"Engine 51...Truck 81...Ambulance 61...Squad 3...Multi vehicle accident..."

Severide jumped off the rig before it even stopped moving. He ran over to the nearest crumpled mess of a car and looked inside. He stuck his hand through the broken window and checked the driver for a pulse. He felt the man's neck...his fingers slipping in the blood...and he got nothing.

He shook his head as Shay came running toward him.

Then he headed over to the next car...hoping there was someone in there he could save.

What a mess. A Corvette had cut off a tractor/trailer...and the driver slammed on his brakes, causing the rig to whip around...taking out everything in the vicinity.

It was a shame what happened to that Corvette...he thought.

It was a shame when people had more money than brains.

Severide pushed his helmet up with the back of his hand. When he looked west...as far as he could see there was nothing but cars. Same story on the other side. Why weren't the cops diverting traffic off the expressway?

About a hundred people were laying on their horns.

What the hell did they think he was doin'? Takin' a damn coffee break?

"Oh, shut the hell up!" he yelled at the nearest thing.

"Hey!" a young officer yelled back. "Move this truck so we can get these people movin'!"

Kelly turned and closed the gap between them in a few long strides.

"You're supposed to be diverting them off the highway!" he said. "They're still treating victims here!"

They couldn't have people driving through the accident scene. There was glass and twisted hunks of metal all over the road. Not to mention the coroner had yet to get there to clear the DOA's for removal.

The trucks stayed where they were. SOP.

"The exit's two miles back..." the cop told him. "There's nowhere for them to get off...except the next exit!"

"Not my problem." Severide retorted, as he turned to go back to work.

"Move the damn truck! That's an order!"

Severide turned back.

"I don't take orders from you!"

He closed the gap between him and this young cop once more.

"There's still over a dozen injured victims and about fifty first responders! Those trucks are there to protect the scene! And they're stayin' right where they are!"

The cop got right in the Lieutenant's face.

"I said...move the Goddamn fire truck..."

He jabbed a finger into Severide's chest.

Kelly knocked it away.

"Don't touch me, you little punk!"

The next thing he knew...the little punk was behind him...and Severide found himself face down over the hood of a radio car.

There was a commotion as Chief Boden and the members of Squad 3 rushed to his aid.

"Let him go!" Chief hollered. "Let him go!"

But the young cop was feeling his oats...

"Stay back! Stay back or I'll throw all of you in jail!"

He whipped out his handcuffs...and slapped 'em on Kelly's wrists.

"What the hell are you doin'?" Severide yelled. "Get these damn things off me and let me do my job!"

"You're under arrest for assaulting an officer..." the cop said. "You have the right to remain silent..."

This was unreal...

Mills pushed forward to help his Lieutenant, but Chief stopped him. While Mills struggled against the chief...Severide was marched to the rear of the radio car and unceremoniously shoved into the back seat.

In front of every news team in town.