"Jay, get up. It's already 8", Erin whispered as she started to shake him gently, glancing at her clock which showed her exact date and time.
With Halstead being the deep sleeper they already missed work. Not to talk about Sam who must been up since more than an hour.
Suddenly Erin sat up in bed, grabbed her clothes and lifted her blanket, leaving Halstead who still sighed in his sleep.
Nervously she went to the bathroom, still recalling the past hours, jerking when her eyes met a sadly smiling Samantha Halstead.
"Mh…Good morning", Erin stumbled her blanket half wrapped around her body, panicky realizing the she only wore her t shirt and underwear. Sams smile got bigger, before she concentrated on her apple jacks again. With having the confidence that Jays daughter was aware what happened between them, but didn't judge it, Erin made her way to the bathroom, getting dressed for a long day of work.
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Meanwhile Halstead was crawling out of bed. His head ached from pain. He must have fallen asleep in an uncomfortable position.
"Hell no", he complained on being already late, slowly getting up and stretched out to relax. Suddenly the memories flowed back like waves. Samantha, the shooting and his talk between him and Lindsay, before they slept together. He couldn't believe what happened in a short period of time.
Neither could he comprehend that he told her the whole story about his stepfather. At a certain moment he felt ashamed of telling her the truth.
It was his personal secret. No one else had known about it.
Quickly slipping into his t- shirt and jeans, he walked to the window to close it. Lindsay must have opened it after getting up.
He already wanted to close the latchkey when his eyes met on a hole, deep inside the glas.
Waite, was Sam still right?
At once he started to remember her panic, hearing some noises which he dismissed with an upcoming stone.
"Jay…Sam already made…breakfast", Erin got quiet when she recognized the hole after getting into the bedroom.
Halstead looked at her in a concerned way, carefully examining the broken glas, before he stated.
"Erin, Samantha might be right…Maybe this was more than a stone."
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"What does this mean… you recognized a shot in the glas? And how on earth did you know about Lindsays window when you just came from your home in Pilsen? Even one hour after shift started?", Voight yelled at the Detectives who barely looked him in the eyes.
"Does that mean you two slept at Erins house?", Voight wanted to know in an angry state, leaving Halstead stumble for an excuse.
"No…Well…."
„Uncle Hank, let me explain it to you", Sam took over, being watched with a sharp glance by Lindsay and her father, saying „Don't tell anything wrong", when she tried to explain herself.
"Erin got stuck with her car, so she called and we drove by before it happened. Just like that. I heard some noises coming from the window. And shortly afterwards Dad recognized the hole."
Regarding Voights view he didn't trust a single word.
"And that's what I supposed to believe?"
Sam smiled at him, even if she didn't change the mood in his face.
"Yeah."
"You 3 are the worst liars I've ever seen."
By now Jay decided to tell the truth.
"Okay, you're right. We slept at Erins. We thought Sam would be safe there, cause it's near to the office."
Hank pulled up his eyebrows but didn't dwell on it.
"What about the window? Did you make a snapshot or something?"
Halstead reached in his pocket to put his phone up, showing the picture to Voight, who made a skeptical face.
"How does it tell you, that we talk about a gunshot here? Lindsays roof is made. There are some construction workers outside the house. It doesn't look obvious."
"Would you mind sending some ballistic theorists to my apartment?", Erin asked regarding a nod from Voight.
They already wanted to left, when his voice disturbed the silence.
"Halstead?"
"Yeah?"
„If we catch the guy your daughter has to testify."
"I know."
„But if not… we have to use her as a lure."
"What?"
Horrified he stepped closer, same as Lindsay and Sam, who already reached the floor.
"We can't do that."
"Halstead, you know the rules of this house. I would try everything to protect Sam. But if we don't find the shooter, I can't avoid that, or what else would you do? Hiding her for the next 20 years."
"But that's insane. It's too risky", Lindsay shook her head.
"Sorry, but I won't agree on that. Not after everything that happened to Amanda. My daughter isn't a pinball", he got louder while Sam detached from Erin, finally starting to run.
"Sam!", he shouted, but she didn't stop, walking fastly to the rest room, being followed by Erin.
"Great. Thank you", Jay shouted ironically, following Erin through the office…