"Upton." Kim handed me another file with pictures to add to the current stack of photos and information. In the past half hour, Kim, Antonio and I had come up with two minor leads, but nothing to lead us to a conclusion. So trust me when I say, it was refreshing when Jay walked back in.

"I just talked to my buddy in gangs. The stash house that got robbed belonged to the 16th Street Boys, not the Latin Hoods."

"So much for the inside job theory," I stated, referring to what Al had said about whether it was a cop giving away locations of a stash house. So far we had no evidence that supported that theory, but it was always a possibility in the back of our minds when we came across a case like this.

"Yeah, which puts us back to square one," Jay stated, just before Adam rushed into the office..

"Alright. My CI's got intel on two Hispanic bangers moving products out of a house." Adam gave us just the glimmer of light we had been searching for. "On 47th and Racine. Cobra label."

"Get a warrant," Antonio advised, acting for what Voight would do if he were here. Voight had disappeared after we had left and hadn't returned since then. I honestly didn't like to think about what he was doing. It wasn't any of my business.

"We don't need a warrant. House is vacant."

"Let's hit it." Antonio gave the go-ahead and we all grabbed our coats and moved downstairs. Kevin was at the front desk but ended the conversation as soon as we had hit the third step down. Jay and I hopped in one car, and Adam, Kim, and Antonio in the other. With lights on, we made it to the abandoned house in about twelve minutes. Adam cleared the side of the house, Antonio flanked the door, Kevin stood ready with the battering ram, Kim stood at the forefront waiting for a clear signal from Adam, while Jay and I stayed back ready to head towards the back of the house.

"Go." Kim signaled over to Adam, who did the same for Kevin who was ready to take the door down the second the order was given.

"Chicago PD!" Kevin yelled, the door splintering open the minute that ram hit against it with one swift blow. A Hispanic man, just like Adam's CI had detailed, flew off the chair and ran towards the back of the house.

"Hey! Stop right there. Chicago PD." Kim yelled, her voice traveling as they moved inside the house. Jay and I had just approached the back door just seconds before the door flew open.

"Hey. Hey!"

"Chicago PD!" Jay called out as I grabbed onto the man's hoodie, and threw him up against the wall. "You got this?" He kept his gun pointed at the man, his head cocked towards the open door where the rest of the team may need assistance.

"I got this." Holding onto the suspect, I watched as Jay moved towards the open window. The curtain drew open about thirty seconds later by the second suspect and by the expression on his face, Jay was just telling him to make a move and he would shoot him through the window.

"Come on, let me go! I didn't do anything!"" The guy innocently called out as I held him against the wall. Of course, I didn't let up and only held on tighter. I never grew tired of hearing how many suspects said they were innocent when we could practically nail them for their crimes.

"You stay right there! Don't you move!" Kim's voice carried outside "So, Antonio, you got me?"

"I got you."

"Come on, don't shoot." The other suspect was undoubtedly cornered as we waited until the scene was cleared. As the other suspect was apprehended, Jay lowered his weapon, patting down the suspect to find there was nothing on him.

"Second suspect apprehended." Antonio's voice came through the radio. "Jay, you guys good back there?"

"Yeah, we're good out here,." Jay stated back into the radio, the knife now bagged and secured as I finished handcuffing the suspect and we walked towards the police car.

"Found it underneath the stove." Kevin held up two identical bags to the one we had found at the apartment building.

"Our guy was playing innocent like they had nothing to do with the drugs." Kim had just finished putting the other guy in the car when she walked back towards us.

"They never do." I couldn't help but smile as we watched as the offenders were transported so they could be processed back at the department. "No guns have been found anywhere on the suspects I'll have techs look for any blood and hair and then head back."

"Okay, we'll see you there." Kim disappeared inside the house as we walked further away from the crime scene and climbed back into our car.

"In light of sounding like a broken record, you haven't heard anything from Eva's school?"

"Not since she called the last time. Although, I'm not quite sure that's a good thing."

"How so?"

"I don't know. Call it mother's intuition." I threw out as he turned the key in the ignition. "I know she's trying to be tough by only calling me once a day, but it's also killing me knowing how much she is struggling to be there and not knowing why."

"You can't fight all her battles for her."

"I know." I smiled sadly, turning to look out the window with a worried glance. "But I could stand to be a little tougher with her. Apprehending that suspect made me realize the difference between how I handle them and her. We've been walking around on eggshells around each other since she came to live with me."

"My mom was actually the same way," Jay confessed although I was slightly surprised he was opening up since he hardly ever talked about her. "Whenever my brother and I were struggling, she would sit us down until we told her everything."

"She sounds like she was a good mother."

"She was." His tone reflected almost a kind of longing as he kept his eyes on the road. "What I'm saying is sometimes all a kid needs is to know that they are truly loved. It doesn't solve everything but it does make all the difference."