When Jay arrived at the bar, it was closed. That was strange, he was sure that he had seen Caitlin go in an hour earlier. There was no sign to indicate that they'd had to close momentarily and no matter what he tried, the door wouldn't budge and he couldn't catch a glimpse of anyone inside. The first thought that came to his mind was that Caitlin was in danger and he had to see for himself what the situation was. He went around the back alley to see if he could get in. As he peered into the back window and tried to open the back door he felt the cold, metallic, nuzzle of a gun on the back of his head. He closed his eyes and swore silently.

"You lose something"? the raspy voice asked from behind.

"Hey man, no way. I just want to have a beer is all. I've been having a really rough day at work and I usually come here to you know, vent", said Jay still with his hands up and his back turned.

"Really? What's the bartender's name"?

"Are you serious? Like I really give a damn", said Jay. "I come here for the booze and the women, half the time I'm pissed drunk by the time I leave here and you think I'm going to remember the name of the bartender"?

Another man's voice was heard, it was deep and ice-cold. "I'm not buying his crap. Search him".

A third guy arrived and searched Jay. "I've got a gun and well well… would you take a look at this".

"What you got Vitto"? asked the man in the deep voice.

"We've got ourselves a cop", said Vitto.

"Bring me his plaque".

Vitto gave the plaque over.

"Detective Jay Halstead. Never heard of him. Tony, turn him around so that I can see him".

Tony turned Jay around and Jay's eyes opened up wide. He was standing nose to nose with none other than Kenny Rixton in a three-piece Armani suit and a full-grown mustache.

"Look, apparently, I'm just in the wrong place at the wrong time. You can just let me go and that'll be the end of it", said Jay calmly. This was Kenny, what could possibly go wrong.

"Matteo, what do we have here"? said an older man coming from inside the bar through the backdoor.

Kenny closed his eyes for a second and Jay realized that things weren't going as either him or Kenny would have wanted.

Before Kenny/Matteo could answer, Marcello grabbed the plaque and looked at Jay. "Not your lucky day". He looked at Kenny. "Get rid of him"!

Kenny nodded as Marcello went back inside.

"So what? You're going to kill me"? asked Jay.

"No. Not me at least. I don't handle the messy stuff around here". He turned to Vitto. "Go get Frankie".

A few minutes later, the backdoor opened and Jay knew he had stepped into something he really, really shouldn't have.

Alongside Kenny/Matteo came up a beautiful woman Frankie/Elizabeth/Caitlin. Kenny looked at her. "Boss needs you to get rid of him, he's a cop"!

Frankie/Caitlin walked around Jay touching him every so often with the tip of her finger. Even though he was in a bad position, he couldn't help but feel electric waves go through his body. "We hate cops. We hate agents. Hell, we hate all law-enforcement and when we are confronted with one, we kill him. You picked the wrong job, the wrong day and the wrong crew my friend".

Frankie/Caitlin looked at Vitto. "Tie him up, gag him and put him on the back seat under a blanket. I'll handle it".

She looked at Jay again. "It's a real pity, I really like what I see, maybe I can have some fun with you before I kill you".

Kenny/Matteo coughed slightly and uncomfortably. She walked over to him. "Don't be jealous, he'll be dead in less than two hours". She leaned up against him and kissed him. He held on to her tighter and kissed her back. She pulled away and looked at him. "Tell Marcello it will be taken care of. I'll bring proof of course and I'll see you at your place tonight"!

Vitto placed Jay on the back seat and he felt the car shift as Frankie/Caitlin sat in the driver's seat and turned on the engine. What seemed to be ten minutes later, the car stopped and he heard the door open and close first the driver's then the back seat's. The blanket was yanked off. She broke the plastic restraints around his hands and legs and ripped off the tape on his mouth. She stepped away from the car and walked further away her backed turned from him.

He came out of the car and walked over.

"Cat"? he said as he placed a hand on her shoulder.

What came next he didn't expect. The full force slap she sent his way as she turned around, left an incredible sting on his cheek. He had never been hit like that by a woman before… he didn't even know it was possible. She must have really been pissed off. After standing briefly in a state of shock, she took his face in her hands and looked at him.

"Are you fucking insane! You could have gotten yourself killed! What the hell were you doing there"? she was pissed off and she was scared. Not just about what that meant for her but what it meant for him.

"Do you have any idea that if their cold-blooded killer wasn't me, you'd be dead by now"!?

"I was looking for you"!

"What"? she said as she removed her hands from his face.

"I was looking for you"!

"Yeah, I got that part, but why? And how do you even know I'm in Chicago"?

"Alvin was looking into an Elizabeth Wyatt at work. I got curious".

Caitlin sighed. "And you stuck your nose in it as always". She felt bad. Had she been straightforward with Alvin about what she was doing back in Chicago, none of this would have happened. She felt guilty.

"Now what"? he asked.

"Now, I'm going to clean up the mess you just made".

She walked to the car and grabbed something from under the body. It was a cellphone. She dialed a number as Jay walked back towards her.

"This is Renegade. I've got a hen on the loose. I need a team to meet me at District 21 in thirty minutes and have Carson contact Sergeant Hank Voight over at Intelligence".

She closed the phone and leaned against the car for a minute then headed for the driver's seat. "Come on let's go, so I can save your ass from this mess"!

They said nothing on the drive over to 21. Jay walked in first followed by Caitlin. Trudy was busing processing some files when another cop nudged her. "Hey Sergeant, isn't that Detective Voight"?

Trudy looked up just as Jay and Caitlin walked up towards the cage door. Trudy simply nodded and wondered what was happening. It seemed as though the Intelligence Unit was up to something considering the visits they were having for the moment.

When they arrived upstairs, Special Agent Ted Carson and Hank were having a yell out in the middle of the open space and neither one of them seemed to realize their presence, even if by then the rest of the team had noticed an all too familiar face. Alvin stood and walked over to Hank to try and get his attention but Hank didn't.

"Enough"!

Both Hank and Ted stopped and turned their attention towards the stairs. Apparently, Ted hadn't had the time to explain everything in detail because, Hank took a step back upon seeing Caitlin.

"Caitlin"?

"Hello Hank".

Ted walked over to her. "Special Agent Voight, the team is ready downstairs in the garage to follow protocol".

She nodded. "Thank you. Please take Detective Halstead with you and get busy. I'll need to report back within the hour and with substantial proof, if I don't want to blow my cover".

She quickly shot Alvin a look almost begging for forgiveness and he simply turned away and headed for the kitchen. She looked up at the ceiling. This was not the way she had wanted this to go. She hoped that he of all people would understand why she hadn't been able to say anything.

Jay followed Special Agent Carson downstairs as Caitlin and Hank looked at each other from across the room.

"We need to talk", said Hank as he headed back towards his office.

The rest of the team wanted to say hi to Caitlin but the tension in the wrong was so high that they refrained from doing so. Caitlin walked across the room and they all watched as Hank closed the door behind her.

Adam looked at Kim. "Well, at least we know she's alive".