Chapter One Hundred and Fourteen: Take a Number

It's feeling like the sun's hiding
But we're gonna keep moving, surviving

Zayde Wolf - Heroes

To say that Sean Roman was furious would be the understatement of a lifetime. His short, golden blond hair was sticking up from where he'd been compulsively running his strong fingers through it in his agitated sense. His forehead was creased, his eyebrows furrowed into a deep set frown as he stood before Sergeant Trudy Platt with his large hands resting on his hips in the private office that was situated across from the front desk. The both of them were clad in their civvies, Platt adorned in her long tan coat that fell to her calves, a black leather handbag clasped in her hands and him in whatever clothes he had just snatched from the top of the fresh laundry pile.

He'd woken up this morning to a dozen missed calls from Severide, Platt and more concerning Phil. He'd called Platt back first and had been informed of the whole series of events that had gone down last night and this morning. He had thrown on the first set of clothes he found and got his ass down here as fast as he could. He needed all the information he could possibly get on the situation before he communicated with Phil, the other man dealt in facts but when it came to Kayla all bets were off. There was a fierce protectiveness in the other man that Roman had come to understand and he recognized it in himself, now more than ever.

Kayla was the most precious person in his life and the thought that Sorenson had tried to harm her in anyway made him want to wrap his hands around the other man's throat and choke the living hell out of him. The man in him wanted to be out there on the streets, finding new and inventive ways to murder the bastard.

"If you want to go after him you'll have to take a number." Platt's sardonic tone interrupted his thoughts before he fixed his blazing azure eyes upon her. She stared back at him, that vengeful fury burning in her own brown eyes as she stood toe to toe with him. "We both know this shouldn't have happened and I am doing everything in my power to fix it, however I need you to keep a lid on that temper of yours otherwise we're up shit creek without a paddle. You got that?"

She could see the line of his jaw tightening in response to her words, his furious blue gaze jerked away as he allowed her words to filter through to his brain. She was right, he knew she was right but that didn't stop that persistent rage that was building up inside of him. The cop in him shoved it down, reminding him that Kayla needed him in her corner right now and he couldn't back her up if he was locked in the cell next to her for beating the shit out of Sorenson.

"I got it Sarge." Roman responded, his voice rough as he forced the words out.

Platt could see the war going on inside of the young patrol offer as he took a deep breath and jutted his chin upwards, his hands locked behind him as he assumed the stance he used whenever the cop in him took charge. Despite the fact his emotions were running high, it was admirable how he managed to pull them into check, she understood that he was putting Kayla's needs before his own and in that brief moment she was ridiculously proud of him. Kayla couldn't have made a better choice when choosing a life partner, Sean Roman would stand by her come hell or high water.

"Can I see her?" Roman asked quietly as he met his Sergeant's gaze once more.

There was a pleading edge in his tone, one that pulled at every single one of Platt's heartstrings as she stood before him both as his friend and his commanding officer.

"I can make that happen." she confirmed with a nod of her head. "But you have to make sure you've calmed down before I allow you into the custody suite. Kayla's very vulnerable right now, you need to reassure her that she did the right thing and that you've got her back no matter how this goes."

"There is no doubt in my mind that she handled the situation to the best of her ability." Roman informed her.

She could see the honesty of the statement in his azure eyes and it made her thank God that this was not a battle she had to wage right now.

"Go see Aldarez at the front desk." Platt told him, tilting her head towards their colleague, who was sorting through various forms on the other side of the office window. "I've told him to give you a few minutes alone with her."

Roman bowed his head in acknowledgement before heading towards the closed office door. He paused for a moment casting a glance at his Sergeant over his shoulder as he spoke earnestly.

"Thank you."

Hey guys sorry for the brief update! We've had a busy weekend as my brother was up from London and we wanted to spend a little time with him before he returned.

Lauren: When these two are on the case I feel like there's nothing to worry about. You'll have to wait and see what happens but I have complete faith in Antonio and Mags. I am actually writing a Law and Order SVU Story. OC/Barba!

Anime: I love Hermann so much and I could imagine him stepping forward and putting himself in the firing line. Antonio is the one that handles Mike and I have a real respect for the way he does.

Soccer: I imagine Hermann would do anything for the people he loves and I feel like this proves it. He always sticks up for what he believes in.

Nat: I loved the idea of the two of them working a case together just like the old days. It is a massively great step forward for the two of them but there are more steps for them in the future that I look forward to you seeing.

Amber: Don't worry, I'm just bad that you are enjoying this story still. I can't believe you smashed your phone! I love leaving you in suspense :) lol you'll have to wait and see what happens. My husband is a lot better now he just has a scar on his neck.