Author's Note: I've received a request to write the shooting from Ruzek's point of view. I hate to disappoint anyone, but that is not going to happen. I just can't seem to get a handle on Ruzek's character, and since I want to do everyone justice, it isn't fair to me or you as readers to butcher his character so badly that you'll not want to read anything else that I write. My apologies. I also wish to thank everyone for reading and reviewing. It means a lot that you like the story.

Chapter 2

Jess balanced the boxes against the side of the elevator. She punched the button for the ICU floor and shifted them again. As she rode the elevator to the sixth floor, she wondered how everything was going to be received. While Trudy was appreciative, she wasn't sure the Intelligence unit would be.

She still felt odd being around them, even though they had been to Thanksgiving dinner, and Callahan had been invited right after she and Voight had married. That was only because she caught the cat out of the bag before Voight was ready to tell the team they were married.

The elevator opened and she walked down the hall toward the waiting room. Voight was standing in the doorway and saw her coming down the hall. He started toward her. "Jess," he started.

"I thought you all would be hungry. I made you some spaghetti and salad," she started.

"You made spaghetti?"

She nodded. "It's probably still warm. There's napkins and plastic ware in there too."

He took the box from her. "That was sweet of you, Jess. Thank you."

"You're welcome. I'll stay up as late as I can. Just give me a call when you're on your way home."

He leaned in and kissed her cheek. "You want to come and say hello to everyone?"

"I suppose they will think I'm rude if I don't, huh?"

"Something like that."

"Ok. Lead the way."

They walked down the hall to the waiting room. Voight set the box down and started passing out the foil wrapped plates. All eyes looked at them both.

"Jess heard about what happened and she made us spaghetti. Better eat while it's still warm."

Jess passed out the salads. "I brought Italian, Ranch, and French," she said as she set the dressing bottles on a coffee table. She added a loaf of Italian bread and a tub of margarine.

She glanced at Voight. He was busy sticking a forkful of spaghetti in his mouth. He nodded to the box, indicating he wanted her to eat. She helped herself to a plate, not really hungry, but she knew this was important to him, so she went along with his wishes. Around her, she heard sounds of food being enjoyed thoroughly. She smiled. At least nothing was going to go to waste. She cut her meatball in half and thought she should have brought one of the pies with her.

She looked around and saw the Intelligence unit happily munching and making general sounds associated with satisfaction. Evidently, she had made a good call. Voight walked over to her and planted a kiss on her cheek.

"Thank you, Jess. It looks like everyone was hungry."

"I'm sure it was better than eating out of the vending machine."

"Much." He glanced down at her and lowered his voice. "And I got a bonus. I got to see my sexy wife."

Voight watched the streak of red start at the base of her neck, slowly making its way up to her chin and finally to her cheeks. He found it endearing that in today's society, someone still blushed.

"Hank-" she started.

"Just telling you the truth, Babe."

Jess looked around the waiting room, grateful that everyone was still busy eating and paying no attention to them. "I'd better go. You're welcome for dinner. I love you."

She didn't expect what he did next. He gave her a tight hug and a kiss on the forehead. "Love you too," he whispered in her ear. I'll see you at home."

Voight watched her as she started down the hall to the elevators. He knew she would turn halfway down the hall and give him one last look before she got to the elevators.

As if reading his mind, Jess stopped and turned. She gave Voight a long and final look, then raised her hands in the I Love You sign before finishing her trip to the elevator.

Voight turned away and noticed all eyes on him. "What? I'm not allowed to hug my wife goodbye?"