"I still don't get why you can't just pick up the folders in the morning." Erin asked, holding onto Jay's arm as they made their way up the district steps.

"I need to go over the statements again before we interview that witness. Besides, in the morning, I like to read current case files while drinking my coffee."

She looked up at him, eyes narrowed, "You do not!" smacking him on the shoulder.

He chuckled, putting his hand on the scanner and the gate buzzed, opening.

"I wouldn't mind coming back here, if it wasn't raining so much. I'm soaked, Jay."

"Don't worry, give me one minute and we can head home and and get you dried off." He turned, wiggling his eye brows.

"Stop!" she laughed, pausing when she saw the light in Voight's office still on.

"Is Hank still here?" she said, puzzled.

"I doubt it. It's almost 10:30" Jay said, his head ducked under his desk, flipping through the file drawer.

"But his light's still on", she said slowly, walking towards the office.

"He probably forgot to turn it off, Erin."

"Hank wouldn't forget." She instinctively put her hand to her sidearm, seeing the mess of papers that were on the floor.

"Jay."

He immediately picked up on Erin's tone of voice and stopped what he was doing, knowing that something was up, coming up behind her quickly just as she made it to the doorway.

"Hank!" she gasped, dropping to her knees by his side.

Hank was sprawled on the floor, one hand clutching his chest. His eyes were closed but his eyelids were moving, as if he were dreaming. Tears instantly flooded from Erin's eyes, "Hank!?" she cried.

Jay pulled out his phone and called for an ambulance.

She checked for a pulse, it was faint but there was a pulse. She ran her fingers over his body, "There's no blood, Jay."

"There's nothing. What's wrong with him?"

"I don't know, Erin. Ambulance is on the way."

"Stay with me, Hank. Please. Stay with me!" she cried, cradling his head in her lap and resting her forehead on his.

Sylvie and Jimmy arrived on scene, quickly dropping their gear alongside Hank's unconscious body and tending to him.

Erin clung to Jay in the corner of the room, watching the scene unfold, losing a fighting battle to her tears.

Sylvie shined her flashlight into Hank's eyes, "Sgt. Voight? Can you hear me?"

He didn't make a sound. "He's unresponsive."

Jimmy attached the ECG wires to Hank's chest and after seeing the reading said, "ST elevation. Heart attack."

Sylvie nodded in agreement, checking his pupils.

"We gotta get him in, Jimmy." He nodded and they began to lift Hank onto the backboard when a constant beep erupted from the ECG machine.

"He's crashing! D-fib!"

Sylvie grabbed the defibrillator and charged it, "Clear!"

Hank's body jerked upwards. "Nothing."

"Again, Jimmy!"

"Charging….clear!"

Hank's body jerked again. Erin buried her face into Jay's chest, muffling the sound of her sobs.

"Damn it, Voight. Come on." Jay said in a prayer-like whisper.

The ECG continued to beep, the green line riding straight across the screen with not a single blip.

"Brett...I don't think..."

"Do it again, Borelli!"

"Charging!"

Jimmy placed the paddles on his chest just as Erin broke away from Jay, stepping towards them. "Fight, Hank! Please! I need you! Please, fight!"

"Clear!"

Hank's body jumped.

They all stared intently at the screen. A small blip appeared.

Then another larger one.

Sylvie grabbed her stethoscope and listened to his heart, "I've got a pulse. Its thready but increasing.

"Let's bring him in."

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