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Trigger warning: shooting, death, torture (mention and minor detailed), talking about suicide.

References to the old chapter of mine.

Anyways, I should stop the introduction and start for once the chapter, right? So let's go!

Hank sits down in his chair at the beginning of the seventh month like all the others two hundred and ten days. The unit is about to arrive at any moment and no one is going to occupy the first one in his left right in front of his almost daughter...his phone is ringing. He returns his attention from the empty desk to his phone, unknown caller, and answers back.

"Voight."

"Sergeant Voight, it's me, Detective Steve Murphy." He gets up from excitement. If the undercover cop is contacting him again, must be a good thing. He just hopes that involved a good thing to Jay. At the same moment, the team arrives at the top of the stairs, he gets out and gestures them to rush inside his office.

"Detective, you are on the speaker. What a pleasure to talk to you again? How are you?"

"I'm fine. That's why I need to talk to you." Hank growls. "I returned communication because we have enough evidence and proof to arrest Mario Walton and his associates. Since the invasion, I never got in contact with Bunker or Nathan but I called because Walton or anyone there could have information on where Jay might be. I asked my commander and wasn't even necessary to explain in further detail that he agreed. I can send the address and let the streets clear to you. Do you want to come?"

"You don't need to offer twice. We are preparing ourselves and soon we are arriving." He says while everyone runs downstairs to vest up and drive for five hours in the same road they had been seven months ago, now a days with a sentinel of hope that they are rescuing Jay.

"He is alive. He is going to be okay."

30 minutes later

They didn't decrease the travel time to Carbondale. Because they didn't have to go to Carbondale. Jay was in Chicago. In the richest suburb of Chicago. Jay was in Chicago for seven months and no one get suspicious of that location. They stopped in the middle of trees in front of a gigantic wooden cottage and a big sophisticated letter B drawn in a worn-out gold over a black iron plate in the middle of a black iron gate smaller than the first one, isolated in a condominium of billionaire's houses. In absolute silence, they get out of the car and walk a kilometer before facing an apparent thirty-five years old man, of medium stature, brown eyes, hair, and beard wearing a simple white t-shirt, blue jeans, and black boots, using a Carbondale's police badge, who is gesturing them to lower down as far as they can and walk to him.

"A pleasure to meet you guys personally, I'm Detective Steven Murphy. I wished we could meet in better circumstances and completely." He says, shaking hands with all the detectives, sergeant, and officers.

"I'm the sergeant. Lindsay, Olinsky, Dawson, Burgess, Atwater, Ruzek, Mouse." Hanks does a short presentation. The initial plan wasn't to bring Mouse to a police operation for the simple reason he isn't a cop, but the civilian tech and surveillance expert insisted on joining them because he is the only one who has dealt and started by his side with a traumatized, PTSD in the highest, former Ranger and sniper Jay before. If he had achieved his calmness sometimes before, he can speak one more time now. They agreed - not wanting to waste more time stopping in the station and yes on the street - and took him too.

"The pleasure is ours. Thanks for putting us here. And is a wonderful circumstance to meet because we are arresting criminals and rescuing one of us. What do we have?" Erin is fed up with bullshit; wants to see action and rescue her boyfriend that may be meters away from her after suffering at the hands of torturers for the last seven months.

"Direct in the point, I like you." He says sincerely and impressed. The woman nods. "Anyways, I and the tactical team passed the whole fours hours in surveillance. I have bad and good news."

"The bad news first." Dawson requests.

"We have armed henchmen inside that. We saw just fifteen armed with a pistol at least but certainly has more inside with potent armament."

"The good news so?" Burgess inquires.

"Nathan is inside."

"Did you see him?" Ruzek asks for clarification.

"Yes, I saw him."

"Is Jay there? Could you see him? How is he?" Hank asks nervously, his emotions and adrenaline for the wave of good news overwhelming his judgment and clarified plan to invade the house.

"Jay wasn't in any visible place but he is probably somewhere inside." He doesn't want to throw the cold water bucket over their heads like that.

"Also bad news," Atwater announces.

"Why are we wasting our time discussing bad and good news when we should break-in?" Lindsay says, walking promptly a few steps before Hank grabs her by the upper arm.

"I appreciate your enthusiasm and readiness, detective, but they have henchmen strongly armed like I told. It's a fortress. If they get suspicious of risk or someone enters aggressively, this could be a massacre and, if our theory is right and they have Jay, he can be a victim. Let's match a strategy to enter with the tactical team, shall we?" Murphy says, understanding the blood boiling detective and suspicious of her deep unprofessional relationships with the hostage man inside. The female detective looks at him madly but comprehends rolling her eyes, putting her hands in the air in surrender to her almost father takes out his hand of her arm. They walk lower down to the ten members of the tactical squad parked behind a thick tree trunk. Thirty minutes later and quartet formed, they circled the house, slowly and quietly to not alert the residents. Everyone, once positioned, waited for Steven's call until he radioed.

Shouts of 'Chicago PD' are screamed by one of them, another one throwing a grenade simultaneously inside and after the explosion, the door is broken down and everyone gets inside with guns in their hands, scouring the place and gaining territory. They are received with bullets starting to fly in their direction and they repay. A few are killed; others surrender themselves and are handcuffed. Hank is in the south quartets with two tactic guys, Erin and Steve; he is handcuffing one of the henchmen when his radio sounds.

"Sergeant, we have Bunker in custody. Repeating, Bunker is under arrest. Northside." He and Erin walk meticulously, the company taking out the prisoners, passing through and finding the responsible for the cleared east side belonged by Burgess, Antonio, and the couple tactic, where Ruzek and his group formed by himself, Kevin, and two tactics called him with a handcuffed Bunker. The fifty-five years old Thomas Bunker of the same height as Nathan but better built psychically; a rich drug and people dealer. The most frightening feature about him is the breathtakingly horrifying smile, worsened by the shiny golden incisor tooth and giant black eyes identical to an American eagle.

"Where is Nathan and Jay, Thomas?" Voight interrogates, trying to keep the rage boiling his blood down to not commit a shit with him and break the ethical deal as he remembers the video and what the smiling son of a bitch kneeled in front of him did and told to his son.

"Asking for me, Hank?" The man in question and all the people in the room turn their heads in the voice's direction. Nathan. The tactic guys grab Bunker. The cops point their guns at him and tears form in their eyes when they see the figure held at gunpoint in front of the wanted man. Jay.

Nathan informed him in the first month. That night, he cried himself to sleep while listening to Nathan, Bunker, and associates cheering on the floor above on another party. Another party where he was the principal entertainment. His thighs had become permanently streaked with blood.

In the second month, he started to think he is going to be spending the rest of his life as Nathan's sexual slave indeed. The parties became some natural on the house. As he didn't have the option of denying or saying a word without permission, he passed to enjoy and made his role perfectly as a job because, in the end, he would be drugged and the world would be numb. He would be numb, indifferent, unemotional, cold.

He tried to escape in the third month. He had to be his savior because he isn't being saved ever. Failure. He crouched next to the door. When Nathan walked in, he run at him, tackled the man to the ground with unbelievable and improbable strength. He was a step from getting free when he reached him and threw him to the other side, his back colliding painfully to the wall as he screamed in pain and succumbed to darkness. When he returned to the world, as a punishment, Nathan broke his knee with a hammer and raped him right after. He succumbed immediately.

He got an infection in his back after a bad whipping at the party in the fourth month. He prayed that it was going to kill him. It doesn't. The infection is gone in two weeks. He cursed himself for having such bad luck. Also, he stopped counting how many times he woke up with someone inside him. 40. Happened more times but he was so high he didn't count. It was disgusting.

Nathan used a hammer again on his right hand now after he begged the man to kill him because he couldn't handle it anymore. He tried to evade when he noticed the hammer, but was too tired and hurt to make it far. Nathan gripped his wrist and held his hand down on the ground. The hammer came down, shattering the bones in his hand. He blood-curdling screamed, sobbed, and pleaded for someone to help him. Or kill him perhaps.

In the sixth month, he got exhausted. There is no salvation. He is on his own. A piece of meal laying on that floor to a maniac man's sexual pleasure. His body doesn't belong to him. His soul, spirit, and essence abandoned him. That's how he was dying. Beaten, bloody, used, alone, abandoned on a concrete floor. He is dead to the world. He is the mindless sex slave Nathan and Bunker seem to desire. Jay Halstead is gone. He repeated the dirty things they ordered like a parrot. All that remains is a little broken boy, cowering in front of his masters. Cold.

At the beginning of the day, the day initiated normally. Bunker came down and raped him after giving him his breakfast. He was obliged to thank him. He asked politely for heroin. He was given. In the afternoon, Nathan came down to give his lunch.

He ate everything and nothing at the same time because it was little. He observes his gun on his belt. Nathan notices. He slaps him in the face. In a second, he is wearing a blindfold. Anderson places his foot on a cut in his back to prevent him from getting up. He is held down and repeatedly violate from behind. When he is finally done, he pulls off his blindfold and cries. Anderson slaps him again with more strength.

"Never look to it and don't play the funny one with it. You won't pass the entrance door." Nathan alerts him when his afternoon assault starts. However, a sound unusual starts when Nathan cummed.

Shouts.

Gunshots.

He isn't understanding anything but certainly, Nathan has understood. The man rapidly dresses up, cursing mumbled words but this time, not destined to him. For the first time since the tentative escape in the third month, Nathan unchains him from his collar chained to the bed frame and gets him up. Touch the ground becomes a strange sensation to him as he passes more time lying down everywhere requested or in any position the men ordered him to stay or chained him there than walking by himself around the house.

"Seems like we have visitors, whore." A wave of tears is created on his swollen green eyes as the thinking of another party comes to his mind. He can't take it anymore. He doesn't try to fight back because he doesn't have the strength and willingness to do that but not because of the gun hold against his temple. No, he is used to this sensation that not having a gun hold against his temple it's uncommon. He is preparing himself for the party that he doesn't notice different voices in the living room right at the top of the stairs. "Asking for me, Hank?" He tries to look above behind his extremely swollen eyes but he can't believe what he is seeing. Who he is seeing. It's his imagination or hallucinations.

Erin. Erin understandably walked out.

Antonio. Antonio understandably walked out.

Alvin. Alvin understandably walked out.

Kim. Kim understandably walked out.

Mouse. Mouse understandably walked out.

Adam. Adam understandably walked out.

Kevin. Kevin understandably walked out.

"They were so furious. They blame you. They hate you. They told me how insignificant you are. How worthless you are. How you were always a burden to carry around. How bored they were about having you around. How they never considered you their family but, their merit, they fooled you so good you had believed. How suck you are as a cop. How suck you are as a friend, brother, partner and boyfriend. How much they wish you had died. Let's be straight, boy, have you ever thought they loved you? Have you ever thought they care about you? When I told my plans, they couldn't express in words their gratitude for me to stay forever with you and show what we agreed that you are born for."

The known unknown man.

It's another dream, or another nightmare, they would never save him. He killed the boss.

Hank. Voight's lifeless body lay on his back in a pool of blood under him from a single shot on his head.

When Nathan killed me and I didn't realize? A tear streams down his face when he understands the situation. Hank is here? I am finally dead! Smile.

"Jay..." Everyone murmurs in sadness and astonishment simultaneously. After fucking seven months of agonized disappearing and incessant search, they find him alive. Jay Halstead is alive. The former USA Army Ranger Sniper is alive. The missing detective is alive. The missing foot of their table is alive. One of the homes that were collapsed is alive. The man of the sarcastic and sassy commentaries is alive right. The man arriving early than everyone and making coffee for them all to the entire day ahead is alive. The focused, hard-working, and about to suffer an accident for how much he delivers himself on the cases from at work detective is alive. The funny, silly, and crazy man at Molly's watching the Chicago Bears or Blackhawks' games or drinking is alive. The soft to victims and kids or between themselves and the badass to criminals man is alive. The tall height, fine but muscular body, soldier-style brown hair, contagious laugh, shine smile, bright green eyes, characteristics of the man is alive. The optimism, altruism, ambition, bravery, heroism, fearlessness, moral compass, golden heart, pure mind man is alive. The brother is alive. The boyfriend is alive. The son is alive. Jay Halstead is alive.

He is alive but different. He is completely naked and shivering of fear or cold, with a pink ring penis on his member and the black collar they saw on the video and the photos on his neck. He is multicolor. The initials marked on his skin are horrendous and cleared infected. None part of his body isn't bruised, injured, or in a stage of healing. The internal part of his thighs had become permanently streaked with old dried blood and a new wave is still dripping. He can't stand on his feet; his right leg is broken if the black knee is an indication. His bones are protruding under his skin, a sign of severe malnutrition and dehydration. The thin but muscular body is thinner but without muscles now. The neck has a tight red line in hand and finger designs as well as the hips, strangulation signals, a firm grip, and a red spot, typical from injections. His arms are fulfilled with cuts or spots. Lips cut. His hypnotized and shiny green eyes are covered by the swollen but fresh tears stream down his face and they can't read by labial language what he is saying happily.

"Nathan, it's over! Drop your weapon. Let him go." Voight orders, struggling with tears.

"Took you a while to find us." He says, traveling the gun over Jay's face to his chin and back. The boy sweats cold. "I thought you were smarter than that."

"Nathan, I will put my gun on the ground. Let's talk!" He says and puts. "You achieved the goal in your sick revenge. I get it now the fear and sadness of losing someone you deeply love as I took Patrick away from you. Your problem was with me but you put Jay, an innocent man, on the way. Let's solve this as we should have done between us now, let him go."

"He was good for me this whole seven months. He is a great whore, keeps me and my guests well entertained. Better than my old ones who just survived three or four months. You should be proud of your son!" He grins sarcastically at his statement, fulfilling his happiness when the authorities hummed in fury.

"Do not talk about him in that way. He is a better man than you are." Alvin defends the man and his morals and dignity as everyone finds a better angle to, if necessary, shoot and kill the bastard who is harming.

"Still attempting to keep him in a throne. You should watch the recordings I have about this little slut boy, right pretty boy." Jay cries at the nicknames. "For me, you still don't understand the real pain that I have been feeling since you killed my brother and his wife committed suicide. In front of me." He looks at Jay and to the gun and beats the object in his temple. "He should die right here right now to complete the revenge." He unlocks the locked weapon. Jay cries out of scare. Everyone screams.

"Don't kill him, please, I beg you. If you want to shoot someone, shoot me but not him."

"I love seeing you begging for his life like you did when I was about to rape him for the first time. Delicious memories!" He licks his lips. "You don't worth a bullet, Hank, but he deserves. Say goodbye forever, Hank." He is about to shoot Jay.

"NOOOOOOO!" Another shot rings.

In a second, Nathan's lifeless body falls like a hard log backward on his back, blood dripping from a hole in the center of his forehead. Jay, confirming their imaginations that he is unable to stay by himself on his feet, falls on his knees on the ground and slowly and trembling curls himself in a ball crying. Hank looks behind and to his left, in the direction, the projectile has been shot, and finds the person responsible. Erin.

"Offender down!" She is lowering her weapon and finding his eyes, her hazel red eyes saying that it is necessary and is pure legitimate defense. He is agreeing and thanking vehemently before turning his attention to his defenseless and harmed detective.

"Jay!" He runs to the shivering boy, crying in a tight ball like a five years old kid. He lows down to touch slightly his forehead and senses he is freezing under his hot touch. He gets up and steps back to not scream or talk loud near the terrified Jay. Every tearful eye is landed on the broken detective. "Burgess, bring me a blanket. Anything to warm him up." He tells his female subordinate who immediately runs around the house in search of the requested product. "Antonio, call your sister and see if she and Silvie can come to the rescue with the ambulance, it's going to be better if he sees a familiar face." The second in command man nods and, after seeing Jay one more time and washing his tears away, digits her number and goes outside. "Ruzek, call Will. Let him know we have his brother and we are taking him to Gaffney." The blonde officer nods and goes outside after acting the same as Dawson. "The rest of you, keep the way clean when the ambulance arrives."

Hank has already talked to many traumatized and fragile victims recently taken out of miserable captives and captors. Yet, he never found himself so attached and without an idea of what to act as he is feeling with Jay. He is crying, remembering everything that happened between the two exactly seven months ago and a sense of safety is returning to his human being little by little. He has Jay after all. Nathan can't hurt him anymore. Bunker can't hurt him anymore. His associates can't hurt him anymore. No one can't hurt him anymore as long as he lives. He has to take care of him now. "Jay?"

"Don't hurt me. Don't kill me. I can make you good." His voice is barely a whisper. The boy doesn't even look at him. He doesn't have identified them yet. Instead, he is fearing they might hurt him and is using the arguments Nathan taught him to tender. Shit.

"Jay, it's me, Hank Voight, and your team, Intelligence. No one is going to hurt you anymore, I promise you. Can I put my hand on your arm?" He puts his hand carefully. The man lifts his head and faces him, recognizing him.

"Voight?" The other man nods. "Am I dead?" Hank's blood goes cold at the question and the hopefully way that it was uttered like he wished he was dead.

"No, you aren't dead. You are alive. We are alive. This is real. You are going to be fine."

"I killed you." Sob. "They hate me." Sob. "They don't care about me." Sob. "They give me up." Sob. "I'm not worth it." Sob. "I want to die." Gently, he sits down and puts the man's head on his lap to calm him down, the sobs shivering his abused body intensified the tremor.

"No, son. They don't hate you. They care about you. They love you. They don't give up. You're worth it. You don't want to die. You are traumatized and in shock for the things that they did to you ultimately but you know they aren't true. You are the reason I'm alive, son. You saved me. We are saving you now. You are safe, son, you are safe." He massages his head sweetly and repeats those words, even taking an eternity to make the man believe in him, he will say.

"I killed you. They hate me. I want to die." Jay goes limp on his lap.

"Jay? Jay! Stay with me, son!"

Will didn't even look at the ID number when his phone rang in the middle of his lunchtime.

"Doctor Will Halstead. Hi, Ruzek, what happened?" Officer Adam Ruzek was calling him and it sent chills over his spine. It was uncommon for the man to call, usually, it's Erin or Hank to check how he was doing after the brother's abduction. The doctors and nurses approached him after hearing the name. "What?" He sat down when his knees turned to jelly. "Oh my God! Thanks so much! I'm freeing the emergency room to you. Thanks so much!" He ended the call and put his head on his hands, seeming to cry. Everyone thought the worst.

"Will…" Goodwin, the reason's voice, kneeled and put a hand on his shoulder. "What happened?" However, Will lifted his head, and for the first time in seven months, tears of joy streamed down his face.

"Jay was found. They are bringing him in! My brother is alive!" He laughs meanwhile crying and hugs his boss tight. She retributes the hug. Everyone sighs relieved and hugs. A weight off of their shoulders.

Gabby came running from the locker room to the principal room where she entered two minutes ago when her phone rang.

"Chief, Antonio needs me and Brett urgently." She says holding back tears to contain professionalism.

"Why does he need you and her specifically?" The firefighter chief asked the paramedic in command. The blonde paramedic looks curious at her boss. The firefighters look as well.

"Jay was found. He requested our ambulance to Gaffney as we offered months ago."

"Don't wait another second. Go! We will meet at the hospital." The girls hug quickly and run outside.

"Firehouse 51, we have a destination. To Gaffney Hospital! Our boy is alive!" Lieutenant Matthew Casey screams excited about the excellent news over the missing detective and friend.

Two hours later

When Halstead was loaded inside the ambulance, Dawson and Brett were shocked by how vulnerable and miserable the hurt former Ranger is.

Dawson couldn't recognize the same young lad with who she had once fallen in love.

Brett remembered his concern and devotion in the hospital after his female friend was shot in the bar and hospitalized; the tearful glimpse in his eyes after they received the news and her offer of sharing a drink for her in Molly's was guiltily devastated.

The door of the hospital was full and turbulent with the nurses and doctors trying to load the stretcher in with the female paramedic couple screaming his vital signs; Will screaming his brother's name, had a breakdown, trying to achieve him inside the treatment room strict reserved for his arriving while trying to be inhibited physically by Natalie and verbally by Charles and Goodwin' happy the man was alive but wanting to kill the man responsible for letting his baby brother in those conditions; the firefighters had the glimpse - a miserable glimpse of milliseconds - enough to disturb their excitement and worry and one of the saddest and horrendous memories of the lovely family member hurt that badly by a sadistic; the cops arriving, emotional, physically and mentally overwhelmed and exhausted by the events and worry about what is to come ahead for them as a group and Jay's fate.

Everyone hugged everyone and cried on each other's shoulders.

They got Jay back.

Jay is alive.

Jay is going to be okay.

The overwhelming exhaustion knocked out all the blue authorities thirty minutes later as they waited for the surgery Jay was imposed to end. The members of Firehouse 51 were actioned to a call and, despite their desire to stay there and know Jay's update, their work was calling and they must go, - Jay wouldn't want them to be planted on the hospital's floor due to him when they have obligations after all - so they did, have been promised that would be updated on him as soon as the news comes. Will - coercively - asked to be taken out of his shift so he could recover properly and be there when Jay needs.

After much lonely overthinking of appropriateness, he decided to call their father. He told the news to the stoic and cold-hearted man who simply replayed to the oldest took care of him and sent a good recovery and congratulations to the responsible team. However, neither of the men turned the call of when it was over and Will, emotionally, was able to hear his father crying overjoyed in the background while praying to their mom that his youngest son was safe and going to be fine. Of course, the reaction wasn't supposed to Will heard neither lass Jay shouldn't know about that as well to keep the bad father's dignity up but to his aching heart, the uncovered deep care was a great comfort before he turned the call off and slept for a while.

Commander Fischer and Sergeant Trudy Platt arrived in the hospital one hour later the beginning of Jay's surgery. Everyone woke up abruptly and was shocked by the hour slept. It wasn't enough or comfortable to save the hours of sleep they lost after they acquired insomnia over the woke nightmare the last seven months were, but it was enough to hang on a few hours. Unofficially and informally, they told the civilians and the colleagues the whole salvation. They wanted to do the official and formal report as soon and fast as they can to rest and be with Jay, especially Lindsay, who will take longer in the bureaucracy because she shot and killed the offender but the commander told them that the bureaucracy could wait and the priority is being with the cop. Everyone was as shocked as the moment they woke up, imagining they were dreaming about everything, including the rescue.

This may sound a little unethical to his job, unethical to society's morals, unethical to Human Rights - although the offender wasn't an example of ethical and moral with his job, society's morals and Human Rights - when the commander excused himself and went to the bathroom, Will murmured a thank you to his brother's girlfriend for what she had done to save her boyfriend and brother of his.

Currently, two hours later the beginning of Jay's surgery, they are waiting impatiently for updatings. Hank is walking in circles between the chairs while biting his nails, some are reading inattentively for the thousand times the gossip magazine, others are facing a particular and uninteresting point in tha white ceiling when Doctor Fleming enters the room and announced:

"Family of Jay Halstead?" Immediately, everyone stands up and walks in his direction; the doctor is a bit suspicious and scared by the number of people in the emergency's waiting room for a man until he sees Will and comprehends the anxious wait with the rumors about the missing cop and brother of the redheaded doctor were true and he has just operated him without realization. "Jay suffered a lot recently as evidently, his skull is a bit fractured; just tears, not something big to cause bleeding out or cerebral damage but will leave a grade three concussion. His face doesn't have a bone broken, it is just a rainbow of colors and swollen. His throat is damaged inside, the collar he was using too tight, and damaged the vocal cord; he might be a bit hoarse for a while but it isn't permanent. His lungs retain water for what looks like waterboarding. He has six broken ribs in total; three on each side in his torso. He has his right hand shattered by a huge impact and signs of other bones in his arms and legs in the healing process. His shoulder's joints are damaged because it was dislocated and put back in place many times and both arms are covered in spots similar to drug injections as well as in the left side of his neck. His back has whips; at some point on his captive, he got an infection and we are treating it with heavy medications to inhibit a new infection." The man exhales profoundly, he didn't want to say the next phrase ever in his career. "The burn There's evidence of repeated, brutal rape by many people and severe bruising to his thighs, groin, neck, wrists, and ankles."

"What about that burn under his belly button?"

"We are going to contact our best dermatologist to treat the burn but I'm going to say in advance, probably it will be difficult to fix or cover or will leave a nasty scar."

"Jesus Christ…" Kevin prays painfully, unable to imagine what his friend went through along the seven months in Nathan's mercy.

"He's stable, right? We're out of the woods? Is he going to be okay?" Voight asked concerned.

"He died twice on the table but we were able to revive him. He is in an induced coma. The trauma his body suffered together with the heroin he was injected made a mess on him and he should stay on the ventilator until his body heals properly. Physically he is going to heal fully but the psychological problems we are going to learn when he wakes up." No one has to point out that there's no telling what kind of psychological state Halstead is in. It will be a miracle if he's sane after everything. "Does anyone want to see him?"

"Yes!" Everyone screams in unison and in obvious.

"We have to return to work, so much relieved by his conditions." Sharon Goodwin says looking at her doctors and nurses before landing on the teary brother. "You don't, your license is still open and extended until my second order. Look after him for us and keep us informed." She squeezes his shoulder while he nods, unable in expressing in words the boss' gentleness and care towards him and the brother. She turns to Hank and the team. "He is a stubborn fighter. He is going to be fine. Anything needed, call me, I will help."

"Thanks, Sharon," Voight says gratefully.

"We should get going as well, firehouse, our shift isn't over." Chief Boden in his accentuated tone asked his coworkers. "He is going to make it. Keep us updated and call us if anything happens." He says, shaking hands with the police leader before leading his team outside the Emergency Room.

"Commander, I think it's time for the official reports." Everyone looks at him amazed. "Will, go stay with Jay."

"Why don't you go first to see Jay and stay with him, you both went through hell. When he wakes up, he will be glad to see you. He needs you more than ever, Sarge." Hank goes pale with the invitation and seems to consider the offer positively promptly, then hesitantly, before saying.

"No, he won't. I'm going to the station and I think you guys should do the same." He tells the Intelligence members and goes away.

Something is wrong with him.

So, Jay is at home!! At the hospital where he hates but it's safe than being with Nathan. When will he wake up? Why Voight is so hesitant in seeing him? You guys are intelligent, you will pick the idea instantly. Hope you liked this one! See you soon!