"You took your time." Adam muttered groggily.

Al leant forward and patted his chest. They were half way to Med by the time he started to regain consciousness. "Nice of you to join us." He had opened his eyes briefly as he was lifted onto the gurney and then again when they got into the Ambulance but hadn't spoken.

"I guess I'm not in Kansas anymore."

"Nope, but you slept through all the action."

"Ha." Adam's eyes slid closed for a few moments. "Is everyone okay? Did you get 'em out?"

"We got 'em all out." Al patted his chest again. "We got everybody who needed to make it out alive. You did good Kid."

"Good." Adam winced and tried to pull his mask off. "Larry, Mo and Curly?"

"Two dead, one under arrest." Al responded, lifting his mask back into place. "Larry, Mo and Curly. Is that what you called them?"

"No that's what they called each other, fucking idiots." He winced as he spoke. Every time he opened his eyes he felt like he was being stabbed with a red-hot poker.

Al decided, at this point he didn't need to know about Kim. He kept details to a minimum and judging by Adam's befuddled state he wouldn't really comprehend it anyway; he wasn't even sure if he knew Kim was there at all. By the time they got through the door Adam was out of it, he'd done his bit. Now he was drifting in and out, not exactly unconscious but he was dazed and confused and Al doubted he'd slept for the past 36 hours.

Voight was on a tear. It had been a long time since anyone had seen Voight as angry as he was. The waves were literally peeling off him and had they been inside it would have stripped paint off the walls. "Grady." He barked as he marched across the street to where the team were gathered. He didn't even care that everyone could hear him. "Did I miss the memo?"

"What memo?"

"The one that says that you are calling the shots with my team?" The words just dripped with rage and Halstead, Atwater and Dawson all took a step back. "You went to Wettering and told him to pull Burgess….for what fucking reason?"

"She was too close."

"I make that call…" he slapped his chest angrily. "Me…It's my team, my call. You had no right to go behind my back. I can tell you something for nothing, I'd rather put my hands in Burgess's life than yours. She would do anything, anything for this team. If you can't trust every single fucking person on here you need to pack up your desk."

"Sergeant…"

"I said pack up your desk. You are done."

He had been filthy when Wettering sought him out just before they were moving into position. He didn't need this distraction. "Voight, are you sure Burgess is good to go?"

"Yes. Why?"

"She's Ruzek's ex fiancé, I'm not sure she's the right person for the job. They've had issues."

Voight's blood boiled. "Burgess is precisely the person you want on that team. Who told you about her and Ruzek?"

"Doesn't matter."

"It does matter because I can tell you I have never, ever doubted either one of them to get the job done. Not Ruzek or Burgess. Not once." Voight fumed. "I bought her up to Intelligence despite their relationship ending because she's damn good cop who earned her spot and deserved it and she has never, ever let me down."

"Your team has some concerns and if it is going to be an issue I needed to know. I am not putting my team at risk or those hostages because of an ex-lovers spat."

"My team? My team? Bullshit…" Voight knew exactly who it was. Nobody had any issues with Ruzek and Burgess working together in the past two years. Only one thing had changed in all that time and that was the recent addition of a new team member. He'd seen the tension today in the bullpen and should have listened to his gut but he expected some level of professionalism. "I give you my word. Burgess stays." If anything he'd pull Grady before Burgess. Nobody told him how to run his team.

The fact that now Burgess was enroute to Med didn't help his mood.

"Boss…" Halstead tried to interrupt, he felt like he needed to be the voice of reason. He actually liked Grady, her no nonsense approach and cool detachment suited him down to the ground. Getting close to your partner was fraught with danger, he'd learned that the hard way and wasn't making that mistake again so having a partner who was cold as ice was unsettling at first but he'd come to understand her a little better and he trusted her to at least have his back on a job. He wasn't sure everyone else did though and he was smart enough to see that could be a problem. "I'm sure…"

"Did I ask you? Did you suddenly get a promotion?" Voight glared at him.

"No." he stepped back.

Voight turned his back on Grady, as far as he was concerned they were done. "Right, where are we at?"

Dawson took over, reading from his note book. "Three confirmed offenders, two are dead and the other one is in custody, but not talking at this stage. Everyone else is enroute to Med to be checked out, ten hostages and no injuries to report just shaken and dehydrated. Only injuries are Burgess and Ruzek."

"Right, let's go."

Al stayed with Ruzek. He had a severe concussion, dehydration, a fractured left cheekbone, black eye and needed stitches to close up a gash over his right eye. He was also sporting bruised ribs and various contusions on his legs and apparently, according to Adam balls that were on fire where he had copped a couple of swift kicks.

"A mere flesh wound, barely a scratch." He tried to laugh but it hurt to even do that.

Al touched his forehead lightly. He hadn't left his side since they'd loaded him up. Apart from when he was in x-ray Al stayed with him. He ducked out briefly to get everyone up to speed and see what the news was on Burgess. "You need to sleep kid."

"I'll sleep when I am dead."

"Yeah well you are lucky you aren't dead."

"Maybe, I mean your ugly face is like being in hell, so maybe..."

"Kid, if you don't sleep I will smother you."

Adam closed his eyes and Al thought he'd finally given in. He watched him breath slowly and was surprised when he spoke without even opening his eyes. "Burgess? She's hurt isn't she?" He'd felt himself drifting and suddenly that shot rang through his head. He didn't want to open his eyes and see the answer written on Al's face so he squeezed them shut.

"Don't worry about that right now."

"Al, come on. I heard Atwater, I hoped I was dreaming but I can tell by the look on your face." Adam managed to get the courage to open his eyes and stared at Al. "What aren't you telling me? Why aren't you telling me?"

"She's in surgery. Bullet to the abdomen." Al reluctantly told him and saw his chest heave. "She's in good hands."

"Fuck."

Al rested his hand on his forehead again. "Hey, she's tough as nails that one. If anyone can beat this it's Burgess. I mean she puts up with you, that takes guts."

"Sure."

"Adam, just rest."

How the hell could he rest? Despite being exhausted, physically and emotionally he couldn't turn his mind off. Kim was hurt and that's all he could think about. At times he hated how much control she had over him, it was insane to let someone own him like she had and it was even more insane that he didn't fight for her when he had the chance and now she held all the aces. She pulled all the strings, all his heart strings and he vowed if he got out of that bank alive he'd tell her how he really felt. That they belonged together and that while it wouldn't be easy they had to try because not trying wasn't an option for him anymore.

He never expected her not to make it out.

"I can't Al. It's Kim, my Kim." His eyes flew open. "Can you get an update?"

"As soon as they know something we'll know."

Adam was having none of it though and begged Al to just check. When he came back he was wide awake. "Still in surgery, everyone is waiting upstairs. They will let me know the moment the Docs come out."

Painfully Adam tried to sit up, his head spun violently and he felt like he was going to spew, a wave of heat swarmed over him and he took a few deep breaths. "Hey, where you going?"

"Upstairs. I'm not lying here like some piece of shit while Kim's fucking dying."

"She's not dying Adam, come on. You need to take care of yourself. She'll be pissed when she wakes up and finds out you've gone and wrecked yourself after all her hard work to get you out."

"I need to be up there Al." He pleaded. "Please."