Every night since Jay's disappearance hunted him. His dreams would be turned into nightmares every time and he would end up watching classic western movies on TV or recollecting the leads to the case. Ten days. Ten days with worry written all over his face, ten days living in anger and fear that they would call him to announce that his detective was gone. The ringing of his mobile brought his worst fear of reality. Descending the stairs quickly and running to the living room where he left his phone before going to bed and stared at the screen. Unknown number.

"Voight." He called.

"It's me, Sarge, I need your help."

Hanging up he ran upstairs to the bedroom, he wore jeans and a black t-shirt and grabbed his keys.

The road was totally empty reasonable enough for the time being so Hank reached his destination in a matter of minutes by following the directions the person on the phone gave him. Getting out of the car, he ran into the apartment complex to number 320 on the third floor and knocked on the door as his arms were shaking from the stressful situation.

"Where is he?" He asked he walked into the apartment.

"Bedroom. I went out to buy some medical supplies and found him passed out on the floor. Profoundly, he thought he could leave the place."

"Did you call a doctor?"

"No…"

"What are you waiting for?"

"No one has to know that he is here otherwise the Simmons brothers will find him and will kill him. He had too close calls for some time don't you think he needs some rest?"

"Alright, I will make arrangements. Can I see him?"

The man nodded.

Marching down the hall, he was met with a closed brown door which he opened, facing the injured man on the bed staring at the ceiling. The blood of the wound was visible through the new gauze that was replaced earlier.

"Halstead?"

No reaction.

"Halstead?"

His eyes met Voight's as he sat up. His shaking hands couldn't support his weak body resulting of falling back down.

"Don't. I've contacted someone to check you out, you seem a little bit out of it."

Jay still didn't talk. He felt guilty for escaping the 21st and upsetting every single one of his friends all those days. Deep inside him, he wanted to die, he didn't deserve to be alive after what he did. He remembered the talk his Sarge gave him back at the scene when they shot him when a stupid action started all of this.

"I know you left alone in order to find the Simmons brothers… What I don't know is why? Why would you walk in your own death?"

Jay took a deep breath but still remained silent.

"You don't want to talk? That's fine by me… But you gotta take it all out in some point."

"I shot her," Jay exclaimed getting the older man's attention.

"Who?"

"Helen… I might have killed her but I had no choice."

Sighing he walked closer sitting at the end of the bed. "Why didn't you tell me? We could have gotten her arrested by now. Why do you keep putting yourself at risk, Jay?"

"To protect you, all of you. If her brothers find out that we still have contact they'll come after all of you… I am the one who started the whole thing and I am the person who's gonna put an end in this." He let all the words escape his mouth as he sat up and made an unsuccessful attempt to get up from the bed.

Hank knew. So the team knew. They had found out a couple days while searching the criminal record of the Simmons family. He was aware of the fact that Jay felt guilty about that death back in that night back of 2008 when he and his friend Ethan were driving home but didn't say a word. Standing up a little he placed his hand on his detective's forehead, feeling the warmth radiating out of it, the sweat all over his face and wondered how he could still be alive, after all this adventure. Suddenly, the door opened and a familiar figure made its appearance in the door.

"Dr. Lanik, welcome."

"Sergeant." He gave him a nod.

"Does Will know?"

"No… He… uhmm.. He's not in a good emotional state at the moment, he didn't even asked."

"Will…" Jay's voice was heard from the bed. "It's all my fault."

Both men glanced at him. It was really his fault. If he hadn't left the district, the situation would be much simpler and it wouldn't have ended by now.

"Do whatever you have to do Dr. Lanik. See you in a few." With that the older man exited the room.

Searching through his medical bag and pulling out his stethoscope, a bad of saline, two vain catheters, some new gauzes, a small bottle of antiseptic, some other IV bags and a thermometer, he approached the young man who now looked as white as the sheet covering him. "Hello Jay, I am going to check you out okay? Don't try to fight me on this." Using the stethoscope to check his lungs and heartbeat, the doctor sighed. He crossed an oxygen mask around Jay's face and continued his examination.

"How are you still alive?" He spitted out looking at the wound. "Voight." He yelled while opening the door in order to face the older man who stood right outside the bedroom. "We need to take to Med as soon as possible, no one survives this without proper treatment."

"No…" Jay's voice was echoed in their ears.

"There are people after him, I can't expose him to the outside world. Not yet."

"If you don't, you will expose his dead body out there. I can arrange it so we keep him there in full privacy."

Hank nodded. "Let's do that."

Everything happened in a limited time. The three men in the house, picked up their friend and carried him all the way to Lanik's car. Despite the groans and protests from Jay, he was driven at Med within ten minutes. Three people had been informed about the whole situation. Rhodes, Goodwin and Charles, the latter would be needed as soon as the young detective woke up. In no time, Jay was rushed into the ER, being treated and was moved to the ICU department in a private room as Kyle Saunders.

"How is he doc?" Voight asked meeting Connor outside, in the parking lot in case someone had spotted him in the building.

Taking a deep breath, he opened his mouth to speak, however he was interrupted by a furious Will Halstead who grabbed his collarbone, pushing him hard against the car door. "Where is he?" His voice came out broken, hurt but the screaming tone was still there.

"Will, relax." Voight attempted to pull him back but soon found himself backwards from a punch on his face.

"Where is he?"

"Who?"

"My brother. I know he's here."

"Will, wait." Hank pulled him back successfully this time. "Let's go for a ride."

The three of them inserted Rhodes' vehicle and sped away from the hospital.

During the first ten minutes, everyone was silent, nobody said anything till Halstead decided it was time for some answers.

"It's him, isn't he? Kyle Saunders? He is alive."

"He is." Connor replied while staring at the road.

"Why didn't you tell me? Is he alright?"

"His wound was infected but we hook him up on antibiotics and fluids, don't worry Will, he will be totally fine now that we brought him in. Also, Mouse did a good job taking care of him."

"Mouse? I don't…"

"Greg will explain everything to you. Now that Jay is safe, our aim is to arrest the Simmons family."

"How? You have no clue of them."

"I know exactly where they are. The unit is on its way to catch them."

Not only Voight told the truth, but the team

was also ready. Being separated, Adam and Hailey took the back of the remoted warehouse while Antonio, Kevin and Kim broke the front door. The three siblings didn't even have a chance to react, the two brothers were beaten up and handcuffed by Atwater and Ruzek while the girl was loaded in an ambulance with Kim going with her.

"Seals and Halen aren't here." Hailey observed while exiting the warehouse.

"Don't worry about them, Voight took care of it a couple of days ago," Antonio reassured her.

"Why didn't he say anything?"

"He wanted to have some fun by himself."

"It's over," Hailey exclaimed with a smile of pride on her face. "It's finally over."

"Come on let's go to Med. Jay needs his friends."

With that, the two people disappeared into the long road.

Slashing his eyes open this time, he was met with some familiar smiley faces and one red-haired figure staring intensively at him with his arms crossed. He knew he was screwed. Sitting up and a little and removing the oxygen mask from his face despite the efforts of his brother's to keep it on his face, he cracked a smile to all people standing in front of him.

"Well, well, the sleeping beauty finally woke up."

"Hey."

Waiting for an endless lecture from Will, he stopped talking starting at him. On the contrary, he received a huge unexpected hug. "Don't you dare to scare me like that ever again. Understood?"

He nodded glancing at the corner of the room gasping. "Mouse?"

"Hey, buddy."

"How?"

"Mouse saved your life kid," Hank said leaving him stranded.

"He did What about Helen and…"

"Everyone is in custody, nobody is going to hurt you again and be sure that no one will blame you for Ethan's death."

"How…?"

"You told me yourself in your delirium…"

He smiled again. A guilty one this time. "I am sorry guys. For everything. If I wasn't so selfish, we wouldn't be here right now."

"Speak for yourself, Halstead. We are going to Molly's." Antonio mocked making a few steps towards the door.

"He's not going anywhere, we decided to bring Molly's here instead," Adam announced revealing a package of beers.

"Sounds good."

"Yeah, you ain't drinking, sorry Jay." Hailey said smiling maybe excited since she found Jay on the pavement that night. She knew everything was gonna be normal. Well as normal as they could be.

The End.

Hey, amazing readers of this story! It's been long right? I am deeply sorry for my absence but due to the University exams, I had no time to write. Our story ends here, it could have been a little longer but I injured my hand and it might need surgery soo I write every day till I reach my limit. I want to thank you all for being here and I promise that more stories will come in time! 3

~The Fourth Bionic~