Α disgusting smell made him open his eyes weakly and observe his surroundings. From what he could figure out, there were plastic bags full of garbage and some destroyed boxes lying on the top of him. Even though, his vision was blurry he managed to realize that he was thrown next to a dumpster in a remoted area considering there were only trees and a small lake around. At first there was no memory of where he spent the last 24 hours but in a matter of seconds everything came into his mind. Moaning and trying to sit up, he screamed, a silent scream as his voice was really hoarse. "Halstead, get up." An inner voice was telling him. "Halstead, you are a soldier." Mouse… Why Mouse was talking to him? "You deserve to die." Angela. No, no, not now. "I won't die…" He mumbled to himself finally sitting up a bit after multiple efforts. He could see clearly now. Despite the blood loss, he walked a few meters until he reached the road. "Damn it." No cars, no passengers, anything. "Great…"

It didn't take him long to realize that no one was standing there, he was just hallucinating. Continuing marching down the road, his legs couldn't support him anymore in a result of falling on the ground, the bright sun burning his bleeding skin.

"Jay wake up." Will's voice. How his brother ended up there? "Jay it's time to go home, come on."

His eyes snapped open as he slowly came back to reality. The surroundings of the break room welcomed him, as he sat up on the couch. "What the… Where is the man who shot me?"

"Huh."

"You accidentally killed his wife and he shot me…" He looked around to find something, anything that was connected to the previous events.

"It was a dream, no one shot you, you're safe here."

It was a dream. It was only just a dream. Only a dream.

Removing the grey blanket that was laying on the top of him, he stood up rubbing his eyes, yawning and following the doctor in front of him towards the exit of the hospital. Everything seemed normal. A classic day at the emergency department of Chicago Med. "It was only a dream." He whispered to himself walking outside to the cold air of the city.

Will's car was parked on the parking lot a couple of meters away from the hospital so Jay's was. Both brothers marched all the way there in silence with the younger one looking to the ground making a recap of his day.

"Wanna talk about it?" Will asked leaning to his car.

"No… I got nothing to say."

"Wanna come and crush to my place? We can order pizza and watch the game."

"I am not in the mood, Will. Thanks."

The older man gave him a sympathetic look opening the door and driving away.

At this time of the day everything looked nothing but peaceful in Chicago. The roads were full of cars, people walking to their jobs, kids shouting, police cars speeding to crime scenes. Police cars. He would give his whole life to be inside one of these. He took a peek at the clock in the living room. 8:03 am. He hadn't slept all night, just sat there and drank his guts out. Beer bottles were spread across the floor, resting on the table, some broken, some totally intact. Only one noise made him get up from his couch and forget the misery of his life for one minute. The knock on his door. Being sure that someone from Intelligence had come to check up on him, he stood up and approached the brown wooden door opening it. Instantly, his body was pushed against the wall and a hand pressed his neck, not letting him breathe. "The deadline was one week. Last time I checked this ends today."

"I- daughter- Sarah." Shuffled words escaped his mouth as he was gasping for air.

"You failed me, Halstead. Now your brother is gonna pay."

"No… Please."

"Let's pay him a call, shall we?" The man searched through his pocket till he reached his phone, dialing Will's number, still pressing Jay's body against the wall.

"How?" He managed to mumble between short breaths.

"Hello?"

"Hello, doc. I don't think we've met but I know you and your brother very well."

"Who is it?"

"It doesn't matter. I can hear noises; you are in your car I suppose."

"Who is it?"

"Your worst nightmare." He grinned evilly as a loud crash was heard through the phone.

Jay goggled his eyes in the hearing of the screeching tires and the screams that were followed right after.

"I told you I would kill your brother if you wouldn't bring me my daughter." With that he released his grip and let the detective fall on the floor coughing before take a turn and leave like nothing ever happened.

As soon as he was able to breathe properly again, he got up running to the kitchen counter, grabbing his car keys.

The road to Med seemed so long, he must have broken every law there was but didn't care, all he wanted to do now was to find his brother as soon as possible. By the time he was there, an ambulance arrived and a stretcher was unloaded revealing a bloody Will Halstead. Jay ran to his side, stumbling a bit from all the exhaustion and the amount of drinks he had but eventually he was there, holding his brother's hand as they wheeled him to one of the open traumas.

"Jay are you alright?" Someone asked but never received an answer. The view evolving in front of him was more than shocking. Doctors ordering scans, monitors beeping unsteadily, wired being connected all over Will's body.

"Jay, come on let's go sit." The same voice touched his shoulder gently but once again did not receive any response.

It was less than a minute that another stretcher was pushed in the ED with a pregnant woman on it and a man next to her.

"No way." He mumbled to himself as he noticed the two familiar faces from his dream. "I… I got to go." He whispered and took off exiting the building resting his hands on his knees. "It's a dream, Jay, snap out of it, it's a dream."

"Jay snap out of it, it's a dream." Will's voice again.

Hitting the hard floor of his living room, Jay finally opened his eyes staring at his brother kneeling above him. "Are you okay man? I was worried so I came to check on you before I head to work." A hug was all he got in response, a tight one, like when they used to be kids.

"Don't go to work, I have a bad feeling." Jay insisted. "My dreams… You always end up injured. Please, Will."

"Hey, hey relax okay? Say the word and I'll call it sick."

"Please." Jay's pleading face was more than enough to convince him that something was wrong.

After finishing his call with Goodwin and preparing breakfast at the same time, he sat next to his brother on the comfortable black couch, placing the plate in front of him. "I made French toast, I know you like it."

"I am not hungry…"

"Come on Jay, you have to eat something. I know you are upset because you got suspended but this is not the way to deal with it, not by drinking and not getting enough meals."

Jay sighed. "Voight doesn't know anything… Voight doesn't know that the guy who attacked him threatened to kill you if I don't help him get his daughter back…"

"What?"

He nodded while tears streamed down his face. Starting from the day the man approaching him to the present day and his dreams, he told Will every single detail.

"What about the other man?"

"I don't know who it is… Maybe an accomplish… Maybe a upcoming father, he is not just a random person though, I can feel it."

"Oh brother… You have to explain that to your boss."

"No, he won't listen…"

"Jay."

"I said no." He stood up walking away to his bedroom.

Falling back asleep would mean another nightmare, staying awake though would mean a scarier living nightmare and he did not want that. So, he laid down on his bed closing his eyes when a very well-known song was heard. "Hailey…" 15 missed calls since… yesterday. "Shit." He mumbled to himself throwing the phone on the floor before burying his head in the pillow.

"Jay?" The door opened revealing a worried Will Halstead.

"Go away, I said I won't talk to Voight."

"No… Do you want us to go for a ride? To clear your mind?"

"No, I wanna stay here forever."

He felt his brother's hand touching his shoulder and turned to face him.

"Come on, get up."

I bet you didn't see that coming. But the dreams are connected to the rest of the story so you must have a little patience for the next chapters, which are no ready and to tell you the truth I will try hard to write them, cause my hand isn't healing and the pain is getting worse day by day so it's really difficult for me to type. I hope you understand and enjoy this chapter! I love you all!

~The Fourth Bionic~