Three weeks went by in a blur.

One day she was still bothered by the looks that some people were throwing at her and then just like it was supposed to go, people found another matter or incident to gossip about.

Sarah sighed in relief when she stepped in the hospital's snack bar later on friday's night and noticed that no heads turned to her direction with prying eyes.

Now she could go back to how things were before that case with Anna.

Or at least, try to go back.

But Sarah didn't really think that that would happen.

And she was not even sure that she wanted to.

Since that night, things had changed a little bit around Med, especially in matters of Sarah's relationship with the Chicago family.

It was like after that event, people were treating her with more respect. More confidence in what she was doing.

Like if now she was more trustworthy.

Sometimes Sarah liked it.

Sometimes, she hated it.

It wasn't like if she didn't know that some people, or well, most part of the people, doubted her ability as a psychiatrist.

Her mother had laughed when she told her she was applying for the residence.

Joey had said from the beginning that she belonged in pathology.

The few (three?) friends that she had made at Med school tried to pretend to support her but she had been able to see the despise in their eyes when she discussed the matter with them on the first (and last) time they hanged out together to catch-up a little bit after university.

The staff from the psychology floor took their time warming up to her.

God, even Sarah doubted herself.

She could have applied for the Trauma vacancy spot that was open since Wheeler's death and go back down to the ED.

There at least, people were more close to her.

Maggie, April, Dr. Choi...

They were basically her family.

Ethan had said that once and she had stuck with that since then.

She could have tried.

But she didn't.

Because she meant what she had said to Dr. Charles that day a week ago when the hospital system had been hacked.

She wasn't quitting.

She was not a quitter.

She was persistent. And dedicated. And hard worker. And even if sometimes it was too hard, she had to admit that she was getting each time more attached to the ideia of helping fix people's mind.

Human mind was the most powerful, mysterious and dangerous thing that existed.

And she could help with understanding that by using her own.

She was down to it now.

So she liked that she was making her name around Chicago Med but knew that she would have to work five times harder to maintain it.

Sometimes they get a win, and Sarah was going to take every single win that she could.

So smiling for herself while she waited for her order to be prepared, she missed Dr. Rhodes entering the hall and making his way to the cafe.

She only noticed his presence when he stopped by her side and dropped a casually "Hey Reese" before calling the attention of the waitress and ordering his snacks as well.

Sarah took a second to recompose herself.

Connor Rhodes was still a mystery to her.

They had been seeing each other with more frequency around the ED since that night. Sometimes she was paged to follow Dr. Charles with some pacient that Rhodes was treating. Sometimes it was the opposite.

Or sometimes, like right now, they would just run into each other.

And despite the fact that Sarah didn't feel that hesitant with talking with him anymore, she had never done something stupid again like offering him a high five.

Pathetic.

"Ending your shift?" She was brought back to the present by his voice. She took her order from the bar before turning to him and sending him a friendly smile.

"Yeah. I'm about to go home. You? She asked politely.

"Naw! Just beginning. I think it's going to be a long night, I'm down to the ED today. Back to trauma's day, I guess." He said while leaning on the wall by their side, waiting for his order to be ready. He had a hint of amusing in his eyes saying that and by minimal that it was, it was contagious, so Sarah had to smile back a him.

She was awkwardly between excusing herself and leaving him there, once she already got what she ordered and was about to go home, or staying and trying to keep the small conversation going for a little bit more just for the hell of it.

But he silenced her thoughts by asking. "How was your day?"

She gave a little shrug.

"Not too much. Except for this pacient, have you heard? He had been here for four days, was admitted because of a small overdose and we were waiting for his body to go clean before giving him the actual psychological treatment. He went discharged today." And after taking a sip of her coffee, she added "He was kind of creepy."

And as Connor's eyebrows went up she recognized her mistake. "Witch I should never have mentioned."

Rhodes chuckled and Sarah had to stop to admire how beautiful he was doing so.

Damm him.

"Don't worry, I'm not gonna say anything. But once you did, how creepy?" He asked with a curious expression.

"Well, he was kind of obsessed with me I think, but I don't now, it could just be..."

"Hey there you are! I was looking for you!" Her rambling was interrupted by Robyn Charles.

Oh. Right.

He had a girlfriend.

And that was Dr. Charles daughter.

"Hi Reese!" She brunette told her with a kind smile.

"Hey!"

Sundely Sarah thought that it would be better that if she left the couple alone. She had to go home by the way.

"Han...anyway! I'm heading off. See you guys tomorrow? Have a good night." And then without waiting an answer she was turning and making her way out of the cafe.

What she didn't see was the fact that Connor's eyes followed her trough the entire way out with a mix of confusion and concern.

But about 20 minutes later when she stepped out of Chicago Med to go home, if she had a strange feeling of being followed, she ignored, because she was tired and all she needed was to take a nap.

- IDWTJ -

Mini Crossover with Chicago PD

Lindsay got the call while she was gathering her things to go home.

She had heard the fuss downstairs about thirty minutes before but assuming that it was something that the patrols could take care of, she didn't bother to go ask if they needed anything.

If Intelligence was needed, they would call.

And so they did.

She didn't recognize the address that they gave her where a suspect was threatening to kill the woman who lived at the apartment. Neighbors had heard the noise and called the police.

It could be a robbery. It could be a kidnap attempt. It could be an abuse case.

It could basically be anything but the truth was that Lindsay was always on the edge when the victim was a woman.

There were a million of scenery possibilities and none of them were good.

Voight was the only one with her at the base, the others had already gone home. She had stayed waiting for Jay to go (things were still pretty shaken between the two of them) to talk with Voight about something before calling it a day.

She turned to make a sign to call his attention but he was already by her side on the phone calling the team for backup.

Together they made their way down to get the cars without wasting more time.

The more the time went by, less chances they had.

-IDWTJ-

It took them 11 minutes to get there; 20 seconds to get update with the little info that Kim Burgess had, 4 minutes to decide to move and climb the stairs till the 5th floor where the victim lived and 6 seconds after they announced the typical "Chicago PD, open the door" to hear a woman's scream and the unmistakable noise of 3 shots.

But it took Lindsay only a second to recognize the victim as soon as they got into the apartment putting the suspect down.

Her heart stopped for a moment as she looked at the body in the middle of the living room.

She felt fear. Concern. Agony.

But then Erin jumped into action.

She had too.

Because this was her friend.

And her friend would not die on her hands.

While she kneeled by the side of the brunette trying to apply pressure on the wounds to contain the bleeding without too much success, she heard Jay talking on the cellphone as he came do stand by their side as well.

The paramedics were already on their way, so that meant that he could only be speaking too...

"...26 years old; two shots on the belly and one closer to her chest...yeah...listen, get Dr. Halstead on the phone and tell him it's his brother, fast, come on..."

The woman gasped for air and Lindsay tried to stay calm and stop the bleeding, but there was too much blood.

Too much blood.

Shit.

She heard the commotion downstairs and just hoped that it meant that the paramedics had arrived while whispering comforting things to the woman that seemed awake but barely conscious.

"Hang in there. You're doing good, come on now. You're going to be okay..."

Erin was torn between meaning to reassure the victim or herself.

As the paramedics replaced her position, Lindsay watched with fear and heard Jay by her side, still on the phone.

"Will, we're bringing..." He squeezed Erin's hand before continuing.

"It's Sarah."

He closed his eyes.

"Will, we're bringing Sarah in."