A week later, Layla was assigned to do another round of computer updates at Precinct 21. When she showed up Monday morning, she came bearing gifts of bagels and donuts.

"Good morning." She called out as she entered the bullpen.

"Hey, Layla! Here, let me help you with that." Adam hurried to her to take the boxes of baked goods from her arms.

While Adam carried them to the break room, Kevin stood up and walked over to her. "He just really wants a donut, don't start thinking he's a gentleman or anything."

Layla laughed and hugged Kevin.

"Don't worry. I know you're the only gentleman around here." Layla assured him.

Kevin laughed and stepped aside for Jay to get a hug too.

Hearing the noise, Hank came out of his office and walked over, kissing Layla on her cheek.

"Hey, what are you doing here?"

Layla smiled. "Well, I belong to Intelligence for the next week, according to my boss. I have a new round of updates to install."

Layla patted her laptop bag.

"Great," Adam said, joining them again, "maybe Sarge will be in a better mood this week."

Hank turned to Adam and said, teasingly, "Maybe if you'd stop yapping and find me that LKA, I'd be in a better mood."

"Oooh, burn." Kim said in appreciation and the team laughed.

"Alright, I don't want to interrupt." Layla said smiling, retreating to the break room. Turning her head, she called over her shoulder, "Whoever gets to a stopping point first, give me a shout."

Layla was pouring herself a cup of coffee when Kim entered the break room and grabbed an iced donut with sprinkles.

"Thanks for these, by the way. I've had enough granola bar breakfasts this month to make me sick."

Layla laughed, "No problem."

Then she added, "Hey, we haven't had a chance to hang out in a while. You want to meet up for a drink after work?"

Kim smiled, "Yeah. Yeah, that sounds great."

A moment later. Antonio called Kim back to the bull pen and Layla was left alone. That is, until Hank's shadow filled the doorway.

"We're rolling out, so you can start working on my computer if you'd like and go from there," he told her as he pulled his coat on.

"Be careful," Layla told him, with a pointed look.

He smiled reassuringly, "I promise."

-break-

After work, Layla and Kim headed to Molly's to grab a drink and catch up. Layla wanted to know all about the new guy that Kim was dating.

Kim, in desperate need of some girl time, was happy to oblige and spent a good 20 minutes dishing the details.

During a natural lull in their conversation, Layla took a moment to look around the bar. She glanced over at the bar stool she had occupied months ago and reflected on how much her life had changed.

That night, months ago, she'd been lonely, depressed and scared about her big life changes. Now she glanced around and saw friends and family - both actual family and her new Intelligence family. And she was going home to a man that she loved.

Layla was smiling when she turned back to Kim.

"What?" Kim asked, an inquisitive smile on her face.

Layla just shook her head. "Nothing. Just glad I moved back home."

Kim nodded and raised her glass.

"To scary life changes that turn out better than we could've imagined." Layla knew Kim was also referring to her own career change from flight attendant to police officer.

The ladies clinked their glasses together in a toast and took a sip.

Later, when Herrmann came over and asked if they wanted another round, Layla glanced at her phone.

"Wow. I did not realize it was already 9:00PM. I've still got to do some log notes from today. I think I'll head out." She told Kim.

Kim finished her drink and stood at the same time Layla did. "I'm heading out too."

After paying their tab, Layla and Kim walked out of Molly's. They'd both parked around the side of the building so they started in that direction.

Layla was a few steps ahead of Kim and turned the corner of the building first.

Immediately, she felt someone grab her and pull her tight against his body, his hand clamping down hard over her mouth.

A few steps later when Kim turned the corner, her eyes widened and she reached for her gun. But she was off duty and didn't have it on.

She put her hands up instead when the man pulled out a gun of his own and pointed it at her.

"Don't make a move. She's coming with me. If you try to stop me, I'll kill you."

Layla recognized the voice. It was Jerry. Fear filled her body. Eyes wide, all she could do was look at Kim, hoping she could figure some way out of this.

"Listen, buddy. I can't let you do that. And I'm a cop. So if you kill me you're going to have the full force of the Chicago PD coming down on you and I promise... you don't want that."

Kim took a tiny step closer to them but Jerry pulled them back two steps.

"I said, don't." Jerry told her.

"Okay. Okay. So how do you want to play this?" Kim asked him, her hands up again.

"Layla's coming with me. You're staying here."

Jerry started walking them backwards to a blue van parked close by, idling.

Panic filled Layla chest. She realized there was no way out of this. Jerry was going to take her.

Kim tried to take a step forward every time Jerry took one backwards, but he kept his gun raised at her and said, "One more step and you're dead."

Kim grimaced in frustration but nodded and kept her hands up as she watched him walk Layla to the van.

When they were far enough away that Kim couldn't hear, Jerry leaned down and whispered in Layla's ear, "Finally, we get to be alone."

She felt Jerry shift behind her, his hand never leaving her mouth, and she heard a van door slide open.

Jerry had to turn them around to get her in the van so he took the gun off of Kim. When he did, Layla drove her elbow backwards into his rib case. Kim, realizing what was going on, took off towards him while he was distracted, ready to attack.

Jerry grunted and grabbed Layla, pushing her into the empty van so hard that she hit her head on the opposite door. Pain immediately exploded behind her eyes.

Layla tried to reach for the other door handle so she could get out and help Kim. She could hear the two of them grappling outside the van, but she couldn't get her eyes to focus. Everything was spinning.

Now, in her vision, there were three door handles and she grabbed clumsily for them all, passing out before she made contact with one.

The last thing Layla heard before she completely lost consciousness was the sound of a gunshot.