"Hey, I heard what happened with Nate." I walked towards our desks the next morning. Jay looked up, the bags underneath his eyes a deep shade of purple. I could tell it had been a long night of work figuring out what had gone wrong in the case.

"Yeah, I'm about to meet with Dexter. I'm going to try and convince him to keep doing business with Wes. Kevin is trying to do the same thing on his end with his men. He should be letting us know if we're on in a few minutes." His voice softened as I looked towards Voight's office. "How's everything going with you?"

"Eva and I are having a hard time communicating, but I finally made an appointment for her to see the school therapist."

"How did she take that news?"

"She definitely wasn't happy about it. I want to believe she's doing better because she's not calling me anymore while she's at school."

"But you're not so sure she is."

"I always think it's because she's adjusting, but there is a definite change in her."

"I know this is probably not what you want to hear but have you thought about asking Voight for some time off to figure this out with Eva?"

"I don't think I can ask him for any time off. Besides, it's not fair to the rest of the team." My eyes flickered over to Kim's as she walked back into the office with Adam right behind her.

"Of course you can," Adam stated, having heard the last of their conversation as he and Kim walked back into the office. It took a minute to realize he was talking to me. "You've reminded me more than once to take care of myself so I can better watch over the people in my life. Now I'm going to tell you the same thing. Jay's right, take the time off." Adam spread the file out on his desk. I hardly remembered him having it in hand, although his jacket could have been covering it. Maybe they were both right. I had gotten so used to the exhaustion of the job and what came with it, I hardly had time to deal with everything I needed to without taking time off. "At least think about it."

"That's Kevin." Jay held up his phone after it buzzed in his pocket. "His guys agreed to meet. Now I just need to convince Dexter we should still make this deal."

"Good luck," I told him quietly, my eyes barely flickering up to him as he retreated back down the hall, his footsteps heavy and worn from the toll the last few days were taking. After he left to talk to Dexter we did our best to catch up on paperwork, follow up on leads. Kevin returned back to the office a couple hours after Jay left, and we were all staring at the case board when Voight walked in with an expression we all knew as, what leads did we have on the case? While we all wanted to know where the case had gone with Al.

"Hey. Any update on Al?" Kim stood up, straightening the files she had been looking through for the past half hour. I turned to see Voight strolling up beside me, but his attention seemed to be on the information displayed at the front of the room.

"What do we have on this case? If somebody wants to talk about these M4's on the street, I'm happy to engage." The room fell silent, as we tried to get used to the fact we weren't getting much out of him when it came to Al.

"The whole operation just got a lot more complicated, Sarge." Kevin stepped forward, breaking the news in the case since he was one of the leads.

"What do you mean?"

"Wes just ordered Shabazz to kill his little brother Malik."

"Huh."

"Dexter says that's the only way he's going to do the deal." Kevin's expressive dark brown eyes fell upon the two pictures of Shabazz and Malik.

"All right, so where's Shabazz in all this? He thinking about carrying out the order?"

"Of course he's not going to carry out the order." Kevin seemed stunned but every question had to be asked just in case it became a possibility. "He doesn't want to kill his little brother. But Wes told him he had to do it. So if Shabazz doesn't kill Malik, then Wes kills Shabazz, simple as that."

"Doesn't sound simple to me," I said out loud, not to anyone in particular as I sat against the desk. From the sound of it, we had to try and figure out how to keep any more casualties from occurring in the meantime, which was always a possibility when you were dealing with people who were just looking for revenge.

"We can't let this man take out his own flesh and blood, not like that." Kevin pleaded to Voight who nodded back his own understanding of the situation.

"Why not?" Another look of shock carried upon everyone's faces, especially with what he was suggesting.

"Excuse me?"

"We're about to take some serious guns off the streets." Voight's tone turned solemn as he got his point across, not to just Kevin but to all of us. "Guns capable of hurting a lot of innocent civilians. The cost of doing that is losing one gang banger."

"Shabazz is a good dude, Sarge. Now listen, I know he's in the gang. But he's just a cat from the hood that got caught up doing the wrong thing. He's not a killer. Halstead's still under his cover. It's still good. We can get the guns that way."

"No, I want you staying under, okay?" Voight looked back over his shoulder at the board, as if he was weighing the decision he had just made on behalf of giving up a gang banger for getting guns off the street that could kill hundreds of more civilians if they stayed on the streets. "Until Shabazz actually moves on his brother, it's business as usual."

"Copy that." It was clear Kevin wasn't happy about it, but he accepted it for what it was. Somebody was going to die, but that was the price that would be paid for keeping other people from buying the guns and using them for their own gain.