Sorry this update took so long. I did write in a scene that you guys requested at the end, so I hope it makes up for how long it took. Thanks again for the heart-warming reviews, you all make my day every time I check my reviews...and 47 follows and 17 favs?! I'm blown away! I love you all and I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 4: I Think I'm Moving, But I Go Nowhere

(Stop and Stare – One Republic)

"And you're sure you didn't hear anything? The caller claimed to have heard gunshots. Surely, you heard something."

"I was wide awake all night hun, and I didn't hear any more than a peep."

"Alright thank you," Dawson repeated for what was surely the one hundredth time that day. "Make sure to call in if you remember anything that might be useful."

"Sure thing hun," The elderly woman in room 208 replied before shutting her door.

Dawson sighed and turned to the right. Roman, to the detectives surprise, was standing there.

"That's it for this floor," The cop announced.

"That was fast," Dawson confessed.

"Well a lot of people simply didn't recognize the voice. Many weren't home, and one guy just wanted nothing to do with me."

"Roman. If they shut the door in your face, you shove it open into theirs. If they know anything, we need their help. Halstead needs our help."

Roman nodded. "You're right, I'll go back over the room."

"I'll go with you. Lead the way."

The two walked down the hall and stopped in front of a room labelled 202. "It was a tall guy. Slammed the door right in my face and told me to bugger off when he saw my badge."

"And you didn't think that that was suspicious."

"Of course I did, but I don't have a warrant or any kind of way to make him talk to me."

Dawson sighed. "Lindsay was shot. Halstead is missing. You make him talk to you. Screw warrants. Whatever it takes."

Roman nodded, then knocked on the door. A white man with short, brown hair loomed over the pair. He was at least 6''4 and in his mid-20's.

"Thought I told you to bugger off pipsqueak," the man snapped.

Both the Roman and Dawson's hands went to their guns at the sight of the aggressive man. "Yeah well," Dawson said with a shrug. "I didn't really care."

Roman nodded. "Look, we really need to know if you help us."

"Well sorry, but I can't," the man growled as he moved to shut the door.

He stopped when he realized that Dawson was pointing a gun right at him. "Close that door and I will put every bullet in my clip into it."

The man's tough expression slipped off his face. "We don't want any trouble. She called 9-1-1 like she's supposed to. She shouldn't get punished for that."

Roman shook his head. "One of our guys is missing, another is in the hospital. If you help us find them we really don't care what kind of life you lead." He looked to Dawson, who nodded reassuringly.

"Honest," The detective promised.

The man sighed. "Fine, come in."

He lead the two men into the apartment and shut the door behind them. Once they were all sitting down around his dining table he resumed talking.

"What's your name?" Roman asked.

"David. David Jeffery."

"I'm Officer Roman and this is Detective Dawson with the intelligence unit."

"Now," Dawson began. "Tell us about what happened."

"I was working late, stayed until 2 in the morning. I honestly just got home less than three hours ago. We needed the extra cash, Cassidy and I. She was at home alone. She was supposed to be at rehab, but she backed out last minute."

"Cassidy? She you're girlfriend?"

"No. She's just friend. She's made some bad choices, but she's trying to turn it all around. Thought I'd let her stay with me until she'd gotten on the clean and narrow. It's...it's been taking a while."

Dawson nodded. "My unit, we know a lot about that kind of thing. She's not going to be in any trouble as long as she tells us all about earlier tonight."

David nodded. "I'll go get her." He walked away and returned a minute later with a girl, also in her mid-20's, with long black hair. She had shaky hands and kept wiping sweat off of her forehead.

"Is she going through withdrawal?" Roman blurted.

David helped Cassidy to her seat before turning back to the two men. "She's trying really hard to get clean and keep it a secret. She just graduated law school and she's terrified of screwing that up. That's why she bailed on rehab. She's downright paranoid," he added with a sarcastic smile.

The girl nodded, smiling slightly. "Y-yeah."

Dawson sighed. "I'm sorry you have to go through this."

"D-don't. It's- It's my mess. I gotta fix it."

The detective nodded. "Well Cassidy, tell us about the 9-1-1 call that you made last night."

"W-Well...I-It was around 1am. I-I think. I h-heard a noise." With a shaky hand, Cassidy pointed to her window. "From outside. I went to check it out. I thought- I thought I was imagining it. I wasn't. There was a big car. A van. A-A black SUV. This man. He came out with a strange looking gun. I-It was small, but long.

"Like a pistol with a silencer?"

"M-Maybe. I-I don't know...I-I was just s-so scared."

"Did he see you?" Dawson asked.

"I-I don't think so. I-I couldn't even see his face. It was real dark, but I saw- I saw the gun."

"So you called the cops?"

She shook her head, tears beginning to fall from her eyes. "I thought- I thought he was coming for me."

"Why would you think that?"

Cassidy gulped. "I- I owe some people."

The two men nodded. "But he wasn't here for you," Roman concluded.

She shook her head again. "But- But I didn't know that. I-I just- I just decided it was b-best to run- to get out. So, I-I went to the safe."

"It's where I keep some emergency money," David explained. "In case anyone from her past does come. She's supposed to get the cash and run."

Cassidy nodded. "I-I was s-so shaky, it took me a couple minutes to o-open it, but I did, I shoved the money in my pockets and I- I ran for the door, but as I did, he got off the elevator. I ducked b-back inside. I grabbed my phone to call- to call..." She took a deep breath to calm herself. "I- I called David, but he didn't- he didn't pick up. I called again and again and again. That's when I realized he couldn't have been after me. He- He would've got be by then. So...so I opened my door and saw the guy leaving. He was waiting at the door."

"What?" Dawson exclaimed.

"That's- That's what I thought, so I kept watching quietly. After a minute or so, A woman came up. And-"

"A woman?" Roman repeated. "Are you sure?"

She nodded frantically. "Absolutely. I didn't get a good look at her face, but- but she was definitely a she."

Dawson and Roman shared a shocked look. "Continue."

"There's- There's not much else to say," Cassidy admitted. "She was had long hair, and was d-definitely a she, but that's- that's all I could tell."

"What happened next?" Roman asked.

"S-She...H-he lead her into the apartment. A bit later she left. Then- Then he followed, carrying a guy. I- I couldn't see what he looked like. It was real dark, but i-it's pr-probably your guy right? Your friend?"

Dawson nodded.

"I-I'm sorry," she confessed. "I- I don't know where they went, but- but I-"

"Why did you say that you heard gunshots?" Dawson asked. "Not a kidnapping?"

"I- I went to check out the a-apartment. I-" she looked around as if she was embarrassed. "I thought maybe- maybe they had some- some...some...some..."

"You thought it was drug related and you wanted some," Dawson summarized.

Tears were streaming Cassidy's face. "L-look at me. I- I'm a wreck. I- I just w-wanted a- a w- way to make it easier, I- I didn't want t-to get high or nothing."

Dawson sighed. "And you saw Lindsay bleeding out."

"I- I didn't touch her. I- I didn't want to make it worse. I just ran out of there and called 9-1-1."

"You didn't mention the kidnapping?"

"I was afraid there'd be some big-name unit bursting down our door, if I c-called in a kidnapping. I j-just didn't want the lady to d-die. She's-She's okay right?"

Dawson sighed again. "I don't know. Look. Here's my card. You ever need more help getting clean you call that number. We won't write a report on this, just...just call in everything next time okay?"

She nodded. "Th-thank you."

"Roman," Dawson instructed as they made their way out of the apartment. "I need to call Voight and everyone else. You should go to the hospital, see if Atwater needs anything...or knows anything. He should also know that we're looking for a woman."

"You think she was orchestrating all this?" the cop wondered.

"I really hope so."

Roman paused. "Why do you say that?"

"'Cause if she's not, then this crime has even more tiers. Let's just hope that this is as high as it goes. If this goes much higher..."

"We might never catch them all."

Dawson let out a heavy breath. "We may never find Halstead."

"Yeah," Atwater said. "The doctor's say we can afford to be 'cautiously optimistic.'"

"I see," Voight sighed. "When do they say she's to wake up?"

"Any minute now, but they were very insistent that we keep in mind that her waking up doesn't mean she's out of the woods."

"I'll keep that in mind. Call me back as soon as she wakes up."

"Yes sir."

"Oh, and Atwater..." Voight paused. "I'm sending you something right...now. I'm sending it to everyone in the unit. Whatever you do, don't show it to Erin."

Atwater raised an eyebrow. "Why? What is-"

Gunshots rang out through the halls of the hospital. Atwater shot to his feet from his chair, by Erin's side.

"What the hell was that Atwater?" Voight demanded.

"I don't- I'll call you back in a sec."

"Damn it Atwater!" Voight called out, but it was a moot point. Atwater had put his phone down on Erin's bedside table and rushed off.

Atwater had his gun drawn as he exited the hallway. He grabbed the arm off a scared nurse as she ran past him.

"Which way?" He demanded.

She pointed down the hall. "About five rooms down." Atwater thanked the nurse and let her continue on her way, as he headed down to the source of the gunshots. He checked each room as he went. Soon, he entered one, gun drawn, and found himself pointing his gun at a man who was holding a woman at gunpoint.

"Don't move!" The man screamed.

"Please," the woman sobbed. "Don't hurt me. I'm due to be released tomorrow!"

"Shut up!" The man yelled.

Atwater looked at the woman. "What is your name?"

She sobbed, "Lisa."

The man looked from Atwater to Lisa frantically, clearly confused by the way they ignored him.

"Why are you in the hospital Lisa?"

"I- I was in a car accident. I'm almost all better. They just- They just wanted to be careful."

"My name is Kevin and I'm going to get you out of this okay?"

"Why are you ignoring me?!" The man screamed.

Atwater looked at the man. "Because your name is Richard Blanc and you're here to kill the detective you thought you finished off in the OR a few hours ago. You're only doing what you have to do to save your daughter. You don't want to kill the detective, but you feel you have no choice. You have a choice with Lisa here. You won't actually kill her."

The surgeon stared in awe for a moment. "I- I- No! I will do whatever it takes to save Shelby! She's my daughter!"

"And Lisa? Do you think she isn't someone's daughter?"

"M-My mother's dead. I'm all my father has. Please. He can't lose me too," Lisa sobbed.

"Let her go, Richard. She doesn't need to be here," Atwater insisted.

"They'll kill Shelby!"

"My unit is working on it right now. They'll get her back, but not if you hurt that detective. Her name is Erin Lindsay and she's like a daughter to the man trying to find your daughter. Come with me, and you can help us find your daughter."

"I- I can't."

"You can. Besides, do you really think they'll just give her back to you? These guys, they're professionals. Your daughter is just one more variable. They will kill her once you kill detective Lindsay."

Richard Blanc began to cry as he let Lisa go. She ran off immediately.

"I just want her back," he sobbed as he dropped to his knees.

"I know," Atwater said softly as he placed his cuffs around the man's wrists. He lead the man out the room.

"Detective Atwater!" Roman called. "Dawson to see if you needed anything but..." he surveyed the surroundings. "...I guess not."

Atwater chuckled. "I should go back to Lindsay, so if you could take him to the precinct it'd be a big help. You should also let Voight know we have him."

"Sure thing. Just one question. Who is he?"

The detective sighed, "Dr. Richard Blanc. Ruzek can explain the rest."

Roman nodded and took off with the surgeon, while Atwater returned to Lindsay's room. He froze when he entered.

She was kneeling on the floor, tangled in her blanket (from half-falling, half-jumping out of her bed). Her hospital gown was red where she had been shot. She'd surely reopened the wound. Tears were streaming down her face as she frantically punched numbers into Atwater's cell phone, which she clutched like a life-line.

"Whatever you do, don't show it to Erin." Voight's words ran through Atwater's head.

He knelt down in front of Lindsay and tried to take the phone from her. She abruptly pulled it closer to her.

"Lindsay, you're hurt," he tried.

"He's not picking up," she murmured as she resumed dialling.

"Who? Voight?"

"No. He-" She trailed off as she pressed the phone against her ear and waited in silence.

"Lindsay, who are you calling?" Atwater asked after a pause

"No," she cried, pulling the phone away from her ear. "I-I-I'm calling Jay. He's not picking up."

Atwater began to speak, but froze when she showed him the thing that Voight that had sent him. It was the photo of Jay hanging by his hands, with the warning written in red marker.

Lindsay began to sob uncontrollably as Atwater wrapped his arms around her.

"Tell me it's not real."

As the nurses and doctors rushed into the room, Atwater said nothing. As they took Lindsay from his arms and placed her and wheeled her back off, he said nothing. It wasn't until the messy room was completely silent that he finally spoke.

"It's not real," he whispered.

But it was more of a foolish prayer for his own sake than an answer to her question.

Alright, so that took forever to figure out how to write. I'm sorry it took so long and it's probably not my best work, but I hope you liked it. I don't know if that last scene was OOC on Erin's part, but I just really wanted to give you guys the completely heart-broken reaction I think you all wanted.

In case there's any confusion, Erin woke up while Atwater was gone and saw the photo that Voight had sent. She fell of her bed trying to stand up and began frantically calling Jay, hoping it wasn't real.

Let me know if you're still confused (I did write this at midnight) and I'll try to clear it up. Let me know what you guys thought and what you want next. Next chapter is Voight and Olinsky finding Shelby Blanc. Ruzek and Nadia will also be able to greatly narrow the list thanks to Dawson and Roman's discovery and maybe more of Erin's grief. We'll see what you all want.

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Chapter 5: They'll Fall Down, But You'll Fall First