Gabby raced with the paramedics into the hospital becoming increasingly worried about her brother, she anxiously rattles off details about his condition to a doctor. She sucks in a deep breath when they push Antonio away to an operating theatre.
Upstairs, in the postnatal ward Leslie, Clarice and Kelly stood in shock after the lawyer had come in, dumped the yellow envelope on Leslie’s lap and left. All of that shock was lost for a moment when a nurse comes in holding Clarice’s baby.
“All cleaned up daddy” she grins as she tried to pass the baby to Kelly
“Oh I’m not-“ he tries but the next thing he knows he’s holding out his arms taking the baby. He looks down at the boys tiny face and he can’t help but smile.
“Daddy” Leslie whispers with a grin as Clarice leans against her chest. Leslie’s phone buzzes and she picks it up reading a text from Gabby. She doesn’t say anything to the others as she races out of Clarice’s room and down into the emergency department.
“Dawson, what happened?” Leslie asks as her friend bursts into tears, Leslie wraps her arms around her as she sobs heavily into her shoulder.
Matt came home from his morning run to see his mum in the kitchen having made pancakes
“I made a third plate, I wasn’t sure if your friend was staying”
“Brett went home last night” he nods looking at her apprehensively
“I'm not happy about our fight last night. It's important to me that we communicate.”
“I agree.” Matt nods leaning into the doorway, his hands were in the pocket of his blue jacket and the hood was over his head, the morning was cold, and while he was warm from his run, standing in the doorway was beginning to cause him to cool down a little.
“I get the sense you weren't too happy about me going out with my friend Gary last night.”
“It had nothing to do with... Gary. I thought we agreed you would have dinner with Brett and I. Not to mention, I was worried about my mother violating her parole” Nancy sits down at the kitchen table and Matt joins her.
“Fine. Agreed. Can we... agree to trust each other? To discuss things like two adults?”
“I'm happy to hear it. Eat while they're still warm.” Nancy smiles, but Matt doesn’t move towards the cutlery. In fact he doesn’t even look at the plate underneath him.
“You know something? You're right. If we're gonna live together, we need to get things out in the open. So I'm gonna ask. Why'd you do it?” he asks sucking in a deep breath
“Now you're just being hurtful.” She shakes her head
“No, I'm asking a question I need the answer to. In 15 years, you've never told me why. What made you go over to dad's?” he asked calmly but Nancy didn’t reciprocate this calmness. She throws her napkin on the plate and stands up screaming
“You always do this!” she booms walking away.
Gabby stood with Sylvie and Leslie in the bunk room as she told Sylvie what had happened to her brother
“He was really cagey. We were talking right before it happened.” She nods with a sniffle
“he's lucky that you were there.” Sylvie rubs her shoulder gently before pulling her into a full-blown hug.
“Is he out of ICU?” Leslie asks
“No, not yet. I’m gonna go to the hospital after shift”
“Alright I’ll go with you” Leslie nods as Matt walks into the bunk room one foot after the other on a mission to get to Gabby as quickly as he could
“Hey, I just heard. How is he?”
“Uh, he lost a lot of blood so they’re still doing transfusions” Gabby says lifting her head off Sylvie’s shoulder straightening up slightly.
“I’m so sorry, your brother went so above and beyond for me with the Voight thing, If there’s anything I can do, just let me know” Matt sighs
“Thank you” Gabby nods
“Uh, Chief wanted me to tell you there’s a police detective here to see you in his office for some follow-up questions”. Matt makes eye contact with Sylvie as he leaves heading in the direction of the squad table to catch up with Kelly. Gabby forces a smile to the two paramedics and then excuses herself to head in the direction of Boden’s office.
“Dawson, come on in. This is Detective Dan Vikan from Narcotics.” Boden introduces as she shakes hands with the man.
“Very sorry to hear about Antonio. We got damn near every cop in this city out looking for who shot him.” Dan says
“Good to know.”
“Antonio was looking for the leader of the crew that's been putting out the bad drugs. He talk to you about that? 'Cause I know you had a conversation with him right before he was shot.”
“He said that guys from Narcotics were being territorial and didn't want a guy from Vice taking his collars, so he was doing twice the work.” Gabby says seriously as Dan laughs.
“Let's have an honest conversation. Your brother went way off the reservation on this one.”
“You told me you were here to investigate the shooter, not investigate Antonio.” Boden speaks up
“It's all related, Chief, and unfortunately, the first step is to try to sift through eight layers of lies he told his superiors and colleagues, myself included.” Dan turns to him and then back to Gabby as she begins to speak, her arms folded over her chest defensively.
“I'd trust my brother with my life. I don't know you from a load of wood.” She bites
“Your boss has my card if you decide to change your mind and help.” Dan retorts opening the door to excuse himself.
“I honestly don't know anything about what's going on with Antonio.” Gabby says to Boden as she too makes her exit from his office.
Kelly is in the locker room tying his shoes when Peter makes his way handing him half a wrap.
“Thanks” Kelly smiles “I hope you’re not trying to butter me up because it’s not going to get you anywhere” he warns before biting into the wrap “This is pretty good”
“Yeah my mum owns a diner” he nods “So I’m pretty good at the whole cooking thing”
“Right. and your dad?”
“Uh, he actually used to be on squad himself. Henry Mills” He nods awkwardly
“Oh right. name sounds familiar. Line of duty death right?”
“Sorry man” Kelly offers his sincere condolences.
“Yeah, thanks” Peter says “Uh, real breakfast is ready by the way. I made it” Peter stands up and walks back to the common room where Herrmann stood talking to Leslie
“Shay, this is that baby book I was telling you about. Lots of good stuff, swaddling, soothing”
“Thanks Herrmann, hey do you know if it says anything about sleep schedules?” she asks Herrmann shrugs
“I didn’t read it” he scoffs walking up to the bench grabbing a plate as Matt filed his with bacon and eggs.
“you're our guy for construction on the new bar, right?”
“I believe the offer was free consultation.”
“Okay. All right. Fine. Yeah. The inspection is tomorrow, and then our new silent partner is coming over here later for a meet and greet. We just gotta make sure that this guy knows that we're driving this car.”
“Go easy. Extra partner means lower cost for the rest of us.” Otis mumbled as he shovelled bacon into his mouth
“I'm with Herrmann. There's an old Japanese proverb. Don't let your daughter-in-law eat your autumn eggplants.” Mouch speaks up from his spot on the couch, he had already finished his breakfast and Pouch was on the floor licking his plate
“What the hell does that mean?” Herrmann asks
“Don't let yourself be taken advantage of.”
Engine 51, Truck 81, Ambulance 61, possible drowning. On the way to the scene the members of squad 3 were pulling their wetsuits on. When they rush to the scene a man and a young boy come running up to them.
“We were playing and all of a sudden, Patrick fell in!” the boy cries.
“Please, help my son.”
“How long's he been under?” Boden asks
“Three minutes, maybe more.”
“Let's get that straight-frame to the edge of the lake right now.” Boden orders as he hands Matt a life jacket
“Exactly where did he fall in?” he asks connecting the plastic buckles on his life jacket and doing up the zip.
“Right here. He came up for a second. Then he went right back down again.” The father says hastily as Herrmann lowers a ladder into the water.
“Keep feeding me line until I hit bottom. Then allow 6 more feet every time I tug twice, all right? When I tug three times, I've got the kid.” Kelly explains handing Matt a rope bag, the father continues to cry out for the firefighters to save his son. Not long after Kelly reaches the bottom of the lake, he tugs three times telling Matt he had found the kid. The members of squad spring into action as Matt begins to tow Kelly and Patrick back to the surface of the water
“Mills, go with the ambulance as backup.” Boden orders. When Kelly and the child reach the surface the father cries out in panic yelling ‘is he alive’ repeatedly to the paramedics as they tried to get in and see the boy.
“Pushing epinephrine.” Sylvie says as Leslie began to intubate the boy
“Brett, check for lung sounds.”
“Let's do a pulse check.” Leslie orders as Sylvie put her fingers to the boys neck searching but failing to find a pulse, she looks up at the PIC who had tears in her eyes. It wasn’t like Leslie to get emotional during calls but when she looked at Patrick all she could see was Clarice’s son.
“Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Wait a second. I have a pulse.” Sylvie says
“Wait, are you sure?” Peter asks
“Yeah. Yeah, pulse, it's... BP's 60 over 40.” Peter says as everyone in the ambulance’s faces light up. When they get to the hospital it is a quick drop off and Leslie is at a nurses station signing paperwork when the members of Squad 3 approach her
“Hey. How's the kid?” Kelly asks stopping next to his best friend
“Good.” She nods
“Yeah. Got him warmed up. His BP is stabilized.” Leslie smiles as Patrick’s father approaches the two of them. Kelly shakes his hand with a smile.
“I just heard the news. That's great.”
“Yes. Thanks to you guys. I just want you to know, uh... I didn't... my son was in that water, and I froze. I... I did nothing. “ Kelly opens his mouth to comfort the man but he just keeps talking “I don't know why I just stood there. I wanted to move, but my feet wouldn't...”
“Listen to me. I've been to thousands of accident scenes, and you never know any given day how someone's going to react.” Kelly explains
“Yeah, but I did nothing. He's my son, and I did nothing.”
“That's cold, dangerous water. You went in there, we'd have been rescuing two.”
“If you hadn't shown up...”
“But we did. And now your boy's gonna be fine. And you're gonna be here to take him home.” Kelly reassures him earning a small smile of gratitude from he man before he walks away to be with his son.
Herrmann and Otis walked into the briefing room, Herrmann tells Otis he will handle the situation to which Otis smiles and nods. Each of the men introduce themselves and sit down at a table.
“we wanted to open up the lines of communication and let you know our perspective on the whole partnership thing.” Herrmann explains
“So, uh, with the Latino girl, we're four, right? I think that's actually "latina." Otis replies
“Oh, yeah, sorry. Yeah. Look, I'm no math major, but partnership-wise, that's 25% stake each, no?”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. No, no, no. The old man definitely did not say equal partnership. He said take care of you based upon what you brought to the table. So construction, hauling, initial investment.” Herrmann lists hoping the man will be able to come up with something to offer.
“I don't have a lot of out-of-pocket money to do any investing. I... so...”
“We're not talking 25% then.”
“Okay, sure. Yeah, yeah. No, I... I get your point.”
“Listen, let's just see what you bring to the table. We'll see how it goes, and we'll make sure that it's fair.”
“Sounds great. Uh, look, I gotta get back to work, but I'll see you tomorrow at the inspection, huh?”
Leslie and Clarice lay on the floor with Clarice’s baby, Leslie looked at him dressed in navy blue and green.
“You know, Daniel's planning on using the fact that I was in therapy and on antidepressants as proof that I'm mentally unstable.” Clarice sighs
“Screw Daniel. We're strong enough. We'll handle whatever he throws our way.”
“Well, the lawyer did say there was another option.”
“We could offer 50/50 custody.”
“I know Daniel will take it. You know, and then we can just end all of this and focus on being a family.” Leslie thinks before she agrees somewhat reluctantly.
Gabby walked past a series of police officers standing in the hospital hallway before she makes her way into Antonio’s room. He was asleep, Gabby clears her throat and he opens his eyes to see his sister staring down at him.
“I'd be dead, you hadn't been there.” He says
“No, you'd have crawled your way to the front door.”
“Has anybody come talk to you?”
“Uh, some detective from Narcotics named Vikan. Yeah. He's after my badge.”
“He's saying you've gone off the rails.”
“Look, this started out as prostitutes getting a hold of bad dope. That's a Vice case, which is why I got involved. Then it turned into the bad dope being dealt. That's when Narcotics came in. Then it became about that new gang that I was telling you about trying to push their way in and take over.”
“Laura and the kids?” Gabby asks
“Department's putting them in protective custody until they catch who tried to kill me.”
“Have they been threatened?”
“There's been some hang ups on our home phone line.”
“If this was all about gangs, there is one cop who could have helped out.”
“Don't even think about it.” Antonio warns, but Gabby thought about it. In fact she thought about it so much that the next day, she goes to the prison to see Detective Voight.
“Uh... my name's Gabr...” she tries to introduce herself
“I know who you are. What the hell do you want?”
“My brother, Antonio Dawson, he works in Vice...”
“Yeah, yeah. He's the guy who put the cuffs on me. You tell him I said hi, okay?”
“Okay, well, this involves him. So if you've got your panties in a twist over how he does his job and that's a deal breaker for you, you just say so, and I'll leave.”
“Continue.” Gabby clears her throat and begins to explain the situation.
“He's investigating some bad dope that's been dumped on prostitutes. Uh, it's about some new gang...”
“I've heard all about that.”
“He was shot a couple days ago. But this is more than just him and his family still having a bull's-eye on their chest. Girls are dying out there. If my brother was willing to risk his life trying to stop it, I'm willing to risk mine trying to help him.”
“My ex-partner had a thing he liked to say. "What was the first thing Adam said when the good lord dropped him in Eden?" "What's in it for me?"
“You know, I came here on the off chance that, despite what happened, you might still care about trying to prevent people from dying. I don't know what your jail situation is. As a former cop, I'm assuming you're segregated. So... maybe by helping out, that would go a ways to getting you some better... Uh, I don't know, accommodations?”
“Then this conversation becomes about favors.”
“Okay, you help me, I'll help you.”
“You're gonna wanna talk to a guy named T.T. He operates out of a two-story on the corner of 27th and state. And I wouldn't advise you come knocking for him on your own.”
“Well, I can take care of myself.”
“Fine. Just tell him Voight sent you. You're looking for someone to testify about the Red Hooks. That's the gang your brother was trying to take down. T.T. owes me. And he's motivated because the Red Hooks are trying to move in on his action.”
“Yeah, okay. All right, got it. T.T. Got it.”
“I'll be seeing you around.”
“Thanks for your help.”
Herrmann and Otis stood in Molly’s, there was plenty to be done sure but the inspector was anxiety inducing the way he would scratch his head before writing on the paper time and time again on loop like a cartoon character.
“I don't get this inspector, man. This bar's been here for 30 years. The old man said he never had a problem.” Otis mumbles as the inspector approaches them
“Shut up.” Herrmann mumbles to Otis “So how's it looking?” If Herrmann was honest he was scared to ask, and rightfully so because the inspector immediately begins listing off things that were wrong with the bar and needed fixing.
“Unfortunately, we have issues. Main one being the layout. Your kitchen and bar area are too close together.”
“Mr. Stephanides said that you've always approved it.” Herrmann replies
Ah, well, see, that's a different situation. Mr. Stephanides and I had an understanding.” He says walking away. Otis approaches the inspector who continued to look at the building. Otis pulls out small change and offers to hand it to the inspector who simply scoffs at the offer.
Kelly sat at the kitchen table with a baby in his arms as Leslie approaches him from behind.
“God. What are you, posing for a calendar?” Leslie laughs. Kelly had the book Herrmann gave them in front of him
“It's called a football hold.” He grins proud of his skills.
“Thank God he looks like Clarice.” Leslie sighs shaking her head “Was he crying?” she asks heading toward the fridge
“No. Not too bad.” He says continuing to rock the baby
“I must have been out like a light. I'm so sorry.”
“No, it's fine. Really. I don't mind.”
Gabby walked into an old rundown house, there was minimal furniture and dust clad all the surfaces. Mould was emerging from the roof and corners of the floorboards, she sees a man and makes her way over to him
“Uh... my name's Gabriela. I'm looking for T.T.” as she speaks a man walks up behind her knocking Gabby to the floor and holding a gun to the back of her head.
“Why you asking around about me, bitch?”
“Voight. Detective Voight. He told me to come see you.” She whimpers
“You a cop?”
“I'm Gabriela Dawson, firehouse 51. I need your help. My brother's a cop, and he was shot last night. Girls are dying from bad dope. You know this because they're trying to move in on you. Voight told me that you can get somebody to testify against the Red Hooks.”
“You come around here again, I'ma blow your head clean off. Do you understand me?” when Gabby went to the firehouse for her shift the following day, she was immediately called into Boden’s office, Gabby knew instantly what this impromptu meeting was concerning as she walked in taking a seat on the couch.
“This is probably gonna come as a surprise to you. Jail visitation logs are monitored. Certainly those concerning dirty ex-cops. I got a call. Several, in fact. What's my response gonna be, Gabby?”
“I went there to see if Voight would provide any help with the Antonio thing.”
“Gabby. I can't do anything about what you do off shift, so I will save my breath. I will give you a bit of advice. The news on this is gonna travel fast. Sure as hell got to me quick. So you may wanna bring in a certain someone from this house before it gets on the grapevine and he forms his own opinion.” Gabby nods, she knew what he was referring to so she stood up and walked out in search of Matt Casey. She found him in the briefing room and begun to explain the situation to him.
“They tried to kill Antonio, and for all I know, they may still wanna finish the job. Plus all those O.Ds...”
“Voight tried to take me out. He's a liar and a crook.” Matt yells, he had sympathy for Gabby’s situation but he was under the impression that Gabby cared about him, he thought that she would want to protect him as well as her brother. But instead, she hurt him, she could have told him about her plans to visit Voight before she did so. But she didn’t.
“I know. But sometimes you gotta, you know, dance with the devil. “
“Really? Is that the way it works?”
“Casey, I didn't feel like I had any other choice. I'm sorry.”
“Hey, just do what you need to do, okay? I hope it works out.” He storms out of the room leaving Gabby alone. She kicks a chair and heads toward his office wanting nothing more than to be alone.
Peter Mills was making coffee when Kelly approached him.
“Hey Peter, so um, I wanted to get back to you about the extra classes you wanted. If you haven't already done Hazmat Rech, Vertical Rescue and Building Collapse. you're gonna wanna do them. Uh also any sort of scuba class would probably be beneficial”
“Thanks lieutenant, I really appreciate it”
“No problems, and uh, let me know if any of them are full.” he nudges Peter’s shoulder gently
Arthur and the building inspector walk onto the apparatus floor to meet with Herrmann and Otis hearing the news that their building had passed the inspection, the inspector drops a pile of paperwork on the squad table nervously and tells them to sign on the dotted line, he apologises for any misunderstanding and promptly leaves visibly avoiding Arthurs gaze. Otis had poured a glass of Russian Vodka for Arthur and the building inspector, Arthur picks up his glass and takes a sip before beginning to speak to the two firefighters.
“I was thinking about our first conversation about what it is I bring to the table. I bring a lot of intangibles, I think they call it. In fact, I'd say I bring 25% worth.” He takes the shot and also leaves in the same direction the building inspector had. Herrmann’s mind was spinning with the possibilities of what Arthur had done to cause the building inspector to change his mind.
Gabby sat in the locker room with her head in her hands as Peter leaned against his locker watching her.
“You gotta stop this now. You wanna get shot too? Just... let the investigation play itself out.”
“I think I just ruined a friendship.” She mumbles her cheeks were tear stricken and Peter couldn’t help but come and sit next to her wrapping his arms around Gabby. He gently kisses her head when the bells go off. Truck 81, Squad 3, Battalion 25, Ambulance 61, house collapse. 1600 block, North Poplar.
When they arrive at the scene a cream house was open with magazines falling out the front door, a woman explains to the firefighters that a ceiling had collapsed. Matt makes his way to the front door but sees the door was jammed and there was no way a whole firefighting team could fit through the door so instead they decide to go through the basement entrance.
“Okay, we're going in. Truck and Squad, get all the airbags and cribbing we have. Get it out here now.” Boden orders as the firefighters run off to grab supplies “We'll slide 'em in one by one, and then we'll use the cribbing as support. Severide, you're in front. Call out the line.”
“All right, Casey, Herrmann, Capp, Cruz, Hadley, Dawson, you guys are with me. The rest of you guys, up to feed the line. Let's go.” Kelly orders as they begin to make their way in through the basement, the whole building was crackling around them as they slide into the crawlspace.
“More cribbing.” Kelly calls up the hole relaying the information to each individual as cribbing is passed down to him. They begin to elevate what was once the ceiling to allow more room for them to get through. They shine a torch into the newly opened space to reveal a young teenage boy, his blonde hair was looking more like brown surrounded by debris with dirt in his hair and all over his face.
“Send the Stokes basket down the tunnel.” Kelly orders when he notices a girl behind the boy.
“You guys okay?” Kelly asks as he begins to move the two out from the crevice. When they emerge from the household and begin to head in the direction of the ambulance when the woman runs up to the stokes basket frantically talking to her daughter, Herrmann reassures her that she is okay.
"Hey Brett, d'you see my moves at that lake call earlier today" Hadley grins when he sees Sylvie from the Squad table as she's walking inside from a call
"Yeah, you did good" she nodded sincerely, she may not have liked Hadley's attitude very much but she wasn't one to be unnecessarily rude so she then excuses herself and goes inside to grab a drink of water from the tap.
When Truck 81 arrive back at the firehouse, Boden approaches Gabby informing her that there’s a woman in the briefing room waiting for her.
“You Gabriela?” she asks.
“T.T. told me to come here.”
“I'm glad you did.”
“And I can trust you?”
“'Cause I'm not playing around. All right, if I'm gonna help, I need assurances. I need to get out of town for my testimony. They'll kill me in a second if they knew I was here.”
“Whatever you need, it'll be taken care of. You have my word. What do you know?”
Arthur stood talking with two other men when Herrmann pulled up on the side of the street in front of them.
“Hey, partner.” Arthur chimes as Herrmann closes the door.
“Arthur... I wanna come clean with you. All right, the thing is, I got a checkered history in terms of business investments. Some people, they hoard broken junk. Well, I hoard broken opportunities. My point is is that I'm really looking forward to owning this bar. It's an investment opportunity that I truly believe is gonna work.”
“So what's the problem?”
“You're the problem. You're a bully. You use threats and violence to intimidate people, so if you wanna have at it and smash up my legs just like you did that poor bastard inspector, then have at it. I mean it.”
“Is that right?”
“I'm a firefighter, Arthur. I see a lot of things that, believe me, you don't wanna see. I don't get squeamish. Instead of 25%, you get 1%. 1% of what I foresee as being pretty solid profits. All for doing nothing but walking away from our bar and staying away.”
“I'll expect my 1% monthly.”
Clarice, Leslie and Kelly sat on the floor of their apartment as Kelly was building a cot, Leslie’s arm was wrapped around Clarice’s waist as she clung closely to her girlfriend.
“Any word back yet from Daniel on the 50/50 offer?” Kelly asks mouth full of pasta
“No, not yet.” Clarice frowns.
“Oh, he'll take it. It's the best deal he's gonna get, and he knows it.” Leslie smiles
“Well, Wesley is gonna have a good man in his life, regardless.” Clarice smiles
“That's nice of you to say.” Kelly smiles as he finished tightening another bolt he stood up “All right, well, there you have it. I can keep it in my room until you're ready to swap it out.”
Antonio was sitting in the hospital bed now awake and alert, far better than he was the last time Gabby came to visit, his room was now littered with cards and bouquets.
“I thought I told you not to get involved”.
“Captain just told me your girl gave a full statement, including the identity of the shooter.”
“This ends it, right?”
“Well, it should. But what did you promise Voight? Uh, I told him I'd return the favor. Whatever that means.”
“You're in bed with this guy now, Gabby.”
“Hey. Someone tried to kill my brother. If you mess with my family, you mess with me. I don't regret what I did.”
“I love you. And I'm proud to be your brother.”
When Matt arrived home that night he was unlocking the door as his phone rang, he looks at the caller ID and then ignores the call. He walks inside and his mother stands up.
“I'm so sorry, Matt. Ron and I just kinda lost track of time, and something happened with his car. I don't know, it had something to do with the clutch. And it broke down on us right on the Eisenhower, of course. We had to call the tow truck, go to the service center. Do you want me to get the driver's card and... or the receipt?”
“Yeah. Get 'em for me.”
“I don't know why I even bother.”
“You got two weeks to find a new place.”
“What? Where am I gonna live? Where am I gonna go?”
“I don't know. You got two weeks to figure it out.” Matt mumbles walking away but Nancy opens her mouth and continues to talk
“He chipped away at me, you know? Every day. Your father. He convinced me that, not only wasn't I a worthy mother, I wasn't even a worthy person. I believed him. Then he started to do it to you. Every day another sidelong comment, another criticism. You remember it. I know you do. You started to internalize it, and my worst fear was coming true... that he was gonna do to you what he did to me. So that night he called, we argued... and he said something about you. Something... so cruel. And I snapped. And I went, and I got the gun out of the box that he kept in the closet. And I took the house key that you left out. And I drove across town. And I shot him. Just to shut him up. Just to never hear those words coming out of his mouth again. I know what you're thinking. I know what you thought. But I know you, Matthew. You don't have that kind of anger inside of you, that ability to completely lose control. You're not me. And I think that's what you really wanted to know.” Nancy looks at her son and then walks into the guest bedroom of his house.