So here it is, the 7th chapter (technically it's called "Don't Want To Go Down Like The Setting Sun," but I had to change it a little bit to make it fit into the chapter title spot). I did my best to get it out by today, so I hope you all enjoy it, because your reviews continue to make my days.

By the way, I know just about nothing about bombs, (expect from what I kind of remember from cop shows) so it may be way off. So I'm sorry if what I wrote was completely inaccurate.

Chapter 7: Don't Want To Go Down Like The Setting Sun

(Renegade – Daughtry)

"Why don't we just enter already?" Atwater groaned. The entire team had been ready to burst into the warehouse for a good 15 minutes and had grown increasingly uneasy with each second that Voight delayed their entrance.

"The place could be wired," Voight said (for what was surely the one-hundredth time in the past 15 minutes).

"Why would it be wired?" Roman asked. "How do they plan on getting in and out if the place is wired?"

"I'm just taking precautions."

"By calling in someone from outside the unit? Weren't you the one who demanded we keep this all in house?" The cop mumbled.

Voight's glare intensified, but it was Olinsky who spoke up. "I met Jasmine Rines while serving in Italy. She was also serving our country, but as an explosives specialist. Since returning, she has been working Bomb Squad in New York. She's in Chicago on vacation, visiting friends. I trust her with my life and we're lucky to have her."

Roman sighed. "Still..." he whispered.

Dawson spoke up, preventing the cop from shoving his foot any further into his mouth. "Voight, you're not holding back some sort of information from us. Right?"

Voight looked straight at Dawson. "You questioning my ability to lead this team Dawson?"

"No sir," he said sternly, with both obedience and defiance. "I'm questioning your ability to be a part of this team."

The two stared at each other so intensely that no one spoke. Roman, Atwater and even Olinsky were all dead silent.

The tense silence was interrupted by the sound of a large pick-up truck. It slid into the warehouse parking lot in one of the worst parking jobs that Voight had ever seen. A woman hopped out of the driver's seat. She had long black hair, done up in a high ponytail and tan skin. She wore camouflage khakis and an army green tank top. She was also sporting a set of dog tags.

"Alvin," She called out, sauntering towards her old friend with a big smile. "Long time no see."

He smiled in return. "Good to see you too Jasmine. You remember Voight right? From the last time you visited?"

She nodded, shaking the sergeant's hand. "Wouldn't forget him. You leave quite the impression. And let me guess..." she continued, turning to Roman. "You're the crazy partner?"

Olinsky chuckled. "No. The 'crazy partner' isn't here. That's Officer Roman and the two beside him are Detectives Atwater and Dawson."

The bomb tech shook the hands of all three of them before turning back to Olinsky and Voight.

"Remind me again why I'm here. I know your guy's missing, but why did you need me again?" She asked.

"We want to make sure the warehouse isn't going to blow us up when we enter."

"Makes sense. Just let me grab my supplies from my truck." She headed over to her truck and grabbed a large dark green bag from the trunk. With that she headed over to the door and crouched down, placing her bag on the ground.

For a minute or so, she just searched around the door, checking for any sign of wires or explosives. After she was satisfied that there were none on the outside she pulled out a small mirror on a stick, bent at a specific angle (the kind people use to see around corners and such).

"Okay, so I'm going to open this door a very small amount, just enough to get the mirror in. There is the risk that it'll set off the bomb, but it's an incredibly small risk. Usually, explosives wired to doors have a small bit of leeway in order to make sure the bomb triggers properly. Either way, you might all want to take a step back."

The men all stepped back and slowly, she opened the door a couple centimetres. When the door didn't explode, she looked up and down, examining the crack in the doorway. She stopped when she spotted a small wire. Then, she slipped the mirror through, a little lower than the wire. Then she titled it so that (without moving the door) she was able to see the bomb. After examining for a minute or so, she stepped back, removing the mirror and (very carefully) closing the door.

"The good news is; we're not dead. The bad news is; it is wired," she announced.

The entire team looked at Voight. They'd all figured that he'd just been overly cautious and there was nothing on the other side of the door. Now, they all had the same feeling Dawson had had earlier; Voight was hiding something from them.

"It's a very basic charge, using C4. I could diffuse it in my sleep...as long as I was sleeping inside the building. This bomb is the bare minimum necessary to rig up this door. Fortunately, the bomb didn't appear to spread out to anything beyond the door, but I'd bet they rigged up all the other entrances."

"Then maybe they missed the windows," Atwater suggested. "If it's the bare minimum, probably means they're either new to using explosives and didn't think the windows or they were in a rush and didn't have the time."

"I guess," Jasmine admitted. She threw her bag over her shoulder and headed over to the nearest window and looked it over. After a bit, she turned back to the team and smiled. "We're good to go."

"Good," Dawson said, picking up a fair sized rock from the ground. "Get back."

"Are you out of your mind?" Jamine cried out, as quietly as she could force herself to, while rushing over to the others. "What if there's a charge on the inside of the room? What if it's activated by a motion sensor? If it was rigged right, you could light this whole place up!"

Voight agreed. "We need to be cautious about this." He remembered what Lindsay had said: 'He loved to test different kinds of trigger mechanisms. Weight, light, touch, heat, you name it. He just loved all of it.'

"Damn it Voight," Dawson growled. "We need to find Halstead now. You either tell us what you're hiding or I'm throwing this rock."

Voight sighed, "I didn't want to tell you. I wanted to make sure you kept yourselves focussed."

"I think the guilt is getting to your head," Dawson snapped. "Since when does keeping information from your own team help them stay focussed?"

Olinsky stepped in between the two. "Let's calm down. We all want the same thing here. Voight, just tell them already."

Dawson relaxed a bit, crossing his arms and leaning back a small bit.

Voight let out an angry sigh, but then he went on to tell them. "Lindsay told me that Ripper has a thing for explosives. Especially different types of triggers. Weight, light, touch, heat...motion."

"But...that means he was probably in a rush. If he enjoys all that so much, he must've been in a rush to put such a basic bomb on the door right?" Roman asked.

Jamine shrugged. "That's an awfully big assumption isn't it?"

"Halstead doesn't have time for us to debate," Dawson decided and before anyone could stop him, he threw the rock straight through the window. The whole team ducked, but there was no explosion.

"Dawson!" Voight barked as he (and the rest of the group) rose to their feet.

Dawson didn't respond though. He just walked over to the building. He used his gun to scrape away the rest of the glass from the window's frame. Then he turned back to his team.

"You coming?"

They all jut stood there, paralyzed in shock from the reckless actions of Antonio Dawson. It was Jasmine who eventually spoke up.

"At the very least I should go in," she decided.

"We're all going in," Voight announced in a bitter tone.

The warehouse looked like any other warehouse (aside from the doors being wire up with C4, of course). Jasmine checked here and there for more explosives, but found none. The team agreed that Ripper was surely in a rush when he left. That left them with the question of why.

After wandering throughout the warehouse for about five minutes, they found a door labelled EXTRA SUPPLIES. Jasmine checked the door and found it good to go. They entered the room and saw a medium sized from, about the size of a large living room, filled with boxes.

In the middle of the room was a small platform (only a couple inches off the ground) coated with dried blood. On top of the platform was a chair. Tied to that chair was Shelby Blanc, looking exactly as she had in the photo. Duct tape still covered her mouth. She squirmed uneasily when she saw the group.

"Shelby Blanc?" Atwater asked as he walked up to the chair. "My name is Kevin and I'm with the police and we're here to help you. Now, I'm going to remove this from your mouth. It might hurt a bit okay?"

She nodded as tears fell from her eyes. She let out a small yelp as Atwater removed the duct tape from her mouth.

Meanwhile, Jasmine roamed throughout the room, checking out the boxes that surrounded the room.

"Are you okay?" He asked as he began untying her hands and feet.

"Y-Yeah," she whimpered.

"Alright. We're going to get you out of here okay? Then we'll need to ask you some questions okay?"

She nodded. "O-Okay." She sobbed and hugged Atwater as soon as she was free. He rose to his feet, picking her up and went to step off the small platform.

"Atwater wait for a second," Olinsky insisted calmly. The younger detective stopped moving. "Something seems off."

"Like it's too easy?" Roman asked.

"I think I know why," Jasmine announced. She was lying on her side, on the floor, looking underneath the platform. "Atwater don't move a muscle. If you step off this platform, you will blow us all to shreds."

Shelby whimpered. "It's okay," Atwater promised, holding her a little tighter.

"Can you diffuse it?" Voight asked.

"Well yes, but then...Atwater would get loaded full of bullets."

Everyone turned to her, confused.

She continued. "I didn't notice them at first, but there are wires running away from the bomb and over to the boxes."

The group looked around them. From the platform, six wires stretched out in six different directions, like they extended from the tips of a six-sided star.. They all headed into the boxes. Just above where each of the wires headed into the boxes, was a box with a small hole in it.

"I looked through those holes," she explained as she stood up. "There are AK-47's inside each of those boxes. If I had to guess, I'd say the holes were made so whoever made this set-up could use lasers to ensure accuracy. If I diffuse the bomb, those guns will unload on Atwater and that little girl, and they won't miss."

"Guys," Atwater hissed, "It's okay Shelby. It's okay."

"Sorry," whispered the bomb tech. Then she, Voight, Olinsky, Roman and Dawson clumped together by the door to the room.

"What happens if we cut the wire to one of the guns?" Voight asked quietly.

"The bomb will go off," Jasmine explained in a whisper.

"What if you diffuse the bomb and they jump off," Roman asked.

"They wouldn't have the time," Jasmine insisted. "However...Do any of you guys have a pocket knife. I need to cut open one of those boxes, see the wiring. I need to be sure."

Dawson grabbed one from it's holster on the front of his thigh. Jasmine took it with a "thank you" and headed over to one of the boxes with a hole in it. She cut into the side of the box, as gently as possible. She cut open a small open, 5cm by 5cm.

"Does anyone have a-"

She was cut off by Dawson handing her a flashlight.

She smirked. "Well aren't you handy," she said as she shone the light into the small hole. A minute later she pulled away.

"Well, guys, we're in luck," she announced.

Atwater looked at Shelby, who was still crying into his shoulder. "See? We're going to be okay."

"It's a pretty simple design- the way the guns are wired. If we were to cut the main wire running across the floor, it would neutralize the gun."

"I thought that would set of the bomb," Olinsky wondered.

"Well, it would, but not if I were to diffuse the bomb at the exact same time."

They all stared at her.

"I'll isolate the wire I need to cut to diffuse the bomb, and as soon I'm good to go, I'll count down from three. On one, I cut diffuse the bomb and you all cut the wires to the guns. Bam. No problem."

"Except one," Dawson pointed out. "There are six guns. Me, Voight, Dawson and Roman. That's four people."

"Atwater could cut one," Jasmine said. "As long as he stays on the platform- the sensor won't trigger the bomb. He just has to cut the wire closer to the platform."

Atwater gently placed Shelby down. "Don't move okay?" She nodded. He knelt down at the edge and touched the floor next to the wire. "Okay, I could do that," he confessed, "but what about the sixth wire?"

Jasmine looked uneasy.

"We could call for back-up," Roman suggested, pulling out his phone.

"To get here in five minutes?" Jasmine asked.

They all turned to her, wearing confused looks.

"There's a timer. Did I forget to mention that?"

"Just a little," Dawson groaned.

"What do you suggest then?" Olinsky asked.

Jasmine looked uneasily at one person. They all followed her gaze, straight to Shelby.

"Uh-uh," she whimpered. "I-I can't."

Atwater looked at Jasmine in horror. "You can't be serious."

"Dead," she stated.

Atwater took a deep breath before turning to Shelby, still on his knees. "It's okay," he whispered.

She shook her head. He smiled as big as he could manage and wrapped her up in a hug.

"I'm going to call Gabby," Dawson decided. "Get her to send Brett and Mills..." He turned to Shelby and Atwater. "...Just in case." Then he left the room.

Jasmine went through her bag. "One...Two..." she counted. "Three...Four...Five...Six...Seven. Aren't we lucky I over pack. I've got us seven wire cutters." She pulled all seven out of the wire cutter from her bag and laid them on the ground.

Then she pulled of a laser pointer. She walked over to one of the boxes with an AK-47 in it.

"What are you doing?" Olinsky asked.

"Just hang tight. I'll explain in a sec."

She placed the laser pointer against the hole so that it showed where the gun's bullets would go.

"Okay," she announced. Atwater released Shelby from his embrace and pointed at Jasmine, insisting the young girl look at the bomb tech and listen. "We'll have Shelby cut the wire to this gun. That way she should be out of the way, incase she does time it poorly and it goes off."

"Can you get in position for me Shelby?" Atwater asked. "So we can be sure.

Shelby moved over to the wire. "Don't get off the platform," Jasmine reminded her. She knelt over the edge and touched the floor next to the wire. The laser missed her.

"Good. You'll be fine."

"And Kevin?" Shelby asked quietly.

"Well..." she looked around at all the other wires. "Let's test them all out." They did (as fast as possible), eventually deciding on the wire to Shelby's left. "That spot should work," she said nervously. The laser wasn't near him, but it was a bit closer than she would've liked.

Dawson reentered the room. "Let's do this then."

The cops all picked up a wire cutter (Voight grabbed two extras and handed them to Atwater). Then they all set up on their wires, but Jasmine stayed holding the laser for Shelby's gun. When Dawson knelt down at his wire, the last lined up with his sternum.

"I'm assuming this isn't good," Dawson said. The detective had pulled the short straw and ended up with the wire straight across from Shelby's. Although the AK-47's trajectory went over her head it landed straight on Dawson's chest. "Let me see if..."

He moved over so he to the right of the wire. He was facing the wire, but as far away from it as he could be, while still in a good position to cut the wire. If he messed up, Shelby would get shot by an AK-47.

The laser now just missed his right shoulder, but landed on his left arm.

Everyone looked at him, as if asking if he was sure about this.

Dawson smiled and looked right at Shelby. "It's not even my good hand."

"Dawson..." Voight began.

"I'm good boss. Jasmine, let's do this."

The bomb tech walked over to him. "Dawson, it's an AK-47, not a sniper rifle. It might not hit your arm," she warned him in a whisper.

"And if I don't Atwater and that little girl get blown to shreds and we lose our best chance at finding Halstead. I'm doing this."

Jasmine swallowed hard, then took a heavy breath. "Okay."

She moved to a safe spot and laid down by the platform. "This might take a minute. Hang tight," she explained before reaching underneath the platform and beginning to inspect the bomb.

"Dawson right?" Shelby asked quietly.

The detective nodded. "You can call me Antonio."

She nodded. "This is about the other guy right?"

"Halstead?"

She shook her head. "No...uh...they called him Jay."

"Yeah, that's our friend."

Shelby made a whimpering noise. "I-I'm so sorry Antonio."

"Why? Why are you sorry?"

"You're not going to find him," she sobbed softly.

"What?..." Dawson trailed off, sorrow filling his voice.

Atwater turned to the young girl. "Shelby, what do you mean?"

"They- They wanted you to find me. They gave me a message." She rolled up the bottom of the left leg of her jeans. Taped to her ankle was a small memory stick. "They told me..." she sobbed. "They told me to tell you that it was his goodbye."

Silence filled the room. They all looked horrified. Voight was the most scared though. How was he to tell Lindsay that her partner was dead because of him?

"You should take it and leave me...you should-"

Surprising all the other cops in the room, Roman spoke up.

"Like hell," he snapped as loud as he dared. "We're not about to leave you or Atwater to die. We're all going to be fine and so is Halstead. They're trying to mess with your head."

Before anyone could reply, Jasmine pulled her hands out from under the platform and sat up. "I've got it. You all ready?"

There was a moment where no one spoke. Then Roman spoke up. "Yes ma'am."

She laughed. "How formal. Let's do this. Now, to clarify...We cut on one. I'll count three...two...and as I say one, we all cut. Okay?"

Everyone nodded.

"Shelby?" Atwater asked, handing her a pair of wire cutters.

"I-I..." she took a heavy breath. "I can do this."

"Then let's go."

She reached under the platform and placed her wire cutters on one of the wires. Everyone else got in position, their wires also in between their wire cutters.

"Good to go!" Voight announced. Everyone else called out after.

"Alright," Came Jasmine's voice. "Three...Two...One..."

Peter Mills and Sylvie Brett rolled up in their ambulance to the closed down Avail Gem Warehouse. They both hopped out of the vehicle and walked around to the back.

"What are we here for again?" Brett asked.

"Not sure," Mills admitted. "Gabby said Antonio needed our help with something."

"Didn't say what?"

"Maybe GSW's and maybe injuries from an explosion," Mills admitted. "He said to enter through the window they broke and we're looking for a room labelled EXTRA SUPPLIES."

The two crawled through the window with their supplies and began to search the warehouse.

"Sounds suspicious. Is this related to the shooting of Detective Lindsay?"

"I don't-" Mills began.

He was cut off by the sounds of gun shots and a cry.

I'm sorry! I couldn't help the cliffhanger. I hope you like this chapter. It took me forever to write. I was in a crunch for time though, so I may have missed a couple grammatical or spelling errors, sorry about that. Be sure to let me know what you thought and what you'd like to see next.

So I did add an OC, Jasmine Rines, which I usually try to avoid (unless their a part of the investigation like Shelby or a criminal like Ripper), but I felt it was necessary to have a bomb tech. She will probably reappear in the story, but if OC's bother you, let me know and I'll try to keep her role to a minimum. Don't worry, she won't be a huge focal point of this story either way. Funny story actually, I was going to call he Jaz, but then I realized how close that would be to Jay and had to go back and change it. Lol. Anyways...I'll have the next chapter up for Sunday.

Keep the ideas and reviews coming. I hope you enjoyed.

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Chapter Eight: To Dust Or To Gold