I read through all your reviews and I'd like to say thanks again for the awesome support! I appreciate it all so much and your support continues to blow me away. Sorry that I couldn't post this chapter sooner. I've been crazy busy. I had to stay up to 4am to get this out to you all.

It seemed like with the last chapter, there were a lot of reviews with similar requests/questions so I'm just going to go over a couple of the main ones for all of you.

-It seems like a lot of you are looking forward to the feelings of Voight, Erin and the other members of Intelligence, which is awesome since that was one of the main reasons that I wrote this story, to delve into the team's family-like-feelings (that was a terrible explanation)...anyways, yes. There will be lots of feels.

-I will not be doing a section with Jay's perspective. I'm not doing this to be evil. I'm just afraid I'll end up revealing a bunch of spoilers I didn't mean to have revealed quite yet ('cause I'm unorganized like that) and secondly, I want you to go through the mystery with Voight and the team. I'm really sorry if that makes you sad. I'll try to have them discover a bit more about Jay's condition in the next chapters, but I won't be revealing anything to you that Voight (or the rest of the unit) doesn't know as well.

I think that covers the two main points. On with the chapter. Please enjoy.

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

(Fortress – Dala)

"For the hundredth time, I just got that text message that told me what to do. Plus, I got a picture, an hour or so ago, not long before I returned to the hospital, as if they were getting impatient. They said to send a reply message with a picture of the detective's body and when I didn't, they sent the photo. I was going to sneak back into the morgue and take it, but the nurses said she survived and I panicked. I don't know anything else! I swear!" Dr. Blanc cried. "Now please find my daughter!"

"This photo?" Ruzek asked, his voice dangerously quiet. He slide the surgeon's phone back over to him, with an image of a ten year girl tied to a chair with duct tape over her mouth. Aside from a small bruise forming on right cheek and clear signs of a lot of tears, she seemed fine.

"Yes, that's my little girl. I- I was going to have her back before her mother even knew about it. I couldn't let her see that picture. She'd freak."

Ruzek pulled out his own phone and tapped it a few times. "What about this photo? Would this make her freak?" He asked, all too calmly, showing Dr. Blanc the photo he had received from Voight not too long ago.

The surgeon cringed and turned his head away, but said nothing.

"His name is Detective Jay Halstead and he's my friend."

"I-" The surgeon gagged. "I know nothing about that."

Ruzek shot to his feet and slammed his hands on the table. "Give me something I can work with! Do you want your damn daughter back?!"

"Yes! Yes!" He sobbed. "Please believe me! I don't know anything."

Ruzek growled. "If I find out you're lying to me and something happens to my friend because of it...I promise, you will never see Shelby again." Without waiting for a response, the detective scooped up the two phones and began to leave the room.

"Wait!" The surgeon called. Ruzek turned around, his hand remaining on the door's handle. "They promised to return her if I killed the female cop. They gave me their word. You- you have to find my daughter."

Ruzek let out an angry breath and stormed out.

"Nothing useful I take it?" Roman asked when Ruzek entered the main room of intelligence. The street cop and Nadia had been continuing to shift through files (keeping in mind the new intel that one of the perps was a woman) ever since Roman came back to the precinct with the surgeon.

Ruzek threw back his head as he plopped down at his desk. "That idiot doesn't know anything. He's just another pawn. Another damn layer."

"Atwater called," Nadia mentioned, trying to raise the spirits. "Erin's fine- well at least as fine as she was before her...episode."

"I'd have reacted the same. If I'd been shot and I came to to see a photo of Bur- my partner like that...I'd lose it."

Nadia and Roman nodded (both at least having a general idea that he and Burgess were an item).

"What do you guys have?" Ruzek asked.

"Less than before, still too much," Roman summarized. "It's not enough."

"Anything on the photo Voight sent us? The one with the man dropping the money."

Nadia shrugged. "Platt called in a favour, got a man called Ranger to help out. He's some kind of technical specialist she knows. Anyways, she's got him to look into that photo and the...other two. So far, nothing."

Ruzek threw his head in his hands. "All this work and we're no closer to finding Halstead."

"It's only been a few hours-" Roman tried.

"To hell with a few hours!" Ruzek snapped, swiping files from his desk as he shot to his feet. "Every damn second we spend looking for him is a second we haven't found him! A second that they- whoever they are- have him!"

"Ruzek, we know," Nadia said quietly.

"If I'm not interrupting..." Platt said, appearing at the top of the stairs. "The tech specialist- Roger or something- he may have gotten something on the photo."

"Which one?" Ruzek asked hopefully. "The perp, Halstead or the Blanc girl?"

"All of them."

"Chicago PD! Open up!"

"Hey now!" came a woman's voice, as she hurriedly opened the door to Full Grey bar. "We don't want any trouble," she promised. "Just put down those guns and come in."

The two detective's did as she requested and entered the bar. The woman, who had bright pink hair and a black biker's jacket, led them to a table and took down the chairs for them. She motioned for them to sit as she sat down herself. They followed suit.

"Y'all are real lucky," she mentioned. "We closed up a few hours ago, but tonight we had some pretty crazy partying. I had to hang around to clean up, was just 'bout finished up."

"I don't know if lucky's a good word," Olinsky muttered.

"Call it what 'cha will. What're two detective's doing at this place at this time of the morning anyway? Don't you guys ever sleep?"

"Not tonight," Voight admitted. "We're looking for a man called Ripper. We heard he frequents this joint."

"Ah, Rip. Yeah I know him. What do you all want with Rip? He up to no good again?"

"What do you mean by 'again'?"

"Cops are always coming around here looking for Rip. You're the second bunch in under a year. I don't know Rip's real name and I ain't seen him since...oh, two nights ago, which is strange. He usually stops by every night."

"When did the last couple cops come by?" Voight asked.

"I dunno, must've been close a good 6 months. You know what, come to think of it...It was the day that the Blackhawks got knocked out of the playoffs by the Kings. There was such a huge mess. Let me check my phone...Hang tight."

"June 1st. Lost 5-4 in Overtime," Olinsky blurted. "I remember that game. I don't usually watch a lot of hockey, but Ruzek insisted for some reason."

Voight smiled. "Of course he did."

"Sounds about right," The woman added.

"Do remember anything about the cops that came to talk to you? Or why they wanted Ripper?"

She shrugged. "Bits and pieces sure. If I saw 'em I might remember them, but I couldn't draw you up a sketch or nothing. I think it was a man and a woman. They were asking about...ugh...they said Rip was involved in a hired hit or some sort of thing."

"Did they say who it was on?"

"Nope, but I do remember that they said that Rip wasn't in any actual trouble. Said as long as he gave them the man of whoever ordered the hit they'd let him go. I asked Rip 'bout it the next day, he said that he was a free man, so I'm guessing they found the guy."

Voight nodded. "Would you be able to come down to the precinct and look at some photos of our officers?"

"Officers? No sir, they were detectives, like you two. Wore street clothes."

"Is that a yes?" Olinsky asked impatiently.

"As I said detective, I don't any trouble. You promise not to tell anyone that I helped and don't put me in your report, I'm all yours."

"We just want Ripper."

"Well then, I'm mostly done here anyways. Let's go."

"Boss!" Ruzek called out when he saw Olinsky and Voight enter the precinct. "We've got something!"

"Good. Us too," Olinsky announced. "This woman may be able to help us find the man who has the surgeon's daughter."

"Well we have something on the photos of the surgeon's girl, Halstead and the other one you sent us. The one with the perp."

"Then Olinsky, you go with Ruzek. I'll see if I can find out anything from the detectives who asked about Ripper six months ago," Voight instructed.

"Okay, follow me," Ruzek said to his partner, leading him off.

Voight went up the stairs with the woman, who had revealed her name to be Elizabeth. He sat her down in the room beside his office and left her to go talk to Nadia.

"Got anything good?"

"Nothing yet. We've narrowed down the list quite a bit thanks to Dawson and Roman's tip, but..." She shook her head sympathetically.

Voight sighed. "I need a list of any hits that were investigated around June 1st."

"How much is 'around'? Are we talking weeks?"

"Closed after a couple days."

"Alright, it'll just take a minute."

"And make sure to only give me the results of partners who worked it, boy and girl."

"I'll get right on it."

"Thank you."

"This is Ranger," Ruzek announced. "He's a friend of Platt's."

"Friend might be stretching it a bit. Let's just say...I owe her."

"Great. What do we got?" Olinsky asked, clearly not caring much. He and Ruzek had entered a small room, which held Roman, Ranger (a short, glasses-wearing man) and a couple computers.

"Well," The short man said. "I started with the photo of your perp and I'm afraid I wasn't of much help their. The face was mostly concealed by the hood, but I was able to polish up the image and get a clear shot of his mouth and facial hair. Of course, there is always the chance that he may have shaven his beard by this point, but I can tell you that this person is male."

"Of course he is. Heaven forbid, we stay at the number of crooks we already have," the older detective groaned.

"Maybe not," Roman suggested. "It's possible it's the same guy who shot Lindsay. There is always the chance that it's another goon, but I doubt this guy's higher up the food chain than the woman Dawson's witness saw."

Olinsky shrugged. "Continue," he sighed.

"Well I printed out a copy with the highest resolution I could. I honestly don't know how much it'll help. It's more to verify than find the guy to be honest," Ranger explained.

Olinsky's face dropped. He had clearly been expecting more.

"Hey wait," Ruzek blurted. "Tell him about the other two."

"Oh yeah. I also compared the backgrounds of the two photos," Ranger admitted, as he popped up the two images on his screens. He zoomed in on a specific portion of the wall. "The wall's pretty much the same in both photos...and by 'pretty much,' I mean damn near identical- I'd bet my life saving's on it being the same wall."

"So, wherever Shelby is- Halstead is?" Olinsky asked hopefully.

"I doubt it," Ranger confessed, moving the focus of the screen to small puddle of blood beneath Halstead and the small pool beneath Shelby Blanc's chair. "Look at these puddles. It's hard to tell, and I could be wrong-"

"Just get on with it," Ruzek moaned.

"Sorry. Anyways, if you look at the photo of your man, the blood looks less dry. Like it's fresh. The puddle in the second photo looks older, dry," the specialist continued. "If I had to guess, they tortured your friend and then packed up, bringing the girl there to urge the surgeon to hurry it up."

"So Halstead's long gone," Olinsky said with yet another sigh.

"Like, I said," Ranger resumed. "That's my guess, but it is possible he's just in a different room."

"I wouldn't bet much on it," the oldest detective stated. "But this does mean that we really need to find this Ripper and now. He knows more about Halstead than we thought."

"It doesn't make much sense though," Roman blurted. "I thought he was hired randomly through the bartender you and Voight talked to."

"So did we."

"Voight?" Olinsky asked as he, Ruzek headed up the stairs to intelligence with Roman at their heels. Their boss had been going down. "Where are you going."

"The cops who went to talk to Elizabeth about Ripper; they were Halstead and Lindsay."

"What?" Roman asked.

"We were still looking into Jin's death at the time, when we got handed the case of the hit of a criminal defence lawyer, Barbra James. In order to continue to work on Jin's case, I assigned just the two of them to the case while we continued investigating Jin," explained Voight

"I remember that," Ruzek added. "They didn't want to stop investigating Jin's death."

The boss nodded. "Nadia's looking up their case files. Ruzek and Roman, you two need to go help her."

"And while you're at it, run our half-face sketch past Elizabeth. See if it rings any bells," suggested Olinsky. "We going to the hospital Voight?"

Voight agreed. "Atwater did say she was due to wake up again soon."

Ruzek and Roman nodded. "Call when you know anything?" Ruzek half asked, half stated.

And with that the four split up.

Voight was sitting at Lindsay's bedside. He'd sent Atwater to join Dawson at the crime scene for a little while. Apparently, Dawson had decided to to do his own little side investigation involving some evidence the CSI's had found. He'd promised to inform Voight, immediately, if it led anywhere.

Olinsky was roaming through the hospital, surely terrorizing some unsuspecting nurse or doctor about the condition of Lindsay. After all, all they knew was that she was stable "for the moment."

"Hank?" came a tired voice.

Shaken from his thoughts, he looked down at Lindsay. Her eyes were closed, but she was conscious.

"Yeah, it's me."

"Strangest thing," she whispered. "I had this terrible nightmare. I was watching TV at Halstead's and someone came in and shot me. Jay...he rushed to help me, but..." she opened her eyes and stared at her father figure. "I fell asleep. I woke up. I fell asleep. I woke up again and still wasn't a nightmare."

Voight put a hand on Erin's. "We will find him Erin. I promise you."

"And if you don't?" she whispered, tears making her eyes look made of glass. "What he becomes an empty desk that just gets filled in time? A photograph that no one wants to look at because it hurts too much? What if he becomes Jules? What if he becomes Jin?"

"Their names do all start will J."

"Voight," she whispered, half laughing, half crying.

"Sorry," he whispered back.

"What if he never makes another sarcastic remark like the one you just made?"

"He will."

"And if he doesn't?!" she cried out. "I have every faith in you. I know you'll try, but what happens if it's not enough this time?"

Voight shook his head a shrugged. "We fight," he decided. He put his face in his hands for a brief moment, then looked Erin in the eye again. "We fight and we fight until they are all dead, until we aren't sure if we hate or love ourselves."

"And then what?" she sobbed softly.

"I don't know Erin," he confessed. "How many years since Camille died and I still don't know what comes next."

She looked at the ceiling, and thought of her partner. "I was his backup. I was in the room with him, and I let him down."

"You're right. You were his backup, but now...Now we all are. So let's find him. Let's get the bastards who did this," he said, giving her hand a light squeeze.

She looked back at Voight. "How?" she asked, motioning to the hospital bed.

"What do remember about a hitman called Ripper?"

"Ripper?"

"June 1st-"

"I remember...I..." she trailed off, taking deep breaths. "He killed Barbra James. She was a lawyer. I remember the case well. We didn't want to take it. We wanted to avenge Jin."

"I remember."

Erin took a heavy breath to regain her composure and grabbed Voight's upper arm with the hand he wasn't holding. "We have to find Jay now."

Yay! I finally finished it. SSSSSOOOO SOOORRRRYYY for the long time it took to update. I'll try to do better. I really did try my best to make it up to you with this episode. There wasn't really any Voight ass kicking, but I put in a touching Erin/Voight, with hints of Linstead scene at the end that hopefully ends to atone for the long time and the cliff hanger (oops). The next chapter will look into a lot of things. They will finally find Shelby Blanc (if they don't it will definitely happen the chapter after). Please forgive any grammatical or spelling errors (I did write this at 3am)

I realized I left Burgess out of my story, if you want me to bring her into it, I can do that (maybe add in some Burzek moments) (is that what it's called?).

Oh, and sorry about the "they do all start with J" line. I literally could not force myself to delete it. So sorry if it's OOC

Anyways, I really hope you liked this chapter. I did my best, please don't hate me for how long it took. I love all you guys so much. Please let me know what you want to see next.

Next Chapter:

Chapter 6: Lost My Strength When You Lost Your Fight