Hi, so here is another chapter. I hope that you all enjoy and I will hope to update sooner rather than later. Please be aware that there is going to be a gap of about six episodes between this chapter and the next one.

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Some violence in this chapter by the way.

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Bridget

Chapter 20-Family Secret

As Hank and his family regroup after the bombing, the fragile peace between Erin and Bridget might be over before it starts and Bunny Fletcher get's a visit from Hank Voight's daughter.

She was aware someone was shouting her name.

Over and over again it was being shouted and she had half a mind to shout that whoever it was should shut the fuck up but the fact of the matter was she couldn't move her mouth. In fact her whole body seemed out of whack. She paused opening her eyes and saw a scene of total devastation appear in front of her.

The entire world seemed to be on fire and it took Bridget a second before she realised that in reality it was Justin's car. She could feel a deep ache in her knee and something sticky near her head and glass shards fell out of her dark hair as she turned her head to the side to get a better look at her surroundings.

Then she felt someone turning her head so that she could see for the first time her father looking down at her and the look on his face was one of complete and utter terror.

"Bridget" was all he said.

Bridget tried to say Dad but she wasn't sure if it had come across alright because she couldn't hear over the crackling of the fire and the roaring in her ears. Instead he pulled her up and then he was dragging her to her feet and around the side of the car where she collapsed back to the grass on the ground her whole body trembling with the aftermath of the explosion.

She felt rather than saw Justin's hand run through her hair removing glass shards but she was too tired and too in shock of what had just happened. She could hear baby Daniel crying which she supposed she should be happy about—at least the baby was alive—but instead all she felt was the sudden urge to close her eyes and lie down and try and pretend that this was not happening. Someone was trying to kill them. Again.

Oh she was going to kill whoever it was behind this—at least if her Dad didn't get there first.

And with that she blacked out.

When she woke up she was aware of someone watching her and she knew that she was in the hospital again.

Oh this was getting to be embarrassing.

Thankfully it was Justin.

"Hey kiddo" he said grinning when he saw her. The two of them were so in-tune to the crazy that the concept of a car bomb was not something they dwelled upon. After all when your Dad was Hank Voight you got used to the unexpected like it was the ordinary.

"Where is he?" she asked sitting up. Justin snorted his face falling back into the same sort of expression he used to have when he had been living at home. Bridget who had never gotten a chance to say goodbye to her brother because of one of her father's madcap schemes could understand the sentiment.

"Out looking for the bomber. Man by the name of Beckett…something. Got released on a technicality last night. Of course he forgot to tell us" he rolled his eyes.

"Anyway now two people who worked the case with him are dead, someone's selling out information, we nearly all got killed and he's in Rambo mode screaming at anyone and anything that tries to stop him or get in his way."

"How the hell did this guy get realised if he has a history of violence?" Bridget asked but she suspected from the look on her brother's face it probably had something to do with her father when he had err…shaded the truth a bit in his career.

"Bunny Fletcher" was all Justin needed to say. Being the same age as Erin when she had crashed into their lives he knew intimately what damage that woman was. Bridget swore and leaned back on her pillows.

"What the fuck did that woman do now?"

"Got pissed off Erin choose Dad instead of her I suppose. Heaven forbid a mother wants her daughter not to be a drugged out depressed mess but there you go. Anyway she told the cops and then Beckett's lawyers that Dad was with her that night—you know saving her and Erin from the boyfriend with the sawn off shotgun but there you are. Course Dad lied and said on the stand that he was there the whole time the arrest went down—because God knows Al couldn't do that and now we nearly all get killed"

When he finished his voice was dripping with sarcasm. Bridget stared at him feeling her teeth on edge.

"Where's Olive?"

"Took Daniel back to the hotel. She's fine, he's fine, I said I'd wait with you. You collapsed due to exhaustion. I have to admit even I had to lie down for a little while. Dad practically ran back to the office."

"Yeah well he's always ran towards something to do rather than sit on his ass. Remember when Mom was sick? He was doing about twenty things at once right until the end"

There was a long pause where he stood up and she stared at him silently. If discussing their Mom was painful for her then it was nothing compared to what it was for Justin.

"You got my clothes?" she asked finally. Justin pointed to a bag. "Erin came by and brought some things. Your clothes were half removed and anyway they stink of smoke and were covered in ash. Anyway…you want me to check you out AMA—cause I'm pretty sure that's gonna get both of us yelled at"

"Yeah" Bridget said knowing what she wanted and that Justin would be the one person who would let her do it. After all, he did owe her one for that whole accessory to murder thing that he had embroiled her in.

"I need to go and do something. Something I should have done a very long time ago"

Bunny had gone out to take the trash out and for a smoke. The ally where she did it was generally quite so if her smokes were laced with a little green herb then…well nobody knew.

She had her back turned when it happened.

Somebody grabbed her and slammed her back against the wall her head smacking off the brick. There was a pause where she tried to snatch back her breath but before she could someone had hit her so hard across the face her teeth rattled.

She pushed back naturally but whoever it was had her back up against the wall and one arm wrapped around her throat before she could move. Then she got a good look at her attacker.

Bridget Voight.

"You nearly got my baby nephew blown up" she whispered and there was something manic about her voice that Bunny didn't like at all. She wasn't yelling like Hank had done or Erin, she was soft and silent and that was a far more deadly cry. Bunny tried to speak but Bridget tightened her grip.

"You nearly killed my entire family for what? You didn't like the fact that your daughter hates you? Well let me tell you Bunny, if you come near anyone I care about again, I will bury you in the canal. And you know where I come from. So don't doubt that I can do that"

And with a look of disgust she threw Bunny back to the floor gasping as if she was something dismissive on the end of her shoe.

Bunny looked up just as Bridget spat in her face. Wiping it away she snarled.

"Your dead Bridget! Bet Hank will love arresting you. Both of his kids in prison!"

Bridget laughed and the sound was pure mocking.

"Oh Bunny you deranged bitch. You think anyone is gonna believe I attacked you?"

And then she walked away still laughing into the darkness.

The sound seemed to last for hours.

"Hank" Trudy said as he was coming down the stairs. "Look…Bunny Fletcher rang me. I hung up on her after saying…a few…well some rude words but she's pretty strong in her story. Claims Bridget attacked her outside the bar."

Hank blinked.

"She got proof?" he asked finally trying to not sound as proud as he felt.

"No. There's no security at that bar remember. Look you and I both know Bridget checked herself out of hospital. You better make sure she's got an alibi"

"Trudy she might not have done it" Hank pointed out. "Does Bridget look like she can attack someone?"

"When people are pushed to the limit they can do things that they can never expect." Trudy said wisely.

Hank sighed feeling tired. "Is Bunny gonna be a problem?" he asked finally.

"Hank two ex-cops are dead because that woman got the man released. You nearly got blown up, a baby nearly got blown up. Everyone in the brass knew Beckett was guilty. And everyone knows exactly what type of woman Bunny is—hell she's been in every precinct in Chicago has probably ran into her. And well…Bridget doesn't exactly look like a manic attacker does she? Like you said. She might not have done it. Or you know…she might have a damn good alibi" She finished this sentence with a look that told Hank to get home. Trudy had always had that ability to say a thousand words with one look after all.

There was a long pause where she stood there. Hank got the impression she was still watching him as he left.

Bridget didn't look up as her Dad came into the house. Erin was behind him her expression one of confusion. Bridget was under the impression that Erin was supposed to be moving out but the fact of the matter was that she was still tired. And now they were down one car to boot.

"So Bunny thinks you attacked her" Erin said finally into the silence. Olive was upstairs with the baby and for that Bridget was happy because she was highly doubted that her new sister in law actually understood what it meant to be a part of this insane family that she had married into.

Instead she paused looking up. Justin was reading on his news app and she got the distinct impression that he was also watching her. She ignored him.

"She does, does she?" she said finally. "Of course. Woman has to have someone to blame. Probably some punter who got pissed at her for supplying cocaine." She shot a look at Erin. "I suppose that was what she was selling you that time?"

Erin shot her a look but thankfully didn't press the issue. Her Dad sat down next to her.

"You did check yourself out AMA" he said quietly.

"Ah she was with me all afternoon. Didn't want to wait around to see if you got the guy. Don't blame her, we both wanted to get the smell of smoke out of our hair" said Justin his eyes still on his phone screen. Bridget smiled benignly. Her father shot one look between the two of them and then apparently decided that whatever had happened this afternoon he didn't want to know.

Bridget turned back to her book still smiling to herself.

Olive and Daniel choose that moment to come down the stairs and while Erin and her Dad were cooing over the baby like a pair of doves she shot a look at her brother. He winked at her and she grinned back.

She had reasoned that he did owe her one and she had been right at the time. She had once been in the car waiting. It had not hurt Justin to do the same thing.

She remembered however what she had said to her Dad however, and she still meant it. There was a line Bridget didn't cross that her Dad had done so previously. But for the first time in her life she thought she understood the desire to cross that line and the sight of it as something she had welcomed rather than repelled.

It was a sobering thought.

But that didn't change anything for her. She could see the line. But she had no desire to cross it. And she knew her Dad didn't either.

(Of course Bridget had no idea that her little family would be shattered so in the upcoming months but that…that is a story for another time.)

And there you go, I hope you all enjoyed.

Next Chapter-An incident at Chicago Med sees Bridget and Hank on a crash course with the most painful memory of their life. Bridget is utterly confused and then heartbroken and then confused again. Erin and Bridget row as Hank in his desperation asks Bridget to do something she has never even contemplated doing.