DISCLAIMER: I do not own Chicago Med or any of the characters. Season 2 premiere tonight! So ready. Here's the next chapter, and the one after this is when the action is really going to start. Enjoy and review!

Will seemed to be under Maggie's eye the whole day. Every test, biopsy, or conversation he had to try and delay his face to face with Rhodes was interrupted by the nurse. At last it reached a point where, for the first time in his whole medical career, Halstead had no patients and nothing to do.

Will cursed inwardly at the odds that HE was the one that had to try and get the tough, hard Rhodes to open up like a flower. Yet, as he searched the hallways, Will saw no sign of Connor.

Where the hell is this guy? Halstead asked himself, annoyed.

He rounded the corner and found, delightedly, Natalie filling out some paperwork outside of her patient's room.

"Natalie!" he called, walking up to her.

She glanced up to see who had called her name and smiled at the approaching doctor, "Hey Will."

"Listen, sorry to bother you, but have you seen Rhodes by any chance?" he asked.

She made a face, that cute expression where she crinkled her eyebrows, and thought back when she had last seen the surgeon, "Um, last I checked her was running the surgical wing and taking in all trauma cases."

Great, Will inwardly groaned, Now I have to wait on him too?

Alright, thanks Natalie," he said.

"Hey, Will," Natalie called after him as he was making his way to the elevators.

He instantly turned around, "Yeah?"

"Are you on your break right now? Maybe we can go grab a coffee," she offered.

And Will would've loved to have done nothing but that, but he had to find Rhodes or Maggie would have his ass and he'd be out of job with the zero patients that were coming to him.

"Damn, I wish I could," he said, truly apologetic, "Raincheck?"

She smiled, "Sure."

He turned back towards the elevator doors and cursed the world out under his breath.

….

Rhodes practically swiped his face mask off after the surgery he just performed. He was tired, jumpy, dazed, and dizzy. No condition to cut someone open, but he was good at what he did and the patient was going to be fine.

He was about to scrub down when he heard a "Rhodes" being called from outside the hall. The door to the scrub room opened and Halstead walked in.

"Finally, there you are" he said to himself, closing the door behind him.

"Where did I go?" Rhodes asked, confused.

"I've spent 45 damn minutes looking for you in this hospital," he huffed, out of breath from his trek throughout the building, "Didn't even know we had this many floors."

"Well, here I am, I guess," Rhodes said, wiping his wet hands, "Just a trauma surgeon on the surgical floor. Totally unusual."

"It's just-Manning- never mind," Halstead finally caught his breath.

"So, what can I do for you?" Rhodes asked, impatiently, he had other patients.

Will began, "Look, Maggie was worried about you. She thinks there's something wrong with you. She asked me to see if you were alright-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Rhodes cut him off, "Maggie put you to this?"

Halstead nodded, "She's been on my ass about it all day."

Rhodes nodded and began to walk for the door.

"Hey, hey, wait," Will said, confused as to why Connor was leaving, "Where are you going?"

"To see my next patient," Rhodes started to get angry, "Look at me, Will. I'm fine. If I wasn't I wouldn't be here, performing surgery on a patient, and endangering a life like that."

Even though Rhodes knew perfectly well that wasn't true. But he needed everyone to get off of his case.

Will started getting annoyed as well. Rhodes was right, he looked fine. He was acting like the same arrogant, tough-guy surgeon he always was. What did Maggie even mean? Devastating traumas came in all the time, sometimes a few got to us, but we're trained to put our emotions behind us. Maybe a patient riled him up a little, but look at him now. Healthy and perfectly rational.

"Look Connor," Will started, trying to cool his temper, "I'm not the one who's begging hand over foot about your welfare, but some people have some concerns about you-"

Rhodes cut him off, "Then have them come directly to me next time."

He exited the scrub room, leaving a fuming Halstead inside cussing everything out for the second time that day.

…

"Don't ask me for anymore favors," Halstead told Maggie at the nurses' station, hoping for a nice, big trauma to distract him.

"Why?" Maggie asked, disappointed, "Didn't go well?"

"Let's just say our already strained relationship isn't a relationship anymore," Halstead put his head in his hands.

Maggie made a face, knowing something was bothering Rhodes but couldn't tell what. Just then she got an incoming trauma alert on her pager.

"Will, you're up," she nudged Halstead, who lifted his head, "Pedestrian versus automobile, one minute out."

….

When Connor walked in the next morning, he looked back on his uneasy night. For hours he was restless in his small apartment, sleep unable to come to him. He did everything from sweep his messy apartment to reading old medical journals in effort to fall asleep. He barely managed an hour around 5:15 am.

He knew the real reason. Every single time Rhodes closed his eyes his mother plagues his thoughts.

He sipped from his third cup of coffee that morning and said a quick hello to April and Maggie.

"You look lively today," Maggie commented, slightly suspicious.

"Didn't you hear, Maggie? It's Thursday. Traumas are always good on Tuesdays," he joked.

April laughed and playfully said, "That is so bad!"

He smiled and continued onto to the locker rooms.

Maggie slyly asked April after a few minutes, "Hey, April, have you noticed anything off about Connor?"

At first April thought she was joking, but Maggie continued to look at her with that worried expression on her face.

"Rhodes? Didn't you just see him? Yeah, he's the picture of sadness," she sarcastically said.

"I know it doesn't seem like it…" Maggie couldn't back up her claim.

"Mags, that's the happiest I've seen that guy been since he first rode in here doing compressions on a gurney," April pointed out.

"Yeah, I guess you're right…" Maggie agreed, but still not fully convinced.

Something was wrong. And she was going to find out.

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