A/N: As stressed out as I was watching this episode, it was a great overall. But there is so much I wish could have happened! In the time frame of an hour it's impossible to get everything packed in, so that's okay because I can just write out all my ideas.

Part 1: When Hank talked to Will

"Didn't take you for a smoker." Hank Voight's voice startles Will Halstead and for a split second he considers tossing the cigarette over the railing of the parking garage steps he's sitting on, like a high school kid getting caught.

"Oh, um I'm not, or well I haven't been in years actually. College, you know everyone did. I kinda bummed this one off a security guard. I just needed something to kinda take a breather with." Will's words tumble out in a rush and trail off towards the end.

"Hmm." Voight grunts in response before casually leaning against the opposite side of the stair rails to study Will. "How's your brother?"

Will awkwardly takes another drag feeling Voight's eyes on him. "He's... okay... just okay right now."

"What's going on, Will? Trudy made it all sound good." Voight questions feeling the concern of Will's tone.

Will shakes his head, trying to focus. "Oh yeah, no structural damage to the arm or shoulder. Artery is patched up and holding good. He's going to heal just fine and be ready for work in no time."

"But?" Voight asks after a few moments.

There's more, so much more looming over them.

Voight can sense in the way Will is talking, hiding in a parking garage. Can see in the way Will keeps nervously tapping his foot, taking quick drags from the cigarette.

"He... he had a full blown meltdown when he first woke up. He was in recovery and I just stepped out with Marcel for just a second to discuss how the surgery went. And he comes to and just goes into a meltdown. Like sobbing tears, begging me to take him home, trying to pick at the IV, pushing away anybody who tried to touch him, messing with the bandages. It wasn't pretty." Will takes another drag and leans his head against the stair rails. "I got worried we were going to have to restrain him or force sedation and I knew he was going to hate me if I let them do that to him."

"You get him calmed down?"

"Yeah, it took forever though. I just held him. I just grabbed him and held him. That's all I could do, he finally just cried himself out. He's a lot calmer now, I got Dr. Marcel to up his dose of pain meds and give him just something light for his nerves... It was not good though. At all." Will inhales sharply.

Voight takes it all in and shakes his head. "Jay caught hell on this one. Got beat around and then got shot, all because he was trying to help someone. Wakes up in a hospital bed after a couple hours in surgery. Probably could cause anyone to freak out a little."

Will stays quiet for a few seconds and looks at the ground before finally looking back up to Voight. "I don't know if I should tell you this, because you're right, he's just freaking out. But... he said something and I know he doesn't mean it. But he said it and in that moment, him crying and shaking and just talking nonsense, I was scared he did."

"What did he say, Will?" Voight finally asks as Will takes a long drag of the cigarette and holds it for a second before blowing back out.

"That he deserved to die. That we should have just let him die for all the bad things he's done. That people have died because of him and he deserved to die for it."

Marcus West, Angela's husband. Voight feels like he's been punched in the gut. He closes his eyes for a second and imagines the scene Will has described. Jay in pain and groggy, scared and all mixed up as Will tried to hold his brother together.

Voight wants to haul her to trial right then and there. Prove to Halstead a mistake, an honest mistake didn't mean he should pay with his life.

"Once he calmed down a little though, he asked me a lot about the lady that was brought in around the same time. I haven't caught her name or really what happened, I've just been so focused on him. He asked me what was going on with her and I honestly didn't know. I told her she was alive and under guard and that's all I knew. Jay seemed really worried about her, said he knew her son, and the dad was gone or something. You know, maybe you could give him some details, kinda let him know if everything was good, might help him out some." Will's words come out in a flush as Voight stares blankly at him. He's trying to change the subject, shift back to focusing on how to help his brother. But for Voight it feels like another punch.

Damn Halstead. He literally could be dead, thinks he should be dead, but damn if he wants to make sure everybody got to go live happily ever after. Voight shakes his head, he doesn't even know where to begin to untangle all of this. He stands finally looking back down as Will finishes his cigarette and crushes it out under the toe of his shoe.

"Why don't we go in, Will? It's cold out here. I wanna go see your brother, make sure he's okay, and get some things figured out."

TBC!

Thank you for reading! I have a few more ideas from this episode in the works and hopefully will get them posted in the next couple of weeks!