About three days after their father had been laid to rest, Will and Jay sat in their father's living room amongst the boxes packed with the last of Pat's things. Jay held on to a photograph that he once had almost buried with his father but snuck back to the apartment instead. It was a photo of his mother and father from when Pat had pulled himself together for a few months after Jay had deployed. He missed her so much and what shocked him more was that maybe he missed his father a little too. The guilt of his finally words still hung over him, things that could never be taken back and an apology that he could never deliver. Will handed Jay another beer before taking his space on the couch in front of a pile of old mail and receipts that Pat had insisted on keeping.

"We got a long way to go," Will sighed, throwing a bill down before reclining his feet up.

"No kidding, who knew such a small apartment could have so much stuff."

"I think Dad could have been a hoarder in a past life, what man needs fifteen cases of dental floss?"

"A man that misplaces everything."

"God if that man's head wasn't attached," Will started. Jay laughed and returned his focus on the photo of his parents.

"What are you looking at," Will asked motioning toward the picture frame in Jay's hand. Reluctantly Jay handed it over and took a sip of beer.

"I remember this," Will smiled. "He was maybe a month clean and some how she had managed to talk him into going to cousin Amy's wedding."

"I remember getting a letter from mom about that wedding."

"She talked about it all the time, how much fun she had." They let out a collective sigh, the sting of it all still panged in their hearts, though they never got along with their father losing him wasn't easy. Jay thought that it must have been harder on Will, he had always tried a little harder to get some sort of acceptance out of him whereas Jay couldn't care less about what his father thought. Maybe he did a little, when he had found the pictures of his academy graduation and newspaper clippings of his cases he had broken down. He had for so long wanted his father to be proud that after a while he pushed the need back and continued on. Jay looked over a Will who was still looking over the papers thought to himself this was it… they were the only Halstead's left just him and Will. He had thought the same thing when his mother had died but now it was true, it was just the two of them against the world.

"Will, I never say it enough but… I love you man."

"Don't get all sentimental on me now," Will teased. He watched Jay let out a breathy laugh before he returned the words, "I love you too Jay." Through ups and downs they were brothers; nothing would change that. Will knew that Jay would always have his back they way he would always have Jay's. That was enough, knowing that his older brother would be the same protective brother he had been since Will had been born had always been enough. Jay had been more of a father figure than an older brother, sometimes it was annoying and sometimes it was comforting but Will glad that this was the family left with him.

"Will," Jay called a little loud, considering that he was sitting right next to Will.

"Hmmm," Will replied still looking at the photo.

"Will we gotta get out of here," This time Jay sounded panicked and it worried Will.

"What," Will looked over to Jay and this wasn't right. It looked like his father's apartment, but something wasn't right.

"Come on Will get up, please you have to get up." Will was so confused, what was happening and why was Jay suddenly so panicked. It was as if they were in a broken 90's television set that was stuck between two channels, the room kept changing. The walls of his father's apartment grew fuzzy, when they cleared up, they were a different color, the burnt orange walls of what looked like Jay's apartment.

"Jay what is going on?" He stood up and looked around the horror movie of an apartment. He looked around in fear at the blood splattered walls and all of a sudden Jay had disappeared. "Jay," he called out, but nobody replied. Instead he felt a sudden sharp pain to his head, a hard blow to the head that knocked him to the floor again. He was confused but then he heard the familiar voice of his brother and when Will looked over, he say Jay shove a man hard against the wall, another laid knocked out beside the couch. He felt Jay yank him up from the floor and instantly Will felt ill, his whole body screamed at him, especially his head that felt like it was splitting in two. He was being pulled by Jay who was doing everything in his power to keep him going. Down the stairs to the back door exit the rushed out into the bitter Chicago winter night. With only his long sleeve shirt and jeans to cover him he felt the negative temperature bite at his skin.

"Keep going, come on buddy stay with me," Jay's voice pleaded. This was the first time ever that Jay had sounded so desperate and worried and it scared Will. Jay yanked Will farther before cursing. "Dammit," He yelled. He slid them down an Alley and kept running, how Will wished that they would stop running but he knew that if Jay was this worried, they needed to keep going. He was out of breath and the world around him spun viciously around him. He could barely make out Jay's face and his voice sounded as if he were shouting from the end of a tunnel. "You gotta keep running, keep going Will," Jay demanded. He felt his brother push him forward and let go of his hand. That was it, that was the last thing he remembered, letting go of Jay's shaking hand and continuing on, running before he couldn't do it anymore. His head pounded and he knew that something wasn't right, something was off. He fell, he wasn't getting up that much he knew. He felt his clothes start to absorb the melting snow causing his body heat to drop; he was in trouble but even lifting so much as a finger felt like lifting a thousand-pound weight. His closed his eyes, feeling the snowflakes hit his face, starting to cover his body as the blizzard raged on. His last sense to go was his hearing and he tried till the very end to listen out for Jay. Hear his brother's voice break through the silence that rarely filled the streets of Chicago. It never came though, he gave up and finally let himself drift off cold, wet and bleeding out left to die alone, not knowing what happened to Jay.