"Burgess." Kevin spun around quickly, the sound of two gunshots ringing in his ears. "Burgess."

He saw the whites of her eyes just before the two bodies hit the floor. The thudding sound broke him out of his inertia and he propelled himself forward. "Burgess."

There had obviously been a struggle, it was carnage inside. One captor was dead, a bullet lodged in his centre mass and he was dead before he hit the floor. Ruzek was unconscious, knocked out cold while he was creating the diversion that allowed SWAT and Intelligence through the door.

"Get those paramedics in here." Al screamed into his radio. "Ten One. Two Officers down." He was on his knees beside Ruzek, allowing Dawson to handcuff Curly and drag him off Ruzek's crumpled body.

"Is he okay Al? Is he alive?" Dawson asked urgently as Al scrambled to feel a pulse and check him for any injuries.

There was an eerie stillness surrounding them now. People were speaking but the chaos had waned and the voices were deliberately kept low and calm to try and bring a sense of peace to the scene, which a few minutes ago was like a warzone. The hostages were either crying in agony, unhurt physically but emotionally distraught or were too stunned by what had just happened and what they now saw before them that they couldn't speak. Quickly they were ushered out of the building into the care of the waiting paramedics. Just beyond them were their families and it was torture for them waiting to see if their loved ones walk out alive. For a layman it seemed unfathomable that anyone could walk away from that scene unscathed.

"He's breathing, I can't see any wounds." Al ran his hands over his body and slid them underneath his prostrate form to check for blood. He was relieved that they came back out clean and he heard Dawson exhale loudly.

Kevin wasn't so lucky; he could feel Burgess's blood trickle through his fingers as he pressed his hands to her stomach. "Don't do this Kim, not now, not today."

He held his hand there until he had two paramedics beside him, even then he struggled to move. "I'm not letting go."

"We've got this." The paramedic had a thick gauze ready to go and pressed it into her wound and Kevin was relieved to hear her groan painfully. Surely that was a good sign. It was scoop and run and Kevin helped lift her onto the gurney and Voight told him to jump in back with her and keep him informed.

"What about Ruzek?"

"He's in the next Bus." Ruzek at the very least wasn't sporting any gunshot wounds but he did look like he'd been beaten severely and until he regained consciousness he was treated the same way, scooped up and transported to Med. They only had eyewitness reports of what went down. What they did know was he waited until the very last moment before he took out one of the captors. Rushing at them he knocked them into a wall and the resultant head clash, followed by Ruzek hitting the floor with Larry on top of him had knocked them both out stone cold.

The other hostages had little idea what had gone on, they were still in shock. The moment Ruzek took out Larry the doors, both front and back were breached and cops threw smoke bombs and the firing started.

With the help of Jack, Adam had managed to get a few people behind the bullet proof counter so they were at least protected. They couldn't get them all because Larry, Mo and Curly were getting suspicious. Jack and Clary stayed out, as did one of the bank tellers and obviously Adam but Jack was waiting for Adam to click his fingers and he'd drag his wife and whoever else he could with him behind the counter.

It was chaos, there was screaming and yelling, people coming in from all angles, but it was the gunshots that people could remember.

Burgess had followed SWAT, Halstead, Atwater and Dawson in. It was loud and a lot was going on. They thought they had two of them, the Intel they had told them they had two perpetrators.

As far as they were concerned Larry was taken care, both of them were out cold and Al had them covered. If Larry moved he eat a bullet. Mo was quickly gunned down, he stood in the middle of it, mouth agape and was easy pickings for the highly trained SWAT officer. Nobody accounted for the third person and as he came from behind the counter they all thought he was a hostage until he pulled his firearm and fired. One shot missed, lodging in the door frame and Burgess lunged at him trying to knock it out of his hands.

Burgess had an inkling that Adam thought there were three perps but he had barely indicated the three fingers between his legs like a catcher when someone stood in front of him and she couldn't hang around to make eye contact with him again. It was too risky.

She relayed her gut feel to SWAT and Voight but it wasn't much to go on. Voight trusted her gut but he wasn't in charge and SWAT dealt in facts, not feelings.

There were three and the third one fired the shot that bought Burgess down.

Adam had planned it all as meticulously as he could without knowing exactly what was going on. He had timed it to perfection. He had hoped that Intelligence would be involved, it sounded like something they would do and he knew they wouldn't sit back and watch and wait while he was in it up to his neck. So it was a relief to see Burgess and it gave him little glimpse of light at the end of the tunnel. He'd had moments when he felt that sense of dread, that he wouldn't get out of here alive but as long as everyone else did then he'd done his job. Except Larry, Mo and Curly, he wanted them as dead as he was going to be.

Then there were times when he knew that Intelligence wouldn't let him die. SWAT, he wasn't sure about them, they were a little less protective of him. Whatever happened though it was going to be a wild ride.

He had moved around all night, checking out the lay of the land, trying to get a read on Larry, Mo and Curly and making sure the rest of the hostages were calm. He came back and sat in direct line of sight of the glass doors.

Seeing Kim had calmed him a little and gave him a renewed sense of focus, it had waned at times the longer it dragged on but his heart started to beat a little quicker the closer it got to four o'clock. He'd got the message in the wrapper of his sandwich quickly. He looked at it and liked the familiarity and for just a moment he allowed himself to drift back, back when he was actually happy. If he was going out he wanted to least have a few happy thoughts before he died.

He'd seen the paperweight and managed to squirrel it away when they weren't looking, it was perfect timing that he launched it when Larry was right beneath it, it one swift motion he threw it, almost like a grenade and flung himself at Larry.

That was the last thing he remembered, although somewhere deep in his addled brain, he heard the shot too.