I wasn't going really planning to update again today, but seeing all the reviews, follows and favourites, I decided, I'd do it right away. On the topic of reviews, I'm going to try and answer them all right now (emphasis on try). Erin's condition will be known in this chapter, but since Jay is missing, it is certainly going to take some time (I'll try not to drag it out too long) for us to figure out how he's doing or who has him. Don't worry though, there will be whump for him though. Your wish is my command. :) Just like in a real episode, there are going to be multiple suspects, some may be the culprit, others may be innocent. I said last chapter, I suck with any romance story line, and I don't want to write poorly about such well-made characters. However...I will do my best to put in scenes that suggest that there may be some romantic feelings (like they do in the show)...emphasis on try. I hope that answers any burning questions or concerns. If I missed any please let me know.

By the way, this chapter will contain Chicago Fire characters. You don't strictly need to have watched the show to understand, but it may help. I think it's okay though, they aren't incredibly important to the story.

Chapter 2 Grab Your Gun, Time to go to Hell

(Search and Destroy -30 Second to Mars)

"What do we got?" Burgess asked Dawson, as she and Roman entered Halstead's apartment.

Dawson turned to her. "Where's CSU?"

"On their way," Roman explained. "And don't worry, we warned them that Voight would have their badges if they spoke about this to anyone."

Dawson nodded. "Good. Now follow me." He led the two cops into the next room.

"Oh my god," Burgess gasped. Roman just stared in awe and horror.

To say the room was a mess would be a serious understatement. Nearly every piece of furniture was knocked on it's side or completely broken. One lamp had been shattered and a couple pieces had blood on it. A small framed picture of Halstead and his partner was on the floor. It's glass covering completely shattered and coated in blood.

Dawson picked it up with a gloved hand, shaking his head as he did so. Whoever did this to his friends was going to pay.

"Look at that wall," he said, gently laying the photo back down and pointing with his other hand. He rose to his feet and put his finger beside a small hole in the wall. The carpet beneath it was dyed red from blood. "There's a bullet lodged here. We'll need CSU to check it out, by my money's on it being the one that hit Lindsay."

He walked away from the wall and stood across the room, near it's entrance and raised an invisible gun at the hole in the wall. "Roman stand here." As the male cop did so, Dawson motioned for Burgess to come over to him as he moved halfway between where Roman was and the wall.

"Roman, pretend your shooting at the wall. Let's see...Burgess, you're about Lindsay's height right?"

"More or less."

"We can't know for sure since, we don't know the shooter's height, but Roman's pretty average so...if we can line you two up, we should get a general idea of where Lindsay was when she was hit. CSU will clarify more specifically when they get here," Dawson explained.

Dawson put his index finger on her stomach a little to his right. "Gabby said Lindsay's injury was about here. So..." He moved Burgess so Roman's imaginary gun pointed straight through Burgess's abdomen and into the hole in the wall. She was standing right in front of where the couch would be if it hadn't been knocked over.

"They were probably watching TV when the man took them by surprised," Burgess decided. "She must've staggered back before collapsing against the wall."

"Where was Halstead?" Roman wondered. "If they were both watching TV, why shoot just Lindsay?"

"Maybe he got what he wanted. Lindsay wasn't supposed to be here," Burgess suggested.

"Could be, but look," Dawson corrected. He knelt by a side table that had been knocked over and pointed at two open beer cans laying in front of it (as if they'd fallen off the table when it'd been knocked over in a struggle). "These two beer cans...there's hardly any beer spilt out of them. They were probably empty, but if you look over there..." He pointed at two more cans laying on the floor by the doorway that led to the kitchen.

"They were full," Roman observed. "There's beer spilt all over the carpet there."

"Halstead must've gone to get more beer. The shooter took the opportunity and took out Lindsay," Dawson explained. "Halstead dropped the cans in shock and that's likely when the fight ensued."

"But why not shoot Halstead too? Why fight him? The perp had a gun," Roman asked. "He must've been here for Halstead. Lindsay's collateral."

"You mean to say that someone was smart enough to successfully take down two intelligence detectives, but dumb enough to not wait until his target was alone?" Dawson asked. "Either this bastard is the luckiest man alive and just happened to walk in while Halstead was getting a beer, or, more likely, he waited for him to leave. If he's that patient, why not wait for Halstead to be alone? It's not like Lindsay was living here. She'd leave eventually."

"So...?" Roman asked. "This guy wanted to shoot Lindsay and take Halstead? Why not shoot them both or take them both?"

"This guy knew what he wanted," Burgess added. "He only fired one shot. Took out Lindsay as fast as possible...That says he's efficient, but a fight with Halstead...if he was truly efficient, why not bring a taser or something to subdue him?"

Dawson sighed. "That, I don't know. However, I think it was just one man. It would explain why he didn't take Lindsay also. He wasn't strong enough to take both of them. He needed one of them for god-knows-what, but he couldn't take them both."

"Yet he still came when they were both here. The only reason he would do that..." Burgess thought aloud.

"To inflict maximum pain," Dawson blurted. "Think about it; he wants to cause pain...or he wants to distract us. He only needed one, but why not kill two birds with one stone? It's like a handicap. We're down an extra two men. Lindsay because she's in the hospital and Atwater, because he's checking up on her."

"Not to mention, how mad Voight's got to be. Lindsay and him are close," Burgess added.

"What if this isn't about Halstead at all?" Roman guessed. "What if it's all about Voight? Our perp wants to inhibit his performance so he removes two detective's from the equation, plus god-knows-what he wants with Halstead. Not to mention, Voight's in pain because Lindsay's in the hospital."

"It's a bit of a stretch, but it's definitely a place to start. Besides, Voight has way more enemies than Halstead and Lindsay. So it's more probable."

"I'll call Voight," Dawson decided. "Let him know what we think. Roman, you stay here, babysit the CSI's. Burgess, I need you to do something." He grabbed a notepad and pen from his pocket and scribbled an address down on it. "Justin and Olive. They're Voight's family. If this is about Voight, we can't take any chances. Keep them safe. At any cost. Do you understand?"

"Of course."

"If anything happens to them-"

"I've got it Dawson. I'll keep them safe."

"Good."

"We could be wrong," Dawson admitted.

"No," Voight sighed. "As much as I hate to say it, I think you could be right. Hopefully, you're not, but if you are..."

"We need to find Halstead now," Dawson finished. "Burgess is going to get Olive and Justin now. She'll keep them safe. That is if..." he trailed off.

"If they haven't already been taken. I doubt they're in any danger yet. Not a lot of people know that Justin's back in town or that Olive's pregnant. Still, it's a good call to get Burgess to watch them."

"I'm going to the firehouse. I'd like to talk to Mills and Brett, figure out what they saw. I'm going to call Ruzek and Olinksy, see if they can get a hold of the 9-1-1 call that may have saved Lindsay's life."

Voight paused. "Have you heard from Atwater?"

Dawson laughed, "There's no way in hell, he'd call me before you. He's not stupid."

Voight nodded. "He'd better."

"If I may ask..." Dawson began hesitantly. "What are you up to?"

"Asking around," he replied vaguely.

"Well that explains everything," Dawson grumbled sarcastically. "Forget I asked. I'll call you after I talk to Mills and Brett."

"You do that Dawson."

By the time Dawson arrived at the firehouse, it was nearing 4am, three hours since he Gabby had called him. Three hours since the man he'd brought into intelligence (what seemed like forever ago) had been taken by the same maniac that had shot another one of his friends...well, friend didn't quite cover it. Everyone in the unit (even the newly added Atwater) was family.

And that bastard was threatening that family. He would pay.

"Antonio," called Matthew Casey, as he approached the detective. "Gabby told me that Lindsay was shot. I'm assuming you're here to see Mills and Brett about the call. Follow me."

The lieutenant lead him through the fire house. They were stopped by the squad lieutenant, Kelly Severide.

"Have you heard anything?" He asked. "How is she?"

"I don't know yet. I got a call saying she's out of surgery, but no one's come to talk to our detective yet."

"Then he should talk to them!" Severide shouted.

Casey put a hand on his friend's shoulder. "I'm sure he's moving heaven and earth for information. Now, Antonio needs to talk to Mills and Brett. I'm sure he'll let you know when he knows anything."

Severide sat back down with a sigh and Casey continued to lead Dawson through the house. "Sorry, he's just...he and Lindsay used to date and...well..since we lost Shay...he really can't lose anyone else."

"We can't lose her either," Dawson assured him.

"I don't doubt that for a second. Ah! Here they are! Brett! Mills! Antonio's here to talk to you about Erin Lindsay."

"Of course," Brett said, motioning for Dawson to sit next to the two paramedics.

"I'll leave you to it then," Casey announced.

"Wait Casey," Dawson called.

"Yeah?"

"Could you let Gabby know I'm here? I need to talk to her later."

"Of course," the lieutenant said before leaving.

"Alright, so," Dawson began. "Could you tell me what happened?"

"We got the call, didn't recognize the address," Brett started. "We showed up and the door was wide open. If I had to guess, I'd say it was picked."

"That was my guess too," Dawson agreed.

"The place was a mess," Mills explained. "And Lindsay...I didn't even recognize her at first...she was just in a slump up against the wall, unconscious. GSW to the abdomen. Bullet went clean through. She was still in pretty bad shape."

"Did you notice anything else?" Dawson asked.

"About her injury?" Brett wondered.

"No. I mean...was there any sign of another person?"

"Besides the mess?"

Dawson sighed. "Did anything stand out as odd?"

"Not really," Brett admitted.

"Well," Mills muttered. "I didn't think much about it then, but now that you ask, there was something."

"What?"

"Lindsay didn't have any blood on her hands. That alone was strange, you'd think she'd put pressure on the wound. It's possible she was in shock, but..." he trailed off.

"But what?" The detective urged.

"There were bloody handprints on her face and her, like someone had grabbed her face."

"As if they were trying to strangle her?"

Mills shook his head. "It was like this. If I may..." Dawson nodded and Mills put his hands on the detective's face and neck, removing them quickly after.

"Like someone was trying to kiss her?" Brett suggested, in a grossed out tone.

"Or trying to shake her so she'd regain consciousness," Mills added.

"Jay..." Dawson cursed under his breath.

"Huh? The detective who arrested Clarke?" Mills blurted.

Dawson ran a hand through his hair. "He was there. It was his place. He's missing."

"I'm so sorry," whispered Brett.

"That would explain it. He could've put pressure on her wound for her, then woken her up when she was losing consciousness," Mills added.

"I guess, but when?" Dawson wondered. "He would've fought the guy as soon as he entered the room ans saw him. And the suspect clearlt won, because he took Halstead."

"Maybe Halstead beat the guy then went to Lindsay and while he had all his attention on her, the perp got back up and took out your guy."

Dawson laughed, "Should've been a cop Mills."

Mills smiled, but shook his head.

"Or..." Dawson wondered. "What if the guy shot Lindsay and ran out of the room? Halstead heard the shot, saw her, dropped the beer and ran to her, ignoring any threat, only focussed on his partner. Then when he has his back turned...That bastard went back into the room to hit Halstead from behind."

"It's likely Lindsay would've remained conscious for a couple minutes with her injury," Brett suggested. "Maybe she warned him at the last moment and that's when the fight ensued. Halstead might've been able to mostly dodge the blow that was intended to knock him out."

"It would explain how Halstead lost the fight, if the other guy got in a cheap first hit," Dawson agreed. "He was experienced. He didn't bring a taser, because he planned to pistol whip Halstead on the back of the head."

Mills smiled. "Glad to be of service."

The alarm chimed, calling ambulance 61 to a scene.

"That thing goes off at the most ridiculous times," the male paramedic grumbled, before leading Brett out of the room. "You know where to find us if you have more questions."

Dawson sighed and called up Voight on his phone, explaining the new theory they'd developed.

Voight listened quietly. "Again, it's a good theory Dawson. I just wish we had more than theories," he admitted.

"I do too Voight, but this guy's a pro. We may never get more than theories. How's it going on your end?"

"People are giving me names of people to talk to and then they give me more names. So, nothing yet, but Al called. The 9-1-1 call came from an anonymous caller. Woman said she heard gun shots and to send an ambulance then hung up. They're trying to find her now."

"Good to know. I'll wrap it up here and head back to the crime scene. Any further word from Atwater?"

"Not yet. I'll call when I do."

"Okay," Antonio said as his boss hung up.

"Casey told me you wanted to see me?" Gabby called, entering the room.

Dawson leaned his head back. "Yeah," he whispered.

"Hey, 'tonio," she said soothingly, as she pulled a chair in front of his. She put a hand on his knee. "Lindsay's going to get better."

He put his face in his hands. "I just feel so useless."

"Well, you're not. You're piecing it together. You'll figure it out."

"And what if I can't do it fast enough? I need to solve this now."

"I know it feels that way-"

"No," Dawson interrupted. "Every second I don't solve this is a second that they do god-knows-what to Jay."

"Jay?"

"Yeah," he whispered, finally making eye contact with his sister. "He was with Lindsay. He's missing."

"Oh my god," She gasped. She took a deep breath. "You'll...you'll find him."

"I brought him into intelligence. If they hurt him...It's on me."

"You really want to go down that road?" Gabby asked boldly. "If you're to blame, so am I. I was his mission that led to you getting him into intelligence."

"Gabby..."

The firefighter looked straight at her brother. Tears were threatening to fall from his eyes. "You will find him, or your name isn't Antonio Dawson. Remember when you got shot? Against all the odds, your team found Pulpo. You aren't alone. Just like this firehouse, intelligence is a family. You will find the bastards that did this and you will find Jay."

"I hope you're right."

Gabby smiled. "I am."

The moment was interrupted by the ringing of Antonio's cell phone. He smile awkwardly. "I gotta..."

"Just find him," she demanded with a smile, before leaving her brother.

"Dawson," he answered.

"Dawson, it's Atwater."

"You found out what happened to Lindsay?!" he practically shouted, jumping to his feet. "How is she?"

"Dawson..." the newer detective whispered. "She...uh...she..."

"Spit it out Atwater!"

"You might want to sit down..."

Wow, this turned out longer than expected...I kind of feel bad about the cliff hanger, so I'll try to upload the next part soon. And by the way, I wrote this around midnight, because I really wanted to get this out for all of you as soon as possible. I really hope you like it. It's not the best, and I'm not a cop or paramedic, so I'm reeeeally sorry if the theories are illogical and way out of left field...I try so hard to please, but I'm not nearly as good as some of the other writers on this site. Oh! Sorry if the scene with Gabby and Antonio is OOC, but I enjoy writing sappy family scenes...so...yeah...

And sorry for all the sorry's. Haha, I'm canadian can you tell? No, seriously, I'm canadian and I apologize WAAAAY to much. Anywho, I hope you enjoyed, please let me know what you think and what you'd like to see next. Next chapter will be about Voight.

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Chapter 3: Take Me Down To The Fighting End