"Hey." His voice was quiet as I approached my desk, more because he was slightly distracted by observing his partner walking up the stairs. It was something we did often, reading each other's thoughts without having to say a word. Still, I knew he wanted to ask, just by that curious look in his eyes. "How did everything go this morning?"

I held up my index and thumb about an inch away from each other to signify there had been little change since yesterday's fiasco. Eva had held off panicking until we were walking down the hall. As she dug her heels into the ground, I had no choice but to sigh in frustration and park us on the passing bench for several minutes waiting for her to calm down.

Jay sighed heavily, the reality of it hitting him even though I had put nothing into words. Whether it was my tiredness or worry etching across my face, I knew he was holding off asking because the team was already there at the office So we did the only thing we could do, burying ourselves in this case until we could physically talk through things.

While he went back to searching through any information about the case, I went through running prints of the two men we had found back at the apartment. That was one thing that had been put on the back burner and I wanted to get it done to see if we could identify who these two were and if they could tell us exactly why they had been targeted.

Just as I got the results, the team gathered with Antonio at the forefront leading to today's discussion. "The rip followed the same MO as our previous two. They blast the doors open, kill everybody inside, grab money and product and get the hell out of there."

"Just ran the prints of the two dead guys." Standing up, I grabbed the pictures from the file and walked up to present my findings. "Nothing. No names, no criminal history." With that, I handed the pictures to Antonio, so he could add them to the ever-growing list of victims and how they connected to the other cases.

"That makes six dead bangers." Jay frowned slightly, folding his arms over his chest as he took a seat between his desk and mine.

"And Felix Montero. Just turned ten." I added, the weight of sorrow reflecting in all of our faces as I held up his picture and Antonio added it to the board with a hardened grimace. Now that I had Eva, I was starting to understand why cases like this really got to him more than anyone else.

"We talked to Felix's mom." Kim piped up, bringing me from my thoughts as she swung her cornflower colored cup back and forth. "She says she saw two Latino's, 20's, but that's all we got."

"Somebody had to see them," Kevin added with a shrug as he searched over all the pictures, clearly reaching for a lead, a direction or somewhere that didn't feel like we were going to hit a dead end. "They didn't just disappear out of thin air."

"Alright, so let's double down on the traffic cams, start canvassing for more witnesses." Voight piped up, giving us the direction we had been seeking since this case began.

"Ask me, we should assume this is an inside job," Al stated confidently, putting his two cents in. "You don't get the address of a stash house in the yellow pages." He had a point. Just how did these perpetrators know where to blow out the door and steal the drugs?

"Hmm," Voight grunted, which I figured could mean a range of things from, you make a good point to run with it and see where it goes.

"Ah, he's right." Antonio supported the idea as he gestured over at the photos of the men, who even though they had been doing the wrong thing, had been in the wrong place at the wrong time. "I mean, these guys aren't just getting lucky. They know where to go and when to go."

"You know, it could be someone inside the Latin Hoods." Jay sat up a little straighter on the desk. "I'm going to reach out to a buddy in Gangs."

"Good, chase that." Voight gave him the go-ahead as I watched Al hesitate slightly as he waited for Voight to finish. "Everybody else, reach out to your CI's, and put some money on the street." Knowing he was finished, we all grabbed our jackets and headed out to the parking lot. Kevin and Adam had paired up and were off. Kim hopped into her own car moments later which finally left us alone.

"I take it things didn't go very well when you dropped Eva off today?" As he turned the key in the ignition, it created a moment to collect my the noise died down.

"You really know how to start a conversation." I chuckled, sort of relieved we were finally alone to talk, then realized I hadn't answered his question. "I had to physically carry her down the hall and she ran back to me twice before I had to have a heart to heart with her."

"That's rough. Anything I can do to help?" Leave it to Jay to volunteer, despite not being particularly comfortable around children.

"No right now, no. I think this is just something that Eva and I are going to have to figure out." I saw him nod slightly, eyes still focused on the road. "I was thinking about also calling her social worker and seeing if she can tell me anything about her life with the Busby's."

"You think something's off?"

"I don't know yet for sure, but I'm wondering if anyone has offered Eva any counseling or really talked to her about her parent's death. I would imagine she got to go to their funeral. My old boss mentioned they had been searching for me for about a week before coming to Chicago."

"If she didn't get to, she might not be getting the closer she needs," Jay mentioned, taking a turn down a back road towards some older rundown buildings. "Don't most schools have some kind of psychologist or counseling?"

"Maybe," I said, even though I partially knew the answer to that question. When we were in school, the principal had almost made my younger brother go to one. Luckily, they had let it slide and made him do extra work or some kind of community payoff instead. Even now when I got the opportunity, I couldn't help reminding him how he could have blown everything for us back then. How our lives could have changed significantly if something like that had occurred.