When Jay and Erin returned to their car a voice came across the radio. "We have sighting of the suspect returning to an address off Cornor of Enton."

"Hank?" Erin said, clutching to the radio. Listening carefully as Voight began to give them their instructions.

"We need you and Jay in the house with Antonio when we get there." He informed over the crackling line.

"Copy that." She affirmed, placing her radio to the cup holder as she put the car in drive and sped towards the address they had been given, mindful of her scrapped hands as she gripped the wheel.

Pulling up, all their respective cars blocking the exits, Erin and Jay joined the team in jumping from them.

"Ready?" Voight called, eyeing each Detective and Officer carefully. With a nod, he sent his team in. "Okay, let's get this son of a bitch!"

Each and everyone of them ran to their positions, weapons raised and their hands caressing the trigger carefully as they looked around sharply.

"Clear!" Olinsky called from the upstairs where he had been paired with Atwater.

Voight and Ruzek had taken the back, blocking all exits, there was no where for Simon Boyega to run which meant he was soon to be faced with Detectives Dawson, Halstead and Lindsay.

A crashing sound could be heard from one of the back rooms which alerted the three detectives that had been scouring the first floor.

"Stop there!" Antonio called, his weapon still raised as he ran in between discarded bits of furniture.

"Step back!" Simon Boyega warned, his voice shaky. It was then the detectives noticed the weapon placed in the man's hand, his grip no longer slack as they all held their guns at the ready.

"Drop your weapon." Jay's voice boomed. His own weapon pointed directly at the man.

The man didn't speak but his features contracted and anger evident in his eyes as his hand dropped to the trigger.

Gunshot.

His hand dropping to his chest, blood seeped through the blue shirt. The sticky liquid everywhere with one last look towards Erin, he collapsed to the floor.

With one last raspy breath, his hands fell to the side.

Kicking the weapon away, Antonio, approached the lifeless body of the 29 year old. His two fingers pressing against his fast paling neck.

"He's gone." Antonio shook his head. With a breath, he stood and moved towards the shaking Lindsay and after squeezing her shoulder tightly, he spoke. "You did what you had to do."

Looking around the team began to organise the clearing of the scene. Whilst Atwater and Olinsky searched the upstairs of the property and Antonio and Voight the floor, Ruzek called it in.

"Shots fired by the police." Ruzek relayed into his radio. Anger relishing as he thought about the damage this man could've done, not only to he hundreds of kids in the hall that evening but to two of their own.

Erin's hand still wrapped firmly around the grip of her gun, she was startled when Jay approached her.

"Come on. Let's get you back, I think Sara's trying to persuade Burgess to bring her down." Jay said with a chuckle as he pulled her away from the open eyed body. She had to do this before, so why did it hurt so much?

"Put your hands in your pocket, it'll help" Voight whispered as he joined the pair for a brief moment.


With Jay by her side, Erin wandered aimlessly up the precinct stairs. Her hair tied back loosely, her eye make up smudged and her hands placed in her trench coat pocket.

"Mom!?" Sara jumped at the sight of her mom, she had been sat with Burgess who had tried to keep the Lindsay occupied whilst she waited for any news.

"Hey, just let your mom have a moment kid..okay?" Burgess advised, softly. Her hand rubbing up and down against the long sleeved cotton shirt Sara wore.

Despite not wanting to, Sara understood and stepped back into the uniformed officer who guided the teen towards a desk she assumed to be Atwater's.

"Jay? What's happened out there? Is Mom okay?" She asked as soon as Erin disappeared towards the locker room, her own teeth biting the skin around her nails as she feared the worse.

When Jay looked at the young girl, pity evident in his eyes, she almost freaked.

"Jay? Tell me? Please?" She pleaded, her voice shaking with every word. Her mom had a deathly pale look to her and hadn't acknowledged Sara as she passed.

With a nod from a Voight and an encouraging glances from the intelligence unit, Jay decided to tell her, after all, Erin wasn't going to be able to.

Guiding her to sit down behind Atwater's desk, Jay sat on top of it, waiting to find the right words to start. "The man- we uh- the missing gunman- he uh- he tried to hurt someone which meant we - we couldn't risk it."

"Okay.." Sara nodded, "So is one of the officers at the hospital with him? Do we have to testify?" Sara rambled.

"Bud, he's dead." Jay said, his throaty voice sympathetic as he reached out for her hand.

"Oh.." Sara took in the words slowly. Her free hand reaching her neck as she remembered the night, only for it to be pulled away by Jay. "But- but who?" It was then everything fell into place, her eyes widening in shock. "Mom?"

"She thinks you'll be hurt." Jay explained.

Snapping her head towards her mother's boyfriend, she raised an eyebrow. "Hurt? Why? She was doing her job?" Sara questioned, confused.

Jay nodded. He understood why Erin had feared the worst, there was no really telling how Sara would react, he hadn't been sure himself. "We don't like to hurt people Sar, but when they try-"

"Did- did he try and hurt mom?" Sara asked, a tear threatening to fall from her eye. The look she had received had been confirmation enough. Leaving Jay sat there, Sara Lindsay sped back towards the locker room Erin had been hiding in.

Reaching the locker room, Sara caught sight of her mom hunching over the trash can as she sat in front of her locker. "Mom?" Sara gasped, moving forward she re tied her mother's hair.

"Hey." Erin muttered, almost inaudible as he daughter ran her hand up and down her back, her other hand reaching for Erin's. Shakily, Erin accepted. "It should be me doing this for you- not this way around."

Ignoring her mother, she continued. "Jay told me what happened." Waiting for her mother to meet her teary ones, she smiled. "Thank you, mom."

The two sat in silence from then on, Erin moving to sit in front of her locker, Sara joined her and rested her head against her mother's shoulder.

"Have you told Jay yet?" Sara asked after a few moments, leaning against the cool locker as she focused on whatever was in front of her, absently. "About moving in?"

Erin shook her head. "Not yet."

"Hey, you're both in here." Jay observed, wandering into the locker room, his eyes searching for signs of distress.

"Hey Jay." Sara grinned, giving the man an exasperated wave.

Raising his eyebrows at the teenager he shook his head. "Are you guys ready to go?"

Closing her locker door for the evening, Erin nodded, her hand held out to her daughter.

Accepting the hand from the hand her mother offered, Sara jumped from her spot, her stomach groaning as she did.

"Hungry Sa?" Erin asked, a laugh escaping her lips.

Groaning, Sara spoke. "Officer Kennedy didn't pick up my burger."

"I'm feeling tacos for dinner." He announced, trying to ease the situation as he ruffled Sara's hair, making her huff in annoyance. His arm snaking behind Erin's back and his other arm moved to rest on Sara's shoulder.

"But I wanted a burger." Sara sighed, dramatically.

Ducking from Jay's hold, she spun around. "Can we have Jacks?" She grinned.

"Get in the car." Erin chuckled.

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