I finally ended two of my classes! Phew! But means more ability to write && update! Sorry this update has to be kinda quick cause I gotta go in to work so please excuse any errors! I'll fix them when I get home!
Jay felt a throbbing pain in his left shoulder and went down, hoping the guy thought he had hit him in the heart.
Either the guy didn't care, or thought Jay was dead because he ran upstairs.
The second guy then took Jay's gun and headed upstairs also.
"Damnit." Jay silently swore as the adrenaline wore off and he was feeling the full effect of the bullets.
But he was a Vet, and there was no way he was sitting out of this one. He forced the pain to go out of his mind. He had to get to Erin. He knew that's where the guys were going. He flipped himself over and with his legs and right arm, he tried to push himself up, when he felt a pair of arms grab him from behind.
He tried to swing around, but the guy caught him.
"Relax, Halstead, where are they?" Voight said, in as low of a voice as he could muster.
Jay pointed, and when Voight went to leave him, Halstead grabbed him.
"Do you have a backup? They took mine."
"You sit this one out, you look like hell."
"I've been through worse. Lindsay needs help, give me your backup."
"This is no time to play knight in shining armor, Halstead." Severide inputted.
"If I want your opinion, I'll ask for it. And shouldn't you want to keep Lindsay safe by any means?" Halstead shot back.
"Both of you two, shut the hell up. Severide if he wants to come with us, the better Lindsay will be." Voight handed Halstead his backup and Severide grunted.
"However," Voight said, turning to Jay, "you're in the back. You're already banged up pretty bad. I don't need you dying on my watch."
"Well, gee, thanks, boss."
The three men ascended the stairs cautiously.
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"Why the hell aren't you watchin' her?! The first guy stormed as he walked in, weapon drawn.
"Relax, I got this under control. No one can get to us up here without me seeing them first. Hence why I had my weapon pointed at your dumb ass."
The guy sort of backed up realizing Roderick had a point.
"Man! What the hell are we gona do?! That's Angel!" the second guy shrieked coming in.
"We pick a new leader you idiots, but we have to make it out of this alive, first."
"Well, she can't." the guy pointed his gun at Erin, who was on the bed.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Roderick stepped in front of Erin. "What are you doing?! She's our ticket out of here! She's one of them! They ain't gona shoot one of their own."
"Then she's mine!" the second guy started walking toward Erin, but Roderick pushed him back…well, more like threw him back.
"Hell no, she ain't. I've been watchin' her and havin' to put up with her all this time. I'll be damned if I let one of you two scrawny idiots use her for cover. Y'all can use a tree!"
Erin really wanted to laugh at that, but she kept her face neutral.
"Is the coast clear downstairs?"
"Yeah, the guy who got free is gone."
Gone? Dead? Lindsay's face must've shown what she was thinking because one of the guys looked at her, and smirking he walked over and grabbed her cheek – lifting her face up so her eyes could meet his eyes.
"Yup, you're little boyfriend is dead."
Lindsay spit at him.
And just like that, the guy threw her back down and pointed his gun at her.
"Don't you dare!" Roderick yelled.
"Why the hell not?! What should I care about your cover?!"
"Cause she'll be your cover too! I'll lead her out and you two take up my back. She'll cover all of us so you two can start shooting."
"Alright, so when do we leave?" the second guy asked.
"Not anytime soon." Voight said, and shot the two men.
Roderick threw the gun down and his hands up, and just before Voight was going to shoot, he saw the blanket next to Roderick's arm, and the broken window behind him.
He put his gun away.
"What the hell are you doing!?" yelled Severide bringing his gun up.
"No!" Erin and Jay simultaneously yelled and Halstead went for Severide's gun, but Voight was quicker.
"What are you an idiot?!" Voight said, stepping in front of Roderick. "Take a look at the blanket by his feet and the broken window behind him. This is the guy who started shooting them for those of us who were outside."
Turning to Roderick, Voight said, "Who the hell are you, anyway?"
Roderick took of his mask.
But before he could speak, Voight smiled, "Dylan? Dylan Roderick?" The two men embraced with the half-shaking hands and half-hug.
The other three were utterly confused.
"I trained him." Voight said, looking at them and seeing the confusion.
"Alright, this reunion is great and all, but we're kinda in the middle of a gun fight and trapped in a bedroom." Halstead interrupted.
"How's your piece?" Voight asked, looking down at it on the floor.
"Empty. Yours?"
"About half-way. Severide, yours should be full, right?"
Both Halstead and Severide were helping Lindsay off the bed. She was still a little banged up, but only needed one of them for support.
And Voight knew which one she really wanted, even if she didn't.
Severide nodded.
"Alright, Halstead, give your piece to Roderick and you assist Erin. Stay behind us."
Halstead nodded, handing his piece over and once again, wrapped and arm around Erin's waist and her arm around his neck.
If he didn't know any better, he'd swear Severide was giving him a dirty look. Before leaving, Voight handed his vest to Halstead.
"If anything happens to me, you better protect her."
"You're first in line! You can't give this to me!" Halstead yelled.
"I just did. What you do with it is up to you." Voight was pretty sure he knew what Halstead would do with it.
He put it on Erin.
"I don't need this! You're first in line! I can't fight with testosterone, but I'm not going to let anything happen to you! You're first to go down the steps!"
Jay smirked at her use of the word testosterone. He was beyond thankful she didn't have any.
Voight just glared at her, cocked his gun, and turned around…smiling to himself.
Halstead was ready.
Now they just had to make it out alive.
Unbeknownst to them, some of the men had escaped the gunfire outside and made it inside.
They exited the room.
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Olinsky heard the gunfire lighten up. He figured they were reloading.
"Everybody! Now!" he gave the go ahead to start shooting, but when they all looked up, they realized the men were making a bee-line for the back of the house.
Dumb move.
Intelligence started unloading their own weapons.
Olinsky saw most of them fall.
But some of them made it into behind the house.
When he was sure they were clear outside, he started giving orders.
"Alright, Casey and Ruzek, you stay here. Dawson, let's go."
"You're just going to leave us here to die?"
"You won't die. This is the majority of their group. Who knows where the rest of them are, but there's no time for them to call for help. We need someone out here watching our backs and that person needs someone watching his back. Understand?" Olinsky didn't even wait for a response when he said, "Good." And he and Dawson headed around back.
"Wait!" Ruzek called.
"What?" Olinsky snapped turning back around.
"Here, you might need these." Ruzek handed the men his piece and backup.
"We've got plenty out here, but you might need the backup in there."
Casey did the same, and Olinsky had never been more proud of Ruzek.
Antonio and Olinsky took the weapons, stuffed them in their belts and leg holsters and ran toward the house.
"So much for him not running anymore…" Ruzek commented, watching Olinsky go.
First things first! At least there's barely a cliffhanger this time :) Hopefully y'all can get happy with me again? ;)
Second, Via RomanticOptimist1213 I'm writing a fun/funny sequel to The Aftermath that I hope to post soon. So, if you haven't read that one-shot…please do! And look out for "The Morning After" coming soon :)
Again, thanks for reading! And thanks to those of you who've reviewed! Please keep it up!
