Hey guys I'm back! I'm on a role to! Once again you can owe this one to Bubbly because she gave me the prompt so...

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Antonio's P.O.V.

"Dude, how are you still alive?" Antonio asks as he watches Jay pour sugar into his coffee.

"What? I hate black coffee." He replies.

"Yes, but you just put like half a pound of sugar in there."

"So?"

"So?! You want some coffee with your sugar?" He grins.

"Only a little. There has to be room for milk to." Jay responds, as we exit the coffee shop.

"Ha! You add milk." I laugh at him.

"Like a champ."

"More like a wimp."

"Just because you can't handle some creamer in your coffee doesn't mean you have to start calling people names Antonio."

"Ok, Queen of England, you can take your creamer and shove it up your-"

"Dawson! We're in public! And its 8 in the morning, you think you could keep the swearing to a minimum?!" A new voice pops up in front of us. Erin Lindsay. In the flesh.

"Yes, M'am." I mutter under my breath.

"Hey, um not to be rude but aren't you supposed to be with Ruzek and Olinski?" Halstead questions his partner. Playing with fire.

"Yes, she is." Voight walks up behind here. "Move it, kid." She gives him a face before turning and walking across the street to where the rest other half of the team is.

We had split into two groups, both kinda spread apart, so that way we have full coverage of the pier. Apparently some major buyout is happening between two gangs. A trading of territory to settle disputes. The chief of police wanted us down here see if we could get an arrest or two. And to stop any violence that tends to happen at these social gatherings. Which is why we had to be at the office at the ungodly hour of 6 AM. Then be suited up and out here by 7.

I think between Jay, Ruzek and I we've drank half the coffee in Chicago. Ugh. And its only Tuesday. (But see its thursday and the linstead last night was just fantastic)

"How long do we have to be here?" It's been 5 hours since we've arrived. And odds are, either we missed the meet, or its not happening. At least, not here. Watch we are gonna leave and Platt's gonna tell us that there was this big bust across town with our key players in it. And it'll have happened this morning or something.

"As long as we need be." Voights gruff voice crackles over the little radio in my ear.

"Yeah, I know but how do we know this meet is actually happening? And why here?"

"Because." Halstead responds. "The Chinese cartel and the Green Dragons have never been subtle, nor do they have any plans of making peace anytime soon."

I cast him a sceptical look. "And how would you know that?"

He grins at me. "How do you think we knew that this was the meeting place?"

"Really?" I say, my voice the only thing showing how annoyed I am.

He laughs. "A CI of mine asked to meet a couple days ago. Normally I wouldn't because he always has another agenda, but according to his sister, he really needs the money he would get if his tip panned out. So we met, he told me it was going down, I tell Voight, Voight tells Commander Fischer, and boom! Here we are."

"Oh, so you got us into this?" Ruzek asks.

"Yes. I did. Because the commander is paying us overtime for today." The pause is audible as his words sink in.

"Like overtime rate for all day?" Adam inquires.

"Yep."

"Jay, have I ever told you how much I value you as a friend?"

"No, but you will when you buy the first round tonight." I do a little happy dance inside.

"Deal."

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you Jay Halstead who just gave us money and bought us drinks without spending a dime." I mutter. It earns a laugh. And not just from Jay.

"They say we are who we are but we don't have to be…." A song starts playing in Halsteads pants. Oh wow, I'm never gonna get that image out of my head. HIS PHONE. I MEANT HIS PHONE. IT STARTED RINGIN- never mind.

He checks the number. And rolls his eyes.

"Is that your CI?" I ask, giving him a smirk at his ring tone.

"Yeah. Gimme a sec." As he walks away I hear him start to needle Lindsay.

"If you change my Ringtone one more time, I'm going to permanently sent yours to "Let it go."

"You wouldn't dare." Comes her response as Jay hits the answer button and starts to talk.

I can practically hear the face she's making at him. Voight joins me on the side walk.

"Who's he talking to?" He asks.

"His CI. Trying to find out about the meet." Voight's face is one of confusion and dread. "What?"

"There's no need. I just got off the phones with Commander Fischer. He said that the bust went down about 3 hours ago." I glance at Halstead.

"Then why are we just learning about it now?"

"Because the cell service was down. Apparently one of the towers or something was sabotaged." Realization dawns on his face.

"We were keep here on purpose." I state the obvious. Voight immediately grabs his radio.

"Pull back. Everybody find cover-" He's interrupted by the screeching of tires. A black van (let's get cliche shall we?) speeds down the street, side door open, guns out. But they're not firing. Which means they have a target and they won't shoot until they see it. See him.

Shit.

"Everybody down! Get down!" Voight is yelling now, trying to keep people safe but we have no time. The van is upon us, and all hell breaks lose. They start firing right as I locate Halstead.

"JAY!" He is crouched behind a grated steel coffee table, no gun, no cover, and no backup. Wide open. He hears my yell.

We make eye contact for a split second.

Before a second round of bullets slices through his chest.

Jay's P.O.V.

Let the record show that this is the 9th time Erin Lindsay has changed my ringtone. It's starting to piss me off.

"You wouldn't dare." She snaps.

"Watch me." I mutter as I hit answer. "Halste-"

"Halstead! Look man I'm so sorry! I didn't want to I swear!" My CI, Randy Foreman, former druggy then gang member, cuts me off. He sounds like he's crying.

"Do what? Randy, what's going on? Is the meet going down today or not?"

"It already happened!" What?!

"They were gonna kill me! I told you! I told you they don't let you outta the game!" He is definitely sobbing now.

"Damn it Foreman, what did you do?!"

"They found out I was a rat. Said if I got back into the gang and proved my loyalty they'd let me live!" Oh, you stupid, stupid kid. They're just going to kill you anyways. No way the gang that bets using the next kill instead of poker chips is going to let a rat go.

"Randy! What did you do!"

His voice replies, suddenly calm. "Are you still at the pier?"

Son of a-

Instantly I disconnect the call, drop the phone, and smash it under the heel of my boot. Prove his loyalty. They made him set me up to be killed. Or at least, somebody on my team.

My mouth opens to warn the intelligence, but the words die in my throat as I see a van speeding down the boulevard. They do not shoot until they are near me, and shoot they do. They come closer and instantly the small outdoor cafe is in panic. Cups shattering, food being tossed aside, coats and bags being left behind in the mad dash for safety. I grab the girl to me left, closer to the street, and pull her to the ground, flipping the table as I go. Not that is will be any cover. Its one of those round black plastic covered tables. You know, with the diamond shaped holes at the top. Useless.

As I'm searching for my gun, which I pulled after destroying my phone then somehow managed to lose while flipping the table, somebody screams my name, sounding oddly like Antonio. Wierd. I didn't know he could scream. Always thought the highest he got was a small yell. Anyway.

I locate him and Voight about 20 yards in front of me, crouched behind a concrete block that is somehow also a flower holder. Our eyes meet for a split second and I see that he knows these bullets are for me. I am about to yell something to him, I do not know what, when something like Thor's hammer slams onto my chest. It twists me around, flinging me on my left side. I am now literally wide open. Although I am thinking that's not my main worry as I watch a pool of red slowly start to grow around me. Using my eyes I follow it to the source.

Well, shit then.

The source being two gory holes in my chest and one on the side of my arm. There is blood, a lot of it, and more is flowing out entirely to fast. I am dimly aware that there is less gunfire now, and there had been this buzzing on the radio. Maybe voices. Erin I think. Yes she is there. So is Ruzek and Olinski, yelling simultaneously. Voight calling for backup. Antonio is quiet, I can't hear him. Was he hit too?

I want to find out. To make sure they are ok. I refuse to let anyone take a bullet for me, ever again. I want to see them with my own eyes.

Really though, I just want to see again. The images that flash before me are not reality. I no longer see pavement and blood, but a crystal clear sky. From when I took Erin to the Sears Tower and we stared out the window for what seemed like forever.

Forever. That is how long this moment had been. I know no more than 3 minutes have gone by, yet it feels like an eternity. More things come, more places and people I see. The team in the bullpen. Ruzek and Olinski arguing about coffee. Voight next to Antonio explaining a case. Erin's lips. Her eyes.

Her beautiful grey eyes.

They are the last thing I see before I melt into the waiting oblivion.

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