A/N: Hey, guys! So a few of you said you enjoyed the chapter a lot so I'm gonna update again for you. I know you liked the tear-jerker in FITD so I'm probably gonna update that, too. Enjoy!

"You sick son of a bitch. Your ass is going straight to prison, and if they don't keep you in for a lifetime, I'll be dealing with you when you come out. And it'll make you wish you were dead, you understand me?"

The only thing the man did was smile evilly.

"Get your ass up!" Voight said finally, and immediately cuffed him.

Antonio and Ruzek stored their guns and began to untie the girl.

"Janice? Janice, you're okay. We took care of both of 'em. You're safe now." Antonio said, and he took off the duct tape covering her mouth.

Tears crowded her eyes and easily slipped onto her face. Her breath was heavy, but she began to feel safe from Antonio's words.

"Th-thank you…" She whispered hoarsely,"thank you."

"It's okay. I got you now."

To be continued….

At the Hospital:

In the hallway, Mouse stood watching through the glass of the room. The doctors and nurses rushed to help Jay.

It was chaos in there.

Mouse crossed his arms and paced. He eventually pulled out his cell phone and dialed quickly. His hands were shaking and his breath was trembling, then he heard a voice over the phone and spoke.

"Mouse." Spoke the voice.

"Voight…" Mouse replied to his Sergeant. His voice was hoarse and scared. It sounded like he'd been out of breathe, though he was only standing in a world of panic.

"Everything alright?"

"Uh, I-I think you should get down to med…" Mouse didn't even try to explain. It was silent for a moment, then Voight spoke.

"We're on our way."

In a matter of time, most of the team arrived.

They rushed through the hallways and passed up the doctors and nurses that were leaving Jay's room. Passing Dr. Rhodes, he gave the team a look of sympathy. They continued on to see Will beginning to talk to Mouse.

"Will?" Voight said. The Halstead looked at him, exhausted.

"Just in time to tell you what the hell happened."

He sighed before continuing, the team looked through the glass to the dark and quiet room where Jay laid asleep, with an oxygen mask.

"I was just sitting in the room with him and he just woke up…" Mouse said.

"Luckily I walked in just as he did. Like I said before, he was conscious for not even five minutes. I'm starting to think he's beginning to have delayed symptoms from the accident."

"But, th-that was two weeks ago?" Ruzek said.

"He never had any symptoms while he was in the coma. His body was too focused on healing itself that any pain or injury wouldn't come into play until his body was ready for it. Meaning, whenever he was able to wake up by himself."

"How long do the symptoms last?" Mouse asked.

"Depending on the damage we confirmed, couple of weeks. We knew the delayed symptoms were going to come once he was confirmed in a coma."

"Couldn't you have stopped it from happening? H-how bad is gonna hurt him?" Ruzek began again, nearly outraged by surprise.

"We can't prevent it. That's why we never did anything in the first place. He's probably gonna go through hell…"

Ruzek stood speechless from the answer. He rubbed his jaw with his hand and turned away towards Jay's room. Unbelievable, he thought. They all thought. Antonio turned back his thoughts to the accident itself. Every damn day he thought about it

It was all my fault. Things like that ran through his mind. Flashbacks of headlights. Flashbacks of Jay's yell. Flashbacks of the crashing noise, the crushing glass, the ringing in his ears.

He saw ambulance sirens, heard them...saw Jay, before the crash, during the crash, after the crash...unconscious, bleeding. Every time he closed his eyes.

Antonio turned around, away from the team, catching a glance of Jay in the room, but having the urge to turn away from the unbearable feeling if regret and guilt. He turned all the way around and ran his hands over his air. He breathed out shakily and shut his eyes for a moment. The moment caught up to him, and he saw it all again.

The car engine drove the car as fast is it could.

'SCREECH!'

Antonio turned the wheel, only to be shot back by an impact.

'CRASH!'

The glass shattered. The impact tossed him into the door. The seatbelt lashed his neck. He turned to see Jay, with blood and glass crowding him. The sound of the crunching car settled.

'HISSSS!'

The sound of the engine smoking.

"Antonio...JAY!"

Was her voice. Erin's voice. Fading out, until she screamed her partner's name.

"-tonio? Antonio?" Voight said, attempting to get the attention of the detective.

"I-I'm sorry I just…I just" He tried, but only began to walk on as his voice faded away.

"We'll meet up with you in a minute." Voight said. He followed behind Antonio, who was walking fast. He walked to the end of another hallway and stopped.

The words were inaudible from the other end of the hall, but Voight and Antonio continued to talk.

"It's my fault he's in here. It should've been me. I should been more caref-" Antonio mumbled anxiously.

"There's nothing you could've done…" Voight spoke louder than the tension of Antonio's voice. He squeezed Antonio's shoulder, hard, trying to get some reality into him.

It was killing Antonio. His best friend...his brother...was in the hospital because of...him? No. It couldn't have been. It wasn't Erin's.

It was the hardest thing to wrap your mind around. Destiny? Fate? What the hell was it? Who? Why?

It's a like crime...no one has a clue why the hell anybody in their right mind would choose to murder, kidnap, rape, torture. What's the reason?

It makes questioning things a lot harder; you can question, but you just don't know the answer. You may never.

"Blaming yourself ain't gonna help you or him get through this. That's why you're doing it together…"

Antonio thought about those words, almost the most helpful Voight has been in a while.

The team watched from the end of the hallway. Sad eyes filled anxious faces. How was everyone going to get through this?

Everybody needed to get through this. They will get through it...together.

To be continued...