Gotta say, I LOVED tonight's episode. Well…besides the part where WARNING CONTAINS SPOILERS IF YOU HAVE NOT ALREADY SEEN IT Jin getting shot. Loved the glare at the end of that though. And Halstead's worry over Erin…of course, Charlie telling Erin that Halstead loved her. That was pretty priceless – I wish she'd listen *cough cough* not that they could do anything like Burzek…cough cough again. I saw that coming though…one need not be a detective to decipher that one. And ugh. Poor Antonio… that almost had me tearing up.

Haha, anyways here's chapter 21! I thought about doing a sequel, and I just might still, but the sequel basically would've been what is found in this chapter, and that didn't seem right to me. I don't want a sequel that just picks right up. I'll try to start that 'new' in a way. But anyway, it's just in my thought process for now.

"Did you hear somethin'?" Voight asked.

"Yeah…sounded like a skateboard."

Voight gave him one of his famous looks. "If we just heard it, and didn't hear it a minute ago…"

"That means they were stopped." Halstead added.

"And might have been listening."

"I think we're getting paranoid." Halstead slightly groaned rubbing his palms over his face.

"That's not a bad thing considering."

After looking in the direction they thought it had come from, they decided to let it go for tonight, and walked back into the bar.

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Severide hadn't gotten too far away when he turned around and saw Voight grab Halstead. He stopped, and – even though he knew he would probably regret this – he went back and eavesdropped.

"Yeah…sounded like a skateboard."

"If I just heard it, and didn't hear it a minute ago…"

"That means they were stopped."

"And might have been listening."

That's when Severide heard the skateboarder riding away that they were talking about.

It sounded like the two men were walking back into the bar.

Severide had nothing better to do.

He followed the skateboarder…as best he could since he was on foot. But as it turns out, the kid was in no hurry to get where he was going. The kid ended up at a run-down warehouse.

"What you got for me?"

Well, if that didn't sound like somethin' Voight would say.

"Boss, both men are hanging around her. I think the old one got a tip from someone. He was having a serious conversation with the younger one."

"I would suggest you leave them alone for right now." The other guy piped up again.

"How can you be so sure?"

"I know because my co-worker put them through hell only a little while ago, and he didn't make it. They're on their toes…just waiting for something to happen. They have been since that first strike. Give them some time to cool down, relax. Feel safe again. Then we strike when they're off-guard."

"I like it."

Severide processed the information he had just heard.

Co-worker? He didn't know where Erin and Jay were before he caught them at the hospital, he had only heard they were coming. Were they at Erin's? He should find out.

Got a tip? From who for what? Though, it sounds like they're planning an attack, but going to take a break since it's been back to back for Halstead and Lindsay.

He ran back to the bar.

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Erin was so drunk, she could barely walk.

It felt good to her.

"Come on, you need to go." Halstead whispered in her ear.

"But…I don't wanna…" Her words were slurring. Halstead was glad they walked even though he had only had one. He was pretty sure he wasn't even legally drunk. Voight had had a few, but he still had his wits about him.

He always had his head about him.

"Ma'am, you should leave, you're not getting any more to drink tonight." The bar tender told her.

Erin sighed, "Okay." She let Jay grab her arm and lead her out.

Voight watched them go.

When he turned back around, the bartender said, "I'm not serving you any more either. You may not be slurring-your-words drunk, but you've had probably more than your fair share."

"Fair enough." Voight threw his hands up and walked outside also.

He caught up to Halstead, who had to practically drag Erin.

Voight chuckled, "You grab one arm; I'll grab the other."

"Alright." Halstead said, and they each had one of Erin's arms across their shoulders.

"Jay! Voight!" That's when they spotted Severide running towards them.

Halstead furrowed his brows and Voight stared.

"Good…I'm glad I caught up to you. I think someone's planning something against Erin."

"Yeah…we…kind of already know that." Halstead muttered.

"But I know where they are." Severide smiled as Voight and Jay exchanged a look.

"And you know that how?" Voight asked raising his eyebrows.

"The kid was on a skateboard, and I followed him. Don't ask me how I was able to keep up with him though…I guess he was going slow not thinking that anybody would or could follow him…"

"Where?" Voight interrupted, already interested.

"In an abandoned warehouse about five blocks from here."

"Alright. Here's the plan. You," he took Erin's arm off of him and pointed to Halstead, "take Erin to your place, and sneak out. Meet me, Dawson, Olinsky, Ruzek, and Severide back here in forty-five minutes. We're going to get these sons of bitches tonight."

When Halstead and Erin walked away, Voight turned to Severide, "Come on. Let's go get the others."

Severide followed, "We're not really going to wait until Halstead gets back here, are we?"

"What do you think?"

"Won't he be mad?"

"That's neither here nor there." Voight retorted.

"You sure you're okay to drive?" Severide asked Voight, realizing they probably wouldn't be walking to the warehouse like he had.

"Do I sound okay to you?"

"Yeah, but that's neither here nor there." Severide offered.

Voight glared at him.

"Okay, okay, you'll drive." Severide threw his hands up as though proving innocence.

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Halstead somehow, finally made it into his place.

"Ohhhh, we're at your place." Erin said.

"Yeah..." Halstead said, trying to get her into the bedroom without her making a comment.

"Why are you dragging me? Do you have somewhere to be?" Erin was asking.

"Actually, yeah." He stated, not meeting her eyes.

"And wait…" She narrowed her eyes and looked at him. "You're taking me to your bedroom. Damn. What's your hurry?" She turned around and started kissing him.

Halstead lightly pushed her off, "Now's not the time, babe."

"What's that supposed to mean? Now's a perfect time." She tried kissing him again, but he held her back.

It was painful.

"You're so drunk you can barely walk. We are not doing anything tonight."

She pouted her lower lip, "You're such a buzz-kill."

"Yeah, well, I'm not doing anything with you while you're on a buzz. Deal with it." He retorted.

"Why not? I thought you loved me?" she swung her hips, and Halstead barely stifled a groan.

He somehow managed to smirk, though, "Babe, that's exactly why I'm refusing. Now come on, lay down."

When he tried to make sure she sat on the bed safely, she grabbed the front of his shirt, and he couldn't hold his balance. They both toppled over onto the bed, Jay on top, and Erin's lips found his.

Very reluctantly, he pulled away again, and got off the bed.

"Jayyyyy…" Erin groaned.

"Babe, I gotta go. I'm sorry. We'll talk when I get back." He turned around and walked out of the room.

"Talk? That's it?" She pouted again, and crossed her arms over her chest, but she continued laying there.

"Yeah, maybe. Goodbye." He closed the door and walked to the safe where he kept his ammunition in case of emergencies, and loaded his gun.

After he holstered it, he walked out.

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"Dawson!" Voight hollered walking into the squad.

"He's not here." Platt said.

"Then where the hell is he?" Voight walked up to her desk.

"He had a family member to attend to."

"Where's everybody else?"

"I haven't seen Halstead or Lindsay in a coon's age. Ruzek and Olinsky are in the training room; and Burgess and Atwater are on patrol."

"Don't worry about Halstead and Lindsay. Thanks." Voight mentioned, walking toward the training room.

"Ruzek, Alvin?"

"Yeah?" They both said in unison.

"We got a situation." Voight said, with Severide by his side walking up to them.

"Alright, what's up?" Olinsky asked as they followed Voight into the squad room.

"There's a gang coming after Erin, and Severide followed one of them back to their hideout. We're going after them."

"Ah, that explains why he's here." Ruzek muttered.

"I'll call Casey. I'm sure he'll want in on this." Severide said pulling out his phone.

Voight didn't object. The more people to help Erin, the better.

He would be lying to himself he said he was glad she wasn't here, though. He knew she would be royally pissed if she found out they went into a fight over her and she was too drunk to even stand, let alone fight in it. But Voight would just, maybe not so subtly let her know she was too drunk to even walk. Then again, after all the shit she had gone through recently? She deserved a break.

He hoped once Halstead realized they had left without him; that he would go back with Erin.

As much as he hated that hope, that was best for her at the moment.

"For those of you who didn't know, Dawson won't be joining us because he's got a family issue to deal with."

"Who are we dealing with?" Ruzek asked; taking a toothpick out of his mouth and throwing it at his nearby trash can.

"A gang called the Black P. Stones Nation teamed up with the Mickey Cobras after the deaths. They're going to come after Erin…unless we get to them first."

"And that explains better why we're here." Ruzek exclaimed.

"Suit up and let's go. No sirens. We are definitely not warning them that we're coming. Severide, call Casey back and tell him we'll swing by to pick him up before we get there. Ruzek and Olinsky, you're in the next car."

"Don't get me wrong, boss, but shouldn't we get Halstead? The more the merrier, right?" Ruzek asked.

Voight thought about that for a second. "Alright, call Halstead and tell him to meet us here. Severide!"

Severide, who was still on the phone with Casey, looked up.

"Tell Casey to meet us here, but hurry the hell up."

They waited for the two men to show.