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Jay was tired. Not tired - tired. He just felt off – for a week now. Like all of his energy has drained out of him.
"Jay" started Voight "You good?"
'Well… shit' thought the Detective 'Since when is Sergeant worried about me…'
"I'm fine" he replied "Just… tired, I guess"
"Tired my ass… When was the last time you were on vacation?" asked Hank "And not a sick leave after getting shot!" he added, when Halstead tried to answer. "I think you should take some time off, go somewhere…" Hank trailed off.
Jay thought he wanted to say something about them both getting some time away from each other. He agreed they needed it, so… "OK boss."
So here he is – in a pretty fine motel, just outside of Honolulu. Jay decided to go to Hawaii after his brother, Will told him how much good stuff he heard from doctor Rhodes about the place. He was here for a week already. He tried surfing, have been on some trails and even spent a night in the forest. But now… he was bored – so he called Voight.
"Hi Serge" he waved his hand slightly to the tiny camera, like he wasn't sure why exactly he was even calling.
"Hello Jay" Hank seemed genuinely happy to see him "How is it? Bored already?"
Jay laughed a bit 'that is actually nice – odd' he thought "Sort off. I really am not sure what to do alone on vacation. But it is AMAZING here…."
"Glad to hear that…" Voight hesitated "You know what… I think I kinda miss you" he laughed nervously "I mean… After Erin left and… you know. You are sort of my family now" he rolled his eyes "What I want to say is… I hope when you come back we will be able to work together as good as before."
Jay was stunned "Oh… Ok." *sigh* "I hope so too…"
And then he heard it… screams outside of his room. His head whipped to the door. "What is it?" Sergeant asked.
"Something's wrong… I call you back" Jay cut the call and went outside… the corridor was filling with smoke and people were running to the exits… he hesitated for a moment, took a breath and joined them. By the time he got out of the building his head swam from the smoke inhalation, but it seemed that firefighters already had fire under control.
"Chief" he heard one of the man say to his commander "we got a body in room 301"