thinking of a million other things: Justin and Olive and their future, Erin and Jay, and whether or not they were going out behind his back (he decided they weren't), and how terrible Ruzek and Burgess were at hiding their relationship (not that it really mattered, she wasn't in his unit).

Time passed by and around 1am, he decided he should get some sleep before shift tomorrow. He was turning off the TV when his phone rang. Dawson's name appeared on the screen.

"Voight," he answered. "What is it?"

"It's my sister. She was working the late shift at the firehouse, when Mills and Brett came back from a call. Voight, it's Erin."

Voight froze. "What?"

"She's been shot. I don't know the details, but they took her to Chicago Med. I'll grab Halstead, and call Al. He can grab Ruzek and Atwater. We'll meet you there."

Olinsky arrived at the hospital with Atwater and Ruzek at his heels (Burgess too, for some reason). They bunch made their way to the front desk.

"Erin Lindsay. GSW," he demanded, ignoring the fact that the poor man was on the phone.

The receptionist simply nodded. "One moment please," he said to the person on the phone. "You lot with Voight?"

"Yeah. That's us."

"You're a lot calmer than him. Just go down that hallway. Take the second right. You should find your boss there, in the waiting room. That's all I can tell you. Sorry."

Burgess nodded. "Thank you." By the time she'd finished the two words, the others were already rushing off.

"Voight," Olinsky called when they found him. "How is she? What happened?"

He shook his head. "GSW is all I know. No one's come out yet with details. She's still in surgery."

"Damn," Atwater muttered. "They were fine when she and Halstead left Molly's." Ruzek and Burgess, nodded, confirming what he'd said.

"Where are Halstead and Dawson?" Ruzek wondered a loud.

As if on cue, Voight's phone rang, Dawson's name showing up on the screen.

"Well, this can't be good," Ruzek muttered.

"Dawson. Where are you?" Voight barked.

"I'm at Halstead's place," he said, his voice frantic.

"I'm going to put you on speaker. Hang tight...Okay go."

"He wasn't picking up when I called him. So I came here- to his place." There was a pause. "You...you might want to get over here."

"Dawson," Voight barked. "Speak."

"Halstead's not here. The place is a mess and there's a lot of blood and a hole in the wall, from a bullet. It's a safe bet that Lindsay was shot here."

"At Halstead's place?" Voight repeated. He didn't ask why she was there. He had a detective down and another missing. There was only one question on his mind. "Damn it? What the hell happened there?"

"I don't know," Dawson admitted. "But you should probably get a CSU over here. Now."

"I'll call Roman," Burgess volunteered, earning a confused look from most of the unit. "We'll help Dawson and the CSI's with the crime scene." She took in the confused looks. "You're two men down. You need the help."

Voight nodded.

Burgess pulled out her phone and walked off, shouting "call me when you know anything!" as she did.

"You too!" Ruzek replied.

"Dawson..."Voight whispered, "In house."

"All due respect boss," he stated. "I will do whatever it takes. If calling in back-up helps us catch these dirt bags and find Halstead, I'm not going to wait for your 'say so'."

Voight sighed, "Find them Antonio."

The only response was the sound of the Antonio hanging up.

"Forget what I said about rest," Voight stated to Olinsky, Ruzek and Atwater. "Al, you and Ruzek, head back to the station and see if the two of them had any enemies who might have done this."

"It's going to be a long list..." Ruzek pointed out.

"Do I look like I care?" Voight growled. Ruzek shook his head. "Atwater, you stay here. Let us know the moment you know anything about Lindsay. The moment!"

"What about you?" The newest detective asked as the other three began to leave the waiting room. They all paused at the question.

"I'm going to ask around," he explained. "No one sleeps until we solve this. Now let's go."

Dun Dun Dun. Next Chapter will be up soon. Either later tonight or in the next couple days. Suggestions and any comments are welcome. Hope you liked it.