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Hearing the comment Will looked over his shoulder at his sister in law who raised her eyebrow. He shook his head quickly causing her to say something to Connor and had him the glass of water that she was holding before she came over to him. "Are you okay?" She asked. "No, I wish everyone would stop asking me if I am okay." The woman answered rounding on the duo, her chest heaving and her eyes on fire.
Will took a step forward and put his arm out to block his sister in law from the woman, he knew it was silly to do it and that Libby could handle herself but seeing her being sad and broken after the kidnapping scared him. And it scared his brother, and that is something that never happened.
He ever wanted to see that again. Any of it.
"Then tell us what's wrong." Libby said her fingers pressing harshly into Will's forearm. As much as she wanted to be brave, she was scared. "My husband was killed in this hospital." Her wild eyes went from Will and Libby to Connor who came to stand behind them. He had seen what was going on, knowing that Libby was pregnant and knowingly putting herself into danger worried him. "What do you mean killed? This is a hospital. They wouldn't kill someone purpose." Libby questioned taking a step back standing fully between Connor and Will. "Don't talk about things that you know nothing about." the woman said pulling out a gun and waving it around.
"Ma'am put the gun down!" Connor ordered as Sharon Goodwin pulled her phone out and dialed 911 while Maggie Lockwood called for security ." The woman fired the gun into the air causing those around her including the two doctors and the detective to flinch. "Put that phone down now! Actually better yet! Phones now!" The woman demanded waving the gun again.
With trembling fingers, Libby pulled her phone out of her small clutch that she had borrowed from Carlie. Her phone was lit up with incoming messages from her husband. Most of them asking if he needed to come and save her from the gala. She slid her finger quickly up the screen and sent a reply to one of the messages before handing it over to the woman.
"What did you do?" she hissed pointing the gun at her.
Jay swallowed his mouthful of beer and looked at his phone buzzed once and lit up with an incoming message. It just one simple word.
Shooter.
He quickly stood up and pressed the phone icon.
The phone rang once and then went to voicemail.
He cursed and called his wife's number again. It went straight to voicemail. His brother's phone did as well. Terror was coursing through his body. There was one more call he had to make before he went down to Med. And that was to Voight. He would know what to do.
"I didn't do anything." Libby answered holding up her hands, "All I did was check my messages. My husband is kind of over protective." Will swallowed back his laughter, overprotective was an understatement. Jay had been even more protective of Libby since she and Carlie had been rescued. And it was almost amusing to see.
"So is my boss."
The woman raised her eyebrows.
"She is a detective with the Chicago Police Department." Connor answered her unspoken question, "Her boss is Hank Voight." The woman paled, she had heard of Voight's reputation and what he did to anyone that threatened his team especially the two girls that worked for him. But she couldn't back down now. She had come too far and she wasn't going to give this up.