HANK'S P.O.V.

"I'm sending Upton and Atwater to come get you. No, have James and Chris take the afternoon off. They've earned it. They can go back on duty tonight when I drive you home after dinner. Bring the script and the envelope with you. We'll get to the bottom of this." I told Mac before ending the call.

Shit, this isn't good. Either someone related to the movie was working with Robertson or he is able to somehow gain access to script changes before they are delivered to the cast. Based on what Mac just described to me, Carter Jones is supposed to put a gun to her head tomorrow. Jesus…

I walked out of my office and into the bullpen, where my team was all working on a Sunday. The one day I always tried to make sure they had off, but I couldn't afford to give them that luxury right now. "Listen up. Atwater and Upton, I need you to go get Mackayla and bring her here. Don't bring her in thru the front. Drive around to the cage door and bring her up the back stairs. Dawson, Burgess, Ruzek and Halstead it's time to go round up the movie's director, writers, Mac's agent and publicist who are all in town. Bring them all in for questioning. One of them was behind last night's attack or is somehow involved. Mac just got script changes for tomorrow and one scene is a replica of what happened in her bedroom last night. Any questions? Good…get moving then." I instructed before walking back into my office.

I had just sat at my desk when Al walked in with Halstead behind him. "Sarge…" Jay started. "She's okay Halstead. She'll be here when you get back. Just do your job. I want this asshole and anyone who is helping him found and locked up before things escalate any further." I told him. "Okay. Tell her I'll be back as soon as possible." he responded before walking back out to the bullpen where Ruzek was waiting for him.

"The kid is in deep where Mackayla is concerned. Hope he will be able to keep a level head. Hope you will too when we catch this guy. Speaking of guys and, specifically, guys from her past do we know which rock that lowlife, Shaw, crawled under?" Al said from the chair across my desk.

"Funny you should ask. I was sure I had run him out of my city but Justin mentioned he thought he saw Shaw the other night. He wasn't 100% sure tho. See if you can dig a little. Find out if he is in town. If he's involved he isn't the brains behind this. He was never smart enough to pull something like this off on his own. Obviously he's dumb enough to try something but he would never have the brains to come up with the plan on his own. Al, I need to know if Rob Shaw has any connection to Tom Robertson from LA." I responded.

I was dreading having to bring his name up to Mackayla. Before Al or I could say another word there was a knock on my door. I signed as I motioned for A.S.A. Peter Stone to enter my office. "What's he doing here on a Sunday?" Al asked quietly before the door opened.

"Hank. Al. Sorry to interrupt." Stone said in greeting as he took a seat in the empty chair next to Al. "Counselor. What brings you to the 21st on a Sunday?" I asked. "Well when the Hollywood big-shots from your niece's movie are being brought in for questioning my day off gets cancelled. Want to bring me up to speed so I know what's going on? This way I can have my office prepare any necessary warrants." he replied.

Al and I filled him in. "Look Hank, I get that she's your niece and this is a high profile case, but we need to make sure this is done by the book. The numbers need to add up when this case comes across my desk. I heard she is dating one of your Detectives. Is that going to be a problem or a conflict of interest for Detective Halstead?" he replied.

"Nope. Not at all. Everything will be by the book." I said, standing as I noticed Mac walking thru the bullpen with Upton and Atwater. "Stone, let me introduce you to Mackayla Kennedy. Mac, this is Assistant State's Attorney, Peter Stone." I said, making the introduction when Mac walked into my office.

"Ms. Kennedy. It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm sorry it's under these circumstances. Here's my card. Please don't hesitate to contact me directly if you need anything." he said, holding Mac's hand a little too long for my liking.

"Thanks for coming by Stone. I'll walk you out." Al said preventing the A.S.A. from saying anything else to my niece. Apparently, Al didn't like the way Stone looked at Mac either.

"Mac…" I said as I gave her a hug. "I'm okay Uncle Hank." she replied. "Here's the envelope with the script changes." she said handing me the large manila envelope. "Mackayla, we are going to discuss everything in detail one of these days. You can't keep it bottle dup. If you do it could turn into a situation like your Senior Prom." I told her, not wanting to bring up hurtful memories, but needing to stress the importance of talking about what she has been through. "Have you talked to Halstead about any of it?" I asked, pressing on. "Uncle Hank. Please, don't." she whispered as her bright blue eyes filled with tears.

"Uh, excuse me. Sarge? We have everyone set up in the interview rooms. Do you want us to start or wait for you?" Ruzek asked, obviously overhearing more than Mack or I preferred.

"Dawson, you and I are starting with the director. Ruzek and Burgess take a shot with the two writers. Atwater and Upton have the publicist and Al will take Mac's agent." I instructed from the doorway of my office.

"What about me?" Halstead asked. "Jay, you were an intended target last night. You know I can't let you question anyone about this part of the investigation. You're too close and too involved. I need you to talk to Mac about her High School Senior Prom. Find out if there is a link between this Detective Robertson from Hollywood PD and Rob Shaw from Chicago." I replied.

I looked at Mac, who had gone even paler than normal at the mention of his name. "Uncle Hank…" she started. "No Mackayla. We need to explore the possibility. I have a job to do and so do you." I told her, regretfully sounding harsher than I intended. Not looking back I walked down the hall to the room where Mac's director was waiting with Antonio.

MACKAYLA'S P.O.V.

"Who is Rob Shaw?" Jay asked me, obviously confused. I sighed, sat down in the chair next to his desk and told him about my past.

"He was the Prom King when I was elected Queen my Senior Year of High School. He was Quarterback of the football team, popular and good looking. On the outside he was the picture of the All-American Athlete who would probably go on to be a politician. He received a full ride to play football at Notre Dame. He had been after me for almost a year but I always said no. He made me really uncomfortable for some reason. Every girl in school wanted to date him. Well, every girl but me and I knew it bothered him. I had become a challenge to him of sorts. For some reason no other guy dared to cross him and ask me to Prom. My friend, Donna, convinced me to say yes to Rob. She told me I was most likely going to be elected Queen and I couldn't be dateless." I paused, remembering the painful memories. I got up to grab a Diet Coke from the vending machine in the hallway outside the bullpen.

I returned to Jay's desk to find him sitting there with a box of tissues. I smiled and kissed him before taking my seat. "What was that for?" he asked. "For being so sweet and for caring. I won't need the tissues tho. I've shed more than enough tears over Rob Shaw." I replied. "Well finish telling me about Prom. Hopefully it will be the last time we need to talk about Rob Shaw." he said.

"My Aunt Camille had already passed away the year before. I didn't go to Junior Prom so this was kind of a big deal. Uncle Hank enlisted Trudy's help. She took me dress shopping. Well, Trudy and Meredith Olinsky, Al's ex who he was still married to at the time, took me shopping." I paused, grinning as Jay began to laugh. "You may not see it or notice it but ten years ago Trudy's fashions sense was on point. She picked out a gorgeous backless black sequin gown with spaghetti straps and a slit up the right leg. It was gorgeous. I don't think I had ever felt so beautiful in my entire life. I had my hair and makeup professionally done for the first time ever. Uncle Hank told me I looked like a princess." I told him, smiling at the memory.

"Hank was right. You did look like a princess. He was so proud of the young woman you had become and of your early acceptance into NYU. Halstead, the picture I took of Mackayla and Hank before she left that night has always been one of my favorites but he never framed it." Al said as he walked into the bullpen. "Tell him the rest. He needs to hear it all Mackayla because it's looking more and more that Rob Shaw is somehow involved. It may have been ten years ago but you need to face the reality of what happened that night wasn't your fault. Tell him." Al instructed before disappearing back down the hallway.

I knew Al was right but it's not a night I liked talking or thinking about. Up until the night of December 27th it had been the worst night of my life. "Mackayla…" Jay said softly bringing me back to reality. "Sorry. Got lost in my own head for a minute." I replied. Taking a deep breath I continued on…

"Yes, Uncle Hank told me I looked like a princess and I definitely felt like one until the dance was over. That's when a drunk Rob Shaw and two of his football buddies tried to rape me in a parking lot around the corner from Hank's house. My dress had been shredded to pieces and my lip was bleeding from where Rob had hit me. If Justin hadn't been drinking in the park across the street with his friends I would have been gang raped. Justin didn't think twice when he heard a female scream. He didn't know it was me when he heard the scream. He just ran in my direction. When he saw it was me and saw my dress along with the blood he beat the shit out of Rob. He took a metal pipe and smashed Rob's throwing hand. Then Justin took me home to Uncle Hank." I finished, deciding that was all Jay needed to know.

"Mackayla…" Al interrupted again from the doorway. "It's not important Al. It was ten years ago. No need to keep reliving it. I need to get some air." I said before turning around and walking downstairs.

JAY'S P.O.V.

An hour later I was putting a picture of Rob Show next to the photo of Tom Robertson on the board. "Okay. It turns out Rob Shaw, under the alias of Ryan Samuels, has done security on Mackayla's last four films. He and Tom Robertson both worked on a part-time basis for the studio. Robertson moonlighted as a security guard and we believe the two of them bonded over their infatuation with Mackayla. Rob's need for revenge against Mackayla, Justin and Voight has developed into an obsession. He blames them for his inability to play football because of the damage to his hand that Justin shattered. He also blames them for the scholarship he lost due to his arrest after he attacked Mackayla ten years ago." I told the rest of the Unit.

I wanted to kill them both. Rob Shaw attempted to take away Mackayla's innocence when she was eighteen. As a result she practically became a recluse. She didn't go to her high school graduation. She didn't go to NYU. She lived at Voight's while she attended college in Chicago. She went to class and then went home. She didn't date. She lost touch with her high school friends. Then ten years later, days after her twenty-eight birthday, Tom Robertson brutally took away her choice and violated her as an adult.

"Listen up." Voight said, jarring me out of my thoughts. "I want to hit the ground running first thing tomorrow morning so I want you all to get some rest tonight. Tomorrow I want to you to reach out to your C.I.'s. Someone knows where these two are hiding. I want to find them no matter what it takes."

"Halstead…" he began, walking over to my desk. "What's up Sarge?" I replied. "Mac mentioned she invited you to dinner tonight." he stated with an odd expression on his face. "Uh, yeah…about that…" I said, completely unsure how to continue. "Dinner on Sunday's is normally at 4:00pm. It's going to be later today since we have been here all day. I'm making a roast beef. You can bring a couple of bottles of a good Cabernet or Merlot. I trust you'll bring Mac over at 5:30pm and drive her home after dinner." he told me. I just nodded. "I'll see you later then. Good night to the rest of you." he said before walking downstairs to where Platt and burgess were keeping an eye on Mackayla.

"Family dinner at Voight's, huh Halstead!?" Ruzek asked. "Yeah, does that mean you'll be putting a ring on it?" Atwater followed up. "You know he doesn't like you all that much so be careful he doesn't poison you." Dawson said. "All right. That's enough. Take off so I can give Halstead advice on how to survive a Voight family dinner." Al said, getting into the mix.

I tried to ignore them and didn't look up until I heard the sound of Mackayla laughing as she reached the top of the stairs. "I'm sure he'll survive just fine. As long as he brings the right kind of wine." she teased, with her eyes twinkling and her dimples showing.

"Oh! You too!?" I exclaimed, walking over to her. "Keep it up and there won't be anymore of this." I said, before taking her into my arms and kissing her.

"I wouldn't do that in front of Voight if you want to keep your job!" Upton teased as she followed the rest of the Unit downstairs.

HANK'S P.O.V.

Halstead at my house for dinner, I thought to myself, shaking my head as I set the dining room table. "What's wrong Pop?" Justin asked as he walked into the dining room. "Mac has never invited a guy to Sunday dinner before. The first time she does, it really has to be one of my Detectives?" I said. I wasn't thrilled but seeing the way she looked at him reminded me of the way Camille used to look at me when we first started dating.

"She deserves to be happy and if he makes her happy then you need to be okay with it. If he wasn't a good guy you would have given Antonio the okay to bring him into your Unit." Olive said walking into the room with Danny chasing her on unsteady legs.

"I remember when you were too timid to speak more than one sentence in front of me. When did you decide it was okay to give me advice?" I teased, smiling at the woman my son loved.

"Probably two or three days ago. Right around the time I learned I was carrying your second grandchild." She said, smiling as she took hold of Justin's hand.

"Congratulations! God, I needed good news today and it doesn't get better than that." I responded, hugging them both before picking Danny up. I heard the front door open and carried Danny into the living room as Mac yelled "Hello!" announcing her and Halstead's arrival.

MACKAYLA'S P.O.V.

Jay was so uncomfortable as he drove to my Uncle's for dinner. We had stopped by his apartment on the way so he could get clean clothes for the next day. It was more convenient, he told me, if he showered at my place before heading to work in the morning.

Dinner was really good and Uncle Hank was actually nicer to Jay than I had expected. He even told him he could call him Hank when they weren't at work. I think his mood was a result of Olive and Justin's news. I am so happy for them and can't wait for October when the newest addition to our family arrives!

"See you survived." I teased Jay as we walked down the walkway to where his truck was parked across the street at the curb. "It was a nice night. I like seeing you happy. I like seeing the normal Mackayla." he replied. "I'm glad because I like being the normal, non-movie star Mackayla when I'm with you." I said, pausing in the middle of the quiet neighborhood road to kiss the man I loved.

As we stood, kissing in the moonlight, we abruptly broke apart as the sound of screeching tires approached us. Jay pushed me out of the way, telling me to get behind his truck as a masked gunman took aim at us from the passenger side of an Explorer that was barreling down the street.

JAY'S P.O.V.

I shoved Mackayla out of the street and yelled for her to take cover as I pulled out my sidearm. "Stop! Chicago PD!" I yelled as I took cover behind a car and fired at the Explorer. I could hear Voight yelling for Mackayla as he ran out of his house and down the driveway. I managed to shoot out the back window of the Explorer before it turned the corner.

"Mackayla! They're gone. You can come out now." I yelled to her, noticing for the first time, the bullet holes in the rear driver's side of my truck.

"Mackayla!" I heard Voight yell as he fell to the ground near the back of my truck. "Jay! She's been hit!" he yelled, panic and fear in his tone, as I rounded my truck.

I called 9-1-1. "This is Detective Halstead with CPD Intelligence. Badge #51163. I have a gunshot victim. Roll a bus to the home of CPD Intelligence Sargent Hank Voight. Shots fired at and by police. Perps are in a late model black Ford Explorer. Back window has been shot out. Let responding units know plain clothes officers are on the scene." I said, hearing the sirens before I even ended the call.

"How is she?" I called to Voight as I guarded over them in case the Explorer came back. "She's unconscious and bleeding a lot. Even with pressure it's not slowing down." he responded.

Within minutes Voight's street was filled with cop cars from all over the city along with Ambulance 61, Truck 81 and Squad 3 from Firehouse 51. "Which one of you wants to ride with us?" Gabby asked as we watched Casey and Severide help load Mackayla into the ambo. "Sarge, go. I'll follow with Atwater." I said. "Al, you run point." Voight instructed before the ambulance doors closed.

"Jay, I need your statement before you leave." Al said. "You can take it later at Med. Atwater, let's go." I said, jumping into the passenger seat of Kevin's car.

"How is she? Where is she?" I asked Voight, trying not to panic, as Atwater and I rushed thru the doors of Chicago Med's ED. "They just took her up to surgery. Dr. Rhodes was down here when we arrived. He's operating on her. Jay, she's lost a lot of blood." Voight said.

"Sarge, no disrespect, but maybe you should take a seat." Atwater said, helping Voight into a chair. I don't know if he actually realized Kevin was here. He was distraught and seemed to be moments away from his breaking point.

"I promised Camille I would keep Mac safe. She's the daughter we never had. She's been my daughter since she was twelve years old." he told us, sounding like he was on the verge of tears.

"I need to call Justin. He can't hear about this on the news." Voight said. "Hank, I'll call him. Give me the number and I'll have him come down to wait with you." Maggie told him before turning to me. "Jay, let me know if you guys need anything. I'll ask Will to get you an update from Dr. Rhodes as soon as possible." she said softly. "Thanks Maggie." I replied.

An hour later the waiting room was filled with cops, movie production people, Justin, Jenna, James, Chris, Mackayla's agent and publicist along with the crew from 51. "Any updates?" Al asked leading the rest of the Intelligence Unit into the ED. I shook my head and continued to pace. I should have done more to protect her…to keep her safe, I thought to myself over and over again. Why haven't we heard anything yet, I wondered.

"Stone and the Ivory Tower want us off the case. Something to do with a conflict of interest and no longer being able to separate personal from the job." I overheard Al tell Voight.

"Jay…" I heard my brother say to get my attention. "Thought you would want these for evidence." Will said handing me a bag containing three bullets. "I'll take them." Al said as Maggie approached Voight. "Hank, Dr. Rhodes will be down in a few minutes to update you on Mackayla's condition." Maggie told him.

"Dr. Rhodes, how is she?" Voight asked, standing, when Connor walked into the room. The waiting room was quiet as we all waited to hear how Mackayla was.

"She's strong and a fighter. She's in recovery now. I'll move her into a private room shortly. She was hit three times, once in the arm and twice in the lower abdomen. I was able to stop the bleeding and stitch her up. She's groggy but awake at the moment. I'll take you up to see her if you're ready, Hank." Connor said, addressing Voight only.

"Al, I want two uniforms on her door at all times. Justin, come with me." Voight instructed as he started to follow Connor. "Jay! Are you coming? I know she'll want to see you." Voight said, surprising me.

"Thanks Sarge." I said as we rode the elevator to the floor Mackayla was on. "I figure you would have ended up finding her on your own if I didn't include you. Thank you Jay. I know I didn't say it earlier, but if you hadn't pushed her out of the way and fired at the Explorer so quickly things could have been a lot worse." he replied, surprising me again.

MACKAYLA'S P.O.V.

Everything hurt. That's all I could think as I briefly regained consciousness when I was put in the ambulance. I don't remember much after that. I remember seeing Uncle Hank, Justin and Jay when I was in recovery. I now can see sunlight streaming thru the blinds of my hospital room. A room I noticed as I looked around was filled with flowers. Shit…the news of my shooting was out there then.

"Hey! You're awake. How are you feeling?" Gabby asked. "I'm thirsty so I guess that's a good thing. Surprised to see you here." I replied. "I convinced your Uncle and Jay to go home, shower and get some rest a couple of hours ago when I got off shift. I told your Uncle I'd sit with you. We didn't want you to wake up alone." she told me.

"Thanks Gabby. Is Jay okay? He didn't get shot did he? Did Uncle Hank? I remember him running out of the house in the middle of everything." I asked, feeling sick at the thought. "They're perfectly fine. You may have taken ten years or so off their lives, but other than that they are good." she replied.

"I see my patient is awake." Connor said, walking into my room. "I'll let you look her over. I'm going to step out to call Voight and Jay." Gabby replied. "Am I going to live?" I asked, still feeling the effects of the pain medication. His answer caused me to laugh at first before I started to worry. "As long as Voight family dinners don't always result in gunfire I think you'll be just fine. There are some medical things we can discuss a little later, non-life threatening things due to where you were hit, but again not life threatening. Get some rest and I'll be back a little later when most of the pain medication has worn off and you are completely lucid."

Now what I wondered to myself before I fell back to sleep…