"Just a minute," Hailey said, frantically pushing Jay off of her. He lept back, searching wildly for his shirt.
Hailey pulled on her pants, stuffing her bra in a kitchen drawer. She was small enough she could go without it and it wouldn't be noticeable.
Jay was still searching for his shirt, Hailey had thrown it, and he was unsure where. She waved him into her bedroom and went to open the door.
She pulled it open, to Kevin and Vanessa's smiling but concerned faces. "Hey, we just wanted to check on you. Rough day, huh?" Rojas said warmly.
"Yeah, comes with the job I guess. You guys really didn't have to come check on me, I'm fine."
"No way," Kevin said, pushing in the door and letting himself in, "We heard you can't go to sleep for a while, so we're here to keep you company." He flopped his large frame on the couch. "Besides, can we all discuss this whole Kim and Adam are having a BABY thing?"
Concern washed over Hailey's face. "Have you heard any news from them?"
Vanessa shook her head, sadly. "No, last we heard they heard the baby's heartbeat, but they're still trying to determine nuerological damage."
Hailey sighed, "I really hope they're okay," and her teammates nodded.
She heard the distinct sound of a toilet flush down the hall, and Jay emerged from the bathroom. He was wearing one of Hailey's largest Blackhawks t-shirts, but it still was a little small. When he saw Kevin and Vanessa he said, "Hey guys, did you come to keep Hailey awake, too?"
"Hey man, yeah."
Vanessa smiled wide. "Looks like a party! What do you have to drink?"
Hailey waved to the fridge. "Help yourself."
"What do you have to eat, more importantly." Kevin asked.
Hailey frowned. "Can't say there's too much."
"How about we order a pizza or something?" Jay suggested.
"Yes!" Vanessa exclaimed. "There's Bruno's two blocks east, you guys should go grab a pizza, I'll call ahead. Get some snacks too."
Vanessa put in an order, and Jay and Kevin grabbed their coats and left the apartment.
When they were gone, Vanessa turned to Hailey. "Anything you want to tell me?" She said suggestively.
"What?"
Vanessa walked over to a basket of magazines next to the couch, reaching in and pulling out Jay's shirt. "Do you normally keep your laundry with the magazines?"
Hailey laughed nervously. "Oh oops, must've fallen out of the hamper," she said weakly.
Vanessa's face broke out into a devilish grin. "Funny, your laundry looks like a men's large shirt identical to the one Jay Halstead wore to work today."
Hailey tried to keep her face as un-telling as possible. "Oh, yeah, he spilled something on it."
Vanessa shook head. "Sure." She said sarcastically, making a show of looking for a stain on the shirt. "C'mon, Hail. I'm not clueless. We used to live together, remember?" She sat down on the couch next to Hailey. "I get it if you want to keep your relationship quiet, but don't let it get so far that you end up in trouble."
They were both silent, thinking about Adam and Kim. Hailey sighed, and said to Vanessa, "I just don't want it to be everyone's business. You know it will be. If we're together, that puts a question mark on our motives for every operation. People are going to question our loyalties and our abilities to do our jobs fairly. It just sucks. We're already under so much scrutiny in Intelligence."
Vanessa was nodding. "Oh, I get it. You have to ask yourself how much you're willing to risk."
The door handle turned and the men entered, pizza and snacks in hand. They all say down to eat and talk, but Hailey was unusually quiet. Jay chalked it up to a headache, and gave her space while he socialized with Vanessa and Kevin.
At the hospital, Adam was pacing in Kim's room. Dr. Manning had said the results of the tests would be back soon. That was two hours ago. Finally, the door opened and Natalie entered. "Hey guys, sorry. We are swamped with the bombing victims."
Kim nodded solemnly. "We understand," she said, as Adam took her hand.
Natalie smiled at them. "You guys can relax. The tests results came back higher than normal, but not at a dangerous level. So we can be cautiously optimistic."
Adam and Kim both breathed a sigh of relief.
"That's not it." Natalie sat on the edge of the bed. "Kim, I know how much your job means to you, but you can't be putting yourself at risk anymore. This could've been much worse. For you and your baby. I'm recommending desk duty for the rest of your pregnancy."
Kim nodded. "I know. I knew this day would come. But I've got to put my family first right now," she said, glancing at Adam. Hopefully her job would still be there.
Meanwhile, in a warehouse in an undisclosed location, a bloodied Johnny Turner sat before Hank Voight, duct taped to a chair.
"Thats the story you're going with?! I ask why you want to harm the CPD and you say, 'I just felt like it,' that's it?!"
Turner spat at Voight. In return, Hank smacked him across the face again.
"Alright, if you're not gonna give it up, maybe your family knows something. Your mom. Your sister, Megan. Your kid brother, Spencer. Life could get real hard for them..."
"What? They're innocent, you wouldn't dare." Turner spat.
The 18 cops you injured, they were innocent!" Voight shouted at him.
"You think the CPD is INNOCENT?! How about when my dad caught a stray bullet from a gunfight and die in my arms!"
There it was. Voight knew a bit of the story, but waited for Turner to continue. "The CPD says they serve and protect Chicago. They did nothing to protect my family. NOTHING. They deserved what I gave them." he spat at Voight.
Hank sighed. "Johnny, I read the file. Your dad was allowing the West Side Hustlers to use his grocery store as a front for selling guns."
"Because they forced him too!"
"He should've come to us for help! I'm sorry about what happened to your dad, but those cops did not deserve this. They didn't start that gun fight. One of those gangsters could've shot your dad, I don't see you bombing the Hustlers. This is how it going down. Your gonna do time. All the evidence points to you. You confess now, well make sure your family stays out of it and above water."
The boy was silent. Tears started to pour out of his eyes as he sobbed, nodding his head in agreement. Voight cut his restraints and helped him back to his car. They headed to the station for an official statement. Turner would go to jail for a long time for 18 counts of attempted murder, but as Hank looked at the distraught young man in his rearview mirror, it wasn't as gratifying as he expected.
Back at Hailey's apartment, the gang had finally resorted to Monopoly to pass the time.
"Monopoly at 2am is way harder," Jay groaned as he paid Hailey another $625 for her hotel.
She laughed, "you're just not a savy business man."
Vanessa had passed out on the couch a while ago, and Kevin was yawning. Hailey nudged him. "Hey, take the spare bedroom. You need to sleep."
He nodded. "I might just have to do that." And he picked up his large frame and disappeared down the hallway.
Jay smiled, taking Hailey's hand. "Alone at last."
She raise her eyebrows, motioning to a sleeping Vanessa.
"Well maybe we should go somewhere more private?" He suggested. "Continue our earlier... Discussion?"
She smiled, biting a her bottom lip, making his heart skip a beat. Damn, did he love this woman, Jay thought as he followed her to her room.
"Hey, set an alarm so I can go back out to the couch before everyone wakes up," Jay told her, and Hailey did so on her bedside clock. She helped him remove his shirt, saying, "I believe this is mine."
He laughed, kissing her sweetly. He lifted her shirt off effortlessly, elated to discover she still had nothing underneath. They quickly shed the rest of their clothes, snuggling under the covers, he kissed her again. Placing his forehead against hers and staring into her eyes he said hoarsely, "I love you, beautiful." She smiled, pulling him as close to her as possible, and she showed him just how much she returned the sentiment.
"Um, guys? We have to be a work in 20, and I'm pretty sure this excuse is not gonna fly with Voight."
Hailey's eyes flew open. Vanessa and Kevin were standing over her bed, both smirking. She glanced beside her, where a sleeping Jay Halstead still lay. A sleeping, NAKED Jay Halstead.
Hailey sat up, eyes wide, clutching the covers to her chest.
"Um, I can explain." She insisted.