Chapter 7— What the f— just happened?!

Pria pov

My sister and I arrived back at the precinct and went back inside after a quick hello to Desk Sargent Platt, we were buzzed back upstairs. I know that everyone heard us being buzzed back upstairs cause everyone was crowding the stairs waiting for me to come back up.

"We have the files don't worry. I also know that we have a pattern. I also know it's going to get worse before getting better."

Voight pov

"Oh Riley. I didn't see you standing there. How's life been treating you."

"I'm doing fine. I can't believe that no one noticed that Woods was who he is."

"I've kinda always known. I just didn't have any proof of anything. How's Elle coping with everything?"

"Well she's sick of the press hounding her 24/7... was that an earthquake?!"

"According to my phone we're not near any fault lines." Pria spike up

Attention all units multiple precincts are reporting explosions of unknown origin asking for backup to clear the way for paramedics for multiple injuries please approach with caution.

"Go Hank. Take your team with you Riley and I got this."

"Thanks. I'd do the same for you if our roles were reversed"

"I know the blue wall well my friend. Now go!"

Meanwhile on sene cops who were outside the buildings when the explosions occurred were starting to come around and got ready to do their jobs. Just as the entire intelligence team was pulling up crime scene tape was being wrapped around the entire 9th precinct, which just so happened to be the closest one to their old location. Hank saw the precinct Sargent sitting with and tending to one of her officers.

"Will you sit still?!"

"Sorry Sarge it burns"

"I know. Sorry"

"I know I run the risk of infection if you don't treat me. But I think we both know I'd rather find the shooter and get inside or find the asshole who started all of this. My partner is still in there."

"Mine is too. Yet you don't see me complaining about it all."

"Sorry to burst bubbles here but Sargent Voight intelligence. I heard the call come over the radio. What's going on?"

Just then gunfire began once more

"Everyone hit the ground!"

"That must have been my unit. I hate first responder killers. You both good? Not hit or anything?"

"We're good. Would be better if we didn't have 8 wounded police officers laying out there unable to get assistance to them."

"Now that the gunfire has stopped intelligence report. Upton"

"All good"

"Dawson"

"Hey sarge I think if I get up on the building to the west I might have a clear shot."

"Go ahead. Take the shot if you have it. "Drake"

"Here and ready sir"

"Good. Valdovinos?"

"Ready and willing sir."

"Perfect. Ruzek?"

"Here."

"Perfect. Atwater?...Atwater? Atwater?"

"Uh sarge I have the shot. It looks like Atwater tried to help someone with their injuries and took several shots.

Shooters down. I repeat shooters down go go go."

"Someone get fire and paramedics back here!"

"I've got it sarge."

"What do we have?"

"We need paramedics out here and fire to make sure that the building is stable to do a sweep for injured officers who need medical attention.

"Hey sarge I'm riding with Atwater to the hospital. I'll meet you all at med."

Ruzek POV

I hopped into the back of the ambulance, along with one fireman just before it took off for Chicago Med.

"Hang in there buddy. I'm right here."

"Don't just sit there! Help us out."

"What can I do?"

"I see six dents in the vest. Check to see if any of the bulits went through."

"This one did. Seems like these two did too. Shit. All of them did! "

"I need a blood type."

"O+"

Attention Med unit 81 medic one incoming with a critical cpd officer male. Have 8 bags of O+ and an OR. This guy needed surgery yesterday.

"What's happening!?"

"We're losing him!"

"O2 levels are too low. Shit his lungs collapsed I need to incubate. Someone help me get his vest off."

"Won't that have less of a chance of survival without pressure on the wounds?"

"His lungs have collapsed and he can no longer breath on his own. He'll die if we don't incubate now. Shit we waited too long he's crashing start compressions!"

"On it. Come on buddy I'm not losing you."

After a few minutes

"We got him back and the breathing tubes in. It's all up to him now."

"That's a good thing Because we're here."

"Doctor Halstead Doctor Manning incoming!"

"We know. ORs open lets get him upstairs. Adam you can't follow us he's too critical. I'll have someone find you when he's done."

"Alright I'm going to the waiting room on the surgical floor though. "

I had barely been waiting for ten minutes before I heard a familiar voice coming from behind my

"how is he?"

Pria POV

I hated hospitals with a passion. My mom brother and sister in law were all declared dead inside the walls of a hospital. But I was determined to be there for my friend. I enter the waiting room and see him standing in a corner. I ask the first question that comes to my mind.

"How is he?"

"Stable. They raced him up to surgery upon arrival. We shouldn't have much trouble finding the shooter though. There are only a few types of guns that can take ammo that can penetrate Kevlar. This guy got off a good dozen rounds before Antonio shot him,and has since disappeared. Seemed random too."

"I'll call Garcia and see about recent people who have bought a high powered rifle and ammo within a 500 mile radius of Chicago within the last 6 months. It's not that I don't trust Zoé, but Garcia has access to multiple federal databases. Someone would have to have passed a background check in order to buy a gun that that powerful. You'd also have to have a permit to buy them."

"And I'm going to call woods and see if I can get a meeting with him."

"Do you really think that is a good idea right now?"

"Good point. I've received a invitation to the party tonight and am going to attend. Will you cover for me?"

"Of course. I'm going to step back to make a phone call."

Phone call

Office of all things knowledge. Can I help you?

Really Garcia?! Would I be calling if you couldn't help me?

Well I guess not

Really?!

I can't mess with you?

Not in the mood. Your not on a case are you?

No. What can I do for you my pretty girl?

I need a list of all people that have bought high powered rifles in the last 6 months in a five hundred mile radius of Chicago.

I'll have it ready in a jiffy. Whoah that's a long list. 500 people.

How many don't come from a military or sharp shooter background.

Limits it a little. 300 people.

Any with sealed childhood records?

Wow that limits it to 50.

Can you unseal them and send me any that have reasons to hate on Chicago cops?

Did Robin Hood steal from the rich to give to the poor?

Right this is you we're talking about. Tell the rest of the team I said hey. Bye.

I barely get back to the waiting room before the doctor came out and asked for the family of Detective Atwater. All of us stood up at once and I moved closer to Adam.

Detective Atwater sustained multiple injuries and nearly bled out on our table. We managed to bring him back but his blood type is O+, one of the rarest out there. If we cannot find three more transfusions in the next few hours he will

die. Other than that I'm 53% sure he'll pull through.

Doc we're all willing to get tested for a match.

Actually Riley and I both know we're matches. I had Agent Purple disease. The doctor said that O+ bone marrow transplant would cure me. My entire family got tested for a match. Riley popped up as a match. That donation saved my life. I know I'm willing to donate. Random strangers were willing to donate to save me it's the least I can do."

"I am as well. It's the least I can do for his service to this city."

"Perfect. We'll still test you to see if your Rh matches. You'll just need to sign here on some forms in case it doesn't work. We also need the paperwork to let you know the do's and don'ts after your donation.

"Let's do it."

A/N: so this will rap up this chapter. Sorry it took so long to get it out. I have other stories on my profile too. One of them is receiving a lot of hate and I think I might take it down if it doesn't stop with the hate. Also I've been on academic probation for several weeks because one of my grades was too low. I'm off of it now and am heading home for the weekend for my uncles 80th birthday. I'll try to get another chapter up before I go back to school on Tuesday but no promises.