Hailey crossed her arms and tried to hide the wince that came as the stitches stretched when she did that. She was still sitting in the bed, back against the bed as she watched her very angry boss come into the picture. Damn it all to hell, her shoulder really hurt now. Why did she refuse Marcaine? She was really stupid. "Yeah. It's 4:30 in the morning. We had things under control."

"And getting shot is having things under control?" Voight leaned against the door fame.

"I don't think things would have changed if you were at that CI meet at the diner, if that's what you are insinuating. We still don't know who's responsible for the shooting at this point anyways!" She started to raise her voice but Jay just gave her a look that told her to shut up.

"We flipped a coin after the shooting. Heads, you. Tails, Antonio," Jay explained.

Voight rolled his eyes. "A coin? Really?"

Hailey tried to shrug and also tried to hide the wince. The pain was really coming now. "Did you want us to call you at 3:02 when Devante called Jay?"

"No. But I sure would have appreciated a phone call from either of you instead of getting woken up by Howley because there was an officer involved shooting. My two officers!"

Will was still in the room and could see the winces that Hailey was trying to hide. He took a needle and filled it with Toradol and injected it into her arm and then gave her two painkillers. "It's Tylenol." She took it with the water that he gave her.

Jay, Voight and Will all exchanged a look. Will just managed to pull one over on Hailey. Jay fully expected that Will just gave her narcotics, which would bench her for a full 24 hours, minimum. He wasn't thrilled about that because that meant he didn't have a partner, but his brother had a point in what he just did. Hailey shouldn't be working. Voight or Jay telling her to stop wouldn't stop her, but she was a stickler for the rules, and would obey a CPD narcotic rule and not got into the field.

"We made a judgement call. We were going to call you when the time as a little more appropriate and not the middle of the night," Jay explained again.

Voight shook his head. "Both of your judgements need a little work. I'm going to go to the crime scene that I wasn't originally called to. You guys need to wake some people up," Voight said.

Will finally decided to say what he really gave Hailey, so her boss knew. "Oh and Voight, think you should know that it wasn't Tylenol I gave her. It was Oxycodone."

Voight just nodded at him and left.

Hailey however turned to him and glared at him. "Fuck you, Will. You know what this means."

"I sure do. You're benched for 24 hours. I did it on purpose because the adrenaline is wearing off and now the pain really starts. And you shouldn't be working. I know you wouldn't anyways but now you can't," he said as he left before she could argue farther.

Jay just took her hand. "He has a method to his madness."

"I'm not disagreeing with that, but I don't appreciate him pulling one fucking over on me," Hailey said, dramatically leaning against the back of the bed.

April came into the room. "I don't even have discharge papers because you weren't even admitted but," she handed a piece of paper to Hailey. "Antibiotic prescription. Just in case of an infection."

Jay nodded at the nurse. "I'll make sure she fills it," Jay promised. April nodded and left the room. He sighed and turned back to Hailey. "Let's get out of here."

She nodded. "I'll call Ruzek and Allie. You call Kim and Atwater."

They were in the truck and she dialed Ruzek's number from memory and put it on speaker. "Wake up," she said when he answered.

"Why are you calling so early?" Ruzek complained. "It's not even 5." He hated to hear her voice, considering he didn't go to bed until well after 1, after picking up Allie and making sure she was okay in his spare room.

"And I've been up for 2 hours already," Hailey said. "And shot. So get up, we have some work to do."

She could hear some moving in the background. "You were shot!? Christ, Hailey."

"Can you pick up Allie too? I'll call her."

"No need. She's at my place."

Jay and Hailed shared a look. "What do you mean at your place, Adam?!"

"Passed out drunk in my spare room," he quickly explained. He did not want Hailey to think Allie was in his bed, because she most definitely wasn't. "I'll explain later."

"Oh I want every detail," Hailey said before ending the call.

Ruzek got out of bed and threw some acceptable work clothes before going into the spare room to wake Allie up. She was still in the same position that he left her in last night. "Wake up sleepy head," he said as he gently touched her. Given her volatile state last night, he didn't want to alarm her too much. He had no idea what type of person she would be in the morning and he hoped to God she was going to be easy to wake up.

She opened her eyes. "Three words. What the fuck."

Adam crossed his arms as she tried to sit up and figure out what the heck was happening. "That was actually five words."

"Where am I?"

He shook his head. "You blacked out?" He didn't think she was that drunk, but apparently she was.

"Clearly. So help me out please."

"You called me at 1 am. You were at Winston's. Which is the absolute last bar to be in but the bartender is on our payroll so he made sure you were safe," he explained. "Your turn."

She sat up and pushed her hair out of her eyes. "Last thing I remember is leaving my ex-husband's place," she said.

That definitely surprised Ruzek. "We gotta go. Halstead and Upton ended up in a little bit of a situation."

She checked her phone, saw the texts and saw the time and just groaned. "Lots of coffee today," she said as she stood up and followed him out of the room.

He first dug around in a bag by his door and threw her a breathalyser. "Might wanna blow first. Don't mind how dirty that sounded." He was not going to let her come to work if she was about to blow over the legal limit to drive. He did not need a drunk cop on the job, and neither did Voight or Hailey. Although he suspected she had done the whole go out and party all night long and show up the next morning like nothing had happened song and dance routine.

"What are you doing with a breathalyzer at home?" Allie asked, as she looked at it.

He shrugged. "Blow."

She did and the numbers came back at him. "Below the legal limit. You're okay. Which surprises the hell out of me," he said, as he put shoes on.

She shrugged. "Can we stop by my place so it doesn't look like I was on an all night bender? Less than 5 minutes, I promise."

"Probably a good idea."

True to her word, less than 5 minutes, she came out of the house again in different clothes and a gym bag with makeup in it and applied the makeup as he was driving so it didn't look like she had been up pretty much all night. Thankfully he also stopped for coffee because she really needed one. And she needed Red Bull.

Jay and Allie were on their way to visit Little Dougie at his home to see if he was behind the drive-by shooting. They doubted it, but they had to cover all their bases. Jay hated dealing with gangs but he knew he had to take Hailey's spot today. Where was Rixton when you needed him?

"So, Ruzek?" Jay asked when they were pretty close to Little Dougie's house.

Allie shot him a look. "Nothing happened with Ruzek."

"Uh-huh," Jay replied, keeping his eyes on the road.

She shook her head. "Spare room and all my clothes on, thank you very much."

"Why'd you call Ruzek and not Hails?"

She shrugged. "I was drunk."

Jay accepted this as a reasonable answer as he signaled down the right street. Allie reached for her gun in her back and made sure it was fully loaded. She tucked it back in her waist. She did not want any surprises. And this wasn't her gun. It was a gun that Voight gave her.

They exited the truck at the same time and Jay pounded on the front door. They had waited until a somewhat reasonable time in the morning to pay them a little visit- 7 30 a.m. Allie was in favour of hitting it at 5 am, Voight and Antonio wanted to wait until later. "Little Dougie!" Jay shouted.

"It's Allie," she shouted. "You better open up!"

The door opened up. It wasn't Little Dougie. It was his younger brother, Curtis. "What ya'll fucking want?"

Allie pushed the door opened and walked right in. Jay had no choice but to follow her in. "Where's your brother?"

Curtis shrugged. "Not here."

"Yeah, I'll see about that," Jay said. He searched the house. No Little Dougie. He'd have to talk to Gangs about their 'surveillance.'

However, they did have his number two right in front of him. "You or your brother order the drive by?" Jay asked.

"What drive by?"

"Don't play dumb Curtis," Allie snapped. "I am not in the mood to deal with stupid this morning."

Curtis looked fidgety but Allie nor Jay could take him in based on him being fidgety. "I don't know anything about any drive by."

Allie had had enough. She pushed, or pretty much threw, Curtis into the wall behind him and stepped back after she heard him connect with the wall. Jay just gave her a look and she just shrugged back. "I told you that I don't want to deal with stupid today. Last chance."

"Last chance before what?" now Curtis was looking a little afraid, as he should.

She pointed at Jay. "Last chance before he lets me do what I really want."

Jay shrugged at Curtis. "She's just warming up. And she's right. I'm the reason you're not seriously hurting yet."

Curtis rolled his eyes. "Okay, okay. We heard about it. We didn't order it."

"But," Allie said.

"Spike."

Allie and Jay looked at each other and then back at Curtis. "Is Spike behind all this? Is he tying up loose ends?"

Curtis shrugged. 'I truly don't know. Little Dougie doesn't know either. He was also trying to find out what you guys asked him to do."

"Find out who Williams and Powell got the cocaine from in San Diego," Allie repeated from the other day.

Curtis nodded. "Yeah, something like that."

Jay knew that was all they were going to get out of the number 2 of G-Park Lords. Funny how the number 2 of a very well respected gang folded as soon as a female cop threw him around a little bit. "Tell your brother we stopped by."

Meanwhile, Hailey was still at 21st. She was sporting the sling that April had given her while they were walking out and a stern glare from the nurse told her that she should probably follow orders for a day or two. And then her phone beeped. DEA Agent Chris Lynch wanted to meet in 30 minutes. Problem- Hailey couldn't drive. However, there was another person there. And Atwater didn't usually ask too many questions.

Hailey stood up and went into Voight's office. "You mind if I borrow Atwater for a bit?"

Voight nodded at the phone in Hailey's hand. "Lynch?"

She nodded. "Yeah. I can't drive."

"Yeah, sure."

Hailey sat down on Atwater's desk, prompting him to look up. "We need to go. You're driving my pretty little ass around today."

He looked at her and then looked at Voight and back at her. "Alrighty, then. Where to?"

She looked at him as they went down the stairs. "Starbucks and then Grant Park."

Atwater stopped at Starbucks for her but it wasn't the coffee drink that got Hailey's attention. It was who was making the drinks in the drive thru that piqued her attention. It was her sister-in-law, Hannah. Someone who wouldn't or shouldn't be working at Starbucks because she was a stay at home mom to three kids, or so Hailey thought. Definitely got her interest going and Hailey was going to have to do some digging around later.

"You look like you saw a ghost," Atwater commented.

Hailey debated whether to tell him what she saw in there but decided the truth was the best option. "Yeah, my sister in law is apparently Starbucks' new barista there."

Kevin nodded. "And I'm guessing that is news to you," he said.

"It is."

For the rest of the ride to Grant Park, Hailey and Atwater talked about the most randomest topics, from the Chicago Blackhawks to whether Friends should do a re-boot. Once they got to Grant Park, Hailey had a bad gut feeling. She turned to him. "I have a bad feeling about this."

"Who are you meeting?" He was suddenly concerned.

Hailey debated whether to tell him, yet again, but Atwater was smart and he'd put the pieces together. "DEA Agent Chris Lynch. I don't have a bad feeling about him but I have a bad feeling about all of this."

Kev got what she was getting at. No staying in the car until she was done. "I'll be around."

She nodded as she got out of the vehicle but checked her firearm before she got out. She had her jacket covering it as the general public and the Ivory Tower would not like the idea of an injured cop in a sling having her gun on her. However, there was no way that she nor Voight would be okay without her gun not being on her if she had her badge on her. She completely was aware of her surroundings as she stepped out and noticed Lynch by a water fountain so she walked up to him.

"Wonder woman got a bullet hole in her," Lynch said as she approached.

God, was he an ass. "Wonder Woman got shot at before 4 a.m., thank you very much."

"Any suspects on that?" Lynch asked.

She looked at him. "Even if we did, I wouldn't be telling you."

"So, you taking the job or not?"

She shook her head. "But I think you already knew that."

"Had a feeling. Why'd you meet me down here then? You could have told me this over the phone?"

Hailey scanned the crowd in front of her, looking for possible targets. She spotted Atwater but nothing suspicious. "Allie Montgomery."

"What about her? CPD has told me she's off limits and she's undercover right now for a task force."

She arched an eyebrow. "Well I don't know about the off limits thing but she's back in Chicago."

Lynch groaned. "I've been wanting her for years."

"Now might be your chance."

"Why now?"

She shrugged. "Afghanistan might do her some good."

"You mean nine months in a place where she has to be herself the entire time and she can't just be someone else the next day?" Lynch said. He didn't become the SAC of Chicago area for the DEA by being dumb.

"Something like that."

"Hailey!" Kevin shouted.

She looked up to see the world about to go to hell and dove for the ground as soon as she saw the black van come around the corner. She had absolutely no cover. She couldn't get around the water foundation fast enough. She grabbed her weapon as they started shooting but she couldn't shoot back.

"Stay low," Chris Lynch said he covered her body.

And the bullets kept on coming.

AN: So... who's behind the drive-by's?