It felt all too familiar. Waking up with Platt in her room. For a moment she thought she was back there and looked around expectantly. "It's just me Burgess." Platt saw it.

"Sarge."

"You gave us all a good workout. You need to stop getting shot."

"I'm trying." She lifted her arm, it felt heavy and the tubes attached annoyed her. "Is everyone okay?"

"Yes." Platt nervously straightened her sheets. Ever since she got the call that things hadn't gone as smoothly as they hoped she felt a sense of dread. She'd had plenty of her cops being hurt on the job, shot and even killed but they didn't affect her as much as this one did. Burgess had worn her down, won her over and she felt more like a mother than a boss. The lack of any real family in her young officer's life was surprising. Even when she was in court they never saw or heard from them. Kim said they'd been in contact but couldn't make it to Chicago. "You did good."

"Everyone?"

"He's okay." Kim's eyes fluttered closed and Platt saw the deep sigh. "He's okay."

Platt stepped out when the nurses came to give her a wash. "I heard you had a visitor last night? Stayed all night, they had to drag him out of here."

"Did I?"

"Lucky girl."

"Probably just one of my work colleagues. They get a little over protective sometimes. It's like a mission, no one should wake up alone is their motto. My cranky old Sarge once told them that." Kim nodded towards Platt who was pacing outside on her phone. It didn't particularly look like she was enjoying the conversation so she was probably going to come back in grumpy.

"She's a little sweet and sour that one."

"A little?" Kim scoffed and then winced as the pain rifled through her.

"So who was the guy?"

"I don't know. Kevin maybe. He's like my brother, he's definitely one who'd sit here all night."

"He was pretty banged up. Heard he was one of the hostages but managed to save everyone."

Kim gasped and the nurse smiled, in the wee small hours nurses were prone to gossip and good old fashioned fantasing about their patient's lives. These two certainly gave them something to talk about.

Platt didn't come back in immediately. She was clearly agitated on the phone. Kim settled back, even the effort of lying in bed having someone do all the work was exhausting. Usually she just wanted to get out of here but today she was quite happy to lie still, lying still didn't hurt.

Voight had stopped by Adam's room on his way out. "Sarge? How's Burgess?"

"Doing everything she should be and what you are not, she's resting comfortably. Platt is looking after her right now."

"Looking after her or annoying her?"

"Something like that." Voight smiled slightly. It was a rare sight. "How are you?"

"Itching to get out of here. I feel like I've been locked in a cage for days." Adam grimaced. "I think I'd prefer our cage to be honest."

"Careful what you wish for." Voight leant back in the chair and crossed his legs at the ankles and clasped his hand behind his head. It had been a long few days for everyone. "You ready to run through things with me?"

"Sure." Adam explained how he ended up in the situation he was in. He was out for an early run because they had a later start and because of that he didn't have either his badge or sidearm. He'd ducked in to grab some documents he needed to sign for a new share portfolio he was setting up. He needed to do something with his money. Before he had the chance Larry and Mo had locked the doors behind them. Curly was already in the bank, probably scouting it out. He kept a low profile and for the first few hours he had no idea he wasn't one of the hostages.

Once he worked out Larry and Mo he started working on getting people out and also a plan to let someone know he was in there. Even though he didn't have his badge he always had a business card in his shorts in case he needed to prove who he was. It was something that his Dad had taught him and he'd never forgotten. 'it might save your life or someone else's one day.'

"I tried to let Burgess know that there was three of them, but it was seconds and I had no idea if she got the message."

"She did, but you know SWAT. We'd pissed them off so they were reluctant to listen."

"What you do?"

"Surprisingly it wasn't me, anyway not important." Voight waved his hand. Grady had pissed off Wettering and he took it out on the whole of Intelligence and tried to get them to back off. It wasn't happening, Voight didn't back down and it was a tenuous peace after that. "Then what happened?"

"Well I got the message that four o'clock was kick off so I tried to get people to move behind the counters. They were starting to get wary though so I had to talk to a couple who were helping and get them to stay out so it didn't look like I knew something was coming but they would dive for cover the moment I made a move."

"And?"

"At four I threw a paperweight at the clock, it kinda stunned everyone and that's all I remember. I heard screaming and yelling and gunfire and then I remember O's face in the back of the bus."

"I'm not sure if it was good police or dumb luck."

"I'd like to think column A but I'm pretty sure it was B." Adam coughed and gasped for air, suddenly feeling tightness in his chest. He shifted uncomfortably and Voight was up out of his chair.

"Is there anyone you want me to call? Your mother perhaps?" Platt asked. Burgess had drifted off to sleep and she had sat with her for the couple of hours while she rested. She had already called out today, she didn't need to be at work right now. Everyone else was busy trying to figure out who these idiots were.

"No, it's okay. I don't want to worry them."

"I think they are allowed to worry. You were shot remember."

"Yeah, I remember. They already hate that I'm a cop, if you call them they will be all over my ass to quit. They don't get it."

Platt cocked her head to the side. "Most don't." Her phone beeped in her hand and she looked at the message and sucked in a quick breath.

"What is it?"

"Nothing for you to worry your pretty little head about." Platt flicked her wrist and forced herself to smile.

"It's Adam isn't it?"