Kim was sitting in her truck alone, while keeping a watchful eye on Intelligence's suspect - Roy Walton.
"Looks clear on the north-side." Kim communicated over the radio.
"Copy that, Burgess." Hank radioed.
As Kim took a sip of her coffee, a soft knock on her window startled her.
"Pardon me, officer?" came Roy's hushed voice.
Turning to face Roy, Kim was caught off guard as her head was suddenly forced against the dashboard.
Roy yanked the door open and hauled Kim out.
He began to pummel her defenseless form before dragging her towards his escape vehicle.
As consciousness crept back into Kim, she realized she was being taken away.
"No! Stop!" she cried out in desperation.
She stretched her arm towards her radio, only to have her head slammed against the cold, hard ground.
Seizing Kim's arms, Roy effortlessly hoisted her into the getaway vehicle.
With the engine roaring to life, he sped off into the distance.
Meanwhile, Adam sat anxiously in his truck, his worry mounting with each passing moment of silence from his wife.
"Has anyone heard from Kim?" Adam asked.
"Nada." Antonio radioed.
"She said she was moving to her next location," Jay radioed.
Adam was troubled; it was unlike his wife to cut off communication without giving him a heads-up.
"This doesn't feel right, I'm gonna go look for her." Adam radioed.
"Ruzek, Roy could be anywhere." Hank radioed.
Disregarding Voight's warning, Adam proceeded to the last place Kim was seen.
Spotting Kim's truck, Adam approached it.
The driver's side door hung open, and the dashboard was smeared with blood.
"Kim?" he called out.
Scouring the vicinity, Adam found more blood speckled on the grass.
"No, no, Kim, respond!" he pleaded into his radio.
His voice bounced back from Kim's abandoned radio, and he saw bloodstains near the curb.
"This is 5021 Ida requesting immediate backup at 1900 South Park. An officer is unaccounted for; my partner, Kim Burgess, is missing. I repeat, my partner is missing; Kim Burgess is missing," Adam urgently broadcasted.
Hank's voice crackled through Adam's radio.
"Adam, what's happening?" Hank asked.
"Sarge, I found Kim's car but she's not here. I think someone took her, we need everyone here now!" Adam said urgently.
"Got it, we're on our way," Hank replied.
Adam waited patiently for the intelligence unit to arrive.
As the unit approached, Hank illuminated the underbrush with his flashlight and addressed the team.
"Kim is still alive; they would have left her body otherwise," Hank stated confidently, providing a sense of relief to the unit.
With a sense of urgency, Hank commanded, "However, she could be wounded. We need to thoroughly search this vicinity and have forensics examine Kim's vehicle."
The team acknowledged Hank's orders with a nod and dispersed.
Meanwhile, Kim regained consciousness in Roy's truck, parked outside a warehouse. She realized with a start that her hands were bound.
Confused, she uttered a soft "Huh?"
Suddenly, the door swung open and she was forcefully pulled out.
Kim's groan echoed as she hit the cold ground, only to be yanked to her feet once more.
"I won't go in there!" she protested, struggling against Roy's grip.
But Roy's strength overpowered her resistance, and he forced Kim into the warehouse, where she landed harshly on the floor.
Kim grimaced as the handcuffs felt tight on her wrists.
"YOU'RE A STUPID BITCH!" Roy exclaimed.
Kim rose to her knees and presented her hands.
"Roy, you're not a mean person; it's Kent's influence that's troubling you, don't follow in his footsteps…" Kim implored.
Roy paced around, clearly agitated.
"Ouch!" Kim uttered softly.
Kim turned away, a trickle of tears mixing with her sighs.
21ST DISTRICT
Six hours had passed since Kim's disappearance, and the team was on edge.
Adam tried to distract himself, his patience wearing thin with each passing moment.
"Guys, you might wanna see this!" Kevin suddenly shouted.
The team gathered around Kevin's monitor.
"See this car? It matches the suspect's profile: the speed, the headlights," Kevin explained.
"Kevin's onto something. The reckless speed, ignoring traffic signals—it's our guy," Jay confirmed with a nod.
Hank leaned in for a closer look.
"When was this recorded?" Hank inquired.
"11PM," Kevin replied with certainty.
Jay turned to Voight, "Sarge, this aligns with the timeline of Burgess's abduction."
Hank gave a firm nod to Jay, "Take Erin and work the lead!"
Erin and Jay quickly grabbed their coats and made their way downstairs.
WAREHOUSE
As the warehouse clock ticked past the sixth hour of her captivity, the ordeal weighed heavily on Kim.
She eyed Roy, who was now slumbering deeply, and decided to act.
Stealthily, she stood and made a move for the supple gun. She got up and tried grabbing the pliant gun.
Startled awake, Roy reached out and clutched at Kim's arm.
"Stop! GET OFF ME!" demanded Kim.
With a forceful shove, Kim sent Roy stumbling back against the wall and swiftly struck him in the abdomen.
Kim's locks flew upwards before cascading down as Roy delivered a quick jab to her midsection.
"Argh!" Kim exclaimed, pain evident in her voice.
She collapsed onto her back, and Roy, seizing the opportunity, pressed his foot against her hand.
" A-Ahh…" Kim grimaced, enduring the pain.
With a grunt, Roy retrieved his cell phone from his pocket.
"We've got an issue," Roy muttered with a sigh.
Meanwhile, Kim lay immobilized, silently yearning for rescue.
The intelligence unit approached the residence linked to the car.
"Let's proceed calmly and methodically," Hank began.
Impatient, Adam forcefully opened the door.
"Hank called out, "RUZEK!"
The team entered swiftly, noticing Adam's intense focus on the elderly man.
"What's going on here?" Hank demanded.
Adam's gaze didn't waver from the old man.
"He has information about Kim…" Adam growled.
The old man, looking frightened, turned his eyes towards Voight.
"Take it easy!" Kevin interjected,
Ignoring him, Adam fired a warning shot into the floor near the old man's foot and stormed out.
Erin sighed and grabbed some tissues.
"5021 Lincoln: Roll me an ambo to 1700 South Wells. I got an elderly, GSW to leg." Erin radioed.
Kevin trailed behind Adam as he exited the house, shouting after him.
"RUZE!"
Adam halted, releasing a weary sigh.
"Yes?" he inquired.
Kevin's gaze met Adam's with intensity.
"Really? You attacked a senior citizen! You're risking your badge!" Kevin protested.
Adam gave a dismissive sniff, indifferent to the fallout.
"So what? My wife's out there, and I'm the only one who seems to care about finding her!" Adam retorted, his frustration boiling over.
Kevin exhaled deeply and said, "We're all desperate to find her, but that doesn't justify attacking the elderly, even if it's Kim involved!"
Adam's eyes blazed as he turned to Kevin. "Actually, it does justify it—especially because it is Kim!" His voice was tinged with a Californian accent as he spoke.
Instinctively, Kevin lunged at Adam, and the two began to scuffle.
Erin and Jay burst into the fray, prying the two apart.
"ENOUGH! BOTH OF YOU, STOP!" Erin commanded.
Jay cast a stern glance at both Adam and Kevin. "THIS ENDS NOW!" he shouted, his Irish accent breaking through.
Erin inhaled sharply, her breath hitching with emotion.
"SOMEONE WE LOVE IS MISSING! EVERY MINUTE WE WASTE! IS EVERY MINUTE WE'RE NOT FOCUSED IN ON FINDING KIM!" she exclaimed.
Adam and Kevin inhaled deeply, while Erin and Jay guided them upstairs with a sense of urgency.
"Let's go, we've got something to tell you…" Jay said in a hushed tone.
Together, they ascended the stairs and entered the main office area.
WAREHOUSE
Kent made his way into the warehouse, his gun ready in hand.
Roy stood up and approached him.
"Kent, I'm so sorry—" Roy began, but was abruptly silenced as two shots fired, striking him squarely in the chest.
Kim rose to her feet, her hands raised in desperation.
"Please, think of my daughter—" she implored.
But her plea was cut short as two more shots were fired. Kim collapsed, her life slipping away.
Kent departed from the warehouse, leaving behind Roy's lifeless body and Kim, whose life was fading fast.
Minutes passed…
Against all odds, a faint heartbeat fluttered in Kim's chest, and she regained consciousness with a soft groan.
"Ah…" she murmured, agony coursing through her.
Upon inspection, she found two wounds from the gunshots and let out a labored sigh.
"Ugh…" she uttered.
Her gaze then settled on Roy, motionless and beyond help. With resolve, she took his belt and a sock to create an impromptu tourniquet, wincing from the pain as she secured it.
Once stable, Kim knew she had to leave. She lay prone and inched her way out of the warehouse with great effort.
Five minutes later…
Kim reached the outdoors, her fingers clawing desperately at the dirt.
"Ugh!" she grunted with each painstaking movement.
She noticed a vehicle close by and dragged herself towards it. Gathering her remaining strength, she seized a large stone and smashed the car window. The glass gave way, and she opened the door.
With a groan, Kim maneuvered into the driver's seat.
"Don't die… Don't die…" she murmured to herself.
In her last moment of consciousness, Kim managed to switch on the headlights—a silent call for help.
As darkness enveloped her once more, hope was now her only ally.
UNKNOWN ADDRESS
The intelligence team was patrolling close to the warehouse when Erin and Kevin spotted the beacon of headlights.
"Kev, do you see that?" Erin inquired, her voice tense.
Kevin gave a quick nod and they both sprinted towards the light.
"This is 5021 Frank: We've located the Buick mentioned in the BOLO. Send an ambulance to 1900 South Sierra, stat," Kevin radioed in urgently.
Upon reaching the car, Erin and Kevin were met with the sight of Kim's bloodied hands.
"Kim, it's Erin. Hang in there, we've found you," Erin spoke gently, trying to comfort her.
Meanwhile, Kevin surveyed the warehouse before returning to assist Erin, who was cradling Kim in her arms.
"We're not waiting; we're driving her to the hospital ourselves!" Erin declared firmly.
With a nod of agreement, Kevin carefully positioned Kim on his lap in the car, ready to rush her to medical care.
Erin drove out of the warehouse and rushed to Med.
WAREHOUSE
In a desolate warehouse, Hank held Kent captive, his frustration palpable.
"What have you done with Kim Burgess?" Hank demanded, his voice laced with anger.
A sudden clatter of a pipe falling caused Hank to whirl around, gun aimed at Jay who had inadvertently caused the noise.
Jay raised his hands slowly, his eyes locking with Kent's.
"What's your business here, Jay?" Hank questioned, suspicion in his tone.
Approaching cautiously, Jay replied in a hushed tone, "Hank… you know this isn't right."
Hank's gaze hardened as he retorted, "Your presence wasn't requested."
Ignoring the warning, Jay reached for his radio, "5021 George—"
Hank cut him off, moving closer, "Stop! You can't report this…"
Jay was visibly shocked by Hank's plea.
"What do you mean? He needs help!" Jay protested.
Hank's eyes met Jay's, a silent battle of wills ensuing.
"If you call it in, you'll ruin any chance of justice for Kim," Hank said softly, almost pleadingly.
Jay was conflicted, caught between his duty and the potential cover-up.
"Every command you've given, every harsh word… I've endured it all without letting it break me. But this—what you're doing to a suspect—it's pulling me down with you," Jay said, his voice breaking with emotion.
Before Hank could utter a word, Jay's phone interrupted with a call.
"What's up, Er?" Jay answered with a weary tone.
Erin's voice was a relief to hear.
"Jay, we've located Kim!" she announced eagerly.
As Hank lunged towards Kent, Jay restrained him.
"They've found her, Hank! She's been found!" Jay relayed with excitement.
Hank paused, concern etched on his face.
"How is she?" he inquired urgently.
Jay echoed the question to Erin, "Yeah, Erin, is she alright?"
Erin's gaze fixed on the road as she reported grimly.
"She's unconscious, wounded by two gunshots to the abdomen; one passed through, the other lodged inside. She's been losing blood continuously."
Hank advanced on Kent, but Jay yanked him away.
"We're heading to Med now. Watch for the Buick," she cautioned before ending the call.
Jay faced Hank, his expression grave. "Erin's en route to Med—"
His words were cut short as Kent grappled Hank into a chokehold, his gun poised.
"LET IT GO! KENT! DROP THE GUN!" Jay yelled desperately.
With a sinister chuckle, Kent ignored the plea until Jay fired three shots. Kent released Hank and crumpled to the ground.
Jay stood in shock. "Oh My God…" he murmured.
Hank took the gun from Jay's trembling hands and discharged the remaining bullets.
"He was about to shoot you," Jay stammered out.
Hank nodded solemnly and comforted Jay with a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
"You did what you had to do, Jay," Hank consoled softly.
Exhausted, Jay collapsed onto the floor, overcome with emotion.
Later, as he entered the apartment, his eyes met Erin's.
Pausing her activity, Erin greeted him with a cheerful, "Hi Babe!"
Jay managed a weary smile and a sniffle in response.
"What's wrong, love?" Erin asked softly, sensing his distress.
With a heavy sigh, Jay confessed, "Er, the thought of losing you terrifies me…"
Confusion flickered across Erin's face before she took his hands in hers.
"Jay, I'm not going anywhere," she assured him firmly.
His smile returned, albeit faintly.
"Come here," she beckoned gently.
But Jay shook his head, "No, I need to wash off the day's troubles," he murmured before heading upstairs for a shower, leaving Erin to ponder his words.
In the solitude of the shower, Jay sipped on Scotch, trying to drown his sorrows.
As the water washed away the blood, he scrubbed at a stain on his cheek.
Hours later, Erin lay sleeping peacefully in bed, while Jay lay beside her, wide-eyed and haunted by the day's events.