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Antonio was entering the bullpen with a paper on his hands. Jay looked up from his paperwork and frowned.

"Warrant?"

"Not yet." Antonio replied making his way to the board. "New mug-shot."

"We're sure he's gonna be alone, right? We don't proceed unless he is." Voight claimed as he leant on his office doorframe. "And when we do, it's a no-knock deal. It's all about the first three seconds of engagement."

"We lose the element of surprise; whole new rulebook." Antonio added.

"Who's their inside man?" Ruzek asked while sitting on his chair.

"Naismith's isn't saying, but they've had a narcotics cop deep undercover for 8 months." Antonio replied.

"And today is Christmas." Jay joked.

"And it's a record-breaking score."

"A brief little window of opportunity before it disappears onto the street." Voight announced.

"Eight months of prep." Kevin repeated, trying to realize.

"And they get to watch us fly in for the grand finale." Upton smiled, happy to finally take that guy down.

Platt arrived in the bullpen dropping some files on Voight's desk. On her way, she took a look at the board and stopped right in front of it, examining it.

"What's the deal on the guy you're taking down?" she asked Upton and Halstead exiting the break room, both with a cup of coffee.

"Name's Sean Keenan" Upton replied. "Got a boatload of priors, squeaked his way out of a couple homicide charges."

"He's looking at his third strike today." Jay added.

"Warrants in." Antonio said while limping up the stairs. Everybody stood up from their chair.

"We're up!" Voight said walking out his office and heading just like the others to the basement to gear up.

"I need you tomorrow night…" Jay said while he was helping Hailey to put her vest on.

"Yeah? What for?!" she smirked.

"Well Will and Nat are going to a gala and asked me to come by. Didn't want to go, so I lied" he cleared his throat. She turned around, and looked at him with questioning eyes. "I kinda told them I already had something… and you were the first person who came into my mind. And they insisted, I mean really insisted that I bring you to this gala."

Hailey giggled. "uh uh" she shook her head no. "I'm not going on a double date with your brother and her girlfriend. These two look like horny teenagers when they are together."

Jay chuckled. "come on. At least we will be together. it's just a gala, we go, we say hello and then we leave."

Hailey turned Jay so she could help him put his vest.

"Fine. We should be good." She finally declared "I mean unless any of your exes are gonna be at the gala" she smirked.

"Is that a problem for you?" Jay kept on the same attitude.

"Well no, not a problem for me…More a problem for you, see because I'm gonna be looking good and the last thing that I need is some jealous hussy reading into thing wrong, causing a scene" she sighed desperately. Jay turned around readjusting his vest and putting his earpiece just as Hailey.

"Guess I'd better take a closer look at the guest list." He looked at her.

"Guess you better."

Jay and Hailey have been used to this little game they often play. It's inoffensive, they were now very good friends for a long time and since Erin, Jay decided to not date any coworkers. Well, since 3 years, Jay never really dated a girl, or it was just for a few weeks or less. Hailey was a very professional detective who never thought about crossing the line with Jay. They were just friends and meant on keeping that way.

The team arrived on 2 bulletproof minivans in an underground parking. When they all got out, a man was waiting for them while one of his men were arresting two other guys on the parking. The man was Naismith, a narcotic cop.

"Greetings." Olinsky said while getting out of the minivan.

"Nothing if not punctual, huh?" the man replied.

"What, only two sentries? That's interesting, a day like today." Voight replied.

"You want a no-tip-off guarantee? How 'bout we round up the whole neighborhood."

Antonio throw a glare to the man while opening the trunk to get the weapons.

"How's it looks?" Voight asked.

"It's good. Just waiting on word from Geddes. Seconds away. Here's the elevator service key." The man handed them a key.

"Geddes' your undercover?" Jay asked while taking his machine gun.

"Harlan Geddes?" Ruzek asked.

"Yeah, you know him?" Naismith replied.

"Yeah, we were at the academic together. Had a barbecue a couple of weeks ago."

"What's his in?" Voight demanded.

"He's worked his way up through the ranks over the past eight months from, uh, low-life to mid-level runner. Trust factor's pretty high, so ass-hat's givin' Geddes a slice to sell to the neighborhood kids." The narcotic cop answered.

"Anything else we need to know?" Voight questioned.

"Yeah, you know about the double homicide, right?"

"Yeah-yeah, how'd he beat the rap?"

"Joys of the justice system. Look, if this guy feels cornered, he's gonna bite, okay?"

"Speed and surprise, we get it." Olinsky told him.

"Yeah, you do this right, Geddes gets a shower and shave."

Geddes walked out from the drug dealer apartment and after making sure it was cleared with no danger he took his phone.

Naismith answered the call and hanged up a few seconds after.

"Hey, it's geddes. We're a go."

"All right, target's alone. This is it. Let's do this!" Voight said "We're switching up: Jay, you're gonna be three, Antonio gonna take the lead entry."

"We're changing the tac plan?" Jay asked angry.

"Tac plan's a thing of beauty. Let's go." Voight replied not paying attention at Jay's behavior. "Upton, Atwater roof side." He added.

"Why?" Jay continued to argue. Voight turned around and looked at Jay.

"Because when you're democratically elected team leader, you get to make autocratic decisions." He glared at Jay. "Let's go. Everybody goes home tonight!"

A 19-year-old boy entered a building, he seemed perturbed and on the edge, not convinced that what he was about to do was the right thing.

Geedes was still in the corridor, ready to leave this place as soon as possible. His eyes met with the young man but didn't pay attention at first. It was after a few more steps that he stopped on his way out.

"Okay, Antonio, our guys are almost at the roof." Voight declared through the earpiece.

"Upton? Atwater?" Antonio spoke through the earpiece to know where they were.

"Gearing up." The two of them were on the roof, putting on a harness to slide down the building alongside the windows.

Geddes who recognized the young man in the corridor ran back to his direction. The boy was waiting in front of the dealer's door.

"Hey, a waste of time, man, store's closed. Come on." Geddes said, trying to get the boy out of this place.

"I'm not shopping." The boy replied, still on the edge. Geddes was about to reply but the door opened, letting appear the dealer.

"Little man!" the dealer said with welcoming arms. "Look at you, eh? Look at you. Where you been all my life?" the dealer said before looking at Geddes.

"Hey, we're done. You get that product on the street. You're still on probation."

"Yeah, I ran into Jackson on the stairs. We should hit it, man." Geddes said, wrapping his arms around the boy's shoulders.

"You two know each other?"

"Yeah, Jackson and me go back."

"Interesting." The drug dealer said, suspicious.

"Jacks, man, we should shake it. I got you covered." Geddes insisted.

"No, I got a better idea." The dealer interrupted, realizing something was off. "This is good. Get in here. Both of you"

The team was getting more and more deep in the building, climbing the stairs to reach the right floor. They threw a little ball with a camera included.

"clear." Olinsky said while looking at his tablet.

Voight and Naismith were both in the minivan, looking at the camera of the building.

"Where's Geddes?" the narcotic cops asked, starting to be anxious.

"He should be here by now. Call him." Voight replied.

"Action on my go." Antonio said, everyone behind him, preparing to break the door.

"Three, two"

Geddes received the call from his boss and answered it

"yo, I'm still busy with my friend, okay?" he tried to avert them that he was trap with the dealer.

"Geddes is back inside." Naismith told Voight while hanging up.

"One." Antonio said

"Hold, hold. Antonio hold." Voight said through the radio.

"Holding." Antonio turned around to his team.

"Geddes's inside. Plan's changed."

"Boss?"

"Fall back, fall back."

"Give me the tenant profiles. Now!" Voight ordered Naismith.

"All right, neighborhoods to the right. There's trouble left."

"Trouble stairs?" Voight frowned.

"It's under renovation." Naismith responded.

"That's good. 'tonio, sixth floor." Voight talked on the radio.

"Copy that." Antonio said while turning around to his team. "Upton, Atwater, fall back to the sixth floor…Game's changed."

"Copy." Upton said.

"So much for speed and surprise." Naismith snapped, looking at Voight who was sitting beside him.

This latter threw him a glare. This guy was starting to seriously piss him off.

"So, Jackson, you gotta meet up with your probie today?" the drug dealer asked the boy.

"no."

"No? Were you on the breakfast tv this morning, win the free makeover?"

The Geddes stepped closer to the boy and stopped in front of him.

"Yeah, guy looks sharp?" he put his hands on the boy's cheeks, making the boy looking at him. "think I could clean up as good as you? Shave and a haircut?" Geddes looked at the boy right into the eyes, trying to speak with his eyes. "So, like, I was sayin', we should get moving. I'll take care of you."

The boy quickly understood. "Uh, yeah. Yeah, okay."

"What about your money?" Keenan asked, frowning.

"Oh, I'll come get it later."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"No. Sit." Keenan ordered.

The team was leaping the stairs to reach the 6th floor before they met with construction workers.

"We need to ask you to evacuate while we take care of a police investigation in the building. Please exit as quickly as you can down the stairs." Olinsky said.

"You're going into partnership." Keenan declared. "You remember what I promised you? Big things. I keep my promises, little man. This is me saying, 'I want you back.' Show of faith. It's on me."

The boy wasn't feeling good. The more time he passes in this apartment the more he realized he was doing a big mistake.

"How much did you say you needed, huh?" the dealer motioned his head toward the table where little bags of cocaine were laying. "You take this to the street, you're back in the game. Maybe even got a little extra left over for yourself?" he smiled.

Jackson shook his head. "Nah, man, I'm good."

"you sure you're good?" Keenan titled his head to the right. " 'Cause you don't look so good to me. And I'm not so sure who it is I'm talking to, who you turned into!"

"What are you talking about?"

Geddes once again stepped in "Sean, come on, man, chill. It's jacks. It's all good."

Keenan looked at Geddes with warning eyes.

"I'm talking." He looked back at Jackson "Can I trust you, little man? Look me in the eyes, 'cause I think you just failed your first test."

"Yo, we been lookin' for you, man." A boy was making his way to one of Keenan's man.

"What's up?" this latter asked.

"Cops on the roof bro" he said without stopping and walking away.

"it's swat." He added.

Kennan's man looked up and immediately took his phone.

"Sean, come on, man" Jackson tried to explain "I just came here for a loan, I swear."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Keenan sighed.

"Okay. Okay." He tapped on Jackson cheeks with both of his hands, smiling before a call snap him out.

Voight and Naismith were still in the minivan, looking at the tablet which was showing what was happening inside the apartment. Both frowned at the video.

"you getting this?" Voight asked

"Well, we got somebody else here."

"There's three individuals. Who's this?" Voight questioned angry.

"No idea." The narcotic cop replied.

Keenan's face became red of rage. He hung up the phone violently.

"I knew it! - I could smell it on you!" he looked at Jackson.

"Sean! Sean! Keep it cool, man. What's going on?" Geddes tried to calm him and ease the tension. He already understood that Keenan was aware of the presence of cops outside his apartment.

"You got your cop buddies outside?" Keenan asked

"Cops?"

"I'm gonna kill you, you lying piece of" Keenan stepped forward to Jackson, his fist ready to punch the boy. But Geddes intervened and tried to hold back the enraged man.

"No-no, no-no, Sean, I didn't call the cops, I swear." The boys tried to protect himself. "Sean, I would never do that to you."

"I took you under my wing, I gave you financial independence." He yelled at him.

"Sean, Sean, think about this, man, it's not gonna help us. Okay?" Geddes tried to discuss.

"I'm only doing this because I promised my sister." Jackson explained.

"Look at me! You sold me out." Keenan got out his gun from his back and pointed it at the young boy.

"Sean, I didn't. I didn't." Jackson started to cry.

"Sean, Sean, listen to me. Listen to me." Geddes put his hands in front of him to make him back off. "Just put the gun down, okay? That's not gonna… that's not gonna help."

"I invest in you. I put my trust in you." Sean was still looking at Jackson.

"Look, let's think this through, okay?" Geddes was becoming more and more nervous. He realized this was gonna end badly.

"And you spit on all that to make yourself a deal?!" Kennan was yelling louder and louder.

"It couldn't be jacks, okay? Just leave the kid alone."

"You had a future." Keenan stepped closer to Jackson with his gun.

"Don't do it." Geddes tried to say but Sean pushed him aside and looked at him.

"One more word"

"Sean, please." Jackson pleaded.

"I trusted you." Sean was still pointing his gun at Jackson.

"It wasn't me." Jackson said looking down, with his hands in front of him to protect himself. Geddes looked at the both of them and knew he had to act now. So he jumped on Keenan, trying to get his gun out of his hand. But nothing came as he intended. A gunshot rang and Geddes found himself on the floor, lying to his own blood leaving a terrified Jackson.

"Officer down!" Voight yelled at the radio before taking his phone to call 911 "E.M.T. 195 Lake shore drive. No siren, no siren." Voight ordered while getting out of the minivan. Naismith followed.

"Get him out. Get him out." Naismith shouted at Voight.

"No, Keenan's still armed; two people in the crossfire." Voight said. If they intervened now, the boy would be in danger.

"Your guys are at the door, get him out!"

"You still alive, douche? You want some more?" Keenan yelled at the man on the floor.

"No, no, no, no, no! Don't kill him. He's a cop!" Jackson tried to push the dealer away from the body.

"He's not a cop, he's a lousy-"

"he's a cop, okay? He's a cop. Don't kill him. Don't make it worse."

"You know he's a cop and you don't tell me?" Keenan yelled back at Jackson.

"I didn't know, okay? I just recognized him just now. He's one of the guys that arrested me."

"We need a new entry plan." Voight declared on the radio.

"There's no time. We should be in there already." Jay responded, he didn't understand why they weren't acting.

Kennan was on the edge, he wiped his forehead with his hand holding the gun. He took a minute to regain himself.

"Okay you're not going anywhere. It's You and me, little man. Let's do this. Bolt the door!" He ordered before making his way to the kitchen. He opened some cupboard and took out bricks of cocaine.

"yeah." Jackson said as he went to bolt the door as requested.

Suddenly the phone rang. Both looked at each other and then at the home phone. Keenan walked forward and answered.

"Yeah"

"This is sergeant Hank Voight with the Chicago police department. Am I speaking with Sean Keenan?"

"Yes you are. How can I help you, Hank?" Keenan replied while taking some bricks of cocaine and walking in the bathroom to threw everything in the toilet.

"You want to tell me what's going on here today?" Voight asked.

"Why, Hank? What's on your mind, hmm?" Keenan began to make round trips between the kitchen where all the bricks of cocaine were laying and the bathroom.

"Option a: We let the boss talk him out. Option b: We try to isolate Keenan, maybe we got a shot at a clean rescue." Antonio stated, looking at the map of the apartment he had under his eyes.

"What about immediate entry?" Jay insisted, still not understanding the passivity of the team in front of this case.

"Jay, hold off." Antonio replied, glaring at him for the 10th time.

"You know what, Sean, let's cut the pleasantries and get to the point, okay? We both know why my team and I are here, right?" Voight was talking to Keenan while climbing the stairs to join his team.

"Yeah? Well, why don't you tell me all about it." Keenan was still throwing his drugs away.

"Hey, man, hang on" Jackson kneeled down next to Geddes. "Easy, easy, easy." He said as the man was gasping. "You're gonna be okay, all right."

"You gotta- you should get out." The man whimpered.

"You know how I remember you? At the green grouse, it was you who arrested me." Jackson tried to get his mind off.

"sorry." The man closed his eyes at the pain on his abdomen.

"No-no-no, man, don't be sorry. Turned my life around." He giggled nervously. How was he gonna get out of this mess.

"Kid go on, get out." Geddes insisted. He knew the cops would intervene soon and didn't want the kid to be hurt accidently, or by Keenan.

"We got a guy dying in there." Jay said with greeted teeth.

"He's in the line of fire. And we also have an unknown who's in the line of fire." Olinsky replied.

"What are we saving cops or we saving drug dealers?" Jay scoffed.

"Jay." Antonio had enough of Jay's attitude.

"I'm just saying."

"He had the gun pointed at the kid." Olinsky tried to explain the situation to Jay because obviously this later don't understand the danger for the kid.

"We do an explosive entry, flash bangs-" Jay continued.

"Keenan still has time to fire his weapon." Antonio shook his head.

"He's right. We got more than one life here." Upton joined the men's opinion.

"I'm not putting this kid at risk." Antonio said, looking at the tablet which was showing the apartment of Keenan and the position of everyone in there.

Voight arrived, his phone on his ear. " 'Cause there's only a couple of ways this can go, right? We're not looking for more people to get hurt."

Voight put his phone on his chest so that Keenan wouldn't hear what was gonna come out from the detective's mouths. He looked at Antonio.

"This guy's on his third strike. It's gonna be all about the blaze of glory." Antonio said.

"How's Geddes doing?" Voight asked.

"He's hanging in there. I don't know how much longer." Olinsky replied.

"Options." Voight said to Antonio before putting back his phone to his ear. "Sean, we can resolve this, peacefully, right now, if you make the right choice. Place your weapon on the floor and you come out your door."

"Okay, Hank, I hear ya." He replied, going back to the kitchen. "Just need to think over my options over here."

"well, you do. You think about those options, but you think about them very carefully because you're already apprehended, right? That's a given. If you want to make things better for your future, you should think about showing us that you can make the right choice." Voight put the phone on his chest. "Running out of time, 'tonio"

Naismith's phone rang. It was Geddes number.

"yeah?"

After a few minutes, Naismith turned to the team "It's the kid in the room."

Antonio took the phone "Jackson. My name's Antonio I'm a police officer with the Chicago police department."

"I want to help."

"Okay, okay, let's talk. Jackson, you did the right thing calling. The man who's shot, how's he doing? "

"Uh, there's a… there's a lot of blood, he's bleeding pretty bad."

"Okay, is he breathing?"

"Yeah-yeah-yeah, he's breathing."

"Okay, his name's Harlan. Now I need you to do me a favor, Jackson. I need you to move your finger back and forth in front of his eyes."

"No, no, he's conscious, he's fine."

"Okay, that's good. That's good."

"Look, um, I can't talk long, if Sean comes in-"

"If he comes back, Jackson, just put the phone down. Okay, just put the phone down, but leave it on, all right? That way we can hear you."

Voight was still with the drug dealer on the phone. "You make the smart choice and that sends a positive message."

"This is all my fault. This shouldn't have happened, I just, I just" the boy's voice broke.

"take it easy, Jackson-"

"I, I need the money. I swear to god I was clean. I'm clean now."

"Jackson, that's amazing. Are you doing the steps?"

"Yeah, yeah. Eight months."

"That's incredible. That's incredible. That shows me that you got a lot of strength; that you can do this. All right, you wanna help? I need you to wrap that towel tight against his stomach. Okay, he's still bleeding, you gotta slow that down. Okay, we gotta get in there. We gotta get in there and do our job. I don't wanna see you get hurt, so I need you to get out."

"No-no-no, I'm not leaving. This is my fault."

"Nope, we've got an ambulance on the way."

Voight came back to his team after hanging up with the drug dealer.

"It's my fault. I'm not leaving."

"Okay. Take a look at the door. Do you see anything unusual? Any booby-traps? Any wires around the frame, around the door handle, any-"

"No, no, it's two locks and a bolt."

"Good. Okay, that's good news. Okay, here's the thing, if we come in now, Jackson, you and Geddes are right in the line of fire. Okay, so what I'm gonna ask you to do is move him to the other room."

"Oh, god, I can try."

Jackson kneeled down next to Geddes and looked at him. "'kay, man, I'm gonna try and move you, okay? All right, ready?" He began to pulled him but the man moaned in pain. "Come on. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

"my name is Harlan." The undercover man said with difficulties.

"What?" Jackson kneeled down again to hear him better.

"My name is Harlan Geddes. Please tell my wife I, I love her."

The phone was still on, causing the team to hear everything Geddes was saying.

"we're losing him." Jay said angry, trying to get Voight doing something.

"The kid's putting himself on the line here."

"No, we got an officer on the line here." Jay contradicted.

"Careful." Voight snapped back glaring at Jay.

"Tell my boys that I'm proud of them. And I love 'em, okay?"

"Voight!" Jay yelled.

"you're gonna be fine, okay, man? It's all right. I just I just gotta move you, okay? I'm sorry, it's gonna hurt. Okay." Jackson was terrorized while moving the man.

"Ruzek and Atwater gear up for rappel descent. Stay out of the window and prepare for flash bangs." Voight ordered.

"There's no time!" Jay yelled.

"Jay, we lost surprise. A window distraction buys us a couple of seconds." Upton stepped in.

Two minutes later, everyone was ready to enter the flat. Jackson heard a shot rang behind the door. The police were breaking the handle to enter. Then the next thing he saw was some ball coming closer and exploding, projecting him back. It was flash bangs.

"Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!"

After a few shot guns exchanged, the drug dealer put his hands up.

"police, get down!"

He put down his gun and kneeled down.

"Hold your fire!" Voight yelled "Unarmed subject! Get down on the floor! Get down on the ground! Get down! Stay down!"

"Get his hands!"

"Constable, likes it rough."

Ruzek ran toward Harlan Geddes laying in his blood, unconscious.

"He's still breathing!" he declared.

Antonio looked around and saw another body on the floor.

"Jackson!" he ran toward him and kneeled down.

"I got you, buddy. I got you. The paramedics are just around the corner." Antonio placed his hands on the wound. "I got you. You're gonna be okay." He tried to make him comfortable. The boy was gasping, he was in so much pain and was ready to close his eyes. "You did it. You did it, buddy. You did it. You did those 12 steps; you can do anything. You gotta just keep talking. That's it. You're gonna be. fine, just keep talkin'. You're fine. You're gonna just hang on. Just keep talkin' to me, all right?" Antonio was putting the boys head up to keep him conscious "Okay, you're gonna be okay. You're gonna be okay. You're all right, you're okay."

"Ella." Jackson whimpered.

"Who's Ella? Who's Ella, Jackson?" Antonio tried to keep him awake.

"She's such a goof. She she makes me laugh." He gasped, crying.

"Jackson, I bet she's proud of you." Jackson eyes closed themselves. "Stay with me, Jackson." Antonio tried to shake him up. "Jackson? Stay with me Jackson? Jackson? Jackson!"

Antonio gasped as he realized the boy was dead. He closed his eyes and made the sign of the cross.

Jay was outside, his weapon still on him. He saw Voight walking past him.

"Looks like Geddes is gonna make it. Too bad about the kid. How else was it gonna end?" he provoked him.

"I don't know. I don't know, but that is not your call! And maybe I was wrong, Jay.

Maybe." He pushed Jay back violently "But I need to know that my team is on my side. You go in on my command. Are we clear? I'm the boss here, I can make you leave this unit in no seconds." He threated him.

"Don't I know it…" Jay scoffed.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

Jay was about to reply but Hailey arrived and placed her arms around Jay waist to make him leave with her.

"It's been a long day serg' " she said before getting away with Jay.

After a few steps Hailey looked at Jay. "You need to stop this attitude toward Voight Jay. Or you are gonna regret it. Seriously" Hailey tried to reason him but Jay didn't respond. He kept walking. Hailey knew what it was all about.

"Jay you need to move on. It's been 3 years."

"You don't know what you are talking about Hailey."

"Maybe. But you can't keep take it out on Voight."

"Hailey.' Jay glared at her.

End of the first chapter! I hope you guys liked it. Please review, the next chapter is on his way. Maybe Tomorrow or the day after tomorrow !