PANIC MOMENT

AUTHOR'S NOTE/DISCLAIMER

I am retooling my CPD stories to take out the slash/multiple relationship angles and ask that you be patient with me. Jay and Erin's POVS during a scene in the ep "I Am The Apocalypse". And as always, Shay is alive. Belongs to Dick wolf and NBC.

Jay was at his desk doing paperwork when the call came in. He looked up and his eyes flickered as his boss, Sergeant Hank Voight, picked up the phone and then proceeded to make some attentive noises. This is bad, he thought, a pit growing in his stomach. From the expression on the older man's face, it was clear that something big had gone down. He just didn't know what yet. Finally, the sergeant hung up.

"There was a bombing in Chicago Med. Fifty-One was inside," he reported. Oh damn, Jay thought frantically and he locked eyes with Erin who had the same distraught expression on her face. "Halstead, Ruzek, get down there."

"On it, Boss." With that, Jay and Adam quickly hurried out and drove to the scene, getting there a few minutes later and the two immediately went up to the people outside of the hospital and began talking to them. A few minutes later, Jay tried to ignore the chaos outside as he dialed Hank's number.

"Voight," he heard.

"Yeah, it's Halstead. I'm at Chicago Med. It's a mess over here," he responded.

"Anyone say what's going on?" his commanding officer questioned.

"Witnesses say that they heard the guy say that he had something worse than the Ebola Virus," the officer replied. And Will's in there, he thought. Oh damn. If he lost his little brother-no! He couldn't think like that! Will would be fine. He was sure of it. He just had to hold on to that feeling. "Hank, if we don't put a stop to this, quickly-"

"I know." Jay was about to say more when he heard a beeping on his phone. While this was going on, Erin was chasing down leads. She couldn't believe this was happening. What kind of sick freak would do something like this? Her phone's ringtone broke through her reverie and she picked it up.

"Lindsay here," she announced.

"It's Shay," a voice announced and the Intelligence officer could feel herself becoming tense. The blond paramedic was the only one who knew she and Kelly were involved with one another and if she was calling her, it had to be bad.

"Shay, what's up?" she queried, trying to quell her unease.

"Kelly's in surgery," she responded and she felt her blood run cold. Kelly had been hurt in the blast? What if she lost him? No! She couldn't think like that! Kelly was tough. He'd pull through. He had to.

"Surgery! W-was he-how bad was he hurt?"

"He jumped on the guy holding the bomb. Saved a lot of people but was hurt pretty bad himself. They don't even know if the surgery's going to help." As she heard this, the officer felt her breathing become labored and panicked as she ended the call. Kelly was hurt. He was needing surgery and there was a chance that it wouldn't help him. What if she lost him? She wasn't sure if she could recover from that. No, no, no, no, no, no! I can't lose Kelly! I can't! her mind screamed. She couldn't lose Kelly. She needed him. She was the one who kept her grounded. What was she supposed to do if she lost him? She couldn't lose him. She couldn't. She wasn't sure what would happen if she did…

THE END