"Oh my God," Olivia said when they walked up on the scene of police cars and an ambulance all with their lights flashing and saw Kelly standing at the curb with a fist sized bruise covering one side of his face.
"Casey did that to you?" Hank asked.
"It was an accident, he didn't mean it," Kelly insisted.
"What happened?" Olivia asked.
"He woke up screaming, I tried to get him to calm down and he just started swinging at me, he flashed back," Kelly said, "somebody called the cops, this wasn't his fault, Voight."
"Alright, I'll get it taken care of," Voight said assuredly and determinedly, "Where is he?"
"In the ambo, they pumped him full of Haldol because he wouldn't calm down," Severide's voice was shaking as he spoke, and the rest of him wasn't far behind. "They-they said they're taking him to Bellevue...that's the...mental hospital?"
"Okay, Kelly," Olivia spoke in her seasoned voice of experience as an SUV detective dealing with frazzled victims and frantic witnesses and suspects, "We are going to get this figured out, right now I need you to calm down. You need to let the medics take a look at you."
"No, I'm fine," he insisted, "but what about Casey? They're getting ready to take him."
"Okay, we're going to find out what's going on, just stay here," Olivia told him. She and Voight headed over to the ambulance and flashed their badges to the paramedics.
"What happened?" Olivia asked.
"Guy went crazy and started beating on his roommate, we had to sedate him before we could even pull him off the other guy," the paramedic answered.
"Okay, he's a victim in an open rape investigation," Olivia told them, "Something triggered a flashback, he's not psychotic."
"That might be but he is dangerous right now without the drugs to keep him calm."
"Where are you taking him?"
"Bellevue, docs will probably admit him to the psyche ward for a temporary hold."
"Okay, we'll follow," Olivia said.
"Severide, you ride with us," Voight called out as he waved Kelly over.
Casey wasn't admitted to the psyche ward, yet, he was kept in a temporary room while the doctors waited for him to wake up from the Haldol, Kelly and the cops stood around the rest of the night and into the early morning waiting for that to happen.
"So what happened?" Voight asked Severide. "Really?"
"It's embarrassing," Kelly said as he shifted in the chair by Casey's hospital bed.
"What?" Olivia asked.
Kelly reluctantly looked at them and answered, "He'd been having nightmares off and on all night, every time he woke up screaming...I thought...I sat up with him in his bed when he came down off the last one...we fell asleep like that, and I..." he pursed his lips together for a second before confessing, "I rolled over on him, and I didn't know it until he was screaming. I tried to get off of him but he turned over and started hitting me because I didn't move away fast enough."
"Kelly, that wasn't your fault," Olivia told him, "Casey needs to get psychiatric help to cope with his attack."
"He's not going to do that," Kelly responded.
Voight opened his mouth but before anything came out, Olivia raised her hand to get his attention and took the lead, "We have a doctor on our staff who can come in and speak with him, Dr. George Huang, he's with the FBI and he might be able to help us out."
"How?" Kelly asked.
"He might be able to get Casey to talk, we might be able to find out who did this to him."
Kelly shook his head, "No offense, if he won't even tell me, he's not going to tell a shrink."
"He still hasn't told you anything?" Voight asked.
"No...and it's driving me nuts, but I know I can't push him," Kelly said.
Voight looked at the Squad lieutenant and told him, "Kelly, if you knew who did this you'd probably get yourself killed trying to track them down and kill them, it's no wonder he won't tell you, he knows how you'd react."
Severide looked at the Intelligence sergeant and said quietly, "I never thought about that."
Olivia had to admit Voight's argument against Vince Keeler being responsible sounded credible, still she felt a need to interject into the conversation, "Kelly, it's possible that part of Matt's reluctance to talk to anybody has been an attempt to protect you."
He looked at her and blinked. "Me?"
"You two are friends, he doesn't want you going to jail for killing the bastards that did this to him," Voight pointed out.
Casey softly groaned and everybody looked at him. He slowly opened his eyes and it was obvious he was still loopy from the drugs he was on since he couldn't open his eyes all the way.
"Casey? You alright, buddy?" Kelly asked as he leaned over him.
Casey slowly grimaced when he saw the bruise on Kelly's face, "I hit you..."
Kelly almost laughed, "It's alright."
"I'm sorry."
"It's okay, Matt."
"I'm sorry," the Truck lieutenant tiredly repeated, it seemed to be about all he was capable of saying at the moment.
"Casey, hey, hey, look at me," Kelly tried to get his attention, "You don't need to worry about it, all you need to do is rest, just close your eyes and go back to sleep, I'll be right here, okay?"
Casey's eyes were already about fully closed but he seemed to be hanging on Severide's every word, he slowly nodded his head in agreement.
"Okay? Okay," Kelly told him as he pulled the blanket up, "Everything's okay, just take it easy, I'm right here and I'm not leaving you."
"We'll check in later to see how he's doing," Olivia told Severide. "Let us know if there's an update."
Kelly simply nodded in response.
The two cops left the hospital room and headed for the exit.
"This is getting complicated," Voight noted simply.
"Nothing I haven't seen before," Olivia said, "Victims clam up, recant, they suffer from PTSD, the littlest thing can set them off, but Hank, are you sure-"
"Olivia, you got a dirty mind," Hank told her with a hint of a smirk on his face, "Why are you so hot on these two being gay?"
"This is new territory," Olivia explained, "We've seen just about everything imaginable in this line of work, every kind of victim possible, every kind of victim's family possible, and the ones I have almost never seen are times when a man is raped and the person standing by him the whole way isn't his girlfriend or his wife, but is a man, who's not his boyfriend or his husband, but his best friend. We've almost never seen that, Hank, once a while there'll be a brother, a dad, but nothing like this. It's hard to get any victims to come forward but honestly we've had worse luck convincing straight men to press charges than gay men, they may have issues of not coming out to their families, but on top of everything else they have to endure at trial, straight men don't want the jury and the public and their own families to think they're gay. And the ones that do decide to go forward, almost never have the public support of their friends. It's sad."
"I agree," Voight remarked.
Olivia heard a phone ping, before she could ask Voight answered, "It's mine," and he took it out and checked the message that just came through.
"What is it?" she asked.
"We gotta get to your squad room," Hank told her, "It's Antonio, he and Mouse got done pouring over Casey's computer and they want to Skype the results they found."
