Mostly filler and setup, with a dash of angst.

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A FEW DAYS AFTER JAY GETS HOME

The morning of the barbecue and the barbecue itself, were a bit of a fiasco. It was fun, for a while, but with it came, embarrassment, pain, and worry.

While his dad puttered in the kitchen, prepping food, something he forbade anyone from taking part in, Jay went about the arduous task of getting ready.

Balanced on one leg, he had gotten as far as boxer briefs and a t-shirt when he heard the light rap on the door and spun around in a sloppy pirouette…a mistake.

"Jay I…" Hank froze just inside the door, eyes blinking at the sight of his son's knee and ankle, both still almost black from the dislocations.

"Oh shit…" He wasn't sure if he said it, or his dad, but the next thing he knew, he was lying askew on the bed, his dad sitting beside him, one hand on his shoulder, one hand on his chest.

"Jay. Jay! You hear me?"

He pulled in a slow breath, willing his head to stop swimming, "Ya. Gimme a sec, I'm fine."

His dad gave his shoulder a comforting squeeze, then rasped out an emotional, "Fine?!"

Using his dad's voice and touch to anchor himself in Chicago, he tried to ease his dad's worry, "I'm okay dad. My ear drums got blown out. Gunna have vertigo on and off for a while. Doc said it'll go away."

"How long?"

"Uh, maybe two or three months. He didn't have a definite time frame."

"You didn't tell me."

"Comes and goes, didn't think of it."

Hank scowled then, looking at his kid laying on the bed, eyes unfocused, trying to control his breathing, and where his shirt had ridden up, he could see dark bruises and a couple of angry, twisted cuts, black stitches holding them closed.

He sucked in a breath and looked at his son skeptically. "Anything else I should know, since we're on the subject?"

Jay cleared his throat and pulled his shirt down, "Bruised ribs, had a concussion but it's good, some cuts, nothing else, just the knee and ankle and they'll be fine with PT."

"Jay…"

"I'm okay dad…honest…got tossed around a bit, shrapnel…I'm okay."

He saw his dad swallow the lump in his throat, unable to speak, so he put his hand on top of his dad's hand that rested over his heart.

"Really dad, I'm okay…gunna be okay…"

Hank nodded his head, believing his kid, but yet not believing him at the same time.

He pointed at Jay's belly where he had seen the two wounds still sporting stitches, "When do those have to come out?"

"Couple days or so."

"We can go to Med and do it."

"'s okay, Dad, I gotta guy."

Hank laughed, "I'm sure you do."

He patted Jay's shoulder, stood up, and put out a hand to help Jay sit up.

"You need any help?"

"No, I'm good. I'll be down in a few."

He looked at Jay another moment, "You sure you're gunna be up for a barbecue kid? We can do it next weekend."

"Ya, ya, it'll be great. Burger's from the Hank Voight Grill will help banish the taint of MRE's from my taste buds."

He chuckled, "Okay, then, better get the grill going."

As soon as his dad was out the door, he laid back on the bed and rubbed his eyes with his thumb and forefinger, trapping any liquid behind the lids. He hated making his dad worry…and Al and Trudy, because he knew within two hours tops, the three of them would be watching him like hawks once his dad spilled the beans to them.

He huffed out a breath and flopped his arm to the bed, "Dammit."

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It was a perfect day for a barbecue. He had fun watching Ruz and Kev being idiots. The 'new' girl Hailey was pretty funny too. He could tell she was a good addition to his dad's team. He was happy to see that Kim and Ruz were dating. That was a long time coming and he was glad his dad and Al didn't have a problem with it…or Trudy, but she sure had fun giving Ruz shit about it.

He joined in but for the most part he just enjoyed the antics of the others. He was a little stoned on his pain meds, which made everything even funnier. God he was happy to be home. He caught his dad's eye over at the grill and gave him a big grin. It seemed to wipe the worry off his dad's face, replacing it with a relieved mega watt smile of his own.

Will showed up with his fiancé Natalie about the time his pain meds were wearing off. The two of them pretty much ignored Jay for the first five or ten minutes, except for a quick wave to the group, before checking in with his dad and Al at the grill. They grabbed a burger and beer and joined the group in the large circle around the fire pit that they would light in a couple of hours.

It wasn't lost on anyone that when Natalie introduced herself to Jay and there was no, 'nice to finally meet you' or 'I've heard a lot about you,' that Will had told her next to nothing about his brother, except the fact that he had one. It was also not lost on anyone that Will had not hugged his brother…his injured brother.

Jay didn't know Will was engaged until this morning. His dad mentioned her and when he asked who she was, his dad barely kept a lid on the gasket that was about to blow. It confirmed his dad's suspicions, that even though Will had said he had been in contact with Jay, he had been lying. He had told his dad to leave it, that it was fine. He had dropped it, but Jay had a feeling that Will would be hearing about it at some point.

Everyone had been avoiding the subject of Jay's injuries and his service but that was the first place Will went when he finished eating. He went into full doctor mode, the brother in him buried under the fear that doctor mode kept at bay.

Neither mentioned last time they were together but Will didn't make it any less painful, asking his little brother for the rundown of his injuries and like always, Jay just rolled with it.

"Your leg?"

"Knee and ankle dislocation."

That made everyone cringe except Will, doctor mode removing any brotherly empathy.

"PT, it'll be fine."

"When do you start?"

"Couple of weeks. Not sure…see the doc on Tuesday."

Will nodded, "What else?"

"Couple bruised ribs, concussion…"

It was such an uncomfortable interrogation, almost like Jay was getting scolded with every question, but Jay continued to give his older brother a pass.

"…ruptured eardrums…"

"Vertigo?"

"A bit on and off."

"And…"

Adam shook his head at Will's asshole antics, "Jesus Will, leave it…this is a backyard not the ER."

Jay rolled his eyes, trying to make light of the conversation but feeling more and more anxious the longer it lasted. "Some cuts…"

"Shrapnel, right? Any burns?"

Jay looked uncomfortably at the others, then let his eyes slide to his dad, Trudy and Al at the grill.

They all knew this was Will coping with things and let it ride as long as Jay did. They knew Will was scared but the more questions asked, the more uncomfortable Jay got. Talking about his knee and ankle didn't seem to bother him as much as the brief mention of shrapnel and burns from the IED. It was those injuries that Will glommed onto, he wanted to see them.

This time the tremble in Jay's body didn't go unnoticed by anyone. It was Trudy, sitting back down with another burger, that put Will in his place. "This isn't the ER Will, you aren't Jay's doctor, you're his brother. Leave it alone."

Jay grabbed his crutches. "Gotta hit the head."

They all watched Jay struggle up the three steps of the patio and the small step into the house. It was a testament to how thrown off he was by the conversation.

Adam was having none of it and let Will know it when he got up to get a beer, "Christ Will, you're an asshole. He could use a brother right now..." And he couldn't help himself and threw in a dig, "...since Mouse is still overseas."

Adam grabbed his beer and headed over to the grill where Hank and Al were deep in conversation, oblivious to the tense conversation on the other side of the yard.

He lifted his chin to Al who looked surreptitiously around the yard. He gave a minute nod when he noticed Jay was gone.

"Be back in a sec need anything from inside?"

"We're good. Chicken and salmon'll be done in 10."

Al found Jay in his bedroom staring at Justin's bed. When he turned to see who came in, there were tears in his eyes.

Al pulled out the desk chair, sat down, and stayed quiet. He'd let Jay lead the conversation.

After a few minutes Jay let out a quiet chuckle and lifted his chin to Justin's bed, mattress and box spring on the floor, "He never fixed it after the last flying tackle broke the frame, just left it on the floor."

Jay smiled a sad smile at the thought of how many times a flying tackle put Justin's bed on the floor. They sat there in silence a few more moments, before he started in again, pain resonating in his voice.

He flicked his eyes to his godfather then back to Justin's bed, "Ya know, when I was gone…over there, I could pretend he was still here...now...being back..." He shook his head and fiddled with his crutches, "I keep looking for him...thinking I'll find him on the couch, hear him messing around the kitchen trying to make Drunk Waffles..." He smiled to himself at that one, Justin was a really good drunken waffle maker, they were terrible if he tried to make them when he was sober.

He sucked in a breath, a few tears escaping, "When I got back…over there, after Justin…I was still on med leave…I got a letter…" He took a shuddering breath and dropped a bombshell, "It was from Justin…mail's slow, ungodly slow…he sent it six days before he died…" A sob escaped, "…said he was thinking about joining the army like me…"

Al sat up and pursed his lips, at a loss for words at what his godson had been going through.

"When Will came out the back door today...when the door opened and it was Will, not Justin...it all kind of slammed it home. Justin died, he's not coming back…Will…" he glanced at Al, then dipped his toe in a puddle of self-pity. "Kinda feel like I lost both of them..." he grabbed his braced leg and lifted it, going for a more comfortable position.

Al didn't say anything about the letter, that's a pain that couldn't be touched, but the other…they all hated what Will was doing to Jay, but no words, no matter how loud, seemed to get through that thick skull of his.

"He'll come around kid...all this shit is just fear...he loves you, was afraid of losing you, still is..."

Al, ever the voice of reason, put out or at least dampened the fire in his chest.

He nodded his head. He figured as much, it was one of the reasons he didn't lash out at his brother, but it didn't make it hurt any less. He was grateful for the reminder just the same, from the one person who could pound it gently into his heart.

His dad and Trudy could have done it, but for the most part they both swung a sledgehammer, wanting so desperately to drive home solace and ease his pain immediately. Most of the time it worked. But today he was grateful Al was sitting here. Sometimes his heart needed his godfather's gentle touch and patience, today was one of those times.

The thought trickled in and he wondered if Will was just mad at him for going back or if he still blamed him for Justin dying. The pressure of his own guilt was stifling and he wasn't sure if right now, he could handle Will's blame. Maybe later, but not right now. Right now, he needed a reprieve…from everything.

Al tapped his knee as he got up to leave, "It's not your fault..Justin…it was a terrible accident, he never should have gotten in that car, but it's not your fault he died. No one believes that, not for a second…"

He swallowed his tears and nodded as Al once again read his mind and heart.

"And Will doesn't believe it either, you were just an easy target for his own pain."

Al stared at his godson for a moment, gauging his emotional state of being and decided he would be okay for now, "See ya in a few..."

"Ya...I'll be down."

Al stoped at the door, "At this point, kid, I think Will is madder at himself for what he did and doesn't know how to fix it."

Jay shrugged. "A hug would do it…don't even need an apology."

Al nodded, "Chicken and fish in in 10."

"Gonna take my meds. I'll be down."

He took in what Al said and begged his heart to believe Will didn't blame him, but it didn't believe. It would take some convincing from his brain and his brain just didn't have the strength for that right now.

The rest of the night was smooth. Jay was quiet. He listened and occasionally laughed at the stories while they sat around the fire, but didn't really contribute. No one asked questions about over there except a question from Ruz about Mouse.

"When's Mouse coming home?

"He's still got a couple of months on his contract."

"He gunna re-up?"

They could tell even the question of it upset Jay. "He's not sure yet."

That ended that conversation. They knew Mouse re-upping was a sore spot with Jay. He wanted Mouse to get out. Didn't like him over there without him covering his back. But he knew it was Mouse's dream, so he would support him either way.

Jay turned in before the party was over. He needed the full dose of his meds and couldn't have his 'dad slinging him over his shoulder carrying him to his bed.' That got a laugh, so he said his goodnights and turned in, excited about going to work with his dad tomorrow, anything to keep his head busy. He set his alarm for his next dose to keep ahead of the pain…and the nightmares. Hoping a drug induced sleep would continue to take him where the nightmares couldn't go.

He rolled over and shut off the alarm. 1:37am. He took his meds, reset the alarm and stared into the darkness at Justin's bed. He couldn't see it there in the dark, but yet saw it clearly.

One final flying tackle and the bed found a new home. He remembered them staring at each other, frozen where they laid in a heap, the noise was so loud they were both sure that the bed would end up crashing through the floor. But it didn't, so they picked up where they left off.

Jay got Justin in a headlock as Justin taunted him, stretching out his arm, holding the Blackhawk tickets beyond Jay's reach.

They both knew Justin would cave, he always did, but first he had to annoy Jay just enough…Justin was good at walking that line and it always ended with them laughing their asses off, Justin in a headlock and Jay giving him a noogie. It's a wonder that Justin didn't have a bald spot.

When Justin finally tapped out, he turned over the tickets and swung his feet off the bed.

"Damn. Well, at least it's not gunna hurt as much when I fall out of bed drunk."

"Silver lining," they yelled at the same time and laughed their asses off again.

They left for the game an hour later, Justin felt every bit the fool he was, fighting over hockey tickets, one that just happened to be his. The Blackhawks won the game and Jay left the next day. The next morning was the last time he saw Justin...most people would say alive. But that was the last time he saw Justin period. He missed the funeral.

He was grateful that his last memories with his little brother were good ones but they did nothing to relieve the ache in his heart.

He turned on the flashlight of his phone and looked at the bed, Justin's final words to him that night…ever, bouncing around his heart, "At least I won't have to worry about the boogie man under my bed. You, on the other hand, are screwed JayKLMNOP!"

Justin was still passed out when he left early the next morning, so he grabbed a sharpie, drew a smiley face and wrote 'love ya' on his little brothers forehead, gave him a gentle noogie and went back to the desert.

The meds kicking in, he flicked off the flashlight, laid back and whispered into the darkness the lame comeback that drove Justin nuts, "Night, Justintimefordinner," and let the meds take him.

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2 months later

"Hey, there he is!"

"How'd it go?"

"I'm officially a civilian."

He receives fist bumps from Kevin and Adam and sat at his desk.

"You guys got anything for me?"

"Nope. Go ahead and study…"

"Getting paid to study…this is the easiest job I've ever had."

"Easier than when you were a barista?"

"Oh God, ya! People are brutal before they've had their caffeine."

It was at that moment Hank came up the steps and 'hmphs' a greeting at the three of them, making them all bust up laughing.

Voight looked at his two officers then at his son, "I miss something?"

"Nope."

"Nothin…"

"Get ya some coffee Dad?"

He eyeballed the three of them, all sporting obnoxious grins, then lets whatever is going on slide, "Sure…"

As soon as his dad shut the door to his office, they all busted up again.

He had been home for a little over two months and started 'officially' working in his dad's unit as a clerk the second week he was home.

When he wasn't at work, it was PT. Most of his time at work was spent studying for the academy in hopes that he would get into the next cycle. He had a month to go and would be able to pass the physical by then. His PT was coming along fine. He rarely wore the brace, mostly on the days he pushed too hard in PT.

On the outside, everything looked good, and everything was pretty good. It wasn't like he was hiding anything. In the light of day, he was better. He was distracted by his studies or hanging out with the guys…he even weighed in on the cases a few times.

At night was when he had a rough time. There was no holding off the nightmares now that he wasn't on pain meds. His dad had been a witness to, and helped him through quite a few, understanding for the most part, after the IED, it was a normal reaction, even though it broke his dad's heart.

As long as he kept going to his mandatory group sessions and his weekly visit with his shrink, as mandated by his particular medical discharge, his dad, Al and Trudy didn't seem overly concerned, granted they all watched him like a hawk, but he didn't begrudge them that. He understood their fears.

He didn't tell them that he didn't do much talking since everything was classified. And even though there was truth in that, there was plenty he could have talked about, he just couldn't do it. He listened in the group meetings, and talked about superficial things in his one on ones. A couple of times he did talk about his brothers, but only a couple of times. It was too painful and too much to think about with what happened. But even with all of this, being home, working with his dad and his unit, he feels like he's moving a little closer to peace.

The only thing that put a crack in the light of his days was Will. They hadn't really spoken since the barbecue. He knew it pissed everyone off, how Will was treating him, but he knew Will just needed time. He was perfectly willing to roll with it until Will was ready, even though it hurt. He was home for good now and he knew, hoped that they would eventually work it out. He had texted Will a few times asking if he wanted to get a beer at Molly's but he declined every time. On the positive side, at least he answered the texts.

Will was hurting and the more he thought about it, the more he thought Al was right, Will was probably madder at himself for how he had acted and fixing it was a pretty daunting step.

What made this abundantly clear to him was running into Will at Med a couple of days after the barbecue when he went to see his guy to get the last of his stitches removed. That whole trip to Med was filled with weirdness. Turned out his 'guy,' who he thought he had never met, had saved his life in Afghanistan when he got shot. Mouse had set up this little meeting for him since he knew Jay wouldn't go to the VA if it wasn't mandatory to process out. And Mouse knew, he would take the stitches out himself rather than go there. Which was true, he took out most of the stitches himself, but couldn't reach the ones on his back or side.

He had actually even met Ethan a couple of times at Molly's but didn't really know who he was, wasn't sure Ethan knew who he was…as a corpsman, he probably saw a lot of wounded.

Jay heard the breath Ethan sucked in when he took off his shirt, but the doctor didn't say anything, just got to work on the stitches.

"They look good…all of them… Should heal nicely. Whoever stitched you up did a good job. Give 'm a couple of years, scars shouldn't be too bad."

Jay just nodded his head and said nothing.

Ethan moved to the cut on Jay's side and had him put his hand behind his head, giving him full access to the five-inch cut down his ribs. He's able to get the first four stitches out before a strong hand grabbed his wrist. Ethan looked at Jay and could see that he wasn't in Chicago.

He stayed still and a moment later Jay blinked himself back to Chicago and found himself looking into the calm eyes of Ethan Choi. He realized the grip he had on the doctor's wrist and let go of it with a jerk.

"Sorry man, sorry."

"It's okay…no harm. Let me know when you're ready. Still have about 25 stitches to go."

He took a few breaths and gripped the side of the mattress, "Okay, I'm good…"

Ethan gave him a few more moments and when Jay put his hand behind his head again, made quick work of removing the rest of the stitches.

Jay had just got his shirt over his bruised and battered body, when Will poked his head through the door, looking for Ethan for a consult. Needless to say, both brothers were surprised to see the other.

Jay knew he looked like a deer in headlights at seeing his older brother, afraid Will had seen his injuries, but given Will's reaction knew he hadn't.

"Hey Will…"

"What are you doing here?"

"You guys know each other?"

They talk at the same time, discomfort rang clear in both their voices.

"Uh, ya…he's my brother…"

"He's my brother…he just got back from the war."

Jay ignored the tone of Will's voice and didn't say anything. He wasn't sure what the tone meant, but he didn't think it was a, 'happy my brother's home' tone, it was more of a 'shouldn't have been there in the first place' tone.

Taken aback by the absence of brotherly compassion in Will's response and his obvious disdain for Jay's service to the country, Ethan quickly pushed away the awkward silence that followed by speaking to Jay, "Okay, well, good to see you again, Jay."

Jay hopped off the table, his crutches steadying him, "Thanks Ethan, and thanks again for what you did...over there...I mean it, man. Thanks."

He looked at his brother, then at Ethan, "Catch ya at Molly's. Beers are on me."

The invitation is meant for Ethan, but he looked at Will again, hoping he got that it applied to him also.

"Sounds like a plan."

"Later Ethan…bye Will."

When Jay is out of the room, Will sighed, guilt singeing his heart that he let an opportunity to apologize slip away and instead seized the opportunity to be a world class prick.

"You know my brother?"

Ethan gave him a pointed look, "Ya, we served at the same time. I helped him when he got shot…protecting our country."

Will cringed and tried to banish his remorse for disrespecting Jay…and Ethan.

He just doesn't feel equipped to handle how much of a dick he is right now, it's overwhelming.

He's jarred out of his thoughts by Ethan's glacial, "You need something?"

"Uh ya. Can you take a look at the patient in 2?"

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Jay had a hard time working or studying when the unit was out on a bust…he felt himself itching for his sniper rifle so he could cover them. He was restless, but since today had been a particularly brutal PT session, he couldn't pace with the brace on his leg, so he went to hang out with Trudy.

After a couple of hours watching the master of snark do her thing, he headed back upstairs when he got a text from his dad that they were on their way back. He heard them in the roll-up, but after 15 minutes no one made their way upstairs, so he went to them.

He got to the bottom of the stairs and stopped in his tracks, "Holy shit."

He limped over to the table and almost picked up one of the guns, before Al stopped him, "Don't touch. You're not gloved up."

He felt his face pink up at his stupidity and just watched; that is until he got a better look at the guns, clips and the FLC's, communication devices and NVG's spread out at the other end of the table.

He hastily pulled on the black latex gloves and went down the table, picking up the equipment, the guns, getting angrier and angrier as he went, which did not go unnoticed by anyone.

"Kid…"

"Jay…what's up?"

He looked at his dad and godfather, then the rest of the team, "Where did you guys get this stuff? Who had it?"

"What's going on kid?"

He picked up a communication device, "This, this is military…" He picked up a gun. "These are military…"

"How do you know?"

He tilted his head at Adam. "I carried them for eight years and serial numbers…" He flipped the gun and pointed, they're specific to military supply." He picked up an NVG, then a couple of clips and his anger went up a notch, "This is all military…all of it."

He opened a bag that hadn't been opened yet and froze, then plucked something out and pretty much shook it at them, his eyes filled with rage as he looked at each of them.

"Who are they? Did you get 'em?"

"Some of them…working on the rest of the crew."

He huffed, "they're ripping off my guys…stuff that keeps my guys alive." Then he tossed the metal plate on the table, turned on his heel and limped out the door.

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His dad found him in the coffee shop down the street, one that he had never been in and more than likely wouldn't step foot in again. He felt like he had just walked onto a college campus.

Hank sat down at the table across from Jay and didn't speak. The kid was wearing the stoic mask that hid any emotions he was feeling. It worked on anyone but him.

"You okay?"

His son just looked at him and blew out a breath, then tilted his head down staring into his coffee. A few seconds later he shook his head.

"No…no…I'm not."

"What's going on in that head of yours?"

He sighed, "Thinking about Mouse…my unit…wondering if they're okay."

"Hmph." There's not a lot he could say, so he opted for acknowledging he heard what his son said.

Jay lifted his head and looked into his dad's eyes, his own stinging with tears, biting a lip to keep it from trembling. He felt weak for wanting to cry but he couldn't help it. These were his guys and he's not there to cover their six, cover Mouse.

His dad stood up and put his hand on Jay's shoulder, "Come on kid, we'll get these guys. I promise. We'll get 'em."

Four days later, they finally got a break, "We've got another player in the mix. No name yet." Kevin added a picture to the board.

Jay turned to the board at Kevin's declaration, squinting at the grainy picture.

Everyone turned to Jay when he sucked in a breath, went up to the board and plucked the picture off it.

He stared at the picture and mumbled, "What the hell?"

"Jay?"

He looked up at his dad, surprise and confusion written all over his face,"I know him."

"You know this guy?"

He sighed, bummed that Woody would be mixed up in this, "Ya, served with him. Name's Kyle Woodruff, Woody…didn't know he was out…thought he'd be a lifer."

"Kevin, check it."

"Got it boss."

Jay thought about the case and how slow it's been moving. He stared at the board, dead ends littering it. "I could talk to him. I know the guy, he'll talk to me."

Voight raised an eyebrow at him like he was nuts. "No. You're not a cop."

"But dad…"

"Jay, this is the farthest thing from a 'but dad' situation you could get."

He looked away frustrated, "Well, then make me a CI or something or test me out of the academy."

Voight stared at him with his arms crossed.

"We find out where he hangs out, I can go in and talk to him, couple of buddies running into each other…"

He glanced at his dad, then Al, then scanned the rest of the unit, looking for someone to back him up on this.

"It's just a couple of beers in a bar. Adam and Kev can already be hanging out when I get there."

Voight still didn't budge.

"Dad, Woody's a good guy…"

"Who's a criminal…stealing from 'your guys.'"

Jay really had no argument for that. It pissed him off, but he's absolutely positive Woody's just gotten mixed up with the wrong people…or at least he hoped that was the case. And if not, he's their in to bring these guys down.

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Trudy knocked on the door, "What ya need Hank?"

He leaned back in his chair, looked at Al then back at Trudy, "Carpenter still owe you a favor?"

"Ya why?"

He huffed, "See if he can test Jay out."

"WHAT?!"

She glared at Al and realized that whatever's going on he's signed off on it.

"Why…for what?"

"Might need him."

"Hank, Jay's not a cop, tested out or not. Plus his knee…"

"His knee won't be an issue and he's more of a cop than half the cops in the city."

"True but Hank…"

"Just check Trudy, not sure we'll do it, but we're getting nowhere here."

She couldn't help but give both of them a bit of a stink eye, "Okay, okay. I'll let you know what he says."

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They tracked down where Woody liked to hang out. After three tries, the accidental meet happened, but didn't exactly go as planned, Woody was on his way out. It was only a minute of conversation, but numbers were exchanged…it was a start.

The next morning on the way to the 21st, his dad fills him in on the game plan.

"We'll set you up with a UC apartment, have him meet you there to watch the game. Kevin and Adam'll get it wired up today."

"Okay, sounds good. Thanks Dad."

"This goes against my better judgment. We do this, you do EXACTLY as I say or any members of the team say. Are we clear on that?"

"Crystal Dad."

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Next chapter: Shit meet fan…