Finding nothing that would help us to an extent, my eyes felt like they were burning from staring at the screen for so long. Pushing my chair away from my desk, I walked into the break room, letting my thoughts overtake me. I took my phone out to look at the text Eliza sent me. Knowing I had a few minutes, I dialed the first number listed and put my phone up to my ear.

"Hello?" Ellie's mom picked up on the second ring. Secretly, I was grateful I didn't have to leave a message after the constant phone tag with different people.

"Hi, my name is Hailey. I'm Eva's biological mom." It took her a moment, but I heard her take in a deep breath as my words registered.

"Hailey, yes. I'm Michele. I talked to Eva's social worker the other day. She said you would be calling about possibly getting the girls together?"

"Yes. Eva has been having a hard time adjusting since she got here. I thought it would be nice for her to have some friends to talk to."

"Definitely. I'm sure Ellie would love to talk to her again. She's been asking about her ever since she left. Have you talked to Hannah's parents yet?"

"No, you're actually the first person I've called. This is the first moment I've had to set this up."

"I'm a nurse who juggles a house, a husband, and three small children. I totally understand your struggle. So, Ellie takes dance class three times a week in the evenings but we're mostly free on the weekends."

"I'm free here and there on the weekends as well."

"Oh good. I'm sure we can figure something out then. I know Hannah also takes dance during the week but in another class. I could find out what works for her and get back to you?"

"You don't have to do that."

"It's really no problem."

"If you don't mind?" I thought about it for a moment. Honestly, I wanted to talk to Hannah's parents too, just to get a feel for who they were. At the same time, that was one more phone call I would have to make.

"No problem at all. I will give her mom a call right now and let you know."

"Thank you so much."

"Of course. I look forward to hearing from you soon, Hailey."

"You too." I only had a minute to revel with excitement before hearing heavy footsteps trailing up the stairs, followed by angry voices. I figured at least Kevin, and Jay were arriving back at headquarters and unleashing their frustrations with each other.

"Jay! What the hell is going on, man?" I walked around the corner to see Kevin with his hands splayed out in front of him as he moved towards Jay. "We came to make a deal. What are they playing games for?"

"Hold up, man! It was a go on our side too, all right?" Jay pointed back at him, his tone almost as heated as Kevin's was. "Get your boy in line."

"Really, dawg?"

"Hey, wait," I couldn't take this conversation escalating any longer as Kim stood beside me. "Your guys have the guns, right?"

"The gun that Nate pulled was definitely an M4, that much I know." Jay's anger deflated the more he explained the situation, possibly because Voight quietly joined the conversation. "I don't know how much they actually have, though."

"All right, so were these guys being careful, or were they just trying to buy time 'cause they don't have the guns in their possession?" Antonio questioned, now standing beside Voight. He was doing well to defuse Jay, while still giving more insight into what took place with Nate and his men.

"It's unclear. Dexter plays everything close to the vest."

"Okay, so let's keep this thing alive, all right? Jay and Kevin, you stay under. Try to make this gun deal happen." Voight suggested calmly trying to move this case along. "We have to get these M4's off the street. They're too powerful." Jay held up his fist to Kevin to show everything was good between them.

"Let's go." Kevin and Jay moved past them to head out. The rest of us in the room were about to head back to our desks when we all froze hearing many footsteps behind us. Trudy appeared to be bothered but was trying to mask her worry as she reached out to Voight.

"Hank, we got company." A guy who had little to no hair but on the sides of his head, and a woman wearing a dark-sleeved jacket covering her dark skin followed behind Trudy.

"What the hell do you want? Hmm." Voight came head to head with the guy, unable to hide his distaste for how they had entered into his unit, completely ignoring him before making a beeline towards Al who had been sitting quietly at his desk in the back of the room.

"Bad news, Al." The man was humorless as he announced the information. There had been rumors, even talk about Al taking the fall for killing Kevin Bingham, the guy who murdered Voight's son. "Grand jury voted to indict."

"You're under arrest for the murder of Kevin Bingham." The woman piped up not even a few seconds after. This scenario right here was every cop's worst nightmare, being arrested for doing something wrong by the people you work for. "Stand up."

"We're going to need your weapon and badge." The man had a quieter edge as if he were debating how good or bad it was to arrest one of your own.

"What, are you kidding me? Handcuffs? Voight was on her tail as the woman made a move to reach into her back pocket to pull out the manacles. "He's got thirty years on the job."

"Weapon and badge, now." She continued to ignore Voight, only keeping her focus on Al as if he were some highly dangerous person instead of a decorated cop.

"Slowly." The man warned when Al pulled his gun out of his holster. He couldn't take it away fast enough, even though Al would have never pulled it on him in the first place. The level of shock as we watched this scenario unfold was unreal, even more so as Al visibly sighed as he took one last look at his badge before placing it on top of his desk.

"Let's go." She finished cuffing him, which was a dang shame knowing it was more of an overkill than a precaution. Al kept his eyes towards the floor until he passed everyone on the team, his gaze finally meeting Voight's.

"I've got this."