Hermann climbed onto the bar, stuck two fingers into his mouth, and whistled loudly. Once everyone turned to give him their undivided attention, he announced, "A round of shots on the house in celebration of Linstead's anniversary!" Even though Lindsay and Halstead weren't present to enjoy the festivity that celebrated their marriage, their closest family, friends and co-workers were able to attend and stay, and therefore, they decided to continue the party in spirit and in honor of them.

Voight ignored the shot placed in front of him, when the blaring of his cell phone interrupted the atmosphere. His ringtone was an old tune that he used to listen to back in his childhood days. He glanced at the screen, and slid his finger across the bottom when Platt's name lit up, "Platt? It's Erin and Jay's anniversary party. I told you not to call unless there's an emergency."
"Sir, the district needs a favor."

Hank glanced around at the crowd of young adults, "Alright, what is it?" The two people he came to celebrate left, so in reality, there was no need for him to stick around.
"Well, actually, we'll need most of you in the bar. Hopefully, you guys aren't too drunk."
"Platt, what's the favor?"

Sergeant Platt grabbed her jacket as she headed out of the precinct. She pressed her cell against her ear as the wind hit against her, "There's been a report of a car accident, well more like a hit and run because the vehicle that hit the car fled the scene. Help is coming, but we're at least fifteen minutes away. You're at most five. We just need you to block off the scene, and get those paramedics, I forgot their names, but get them and get down to the scene until we can get there."

Hank didn't respond. He hung his phone up and rose from the barstool. Voight glanced around the crowded area, and began making his way towards the blaring music. He leaned low once it was reached, and unplugged the machine. Shouts of protests echoed around, but at the sight of Hank being the reason their jam fest ended, the murmur of complaints faded.

"Alright," he shoved his hands into his front pockets, "I need my team, and I'll need," he glanced towards the paramedics, but at the sight of their wobbly stance, he knew they wouldn't be of any good use, "Where is," he continued to look around, before spotting Jay's brother, "there you are. Will, you're sober enough, you're coming with us." Within seconds Dr. Halstead and his team followed behind him.

Since Voight's truck was the largest, his team piled in, while Dr. Halstead was ordered to drive. He had not taken a single sip of alcohol, due to him arriving at the bar, a few minutes before Jay and Erin left the establishment. Before he could get a drink, he had been ambushed by desperate, drunken girls who took up bar-hopping on this Saturday night. "Don't be afraid to press the gas," Hank jumped into the passenger seat, "It's an emergency."
"Can I turn on the sirens?" Will beamed, eyeing the switch.
"…just drive." Voight buckled his seat belt, as the car took off.

During the five minute quest, Hank used two of those minutes to restate everything Platt told him. They just needed to offer fifteen minutes of their time until backup could arrive. When Voight's truck turned the corner, they spotted the crowd of bystanders. Distance was remained between the bystanders and the accident scene.
"Sarg," Atwater cleared his throat, "isn't that Halstead's car?"

At the mention of his son-in-law, Will's brother, and the team's co-worker, they each looked up and read the license plate. The car did in fact belong to Jay. Each door of the black truck flew open, and out stepped the badged detectives and the accredited doctor.
"Roman and Burgess, you two block off the scene! Atwater, you and Dawson question these witnesses! And make sure you get names and numbers just in case we have further questions!" His shouts were ordered as he raced over to Jay's car.

Will slid to a stop as they approached the driver's side. He took a grip of the door handle, and tore it open, "Help me take him out and lay him down."
"Wait," Hank tapped Jay's cheek lightly.

His son-in-law stirred in place, and blinked open his eyes. His pupils searched the faces in front of him as they registered. Jay noted Will, Voight, Olinsky and Ruzek standing within an arm's reach of him. He could hear his car horn blaring in the silent night, forcing him to achingly pull away from the driver's wheel, "What happened?" His hand rose to the gash on his forehead, "What's going on?"
"Jay, look at me," Hank urged, and struggled to wait patiently for Halstead to turn his aching head, "Where's Lindsay? She was in the car with you. Where is she?"

Halstead grabbed his forehead, "Erin," his eyes closed at the thought of his wife, "ERIN!" He reopened his eyes within seconds. Jay looked at her empty seat, as his eyes searched the car.

"Boss!"

At the sound of Roman's voice, Voight turned away from his son-in-law. His fists clenched against his side. Whatever Roman wanted, it better had been important. Seeing Roman a distance in front of the car, his heart began to panic. Hank pushed his officers to the side, as he ran up to Roman, "Erin." Voight stooped low, as he ran his hand over her back, "WILL!"

Halstead watched as his brother took off in the direction of Voight. He tried to step out of the car, but the strength of his seat belt held him in place. Through his blurry vision, Jay's hands fumbled against the belt, and at the sound of a click, he sighed in relief.
"Whoa buddy," Ruzek caught Jay as he tumbled out of the car, "you sure you should be walking?"
"My wife…my my wife." Halstead groaned, struggling to stand back to his feet.
Burgess approached the two, "Your brother is looking at her…maybe you should take a seat and wait to get looked at."

Jay ripped himself from Adam's hold. He struggled to walk forward, but as his eyes landed on the shattered glass on the ground, his heartrate began to increase. Halstead took a glance back and noticed her badge on the hood of his car, and right next to it were more pieces of shattered glass that came from his windshield. His breath hitched as he picked up his pace, "She flew through my windshield."
"She didn't have her seatbelt on?!"Voight shouted, pressing his fingers into the back of his head, "Why wasn't she wearing a seatbelt? And why were you parked in the first place?"

Halstead knew the answer to his questions, but felt it wasn't important as to why they stopped. The importance of the situation is the fact that his wife was unconscious and what looked to be critical. He lowered himself to his knees, "Is she going to be okay?" Jay looked to his brother as he took a hold of her hand, "Will! Tell me she's going to be fine!"

Ambulance sirens could be heard in the distance followed by the sirens of police cruisers. While his wife landed face first into the pavement, Will had slowly and gently rolled her over onto her back, so he could accurately check her pupils, pulse and consciousness. While Burgess and Atwater held the crowd back, she couldn't help but to continually look over her shoulder. Her best friend was near death, and she couldn't even be at her side.
"Over here!" She heard her husband yell, as he waved for the paramedics to follow him towards Erin.
"TBI," Will informed the paramedic, "she's critical, but I'm pretty sure she has TBI."
"TBI, what is that?" Voight's question was shouted over the incoming sirens, and the chatter that took place behind the police tape. A brace was swiftly connected around Erin's neck and head.
She was gradually placed onto the gurney as Will answered, "Traumatic brain injury."

Regardless of the glass on the ground, Jay rested his hands upon the pavement and pushed himself onto his feet. He blinked through the blurriness, and concentrated on the gurney being wheeled away, "I'm coming."
"I need to check on you," Will grabbed his brother's arm, and forced him still, "I love Erin like a sister, and you and I both know that she'll kick my ass if I let anything happen to you."
"But," Jay pointed over his shoulder, "but, that's my wife!"
"And there's nothing you can do for her now," Dr. Halstead directed his brother towards the curb, "Let's slowly sit you down, be careful." He lowered his brother to the ground, "I don't hear Voight's voice so we can assume he went with Erin to the hospital."

Jay pushed his brother's prying hands away, "I need to go to the hospital. She…she needs me!"

Will Halstead reached into his suit jacket, and pulled out a small flashlight connected to his keys. He turned on the device and shined it into his brother's eyes, "Follow my finger." The only thing Jay's eyes could focus on was the ambulance driving further and further away, "Look Jay, the quicker I finish my observation, the sooner I'll drive you to the hospital. And once we get to the hospital, I'll let you check on Erin's diagnosis, but then I'll grab a buddy of mine that specializes in neurology to give you the thumbs up. You banged your head pretty hard."

With her arms crossed over her chest, Burgess watched as Will checked up on his brother. He examined his eyes, speech and sense of surroundings. She was completely absorbed in the status of her best friend's husband that she ignored Ruzek's arm being gently thrown around her shoulders, "He'll be fine, and so will Erin."
"You don't know that!" Burgess pulled herself out of Adam's hold, "You're speculating Adam! Yes, Erin's strong, but she's also human! Did you look at her? Her face…" Kim's fingers lightly brushed up against her own face, "Her face was covered in bruises and blood. That's not fine, it's far from it."
"The officers here can handle this," He pulled out the keys that Voight handed him before he left with the paramedics, "Let's grab our team and head down to the hospital."

Will extended his hand towards his brother, and pulled him to his feet, "From what I can tell, you have a concussion, but you still need to take it easy. Concussions can lead to complications, so for the next few days I want you to relax."

Jay gave his brother a nod of the head as he rushed past him. Will sighed to himself and shook his head when he realized that his words went in one of Jay's ears and out of the other. The team, including Will Halstead, crammed into Voight's truck, turned the sirens on (by Will's request) and sped towards the hospital.
"So what happened back there?" Roman glanced out of the window in order to watch as the accident scene faded from sight.

The side of Halstead's head was pressed against the rolled up window as he responded, "Erin and I decided to park and fool around a bit." He stared forward as he could feel everyone else's eyes, except for the driving Ruzek, fall upon him, "We parked legally, and then the next thing I know I felt a hard hit, and then everything went black. The first time I woke up was when you guys arrived and Voight woke me up. I didn't," his voice broke, "I didn't even realize that she went through the windshield." Jay cleared his throat, "I don't want to talk about it."

Burgess leaned forward in her seat, and gave his shoulder a squeeze. While she needed comforting, she knew he needed it more. Erin is his wife and the love of his life. She could see the guilt embedded on his face, "It's not your fault." In return, he gave her an appreciative smile.

The car skidded to a stop in the emergency entrance of the hospital. Ruzek dropped everyone off, as he raced around to find a legal parking spot. Voight would kill him if he got his car towed on top of everything that's going on with Erin. The Intelligence team raced into the hospital, with Will following closely behind. The neurosurgeon stood at the entrance waiting for Halstead, "I'll take you to the back to do a more thorough examination."
"How's my wife?"
"She's still in surgery. Come with me."

Jay didn't move, "I want to wait for word on my wife."
"By the time we know anything, I'll be done with your examination. I know it's hard detective, but it's going to be alright."
"You don't know that! Did you see her when she came in?"

The neurosurgeon gave the younger man a sympathetic grin, "She has the best doctors working on her. She'll come out of this, and when she does, she'll want her husband to be in tip top shape to wait on her hand and foot."

Halstead couldn't help but to crack a grin. The thought of him waiting on Erin was comical. She didn't allow people to do much for her. It was aggravating for Halstead, especially when he tried to do something nice for her. At the feeling of Burgess hand patting his back, he walked forward, "I won't let the doctor tell us anything until you're back."

While Jay went to an examination room, the rest of the team went to the waiting room to sit with Voight. He sat in the center of the busy waiting room, with his head resting in his opened palms. He kept his eyes squeezed shut, but at the sense of a presence surrounding him, he opened them, "There's no word."
"We know," Dawson nodded.

Voight took a glance around the waiting room, "Where's Jay?"
"He's getting examined," Burgess answered, taking a seat next to Hank.

Brief silence followed Kim's answer, and as a result, Voight brushed his hands against his legs, and pushed himself up to his feet, "They just left her there."
Burgess looked up, "Pardon?"
"I'm talking about the person who hit them! They saw what they did, they saw Erin, and they just left her there!" Voight shook his head at the thought of a bleeding Lindsay, and a running coward, "I'm going to find who did this, and when I do, they're dead." By the end of his threat, Ruzek came jogging in, holding out Hank's keys, "What did I miss? Any word on her status?"

"No," Atwater answered.

Once Kevin responded, Jay came rushing into the waiting room. A bandage was sealed against his once bleeding head wound. Besides the few bruises, and minor scrapes, he was perfectly fine. The doctor cleared him.
"How's Erin?"
"There's still no word," Dawson replied.

Jay approached Voight, "Did you give Justin and Olive a call?"
"Would you mind calling them?" He held out his cell phone to Olinsky, "Call Meredith and Lexi too. They would want to know."
"What about Bunny?" Burgess spoke up, asking about the person that no one particularly liked. She took a glance at Jay, "She is her mother, and she deserves to know. Oh, and Annie too."

"Family of Erin Halstead."

At the announcement of his wife's name, the family and friends that were needed to be called quickly left his mind. He wasn't focused on them now. At this moment, the doctor had his complete and undivided attention.

"I'm her husband."

"I'm her father."

Voight and Halstead stood side by side. The remainder of the Intelligence Unit surrounded the two as the doctor skimmed his clipboard, "There was definitely head trauma," he looked up to meet the eyes of her family, "and because of it, we have medically induced her into a coma."

"Wait," Halstead's voice shouted over the chatter surrounding them, "my wife is in a coma?" His finger pressed against his chest to accentuate the 'my,' he looked up at the doctor, and repeated his statement, "Erin, my wife is in a coma? What…why? How long?"
"…just until her brain can properly heal."

Hank turned the doctor to face him, "but how long will that be? When can she come out?"
"When I feel that the damage has been properly repaired," He turned to face her husband, "I can answer as many questions as you would like, but there's a matter of paperwork that you need to fill out."

Without further argument, Halstead shoved his sore hands into his pocket and followed behind the doctor. As he occasionally looked over his shoulder, he spotted Voight, standing in the center of the hallway, with a mixture of emotions flashing across his face. He snatched the keys out of his pocket, gave Jay a look of assurance, before storming out of the hospital.
"I'll go after him before he does something stupid." Olinsky took off in the direction Hank disappeared.