AN: As I love ensemble episodes of the show, you know, where all of them are allowed to shine in their own way, I wanted to give you something like that. When I look at the team I see a family, full of disagreements, dysfunctionality but also a deep loyalty, respect and love for each other. While their complex relationships and comradery might have changed over the years, they are still a family.

I am not sure where to place this in the timeline, late season 9-ish probably. Also, just so that I don't disappoint those who loves Fire. I have not seen the last few seasons so there might be some inconsistencies.

One more thing…I am not a native English speaker so apologies in advance for weird phrases and grammatical errors here and there. Now, enough said and on to the story.

Chicago PD

Full Circle

The definition of - To come full circle – is to, after a series of events, go back to how it was from the beginning or to do a complete reversal of how it was.

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Chapter One

Missing

It was dawn when the team finally got back to the office. Everyone was tired and worn after having been kept on their toes for several weeks. However, every stakeout, every hour of surveillance, every graveyard-shift-hour spent on the case at hand had finally paid off.

Voight went straight up to the board and grabbed the photo of a man with a creepy smile. His fingers closed around the paper, crushing it into a ball and threw it into the bin with satisfaction.

"That's exactly how I felt about him too, sarge," Atwater piped up as he walked up close to him, towering over his boss.

Adam walked into the bullpen and sat down on his chair with a heavy thud, leaned forward over his desk, placed his elbow on the tabletop and let his chin come to rest in his palms. "I can't believe it's finally over."

"He's a smooth talker," Jay cautioned. "I bet the SOB's going to talk his way out of the courtroom."

"No, not with those charges, he won't," Hailey assured him.

"Sweet Jesus," Atwater mumbled. "Those sects, they scare the crap out of me. I'd take a semi-automatic or a bunch of gundogs or whatever, any day instead of dealing with those."

"It's sad really," Kim said, her voice subdued. "All those kids who get caught up in it. People who just wants somewhere to belong. They are being brainwashed and separated from their real loved ones. For what? To do someone else's dirty work?"

"That's fanatism for you, sister," Ruzek mumbled wearily.

"That is just so twisted," Kim replied sourly.

"I'm tired," Jay whined. "All I want is to go to Molly's and drink it all away."

"What? I thought you wanted to go home with me?" Hailey teased.

Jay glared at her, the tip of his ears getting rosy, at her suggestion.

Kevin laughed and patted Jay on his back. "Someone has a dirty mind," he quipped.

"Only adults here," Ruzek offered with a smirk.

"I hate to spoil the fun," Voight rasped, looking stern but there was a suspicious upward curl on his lips. "I just wanted to thank you all. Thank you for not giving up. I know how many hours you've spent on this case."

"The Dark Demon Cult had it coming," Atwater replied. "No one should get away with murder of an entire family in cold blood because they wanted to spring their son from the clutches of the cult."

"I wonder how many souls they've brought to their group never to let out again?" Kim said.

"I really don't want to know. It's only depressing," Adam replied. "The only thing I care about is that we disbanded it and put their sick and twisted leader in prison. I hope they throw away the key."

"Who was going to Molly's?" Jay asked.

"Wait a minute," Kevin said and nodded at Voight. "Sarge. Have we heard anything more about the latest bombing?"

"That's just crazy," Adam remarked and shook his head. "Who in their right mind bombs an old folks' home?"

"Several groups have claimed it was their doing, all of them arguing for their cause," Voight informed and then shrugged. "It's Robbery and Homicide's case. They got that when Miller threw this family assassination thing in our lap instead."

Hailey made a face. "Lieutenant Jones was pretty ticked off about that," she said with a smirk. "Said they'd done all the work for us."

"That's just bullshit and he knows it," Adam muttered. "Who can blame Deputy Superintendent Miller for wanting her topnotch people on such a high profiled case?"

Kim rolled her eyes. "Come on hotshot, Mack is waiting for us back home."

"Get out of here, all of you," Voight commanded. "The paperwork is going to be here for you when you come back tomorrow. You know the drill, the case needs to be filed and archived, closed and ready for trial. Now, I won't be here tomorrow though. My presence is requested at the Ivory Tower."

"Are you going to play pool with the brass, sarge?" Ruzek teased lightly.

Voight sent him an icy glare. "I'm going to be stuck in budget meetings, forced to sit in on statistical information gatherings concerning the district and participate in a panel where we are going to discuss how the units can be more approachable and visible on the streets."

"Why don't you come with us to Molly's? Kevin offered. "Because it really sounds like you need a drink."

Voight's gruff features was momentarily replaced by amusement. "Just don't tear this place down when I am gone."

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Adam Ruzek was early for work, or he was late, depending on the way you looked at it. He stifled a yawn as he slowly made his way into the building that housed the 21th Precinct and the Intelligence Unit.

Trudy Platt frowned as she glanced up from her desk. "You really need to stop working such strange hours," she muttered.

He smirked fondly at the sour tone of her voice. "You know how it is," he said, trying to come up with a lame excuse for his presence. "It's not just work for me."

"Have you offended Kim and got thrown out?" Platt asked sarcastically.

The desk sergeant huffed, she was obviously in a bad mood tonight and he grew curious as to why she was standing behind her desk at 3 AM. The corners of his lips quirked upwards in slight amusement as he crossed his arms over his chest, tilting his head upwards a bit. "Tell me. Why are you here in the middle of the night? Have you lost a bet or something?"

She let go of her report, removed her reading glasses and turned to stare at him. "Randy is at Molly's, they are planning a surprise party for Boden, he obviously forgot to come home. I had some things I needed to catch up on so I went here," she reasoned matter of factly.

When he was younger, he would have settled for that answer but they had known each other for so long that it was impossible not to see that something was off. He shook his head. "No, there is something else. You are worried about something."

"Didn't know you were my therapist," she muttered.

He seemed unfazed by whatever she threw at him tonight so she resigned and sighed as she gave a slight nod. "You should be too," she replied in a subdued voice.

Adam felt the hairs at the back of his neck rise at the sincere and serious tone of her voice. Not many things faced Trudy Platt. He ransacked his memory, thinking back on recent threats and cases. The main case they had been digging into recently was disturbing at best and downright scary sometimes. There was fanatism involved and Adam feared people with strong beliefs that rectified their mistakes by blaming it onto others. His mind went to Makayla and Kim but he'd seen them only hours ago so he was fairly certain they were alright.

He'd spoken briefly to Jay before he went home so he wasn't overly concerned about him or Hailey. However, lately it had felt like maybe he didn't know them as well as he thought he did anymore. It had been weird when they'd just appeared one day like husband and wife. But then again, he knew this job did things to you, messed with your mind, changed you in ways you'd never be able to predict. He trusted Jay and Hailey, that was not an issue, he was just a little surprised and hurt by the fact that they hadn't shared their commitment with the rest of them.

The corners of his mouth once again went from downwards to upwards as he thought about Kevin. The man was a ray of sunshine despite everything that had happened to him. He was optimistic and caring, wanting to make a difference for his brothers and sisters out there. He was a bit crazy, buying a large real estate with some twisted vision of saving a neighborhood, hoping to be able to transform it into something better on his own. The man had the deepest set of brown eyes yet he could be very blue-eyed and stubborn when he set his mind to something. Adam knew Kev was hoping to meet Celeste, he just hoped it wouldn't get him into trouble.

Adam had been so deep into thought that he hadn't heard Platt walking around the desk and come to stand next to him. She placed a hand on his shoulder and nodded toward the empty office across her ordinary station. He jumped a little and then gave her a small nod.

Trudy waited until he'd gotten into the room and closed the door behind them.

"I got a call from Deputy Superintendent Miller yesterday around noon. She said she needed to speak to Voight."

Adam frowned. "Voight? Why would she call you when he was supposed to have been at the ivory tower the whole day-," he froze as it hit him. He hadn't even been concerned; hadn't even considered something could happen to his boss. The man always managed to get out of the most impossible situations. He felt his jaw drop as he stared at the desk sergeant before him. "Has something happened to Voight?"

She studied him calmly for a moment, he was becoming more and more unsettled and worked up for every minute that passed.

"Trudy,-" he rarely used his superior officer's first name but right now he was too riled up to care. "Are you saying you knew something's happened to Voight and you didn't tell the rest of us!? You just let us all go home?"

She closed her eyes briefly, trying to stay focused and not bite his head off for losing his calm. He had always been impatient and headstrong. She also knew he looked up to Voight, feeling that he owed him his career; maybe in truth he did. Hank did get the charges dropped against Adam a few years back when he covered for Antonio.

"Adam," she said sternly. "You and I both know that just because Hank drops off the grid, he's not prone to be missing. He likes to do things his way, on his own, when he thinks it's necessary. Something probably came up."

He smirked bitterly. "You don't even believe that yourself," he replied. "Voight would never intentionally miss a meeting with Deputy Superintendent Miller. Last time he went AWOL like that someone kidnapped him."

Platt swallowed; she knew he was right. She just didn't want to accept it. Besides, he was an adult, she had to wait twenty-four hours before she was allowed to put resources on his case.

Adam raked a hand through his hair in frustration and worry. "Have you called the hospitals? The morgue?"

Trudy cringed. "Hank is not at the morgue," she replied coldly.

He nodded and punched a familiar number on his phone. "Kim," he spoke up seriously. "Can you reach your nanny?"

"Adam?" she said wearily, the phone waking her from deep untroubled sleep. She threw out an arm across the king-sized bed only to find that the other side was empty. "What's going on? Where are you? Has something happened?"

"I am at the precinct. Something's happened to sarge."

Burgess sat straight up in bed, suddenly wide awake. "I am going to make some calls, meet you there as soon as I can."

"Thanks," he said as they hang up. He glanced at Platt and dialed another number. "Kev, it's me."

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Jay and Hailey walked up the stairs, their movements brisk. Adam was scribbling down notes on the board as Kevin brewed coffee in the pause room. Kim slipped through the backdoor from the garage just as Platt joined them, coming up the main staircase.

"Okay," Trudy said seriously. "There isn't much to go on but Deputy Superintendent Miller called the desk around noon yesterday. She wanted to speak to Hank. I figured something came up and he needed to take care of some business. Didn't give it much thought at the time. You all know Voight."

They nodded.

"When I called her later, he still hadn't turned up. Now, missing one meeting is one thing but missing several without disclosing his whereabouts is not something Voight would do. I started to do a little digging, asked around for a few favors. The techs managed to ping his phone on several occasions. His last known position is Chinatown, somewhere around midnight."

Jay glanced at his watch. "That's roughly four hours ago," he stated.

Platt shook her head. "You should add another twenty-four-hour to that."

"Shit," Kevin said.

"What about his car?" Hailey asked.

"Uptown, Lincoln Park. It sits a block away from where the Don Levy family got murdered," she informed. "I had a personal favor to ask from the guy in charge of the crime-lab. They're dusting off fingerprints from it as soon as the sun comes up and then they're going to move it here to continue securing evidence."

"What about hospitals and clinics?" Kim asked darkly.

"I've called around to a few, discreetly," Trudy replied. "Had no luck."

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To be continued