Jay watched the firefight going on right outside his windshield from the comfortable warmth of the vehicle. From his vantage point, he had watched as a flash bang had been thrown into the house through a broken window and then watched as the shit hit the fan. However, he didn't want to just jump in there guns a blazing, no, he waited for the perfect strategic opportunity.
Then, there it was.
One of the hooded figures was firing towards his team less than twenty feet from his bumper, and he figured it couldn't hurt. For once in his miserable life, he had probable cause on his side. He gunned the engine, maybe a little too enthusiastically as he shot forwards. "This is why they don't let you drive Halstead." He muttered to himself as the shooter turned towards his impending doom.
Maybe he should have taken into consideration the fact that the man in front of him had a semi automatic weapon before he gunned his car, but it was too late now as bullets riddled his windshield. A few went through but he paid them no attention as he stepped a little bit harder on the pedal. Moments later, the bullets stopped flying as he hit the man, sending him flying into his windshield and back onto the ground with a thud.
"Ha. It worked." He smirked as he shot up and out of the vehicle, ignoring the twinge of discomfort moving caused him. He raised his weapon, but found no one to shoot at as Hank and Erin climbed into their vehicle and raced away following a red SUV that skidded away ahead of the two. He raised an eyebrow as he tried to figure out what was going on as Antonio ran towards him from the house which was still bellowing smoke.
"You hit him? With the car?" Antonio coughed as he reached for the passenger side door handle.
"Would you rather me have shot him?" Jay responded as he opened his own door and stepped inside again. Once the doors were closed and the men were chasing after Voight and Lindsay, Antonio took a good look at the windshield. "Damn Halsead, think insurance will cover this?"
Jay smirked. "I don't even know man, but that was the coolest thing I have done in a long time."
"Uh huh, take a right!" As soon as the vehicle slid out of the alley and onto the road, Antonio turned to Jay. "You good?"
"Peachy." Jay responded as he paid attention to the race going on in front of him.
"We should try and circle around them." Antonio suggested as he changed the clip on his gun.
"Dude, knock it off with the back seat driving, I think they have this covered." Jay quipped as he slid around yet another turn.
"Technically I am in the passenger seat. How can you even see through this?" Antonio continued, pointing at the window.
"Do you want me to let you out? Right here, right now? Because I have no problem doing so." Jay shouted pointedly as he watched the high speed chase end right in front of him.
The black SUV came out of some random alley, slamming into the side of the red SUV. The vehicles slid a little, but stopped without much more of a problem. A heartbeat later, Voight and Lindsay clambered out of their vehicle and surrounded the two SUV's in front of them.
Jay slammed on his brakes, stopping just beside Hanks SUV. The occupants stood up and out of the car as well, their weapons raised.
Antonio went to join the others as Jay stayed right behind the door, a wave of light headedness washing over him. He gripped the door for support as he let his weapon drop to his side. He peered at his colleagues as no one took notice of him and his weakened state. "What the hell?" He murmured as he tried to take a step out from behind his door. As soon and he let go of the door, his knees went crashing to the floor.
He heard Antonio calling out his name around the same time that his vision began to waver, moments later, he felt a pair of hands on his back. Another set of hands joined as he was laid down on the ground, the second set of hands then began to probe his body, checking for something. Then suddenly all he could see is white as pain blossomed throughout him.
He was floating in the whiteness when he felt a sharp sting across his face. "'the hell?" He muttered, his eyelids fluttering. He stared up at the Chicago sky as the cold of the ground began to seep into his clothes.
"There's a shit ton of blood pooled on his seat. The bullets stuck in the upholstery." Antonio called from the vehicle. Jay's thoughts began to wonder. 'Blood? His seat? Who the hell uses the word upholstery? Oh wait, Antonio does.'
"Jay, hey. Hi. You need to do me a favor and stay awake, ok?" Erin called from above him. 'Was she yelling? She doesn't need to yell when she's right above him. Wait, why is he on the ground.'
"I'm cold." Jay chittered. 'Of all of the things I could have said, I went with that. am I dying?'
"No, you're not. Just shock." 'I said that out loud? Whoops.' "Hank, I need a blanket from the trunk." Another wave of pain washed over him as Erin pressed down harder on his shoulder.
"I was shot?" Jay asked as he slowly tried to collect his thoughts.
"That you were dude. You could have let me know before I let you drive me across China Town." Antonio called as he popped into Jay's view.
"I didn't know." Jay questioned. He lifted his head up and looked down at the bloody mess above his shoulder.
"What do you mean you didn't know?" Erin questioned. Antonio shook his head unbelievingly.
"Adrenalines a crazy thing." Voight responded as he returned, a blanket and water bottle in his hands. "The amount of blood he's lost, I'm going to assume a blood vessel was hit. We need to keep his feet elevated," He handed Erin the water bottle and placed the blanket over Jay. Voight pulled his jacket off and fluffed it. He grabbed Jay's head carefully and slid the jacket underneath. "and we need to keep his head flat as well. Ambo should be here in a few."
The group remained quiet, however Jay wasn't sure what was sending him into shock, the hole in his body, or the fact that Voight had touched him gently. Gentle just didn't seem in the mans nature.
The ambulance arrived soon after, and Erin sat with him the entire time, holding his hand and telling him jokes. She was worried, he could tell, but he didn't call her out on it. He was just too tired to do so.
He fell asleep at some point, and woke up much later, late enough for him to be unsure whether it was the same day. The moon was out in the sky, and the stars were twinkling right outside his window. The pain in his arm was much more pinpointed than it had been earlier, at least now he could tell he was shot. He looked away from the window and surveyed his surroundings. 'Hospital. Fucking great.'
The room was empty besides him, the machines that were connected to him, and the body that was snoring lightly off to his side. All he could really see of the body was a mound of unkempt hair and he could feel the hand that was holding his hand gently. "Erin?"
She sat up quickly, and let out a sigh when she saw the beautiful baby blue orbs of his eyes looking back at her. "You're awake."
"Way to state the obvious. What happened?" Sitting himself up with the arm that was being suspended by a sling.
"You got yourself shot, didn't know about it, lost a ton of blood, went into shock, had surgery to repair the multiple blood vessels torn by the bullet, ya di ya da. You should be fine though, it was a through and through. Shit ton of stitches though, and you should see the other guy." Erin explained quickly, Jay nodding while he absorbed the information.
"I checked, he's dead. But thank god I have morphine, or else that would hurt like a bitch."
"You're telling me. The team went home after they finished up with your surgery in case you were wondering." Erin supplied, leaning back in her chair and placing her feet on the bars of his bed.
"I wasn't wondering but now that I know…" He stared at her disheveled form. "Why didn't you go home with them?" Jay inquired, the pull or morphine slowly creating weights in his eyelids.
"I figured someone should be here with you when you woke up." She responded nonchalantly, letting loose a yawn of her own. "You should go back to sleep, you need it. You cut it close today Halstead."
"Only if you go home and sleep yourself." Jay smirked as he dove into the mound of pillows at his back.
"Fine, I'll be back first thing in the morning though."
"Don't rush, I'm going to sleep as long as I can." Jay closed his eyes as he heard the rustling of Erins jacket as she stood up, her chair scraping loudly across the floor for a sharp second. He smelt the soft scents of her perfume before he felt her lips against his forehead. He cracked open an eyelid as he looked up at her with a peaceful smile on his face.
"I'm glad you're OK."
"Me too, now go home."
"Jay fell asleep to the sounds of her boots clicking their way down the hallway of the empty, quiet hospital, the feel of her lips engraved into his memory.
A/N: I am on a roll, am I right? I finished two stories in one day, which is a record in my case.
This story wouldn't be finished if it weren't for my friend Bluejay141519. Some might recognize her as the author to a couple of my favorite stories Madness and Stop and Stare. If you all like what I write, I strongly suggest you go and check out her stuff. Thank you for helping me and motivating me to get this one shot up.
I know this is short, however, I just needed to finish this one. This set of one shots is complete. Just another way how I could have seen Different Mistakes ending.
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