A/N 1: Hello Chicago PD fandom. Not many of us yet, but I have very high hopes for this show. I do have a favorite character from this show already, and I am going to assume that you all should be able to guess which character it is before this relatively short story is over.

As for this story – I got this idea while watching last night's episode (My Way). What if when Pulpo's mistress slipped Pulpo the gun, there was another Intelligence officer down there when the weapons started blazing?

This is what my little muse came up with, and because my muse (we shall call her Bubbles) is not very nice to our favorite characters, expect there to be blood.

A quick warning – Bubble's and I are not in the medical profession. To be honest, Bubbles likes to be a lazy bum and a bully and I am only 16. Not much knowledge that I have pertained in that certain field. We also have no one who loves us enough to be our beta's. So all mistakes are... BUBBLES! I kid, they are mine, Bubbles just offers me ideas like bait.

Anyways, this lovely show, full of lovely people, does not belong to me. Maybe if I asked Wolf nicely, he might hand over a few characters. He has enough toys to play with.

Enjoy!

Chicago PD

Despite her best efforts to remain calm, Erin Lindsay was quickly becoming stressed. She could understand where Voight was coming from, and why he had the right to know, but how he knew, and why he couldn't trust her to deal with Charlie on her own was frustrating.

She was about to shoot back a witty response when they heard the sounds that couldn't have been anything else but gunshots. Without a second glance at each other, Lindsay opened the door to Voight's office, allowing the detectives to rush out of the room and down the stairs to the Intelligence garage.

The Intelligence group rushed in, guns drawn. The coppery smell of blood was over powering as Erin glanced around at the bodies of some of Chicago's finest. Erin rushed out the open door and into Chicago's wintery streets, the cold hitting her with a vengeance.

Her eyes immediately landed on Antonio's lifeless body, the blood pooling around him. Voight must have seen him as well as he rushed to Antonio's side and placed pressure on the wound, calling for back up and an ambulance.

'Officer's down!'

Erin quickly glanced down the streets, looking for any signs of the missing convict or his family. Seeing nothing, she quickly turned to look at the rest of her team. Olinksy was mournfully checking the bodies of the other officers. Ruzek was halfway up the block, looking for anything that could help their investigation.

Sighing, Erin quickly rushed back to Antonio's side. Looking up at Voight's worried eyes; she could tell that it was bad. She bit her lip and looked back into the garage. The floor was definitely going to be stained an ugly brown color. The desk that sat in the corner behind the cage had blood splattered onto it.

Her detective skills began to kick in as she looked at the wall behind the desk, which was also covered in blood splatter. There was no body around the desk that the blood splatter could have belonged to. She walked quickly to look behind the desk and gasped.

"We have another officer down!" Erin shouted as she looked down at the red and pale mess in front of her.

She was lightly pushed aside as Olinsky rushed over to see who it was. Without another word, he bent down and placed his hands on the worse of the two wounds that were bleeding out of the victim's body. The wound sat right below his collarbone, and went in at a strange angle and had no exit wound. The second wound was located right below his badge that sat nestled on his hip.

Erin wiped the tears from her eyes as she bent down and placed another set of hands on the wound on his thigh. She listened to his breathing which rattled in his chest.

Erin grabbed his hand that sat limply at his side, then thought better of it, instead, beginning to play with his hair, stroking it lightly, while keeping a hand pressing down heavily into his thigh.

Olinksy looked to her with a sad look on his face. "It's bad."

"I figured." Erin tried to not sniffle as she heard sirens off in the distance. "Any idea what the damage is?"

Olinksy nodded grimly. He used a hand and checked the victims pulse, than went to place his hand over the man's mouth, feeling for any breath sounds. "I need another set of hands over here, his heart's beating, but I don't have any respirations!" Looking back to Lindsay with a hard look in his eyes he began to whisper. "The bullet ricocheted around in his chest. My best bet is he's bleeding internally, and quite possibly some lung damage. I need you to start rescue breathing; I will try and staunch the blood over there. You got that?"

Lindsay nodded her head slowly, the tears dribbling down her cheeks slowly.

"Erin. He needs you, so you need to stop being a blubbering mess and do what I said, or he will die." Olinksy knocked aside her hand, and recovered the wound with his left hand, the right staying locked onto the chest wound.

Lindsay got up quickly and looked over to Antonio, Voight, and Ruzek. Ruzek was busy talking to Antonio who still looked unconscious, while Voight looked over to Lindsay, his eyes screaming worry. The ambulance lights were shining off of the buildings across the street as the got closer. Lindsay quickly sat back down as she watched Gabriela Dawson run to her brother's side.

She ran her hand through Halstead's hair again then cupped his lax face in her hands. "You better wake up and you better be OK." Without another word, she pressed her lips onto Halstead's and breathed oxygen into his body. His chest rose, then fell than stopped moving.

Waiting five seconds, she leant down and breathed into her partner again. "Son of a bitch, just breathe damn it."

She heard the rattled breath come back out, and as expected his chest did not rise and fall again.

"There's an officer down over behind that desk, it's bad too." She heard Voight call out. Erin heard the footsteps of a paramedic start to head towards them quickly as she leaned down and gave Halstead another breath. Leslie Shay quickly rounded the corner of the desk and jumped to work.

"Alright, I need a run down. What's going on with our friend here?" Shay asked, as she pulled out some gauze and tape from her bag. She quickly taped down the gauze to the never ending flow of blood coming from Halsteads leg.

"He's not breathing." Erin gasped, as she leaned down to give him another breath.

Shay nodded. She pulled out an Ambo bag and a tube and gently shoved aside Erin. She placed the tube in Jay's throat, then quickly attached the Ambo bag. She looked from Lindsay who sat shakily, staring at her partner, to Olinsky. Who sat, holding some gauze down onto Jay's chest, trying to clot the blood.

"Detective Lindsay, I need you to keep pumping air into his lungs, just like you have been doing. Can you handle that?" Shay asked, handing the bag off to Erin. Erin nodded and began to feed her partner the oxygen as she moved to where Olinksy stood. "I need you to go get the back board from Dawson and tell her that he's a red, he is going to take top priority, then bring the back board here. Tell her we need backup."

Olinksy nodded and jumped up leaving the trio, allowing Shay to scoot over a little bit and examine the wound. "Alright detective's, let's check this sucker out." Shay carefully slid her hand under Jays back and searched for an exit wound. She let out a frustrated sigh as she couldn't find one. "Couldn't have made this simple could you?" She asked, looking into the unconscious face of the detective.

"He never can." Lindsay said quietly.

Olinksy came back with the backboard and Voight trailed him. "Good lord." Voight breathed out as he looked down at the bloody mess before him.

"Alright, Detective Voight and friends, we need to lift him up carefully and slide him onto the board, then we need to stabilize his head and neck with the rolled up towels you see in my bag." Shay grabbed the C-collar and quickly placed it around Jay's neck. Voight took one last glance at Dawson, Dawson, and Ruzek before bending down and listening to the Medic's instructions.

"Alright, on my three, one, two, three." Lindsay continued to pump as Jay was lifted up and placed onto the back board. "How's Dawson?" Shay asked Voight as she place the towels around Jays head and began to replace the gauze around Jay's leg.

"He's stabilizing and able to breathe on his own." Voight answered gruffly as Shay finished her packing with the leg. Shay nodded and grabbed a handle on the backboard. Turning to Lindsay, she spoke. "Keep pumping. On three we are lifting this board and carrying it to the stretcher by Dawson. Everybody got it?"

Olinksy and Voight nodded as Erin began to get to her feet. "Alright, on three, one, two, three." The board lifted slowly and carefully. It leveled out and the group began to shuffle towards the stretcher. Gabby looked up and over and nodded, her eyes red but professional.

Shay nodded back sympathetically then placed the injured detective ion the stretcher. "Alright. I need someone to drive us to the hospital, and another to stay with the Dawson's and help when Dawson asks you to." Voight nodded and immediately split off to go help with the Dawson's. Olinksy also split off and rushed to the front of the truck, quickly getting in.

Shay nodded and began to load the stretcher into the truck quickly. "Are you OK?" Shay asked, jumping into the truck and allowing Lindsay to as well.

Erin nodded numbly. "I'm losing my partner, what do you think?"

Shay nodded than yelled as she closed the doors. "Let's get going. He needed help yesterday!" She beat on the wall that the cabin of the bus was connected to and the truck jerked forward and the sirens turned on immediately.

Erin looked down at the pale face in front of her as Shay began to look over the leg wound which was quickly bleeding throughout more gauze. "Damn it, he's got an arterial bleed." Shay grabbed layers of gauze and packed it onto the leg, than wrapped the leg again.

She moved upwards and began to cut off his shirt. The whole right side of his chest was a large, dark, deep bruise. Erin, bit her lip again to keep from crying as Shay started to palpate. The monitor began to beep faster as Shay moved palpated closer to the heart.

"What the hell?" Shay breathed as she lifted her hands up and watched the heart monitor beep quicken still. "You damn well better not be going in to-" The monitor let out a shrill whine as Erin jumped and pressed air into Jay's lungs again.

"Damn it! He's going into V-fib, hurry up and get this bus to the hospital!" Shay cried out. She quickly began to do respirations on Jay's non beating heart.

She stopped briefly and considered shocking him, and decide to go with it. "OK buddy, I'm going to pump some adrenaline into you and if that doesn't work, shock your heart."

Erin watched as Shay began to set up an IV and pumped some adrenaline into him. Erin read his heart rate speeding up a little bit, but not enough for the machine to stop whining. Shay bit her lips as well as she ripped Jay's shirt apart and got the pads out and pressed them to Jay's chest. Erin pushed one last pump into Jay's lungs and let go.

Leslie brought the paddles to the pads and shouted out. "Clear! 250!" With a violent thud, Jay's body jumped then settled back down onto the stretcher as Shay and Erin glanced hopefully to the monitor.

No change. Erin pumped another breath into Jay's body as Shay started compressions as the paddles loaded. She reached and felt for a pulse, she shook her head grimly as Erin looked to her once again.

Shay reached for the paddles as Erin ran her fingers across Jay's cheeks lightly. She left a red trail, but she didn't care as she felt the tears blur her eye's. "Come on Jay. Wake up. You're going to be fine, all you have to do, is wake up."

Erin pushed another breath in as Shay leaned forwards with the paddles.

"Charging! 300! Clear!"

Chicago PD

A/N 2: I think I am just going to leave it here… just like this…

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