Back at the precinct everyone is sitting around a TV set that was brought out from storage. The crew had gotten out of a sticky situation almost being crushed amongst the rubble of the North Tower and the South Tower coming down as they were getting out of there.
"I am afraid that this isn't over," Don said putting a hand on John's shoulder.
"Don't say that Don. Don't think that way," Olivia was crying in Trevor's arms. She had Austin on her lap.
"Who knows what will happen now. We can't be sure of anything." John looked at Fin with a frightened look on his face.
Their eyes all went to the TV as another news bulletin flashed across the bottom of the screen:
Unconfirmed reports that a plane has crashed into the Pentagon…"What the fuck!" Fin's eyes bugged and he leaned in to turn the volume up to see if they were saying any specifics about the statement.
A plane has crashed into the Pentagon. It has taken out the whole front of the building and flattened it. We are not sure at this time how many people were in the area or how many people were on the plane…
"Who the hell would do this?" Casey watched the TV in awe.
"Someone who has a grudge against America…strike that, it could be anyone. The thing is they used our own planes against us." Trevor kissed the top of Olivia's head and rubbed Austin's back. He held his family close knowing that any moment could be their last seeing the happenings of the day.
"What's next?" Olivia looked up at Don who had his face in his hands.