REACTIONS
AUTHOR'S NOTE/DISCLAIMER
This came about from the preview for tomorrow's episode of Chicago P.D. belongs to Dick Wolf and NBC. I'm not adding the doctor's name because it's not important to the fic.
CHAPTER ONE: SHOCKING TRUTH
Hank couldn't believe what he was hearing. Camille? This guy had killed Camille? He had done this to Camille? He was gonna kill him. Instantly, he lunged, his hands outstretched. He was going to kill him! Rip him limb from limb! He had taken away one of the most important people in the world to him! He couldn't let him get away with it! He heard the sound of him gagging and he cheered inwardly.
"HANK! HANK!" The voices of the members on his team were faint as if from far away. He didn't want to hear them. He just wanted this guy to pay. He needed him to pay. Feeling someone pulling him back, he lashed out with an elbow, only to feel it being caught and he was yanked away.
"Come with me," Olinsky stated, dragging him out of the room and not giving him a choice.
"He killed her! That bastard killed her! He took her from me!" he shouted. How could Al stop me? he wondered.
"I know. And we're going to take him down," Olinsky promised. Can't even imagine how he's feeling. If I found out someone had done this to Meredith…he thought. He would've done the exact same thing. "But Hank, think of her. Think of what she would say. She wouldn't want you going off half-cocked, crazed out of your mind. She'd tell you to stop and think. Work the case," he continued. Hank's throat constricted as he felt the tears starting to come.
"He took her, Al. Justin lost his mother because of this bastard. How am I going to tell him that she wasn't sick at all? How can I tell my son that his mother was murdered?" he wondered, trying to blink back the tears that had started to fall. This'll kill him. He was a wreck after Camille died. I can't even imagine what this will do to him, he thought. But he had to tell him, he knew that. He couldn't keep it from him. And he wouldn't. He just had to figure out how he was going to tell him. How can this be happening? How could Camille have been murdered? Why was she murdered? he wondered. If it was him, he could understand the reasoning: he was a cop and he had made a lot of enemies, which meant there was a plethora of people who would want him dead. But Camille had nothing to do with law enforcement. She had been a school teacher for crying out loud. There was no reason to target her. He let out a shaky breath. I'll get this guy, Cammy. I'll make him pay. He won't get away with killing you. I promise, he thought to himself. And he would. Nothing was going to stop him from taking this guy down. Nothing.
"I don't know. But I know this: we're not stopping until guy is either in jail or in the river," Olinsky promised, drawing his friend into a quick hug, his eyes clouding in sympathetic pain for his friend who left wet tears on his shirt.