A/N- So who knew that nightshift was going to be so busy. I've been working on this chapter for a little bit.

Fin and another officer named Higgins finished laying Field's body in the interrogation room. They used a tarp by some of the old paint supplies that were abandoned from touchups the maintenance department were working on. Of course they half assed the contracting job and ended up storing them in a closet. Out of sight out of mind. This building had gradually started to fall apart. When he first was transferred to the one-six he was warned about the condition of the building. The rumors about the asbestos and mold. It was about time for them to retire this concrete heap.

Fin and the officer log rolled Fields onto the tarp as gently as possible, dragging it to the interrogation room. It was better to move the body away from the others. It was a tactic maneuver in the army during a mass casualty situation. Separating the deceased and diseased from the rest of the unit. They had to quarantine the bodies in case it happened to be transferable. It was a risk to be the ones to move Fields. Everyone just blankly stared at the body. No one wanting to volunteer transfer it. No one wanted to be the next one to go off in a suicidal frenzy. As of this moment they had no idea what was causing this type of "infection". Frankly, Fin didn't know what to believe at this moment. The only false sense of protection was choosing to double up on gloves they had laying around.

The pair made their way into the interrogation room, both making sure not to look out the small window. Elliot had mumbled something about Rick seeing something out the interrogation window before he went suicidal. Fin wasn't sure if that was the direct cause but he wasn't going to take any chances. His shoes walked over a few pieces of glass scattered on the floor. The fragments weren't sharp enough to cut through his shoes. Instead they broke further apart.

As Fin looked down he saw the body of the FBI Psychiatrist it brought him back to when he had worked in Narcotics for almost eight years. In that time he had seen lots of corpses. Drug dealers sometimes became very creative in ways to make people suffer. They took pleasure in the torture they implemented. He had seen bodies burned, butchered and mangled to a point that it would make any normal person sick. Looking at Huang's body was a complete different emotion. It was the first time he wasn't sure of anything. It was brutal. His face was so distorted that it almost had no resemblance to the man he once was. Going through what had happened in that room when he was absent. The amount of force a person would have to use to get through the interrogation barrier glass. He examined over Rick's body. The amount of blood in the small interrogation was surprising. No hesitation in either person when they became "infected". Three dead bodies now in their makeshift morgue. Hopefully no more would join them.

His thoughts were interrupted by Olivia by the doorway, blood cleaned off her and in a change of clothes.

"Cap wants us in his office." Her demeanor was filled with uncertainty. He saw how she reacted earlier in that same room. It was clear she felt hesitant to enter. A sense of guilt that she was unable to respond faster. Fin understood that feeling, he had felt it before. It was a haunting emotion. Even if she hadn't frozen up, the outcome would have most likely has the same end result. It was a discussion that he wanted to have with her. It would have to wait.

"I'll be right there." Fin responded.

It was hard to try to strike a conversation with the elephant in the room, elephant being the number of bodies around. In a matter of days the bodies would start to decompose. Fin wrinkled his nose, imagining the foul odor that would be foreseen.

Fin doffed the pair of gloves off, tossing them into the waste bin outside the room. He held his hand under the hand sanitizer that was secured to the adjacent wall. Higgins followed suit, repeating the same steps as him. They entered Cragen's office. Olivia, Elliot and Chester all stood idly with a single lantern light on the desk. No one wanted to take a seat in the two chairs in the middle of the room. In some contorted way of thinking, sitting meant relaxation or comfort. Not one of them had felt at ease in the slightest. The room was filled with uneasiness.

It was best to go over the plan in separate. They didn't want to stir anymore panic. Organization was key right now. It would be the only chance at survival. If they didn't have a control on some sort of level, they would crash.

It was quiet. Nothing but the clock ticking in the back round was heard. Cragen then approached his office.

"How we looking so far?" He spoke while closing the door.

Everyone looked up at each other, seeing who would speak first.

"Blinds are closed in all the main rooms, were still trying to get a plan for windows that don't have blinds or curtains." Fin went over the basic main room. Figuring he would go first to end the awkward silence.

"Let's think long term. We still have paint cans leftover from the pizza box explosion. Let's paint over some of those windows. Just a simple thick layer. No need to be picky." The hell with the floors or furniture Cragen thought. The city can send him a bill. He didn't want a breeze to fly a curtain open suddenly.

"Next. What about food, water?" Cragen pointed to Olivia, knowing that she had just returned from the disaster locker.

"We have emergency rations good for about sixty days. In the basement."

"Benson brought up filling water in some of the empty storage containers." Elliot spoke up adding onto the topic of rations.

"Good. Get a team together. Empty containers, old water bottles, mugs, and bowls anything that can hold it." There was no telling if the water supply could go down just like the power. Whatever this was there was no telling on how long it would last. It was better to play on the safe side. If he had to bail out the toilet tanks he would.

"There's a few vending machines on each floor." Fin chimed in. They wouldn't be able to last too long with chips and candy bars but it was better than nothing at all.

"Empty them but store the food in the one of the offices and make sure it has a lock and a key." They need to make sure the food would last that long. In times of crisis people tend to get greedy and that means taking food and other essential items. They would have to form up a watch to monitor that room, to make sure it stayed secure.

"How many people do we have accounted for?" Cragen moved on to the subject to the amount of people now in their care.

"Seventeen in total. Six civilians and we have three in holding cells." Chester tallied up the numbers.

"Any of them dangerous?" They didn't need a fox in the hen house. With everything going on already it was easy to distract from the obvious threats in front of their own noses.

"One burglary with GTA, and the other is a Psych Crisis."

"And the last one." Assuming he was leaving the worst for last.

"Patrol picked him up a couple hours ago for malicious activity. He was stumbling around the city throwing things at pedestrians. Possible intoxication. We were waiting on EMS to pick him up. "

"We will have to keep an eye on all of them. I don't know how long we will be in this mess. There's a good chance that the power will be out for good."

"I can try to get the generator running." Elliot offered.

"How much fuel do we have?"

"Not much. Our last power outage from back in June used up quite a bit and the Uniform who was supposed to store it didn't do it properly so a decent amount evaporated. The most we can keep it going is for twelve to fourteen hours." Elliot explained.

"Damn. We will have to make due. We will only use the generator if we need to. So we have a plan. Let's get it in motion." With that last phrase they all left the office single file to get on with their tasks, still unknowing to the challenges ahead.

Meanwhile

The courthouse erupted with mixed emotions. The verdict had just been read ending in the defendant's favor. Outrage from multiple parties that sat in the plaintiff section were heard. The threats, yells and cries of the devastation while the defendant stood in celebration with his attorney.

It was an extremely lengthy trial. The jury had been deliberating for days. Each side had valid arguments to bring to the table. Witness after witness were brought to the stand to be cross-examined by both coalitions. The news had a particular interest in the case and were broadcasting it constantly.

Munch held his hand up to his forehead, crushed. The loss felt personal to him, just like the case itself. He was called onto the scene first and had followed it through the long months. So much time and energy was poured into the case as well as a piece of his soul. To only be defeated now had him overcome with grief. He sat distraught as the scum bag Carson Bailey shook hands with Trevor Langan. It felt tormenting, like adding salt in the wound. Munch sat next to the victim and their family. The were especially devastated in the outcome. Justice clearly was clouded at times. The trial seeming like more punishment for the victim, Skyler Preston the twenty-three year old who had been through enough.

Judge Petrovsky immediately struck the gavel onto its podium to command order. It provided some silence but could not ease the control of everyone. She repeated the motion and yelled. Soon the courtroom became silenced but not from Judge Petrovsky's demands but from a loud explosion from outside.

To be continued

A/N- Hope you all enjoyed this chapter. I can't wait to write about the courthouse and what the case is about. I got some cool twists and turns coming out. Another huge thank you to the readers who are sticking it out for this one. I am very fond of this story and want to see it through to the end.