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Chicago PD

Different Mistakes to make a Difference

A/N: "Hypothetical: If you could start over, but knowing what you know now, would your career be any different?"

Hank Voight of the Chicago Police Department's Intelligence Unit, an elite group of police officers tasked with handling the most challenging of crimes that plague the city, had faced the most difficult of aftermath repercussions in his career as a member of the police force: The loss of his friend, Alvin Orlinksy.

At least…that's how it seemed to who was watching him from a close distance, unseen by Voight or anyone on that rooftop.

Go back…to the beginning, a voice expressed in the night, and Hank turned his head to the left to see the man that had made himself known. "Take your first stepping stone and place it on your path to fixing your previous mistakes…by making new mistakes."

The next thing Voight knew…he was in the backseat of a car…in the morning light, his head clear of a hangover he felt he was supposed to have…and talking to this guy he had injured earlier to get a name out of him that would lead him to finding whoever it was that slinging some bad dope that was killing the kids that used it.

Wasn't I on a roof at night? Voight wondered.

"I don't know where I'm going," the guy told him, barely able to keep the car steady with just one arm on the steering wheel.

"Just keep driving," Voight told him, recognizing the path they were taking to the Silos.

-x-

"What up, Willhites?" Antonio Dawson greeted the family of four as Julie Willhite got out of their car. Huh? Wait a minute… Jules? But… No, I'm sure she died.

Stepping into the Twenty-First District, Jules pulled Antonio up the stairs leading up to Intelligence and had to speak with him.

"When you woke up this morning, did you feel a sense of Déjà vu?" She asked him.

"In what way?" He responded.

"I woke up this morning getting the craziest feeling that…today…and the day after…were my last days, and that we go after someone and…"

"You get shot," he cut off her, realizing that what she was saying…was too much of a coincidence, "and then nothing much after."

"Yeah," she answers. "Tomorrow…I die?"

-x-

When Voight returned to the Twenty-First, Platt got his attention and handed him a letter with his name on it.

"Tell me something, Hank," Trudy spoke, "does this all seem familiar to you? I checked the date today…and this can't be Twenty-Fourteen, right? I mean, didn't Alvin… Is he upstairs?"

Hank looked at the letter, and it had some very unusual meaning to it.

"This was asked as a hypothetical once by Detective Antonio Dawson to Alvin Orlinksy," it started. "'If you could start over, but knowing what you know now, would your career be any different?' Your friend answered that if he could start over, he'd just make different mistakes from the ones he made the first time. This can be said for all of you, Hank Voight. If you could all start over, only knowing everything you know now, you can affect your lives differently. Everyone that has anything to do with your Intelligence Unit that was affected will have received a letter by the time you get this, probably feeling like this has all happened before…and this has indeed happened once before already. Make different mistakes from the ones you made the first time, and by different mistakes, I mean the choices you know can change the potential of each outcome you're involved in. The more changes you can make with the knowledge you now possess, the different everything can be. Do your best. I leave the rest to you now. Signed, B.C."

"So, wait a minute, this B.C. person… He brought us all back to before everything happened?" Trudy questioned. "That means…my dad's alive? Everyone we knew is alive?"

"Looks like it," Hank responded, but he needed to know for himself, and left to go up to the Intelligence Unit office.

To be continued…

A/N: I'll stop here and continue on the next chapter to let you process this. But yes, this is a step back to the beginning caused by you-know-who.