A/N 1: I wrote this after watching the season finale of Supernatural. I won't tell any spoilers of what happened there, but let me make it clear, that I won't be able to wait all summer for the premiere. With that in mind, do I have any readers that are fans of Supernatural? I would love to just chat about it and anything else. I get lonely, and seeing how I have no friends, I would love to make a few with you.

I have worked seven days out of the last nine, and I am fairly certain there is something against that because I am a minor, but that meant more spare time for me to write for you guys. Right now, this story is my number one priority, and I will do my damndest to update pretty regularly.

Disclaimer – I don't own the gorgeousness that is this show.

Warning – Because I have worked so many hours, all I do lately is eat, sleep, and work, which means I don't know how last week's episode went down, but I will watch it tomorrow, and I will be writing soon after that. I promise.

Enjoy!

CHICAGO PD

The pair marched into the cell like room in sync. Blood still coated their clothes, and caked their arms, but they didn't care. Jin and Ruzek looked up from the computer that they were planted in front of.

"Show us." Voight commanded, maneuvering himself to stand right behind Jin and Olinsky did the same with Ruzek. Taking a deep breath, Jin pressed a button and the black screen started to display the video.

On the screen, there were quite a few men; cops, criminal, and citizens combined. Dawson and Halstead stood on opposite sides of the room, watching the prisoner as his son hugged him, then his baby momma. Jin stopped the video as the two were pulling apart, and Ruzek leaned forward.

"See the little sliver of metal that Pulpo is putting in his pocket? That is what we are assuming is the weapon."

"Right, so he got her to bring him a weapon. What else do we got?" Voight asked, looking to Jin and then Ruzek, looking for answers.

Jin only shrugged as he clicked the mouse again, and the footage continued to roll on. The woman grabbed her son and pulled him back the same moment that Pulpo pulled apart from the officers. He grabbed one, and shot him. Making sure his back was to the wall, Pulpo used one dead cop as a shield and assessed his highest opponents and Pulpo knew of Halstead's aim and friendship with Antonio. Before Halstead knew what had hit him, he was being gunned down. He fell quick as the blood splattered against the wall and floor. Antonio quickly ran over to the fallen detective and dragged him behind the desk.

Pulpo shot down the last of the officers and began to run out of the building, as Antonio's head peeked up from behind the desk. They could barely see Halstead say something to Dawson. They assumed Dawson replied as he grabbed Halsteads hands and placed them over his wounds. Halstead nodded slightly as they could visibly see him gasping for breath and Antonio could as well, as he took one last look at his companion before running after the criminal. Jin looked away from the screen, visibly shaken as stared at his feet.

Jin clicked a button without looking on the keyboard and the camera angle changed as they watched Pulpo heard his family towards an awaiting car. Antonio began to shoot at the car as it pulled away. They watched as two shots were fired at Antonio from the sun roof. One bullet hit as Antonio jerked backwards and fell onto the street. Jin clicked a third time and they watched both camera angles, as well as a third as the car zoomed away. They were able to see Jay slip unconscious as his hands fell from his body and Antonio slowly slipped unconscious as well.

The group remained silent as Jin turned the video off. You could have heard a pin drop as Jin and Ruzek turned their chairs to the men behind them.

"Did we find where that car went?" Voight finally asked after the silence became suffocating.

"Lost them when they switched their cars out in a tunnel, CSU is sweeping it out now." Ruzek responded. "How do you want to do this?"

Voight looked at him. "This son of a bitch just shot and attempted to murder two of our own. How do you think we are going to handle this?" Voight nearly shouted. He took a deep breath, and continued without looking at anybody in particular. "Dawson should be waking up soon, and we will start from there and see what we figure put. Let me remind you that everyone is still unsure about Halstead. If he dies, and even if he doesn't, let me make something very dear, Pulpo will not make it back to jail. This investigation stays between us. You all hear me?"

A mixture of nods came from the men, and Voight continued to speak. "Olinsky and I are going to wash up, you two dig up what you can. I want everybody on their way to the hospital in twenty minutes."

Olinsky began to walk away as Adam began to dig into investigation files. Voight did the same, but stopped at the doorway. "Jin, Erin is going to want to see that footage, so make sure you bring it along."

Jin nodded and began to pack up his bag. Voight went to shower, and thirty minutes later, Voight and his team walked into the hospital.

The group walked towards the elevator, and the first nurse Voight found, he grabbed his arm and turned the man to look towards him. "What floor is the surgical waiting room on?"

Voight's reputation must have been known around the hospital as well, because the nurse gave him a dirty look and then mumbled. "It's on the third floor; try not to harass any of the doctors who are trying to save people's lives." With one last scowl towards the men behind Voight, the nurse walked away. Shaking it off, Voight pressed the button to the elevator and looked to Olinsky.

"I don't harass people that much do I?" Olinsky flashed Voight a slight, sarcastic smile. The elevator pinged and the doors slid open. A few people got out along with Leslie Shay. Shay saw the group and stopped just inside the door of the elevator. "I was just heading out to call you. Antonio woke up a few minutes ago."

The team sighed as a whole and stepped into the elevator.

"That's good. Alright, here's the plan. Olinsky, I want you to find Erin and see if she is alright. Don't tell her about the video yet. Ruzek and Jin, you two are going to go find out what you can about where Pulpo might have went." The elevator doors closed and Ruzek looked to Voight.

"I want to see Antonio." Voight considered the idea and then looked to the rookie. "Fine, but if you say a word that may mildly upset him, you are going back to the precinct. Speaking of, we need two more bodies. Somebody get Atwater and Burgess up here will you?" Jin's hands went up as Voight demanded someone get the extra bodies.

Ruzek nodded slightly, agreeing to the terms. The group remained silent until the doors opened and Jin and Olinksy split off, heading towards the waiting room. Shay scooted ahead of Voight and Ruzek, walking down a hallway opposite of the waiting room. They stopped outside a closed door and Shay rapped it twice, than opened the door, allowing the trio to walk in.

Ruzek stopped just at the edge of the bed, while Shay went to stand behind Gabby, who sat on the right side of the bed. Voight went to stand by the left.

"I thought he was awake?" Ruzek asked looking to Shay with a confused look on his face.

"I am." Antonio groaned from the bed. His eyes stayed shut as Gabby stood up.

"I'm going to go and see if I can find anything on Jay. Maybe grab some coffee and give you all some space." Gabby kissed her brothers forehead then walked to the door and pulled Shay out as well. The group left in the room stayed quiet until they heard the tiny click, signaling the door had closed.

"I don't know what happened Voight. One moment I was getting ready to have him out of my life permanently and the next moment, cops are dying all around me." Dawson closed his hands into a fist as he fought off a wave of anger.

"We have a running theory that the baby momma slipped him the gun." Ruzek spoke up. Voight let it slide but cast another warning glare his way.

Dawson rolled the new information around in his head and then looked at Voight with a melancholy look in his eyes. "How's Halstead?"

"I don't know."

"You've got to know something." Antonio pressed, looking to Ruzek.

"Let's make a deal, tell me about the conversation you had with him after he got shot." Voight suggested.

Dawson didn't have to think much to be able to remember the conversation. Halstead was a friend and a coworker, and that moment had proven to have been one of Halsteads bravest.

"You need to go after him." Halstead gasped, his face scrunched in pain.

"I can't man, you're bleeding out here." Dawson replied, listening to the gunshots stopping and the footsteps of the man he despised walking away.

Dawson could see Halsteads breathing become more and more labored. "Hey man, hold on. You're going to be alright." Halstead nodded a slight nod, than slowly began moving his hands to his wounds. Dawson grabbed his hands and held them against the wounds, while Halstead gripped the wounds as tightly as his weakened state would allow them.

"There is no nobler way to die, than for those you care about." Halstead smirked with a bloody smile. Dawson nodded, and stood up. "Hold on, I will be right back." Dawson gripped his shoulder tightly than ran away from the ailing man.

Antonio shook his head. "He told me to go, and I left him. Now is he dead?"

Voight nodded. "Not last the last time we knew, but it's been touch and go since the moment he was shot."

Antonio let the information sink in as his eyes began to droop. "What about Pulpo?"

Voight shook his head. "We'll find him."

Antonio looked at Voight with a determined glare. "You put a bullet through that assholes chest for me, and one through his brain for Halstead."

Voight nodded. "Won't be a problem, now you get some rest."

Antonio nodded and slipped back asleep, and Voight turned to Ruzek. "Looks like we don't have a choice on how to handle Pulpo now." Ruzek shrugged.

"No, we don't. Let's go check on Halstead." With that, Voight and Ruzek left the room and made their way down the hallway.

CHICAGO PD

A/N 2: Did I lose any of you? Didn't get quite the amount of people telling me how horrible my story was for chapter two than I did for chapter one. Does that mean I am getting better?

Any who, Bubbles and I are exhausted. It's 2:30 in the morning, and I have to work tomorrow as well!

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~TayleR~