Chapter 1: Everything is Not What it Seems

Voight, through his office window, was staring at Lindsay on her desk. She was moving papers around on her desk. He knew that was a sign of something being on her mind being that she was always work-oriented in the office. She had called in sick the week before with the flu. He knew something was wrong since then because he and Jay had both offered to go care for her but she insisted that they would end up getting sick to. She knew that Voight never got sick and really wouldn't have cared about that being that his one concern was to get her well again. He began to take a sip of his coffee tasting nothing but its concentration. Jay then walked in from the stairs. He already knew about the fling between the two and was against it from the very beginning. It was not so much that he did not put up with in-house romances as much as it was that he raised Lindsay like she was his own daughter and knew that if things went south in the relationship she would dig herself down into one of her rabbit holes.

The office was surprisingly calm. It was early in the morning and everyone was just checking up on the well-being of their C.I.'s. He stood up from his chair and began to reach for the door. Everyone held their heads high as the boss walked in. He looked over everyone's shoulder to see if there was anything needing his attention, leaving Lindsay last. He then went up to the edge of Lindsay's desk and sat there. Lindsay looked up slowly. "Anything you want to talk about?" asked Voight. "I'm fine," whispered Lindsay while clearing her throat. He then reached at Erin's shoulder and whispered at the same tone as hers, "We'll talk later." Lindsay nodded her head in hesitance but accepted.

As Voight turned he saw everyone's faces staring with concern. "Halstead, Dawson, I need a favor," he calmly stated. They stood up sternly. "I need you to check on Emilia Flores. She was one of Atwater's C.I.'s. It seems that she has not contacted us in a while, so just go ahead and do a drive-by to see how things are going." Both Halstead and Dawson grabbed their coats, without question, and headed for the staircase as Voight handed them her file. Lindsay then grabbed her mug and headed for the lounge to get a refill on her coffee.

Ruzek had taken the day to catch up on wedding plans with Burgess. As Lindsay walked into the lounge, Olinsky walked up to Voight as they both stared at Lindsay. "Everything ok?" asked Olinsky. "All I know is something isn't right." replied Voight as they both kept an eye on Lindsay. At that second, Olinsky turned to Voight as Voight kept staring at Lindsay. She seems unsteady as if she was about to lose her balance. Voight took a step forward about to rush up to her but it all happened so fast. Lindsay slammed the craft back onto the coffee pot, not enough to break it, but enough to send a startle and spilled a bit of coffee onto the counter from her mug. Both Olinsky and Voight then were about to rush to Lindsay but then she ran out of the lounge passing both Olinsky and Voight who still had concerned and confused looks on their faces. Voight then ran right behind her up until he had to stop himself when she ran right into the ladies restroom. "Lindsay?!" shouted Voight. Olinsky rushed behind him with an unopened water bottle.

Sergeant Platt then walked in with her usual sassy attitude, noticing that both men were standing right behind the ladies restroom. "Not the smartest way to pick up the ladies, gentlemen" she said with a smirk. "Ruzek told me to tell you that -" Voight stopped her midsentence. "He can wait, go in and check on Erin!" he stated without giving her an option. She then looked at him with a face of concern and understanding as she was handed the water bottle from Olinsky. Platt then walked in, walking slowly through each stall until she found one with feet sticking out of them as if she was facing the toilet. Platt softly knocked on the stall door as she placed the water bottle under and inside of the stall. Lindsay, with a shaking hand, reached for it. "Thanks" she said softly. Platt took a breath in then paused. "If you needed an extra day to get over that flu, you could have just asked" she continued "you know Voight would have approved considering you haven't taken a day off since you started the academy." They both chuckled.
Lindsay then stood up carefully, flushed, and then opened the stall door. Platt then guided Lindsay to the sink where she washed her hands and face. There was something about Lindsay that did not settle right with Platt. It could have been the look in her eye, but she was not sure. "Are you…" she paused briefly then continued "using… again? Hey what happens here stays here, but you should know that I don't like that and Voight will find out" stated Platt. Lindsay was more thrown off by Platt's concern rather than the fact that she had just been asked if she was taking drugs again. "No." said Lindsay with her voice still shaking. "Are you… pregnant?" asked Platt carefully. Lindsay looked up quickly. "No." said Lindsay with her voice shaking even more. Platt noticed that her eyes were watering more than what they already were. Lindsay looked down, took a breath than began to speak. Words did not come out. Lindsay began to see darkness surrounding her sight as she looked back up at Platt. She shook her head. Platt then grabbed Lindsay's arms as she was slowly collapsing to the floor. "Voight, Olinsky!" shouted Platt. The door slammed opened, being because they were still outside waiting to check on Lindsay. Platt looked down to see Lindsay mumbling slowly out of consciousness. "Call an ambo!" she yelled as she placed a damp paper towel on Lindsay's forehead.

Voight stood in shock. "This is Detective Alvin Olinsky, I need an ambulance at the 21st District of the Chicago Police Department, second floor we have an officer down" stated Olinsky firmly to the 911 operator. Voight and Olinsky then ran up to Erin trying to wake her up. She looked pale. Ruzek followed the commotion and ran into the restroom. "Whoa! What's going on here?!" he exclaimed. Turns out, Platt was going up to tell him that Ruzek was coming in early because the Priest was not able to make it to the meeting due to some emergency. Voight and Olinsky did not question why he was there. Their main focus was helping Erin. Everyone was over her patting her cheeks and rubbing her hands, trying to wake her up. "We don't have time to wait for this shit!" yelled Voight. He then lifted Lindsay's pale lifeless body as Platt guided her head and Olinsky grabbed the keys and Ruzek opened all the doors.

They reached the staircase just to find the paramedics about to carry the gurney up the stairs. They then prepped for the patient to be placed on the gurney. Ruzek, Platt, and Olinsky all stepped aside as Voight carried Lindsay down the narrow staircase and onto the gurney. Everyone rushed out as other officers cleared a path. "I'll ride" said Voight. By this time, Erin was beginning to come in and out of consciousness. The ambulance doors slammed shut as Olinsky, Platt, and Ruzek watched as Voight grabbed Erin's hand while trying to keep a straight face due to him trying to hold back tears. The paramedics then got an IV started and began checking her vitals. Her blood pressure was dangerously low at a reading of 50/30. "Lindsay? Can you hear me?" asked Voight. She was about to lose consciousness again as she whispered "Camille." By this time, Voight lost it, but still managed to hold back the tears. His throat began to tighten from all of the effort he put into keeping a straight face. He was not a very religious man, but hearing Erin say the name of his late wife, her foster mother, made him believe that she was very ill. He refused to consider the fact that Erin was possibly dying and seeing his wife, although the thought crossed his mind but he threw it out the second it did. "You're going to be ok, sweetie" he kept repeating as he stroked her head. Voight looked up to see the sign of Chicago Medical Center. The ambulance pulled up to the hospital and the doors flew open. "She's hypotensive, B.P. 50/30" said one of the paramedics. Voight ran by Erin's side up until the nurse said he couldn't. "We have to stabilize her before there are any visitors" she explained. "But she's my daughter!" he yelled even though he knew because she was clearly not a minor anymore that foster guardianship would have gotten him nowhere. "Like I said" said the nurse. "Does she have any history with drug abuse?" she asked. "She's a cop" said Voight just to save the trouble of having to explain how she was busted for drug abuse as a kid and how she's a Chicago police officer now. "Does your family have any history with heart problems or low blood pressure?" she asked. "I don't know" said Voight knowing he wouldn't be able to answer that with certainty since he knew nothing beyond Erin's mother and father. "Is there any way she can be - " she was interrupted by Dr. Goodwin. "Don't worry, Hank, we've got her" she said. Her and Voight both shook hands and Goodwin rushed into Erin's room as the nurse followed.

Voight stood there for several minutes before Olinsky, Halstead, and Dawson showed up. "Is she ok?" Halstead asked. Without saying a word, Voight pulled Halstead aside, leaving Olinsky and Dawson in front of the door. "Do you know anything about this?" Voight asked Dawson. "If I did, don't you think I would have said something by now?!" Halstead rolled his eyes in frustration. Olinsky and Dawson walked up to them. "Is she ok?" asked Dawson. "I don't know" replied Voight with a shaking voice and stern face. The all patted Voight in the back. "She's tough, she'll get through whatever this is" said Dawson. Halstead walked away into the waiting room, sat down and began to shake his head. Voight nodded then joined him as Olinsky and Dawson followed. An hour and a half passed before Dr. Goodwin approached them. They all stood. "She pulled through, she's going to be alright" she said calmly. The tension in the room lightened and Voight felt as if a ton of bricks had been lifted from his shoulders. "She's already asking for you" she said. He nodded and began walking into her room.