#I saw a reference picture of this and immediately wanted to draw casey in this pose chugging down his drink of choice

[rangerzath]

Alex Casey's morning routine. A good FBI Agent always has one.

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Jon

Jon walked out from his apartment for a little while that night, it was getting pretty cramped in his apartment with no fresh air. It was pretty quiet that evening, just to the point where he almost questioned it. As he began walking, a car started to pull away from the curb from behind him. His eyes narrowed a moment, just to get a quick glimpse. His eyes squinted just a bit to get a good mental picture and slowly reached into his jacket pocket to take out his phone. He scrolled through his contacts and stopped at Lindsey, it was basically the only other name he could trust at the time.

Placing the phone on speaker, he waited for her answer. It seemed to be taking forever, as the car started to draw closer to him. Jon cursed under his breath as he looked down at his phone while it was still trying to reach her. Looking off to his side, he noticed one of the back windows opening just enough for a gun to appear. Leaving him just a moment to think as he rushed over to some cover quickly as the flash from the barrel of a gun was going off. Jon dropped his phone as he fell forward when a bullet collided.

The car quickly drove away, but ended up waking up a lot of people in it's wake. Jon was left laying out with his hand covering up his wound that penetrated his lower abdomen- "Sh*t..." he laid his head back and eventually hearing the sounds of faint sirens in the distance. By the time the Police arrived, they immediately called an Ambulance. The time it took to arrive surely had to be nothing short of a miracle. They didn't waste any time at all to make sure he got to a hospital as quickly as possible-

Erin

The last few days had been trying on Erin.  She had been working long hours, heading to CJ’s and then heading by her apartment briefly on her way to work.  Caroline, a doctor at Chicago Med, had been staying in her apartment, which meant that Erin was having to spend her time at her boyfriend’s instead of her own place where they normally would go after work.  She couldn’t risk Caroline finding out about her relationship, nor could she let it out to anyone else really.  Already, two people knew, one because she had told them, and one had put it together.  She couldn’t risk making the same mistakes she had learned from early on, so her relationship had moved to CJ’s home for the time being.

In the moment that her phone rang, she was completely unavailable, wrapped up in CJ and the short time they would share together.  Sneaking around had moments of thrill and then moments where she wondered what would happen if they just put it all out there.  She knew that moving forward just couldn’t happen without coming clean, though the idea of confessing to the lies to everyone was just too much.  She had a goal of one day taking over the unit, and the best way to do that was with Luciano by her side.  The two made a fantastic team, and there was no way she would allow that to disappear without a fight.

A half hour later, she heard CJ in the shower, giving her time to check her phone.  When she heard gunshots on the other end of the message, she nearly dropped her phone.  The missed call log indicated that Jon had called her, which meant this message was from his line.  “Babe, I gotta run out.  I’ll be back soon.”  She called to him in the bathroom, then grabbed her things and raced to dress and leave his home.  Arriving at Chicago Med, she approached the nurse’s desk at the ER and demanded the information on the fallen Jon Miller.  Directed to a room, she tapped on the door, stepping inside a moment later to see Jon lying in bed.  “Has he…?” she started to ask the nurse as she walked past Erin and left the room.  “Bitch,” Erin shook her head, going to the side of the bed and biting at her lip as she sighed.  “I’m so sorry I missed your call,” she whispered, her hands resting against the plastic guards on the side of the bed.

Jon

Amazingly enough, he only had some sustained injury but would still need surgery in the process even though he had an exit wound. There was no telling what kind of internal damage was taken until they finished up. According to a few x-rays though, it seemed like it barely missed some precious organs but his movement was very limited since they didn't want to risk any more damage- "Not your fault..you were just the only person that I really trusted." he managed to speak pretty clearly, and was also on some really good drugs to take away a lot of the pain- "It's not the first time that I have been shot anyway." he looked up at her a moment and looked down over his bandaged abdomen that was fully covered up to keep direct pressure-

"I managed to get a plate number though.." he asked for something to write with, and to write on. His memory was brief, but he wanted to make sure that he collected as much information as possible from that incident. When he had something, he began to write down a License plate number and handed it back to her- "If you find out who the hell shot me, kick him in the nuts, will ya?" he tried to chuckle a bit, but he only caused some minor pain in the process- "If anything, I am really glad you came. Couldn't really ask for a better friend." he smiled, and a Nurse came back in to let Lindsey know that she had to leave since he was prepped for surgery-

"Take care of yourself. Hope to see you later on." he was taken away after speaking with her. Thus, being taken right to the ER-

Erin

With the pen and paper still in her hands from where Jon had given her a plate number, she watched as he was taken from the room.  She took a few steps back, staying out of the way of the bed as it was wheeled out of the room.  His words stuck in her mind, that she was the only one he trusted.  To say that Erin had a lot on her plate at the moment was an understatement.  She had Caroline staying with her, she was having to be extra careful with her relationship remaining a secret, and now this.  She took a deep breath and walked out of the room, continuing to watch as Jon was wheeled in for emergency surgery.

Two officers approached her,  skipping introductions as she knew them well.  “Yeah, I know the victim.  Jon Miller, CFD.  He was shot in a drive by.”  Her voice remained calm and completely professional, though she wished she could have been of more help.  Lifting her hand that held the paper, she passed it to the male officer before her.  “He got a plate number.  And I have a voicemail on my phone that records the actual shooting.”

Taking her phone from her pocket, she handed it to them, relinquishing it into evidence for them to pull the voicemail off and put into mp3 format.  “I’m just gonna wait around until he’s out of surgery, so don’t rush with the phone.  I’ll get it back later.”  She added as she stepped away from the officers, gesturing to the ER waiting room.  “I’ll just be… out there.”  She nodded and accepted their thanks as she pushed through the double doors to the waiting room and took a seat to wait.

Jon

The surgery seemed to take forever, and from when he was rolled into surgery a few people from CFD came by to wait as well. Once the news broke out from one Medic, it would travel pretty fast from one person to another. A few familiar faces came by, including Severide that approached Lindsey right away when he saw her- "Hey, any news yet?" he asked her, and looked up at the clock a moment. Everyone in the waiting room were pretty quiet through the late part of the evening, and soon enough the time reaching Midnight. A few minutes after that time, a Surgeon stepped out into the waiting room. A few people stood up immediately to hear the news-

"Jon pulled through the Surgery. However, he's going to have a long time to recover." Just as he was about to walk away, he turned right back again- "Oh, right. Lindsey? Erin Lindsey? He was asking for you, he said it was important. Can't have you stay long though. He's going to need his rest." In the recovery area, Jon was still in a weak state of mind, but when she came in he made an effort to speak as best he could- "H-hey." Jon spoke up, and looked up at her- "Y-yo-you ne-ed to be ca-reful out there, you hear me?" he was referring to any threats that may come her way as well, and didn't want to see her get hurt as well-

Erin

Erin lifted her eyes as a few more CFD firemen joined her in the waiting room, nodding her head to them.  She knew them all very well and they her as well.  No one spoke to one another until Kelly walked in and came to Erin’s side, asking what she knew.  The relationship between Erin and Kelly had been complicated and stressed over the last six months, so this may very well serve as one of the first times that the two were in the same room without wanting to scream at one another.  Matt Casey stood at the entry of the waiting room, keeping his eyes pinned to Erin and Kelly, ready to separate the two if it came to that.

“I don’t know much.  He was shot, drive by.”  She didn’t say a single other thing, as she felt the weight of it being her fault somehow.  Jon had reached out to her and she was too busy to answer her phone.  She knew she couldn’t have done anything in the time frame they were looking at, as moments after his call, just after he was linked to her voicemail, he was shot.  She closed her eyes, leaning back in the chair she sat upon, hearing the gunshots in the voicemail ringing through her mind.  Kelly took her hand in his and did the same, resulting in silence throughout the waiting room.

As the surgeon came through the doors and spoke to the group, Erin kept her eyes closed, listening but yet preparing for the worst.  When he said her name, she lifted her head and opened her eyes to look at the man and nodded her head, taking her hand from Kelly’s and giving him a small nod.  Walking into Jon’s room, her upper lip lifted before her smile formed to see him.  “Hey yourself.”  She said as she walked to his bedside, taking his hand in her own and listening to the words he spoke.  “Oh stop worrying.  I’m fine.”  She lifted her chin, gesturing to him.  “Looks like you’re going to be fine too, eh?  Not too shabby of a battle wound you’ll have there.  Stories for the grandkids, ya know?”  She asked, trying to make light of things and not stress him out in the slightest.

-November 7, 2014