A/N: Thanks so much for all the positive feedback! If you follow the whole One Chicago Universe, I'm also working on a Chicago Fire story called "Smoldering" If you want to check it out!

Kim lay in her hospital bed, thinking of all the things she had done wrong. How had she let things get this far? When she had first found out she was pregnant, she'd just kept pushing it off and avoiding the topic. If it weren't for Adam's commitment to stand by her, she probably wouldn't have canceled that appointment many months ago. When they were engaged he'd always struggled with commitment, but now things were different. He had driven her to appointments, made sure she was taking her vitamins, researched morning sickness cures and helped her read about baby supplies. He was even suggesting they move in together so he could help with the baby. But now... everything could be over. Would he hate her for not protecting their baby as much as she hated herself?

Adam fed his money into the vending machine in the hospital hallway for a soda. He should've convinced Kim a long time ago to quit working in the field. She should be behind a desk, answering the phones and researching leads for them. Why had he not pushed it more? He never imagined something like this would happen.

"Adam?"

He turned, seeing Voight and Kevin walking towards him.

"How's Kim?" Kevin asked anxiously.

Adam shrugged. "Not sure yet."

"What are they saying is wrong? Hailey said they had to do blood tests?" Voight questioned.

Adam sighed. He knew there was no running now. "Because of the blast there's a risk of a fetal-maternal hemmorage," he began, noting the confusion on Voight's face. "Um, it means blood cells were transferred between Kim and... the baby and it could be fatal for the baby... I should've told you Sarge, she didn't want to, I'm such an idiot, what have I done -" Adam started to get choked up, Kevin placed a strong hand on his shoulder.

Hank did well at hiding his shock. He slowly closed his eyes and sighed. He'd suspected they were back together, but he hadn't suspected this. "Yeah, that was stupid," he began, "but the important thing now is supporting Kim, whatever the outcome of these tests."

At that point, Voight's phone buzzed and the glanced at the screen. "I've got to take this. Go be with her, that's an order." He told Adam, disappearing down the hallway with the phone at his ear.

Adam took a deep breath, Kevin patted him on the back, and Ruzek returned to Kim's room.

Meanwhile, Hailey and Jay were again interviewing Teddy Stewart. "Your secretary gave us a list of everyone who had access to your social calendar in the past year, is there anyone on this list who stands out?"

Stewart glanced down the list, shaking his head. "All of my employees have been loyal, great people. We do extensive background checks."

"Anyone with criminal relatives? A hate for CPD? Anyone recently let go?"

"Wait." Stewart pointed at a name on the list. "Johnny Turner. He was a summer intern. He was let go because of his involvement in a white supremacy rally. He attended, there were rumors of him being a big part, but we fired him because we don't tolerate hate of any kind. He didn't take it very well."

"Did he ever mention anything against the Chicago Police Department?"

"No, i would've said he supported higher police presence in Chicago."

"We'll check it out." Jay thanked Stewart and they went to report to Voight.

Voight told Jay and Hailey to bring the intern in for questioning. Hailey climbed the stairs of the apartment building, still trying to rack her brain on why a white supremacist college kid would try to blow up the Chicago PD.

They knocked on 4B, announcing themselves as police, and a distinct rustling and quick footsteps was heard behind the door. Jay and Hailey drew their guns and Jay kicked open the door. It was eerily quiet in the apartment as they moved room to room. Suddenly, a young guy flew at Hailey, cracking her on the head with a frying pan, and she crumbled. Jay dove, taking out the offender's legs while he was off balance, and pinned him to the ground.

"Hail?! Can you hear me?"

She was still.

Jay grew more frantic. "Hailey? Hail? C'mon, Hailey." He keyed in his radio, calling for back up and emergency services.

A groan came from Hailey's body on the floor. She slowly stirred, pulling her body up to a sitting position with great effort, she placed her hand on her aching skull.

"Son of a bitch, that hurts," she moaned, wincing in pain.

Jay dug his knee a little harder into the offenders back, putting the hand cuffs on extra tight.

"You okay?" Jay asked her.

"Mhmm." She mumbled, but he wasn't convinced.

"Are you Johnny Turner?" He asked the kid under his knee.

"I want a lawyer."

Jay rolled his eyes. "You need a lawyer to tell you your own damn name?"

The young man spat at Jay's face, and Jay smirked. "Yeah man, you're definitely going to jail."

When patrol arrived he had them take the offender to Voight, who was going to have a 'talk' with Johnny Turner in the box. Jay hovered around as paramedics checked out Hailey, insisting she go to the hospital.

"I'm fine, really." She said, pushing them away. "I don't need to waste an ambulance."

"I'll take you then, no arguments." Jay demanded, and helped her to his truck so they could go back to the hospital.

"Man, I have been in this place too much today," Hailey told him as they walked in the door. She leaned on him for support. Her legs felt rubbery and her vision was swimming. Will was leaving his shift, but stopped when he saw Jay and agreed to look at Hailey before he left.

A while later, Will returned with Hailey's results. "Looks like a concussion. I'm going to recommend you rest, and maybe get someone to stay with you tonight. You don't want to fall asleep until it's been at least 12 hours," he told her.

She nodded. "You got it, Doc."

Will pulled Jay aside as they left. "She can take Tylenol or Advil for headaches, don't let her take anything that'll make her drowsy. Make she she doesn't over exert herself."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"C'mon, Jay. Of course you're going to stay with her."

"What makes you think that?" Jay responded, defensively.

"She's your partner. Plus, you owe her for taking care of you."

Fair enough. Jay realized Will was thinking strictly platonic thoughts about Jay and Hailey, so he didn't dive deeper into the subject. He just texted Voight an update and drove Hailey back to her place.

She sighed as she flipped on the lights. "Am I allowed to drink with a concussion?" She asked.

Jay shook his head. "Sorry, no. Doctor's orders." He grabbed himself a beer and sat down on the couch.

She groaned, rubbing her temples. "Well," she said with a mischievous glance toward him, "maybe there's something else that can take my mind off this shitty day?"

Jay shrugged. "Sorry, Doc said you can't over exert yourself, so no funny business," but a sly smile stretched across his face.

He watched as she stood in front of him, running her hands behind her back she manuevered them under her shirt for a few seconds, then pulled off a grey bra, tossing it to a speechless Jay. Hailey closed the distance between them, running her hands down his chest she gently climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. Her lips caressed his neck and she nibbled at his ear, pausing to whisper to him the indecent things she wanted to do. She felt him tense under her touch and his breath quickened, she could feel his excitement. He gently laid her down on the couch, pulling up the hem of her shirt to kiss above her waistband. He unbuttoned her pants, pulling them down her legs, kissing each new exposed spot as he went. She pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it across the room. As he slid his hands up under her shirt, he jumped at the sound of a loud knock on the door.

"Who is it?" Hailey said loudly.

"Atwater and Rojas." A male voice said.