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CHICAGO FIRE – LET HER GO (S01E23)

[TW: Blood]

Christopher Herrmann: We were scheduled to open our bar after

next shift. And in light of what happened,

we were gonna push it. But… me and

Dawson and Otis… We talked about it,

and instead, we’re gonna make it a

celebration of Hallie’s life. All the

proceeds for tonight will be donated in

her name to Children’s Memorial.

Thanks.

Chief Boden: Not an easy day. Not for any of us. Lieutenant Casey

is meeting with detectives from CPD. Arson

investigators are at the clinic right now. All we can do

for Matt is be there the best we can.

cutscene

[traffic]

[background chatter]

Matt Casey: Hey. Lieutenant Casey. I’m here to see Detective

Dawson.

Man 1 (Sergeant Pruitt): [laughs] We got a fireman in the house.

Look at him, well-rested and fed. Must be

nice being a fireman, washing fire trucks…

Detective (Julia Willhite): Sarge, Sarge. The DOA from the clinic

fire, Lieutenant Casey was her boyfriend.

Man 1 (Sergeant Pruitt): Ah. That’s my bad.

Detective (Julia Willhite): Detective Julie Willhite. Intelligence.

I’ll take you upstairs?

Matt Casey: All right, yeah.

Antonio Dawson: Those two guys we flipped had scrips all over

‘em.

I’m so sorry, man.

Matt Casey: Thanks. So, where are we at?

Hank Voight: I just got off the phone…

Matt Casey: I don’t deal with you. I deal with Antonio.

Antonio Dawson: ME report came in. Hallie was struck in the back

of the head and killed before the fire started.

Surveillance Tech: (over radio) Units in 21, foot man on Taylor

Street. Just confirmed sighting of your silver

Magnum. 1400 block of West Taylor.

Antonio Dawson: That’s the car that fled the clinic fire.

[sirens wailing]

Officer (Nicole Sermons): (over radio) This is 2121.

(into radio) Silver Magnum’s been

located going East on Taylor.

We’re not on Taylor.

Officer (Jim Barnes): I know.

[tires screeching]

[siren whoops]

[tires revving]

[horn honking]

Officer (Nicole Sermons): (into radio) Blocked on Racine. They

bailed out! We’re in pursuit.

Man 2: [grunts]

[dog barking]

Officer (Jim Barnes): [heavy breathing]

Man 2: Aah!

Officer (Jim Barnes): Seriously?

[tires screeching]

[horn honking]

[tires screeching]

[horn honking]

Man 3: [grunts]

Ahhh!

Officer (Nicole Sermons): Stay down!

Man 3: [groans and coughs]

Officer (Nicole Sermons): Aw, please.

[taser buzzes]

Man 3: [groans]

Officer (Nicole Sermons): [panting]

Officer (Jim Barnes): You good?

Man 3: [groans]

Officer (Nicole Sermons): [panting/out of breath]

[indistinct radio chatter]

[car doors shutting]

cutscene

Antonio Dawson: What do we got?

Officer (Nicole Sermons): A couple of oxy heads; a handful of

priors for armed robbery, mostly around

UIC. They’re saying they knew the car

was hot, but they bought it from a black

male for 500 and were gonna use it for a

couple days to do some stickups and

then dump it.

Man 3: [groaning]

Officer (Nicole Sermons): He resisted.

Man 3: She kicked me in the balls.

Antonio Dawson: Cry me a river!

Officer (Jim Barnes): They’re denying any involvement in the clinic.

There’s no arson or bodily harm on either of

their records.

Antonio Dawson: Who’s the brains of the outfit?

Officer (Jim Barnes): That guy.

Antonio Dawson: Bring him over here!

Who’d you buy the car from?

Man 2: Black dude named Shorty.

Hank Voight: Oh. Shorty.

Man 2: Shorty.

Antonio Dawson: Get him outta here.

Officer (Jim Barnes): Come on.

Detective (Julia Willhite): [exhales]

[knocking on body of car]

Detective (Julia Willhite): Looks like a lot of cars we’d find in

Narcotics. Generic dummy plates. A lot

of ‘em have traps built in to move the

dope and cash.

Okay.

There we go.

[sighs]

Matt Casey: So what does this mean? Who are we looking for?

Detective (Julia Willhite): Someone who was moving major

dope.

- title screen -

Leslie Shay: Hey. Hey.

Kelly Severide: Hey.

Leslie Shay: Um, on the heels of all this, I was thinking that, you

know, God forbids something were to happen to

either one of us, that maybe we should have

something written up legally in terms of who would

take care of the baby.

Kelly Severide: Absolutely.

Leslie Shay: And speaking of, we go in tomorrow.

Chief Boden: Casey’s heading back down to the fire scene with the

detectives.

Kelly Severide: I’m coming. And I’ll… I’ll be there.

Leslie Shay: Yeah.

cutscene

Gabby Dawson: That’s so nice of you. Thank you. Bye.

The Optical shop on the corner is gonna donate a

couple pairs of sunglasses to raffle off.

Otis Zvonecek: Great. As soon as Zoya starts, she can help go

collect all this stuff.

Christopher Herrmann: Who?

Otis Zvonecek: Uh, my cousin. From Russia? Zoya?

We talked about this.

Christopher Herrmann: When?

Otis Zvonecek: At the soft opening?

Christopher Herrmann: What? When I got like six beers in me?

Otis Zvonecek: Hey, you signed off, dude.

Christopher Herrmann: Do you know anything about this?

Gabby Dawson: First I’ve heard of it.

Otis Zvonecek: Okay, uh, she’s here on a six month work visa. But

apparently, the nanny job was killing her. She’s nice,

she’s cute, she’s got restaurant experience, and you

agreed to it.

Christopher Herrmann: What kind of restaurant?

Gabby Dawson: Who cares? It’s fine. She’s in. We got funds to

raise.

Christopher Herrmann: You guys are killing me.

Otis Zvonecek: Ah, you’ll love her.

cutscene

Arson Investigator: It’s what we know so far.

Chief Boden: Thank you very much.

Arson Investigator: Sure, Chief.

Kelly Severide: How you holdin’ up?

[indistinct radio chatter]

Matt Casey: Best I can.

Chief Boden: There’s no security video. Two of the cameras were

fake. The other had no database. Arson is saying it

don’t look like a break-in.

Detective (Julia Willhite): Same director of this clinic runs another

over on Wabash.

Hank Voight: Let’s take a look. Thanks, Chief.

Chief Boden: This is the ignition point.

Detective (Julia Willhite): Patient prescription records.

Matt Casey: Actually… Hallie… right before we went to lunch, she

was standing there looking at something and-and she

said, “that’s weird.” I just figured it was about billing or

something.

Dispatcher: (over radio) Main to Battalion 25, Truck 81, Squad 3,

and Ambulance 61, responding…

Chief Boden: No, no, no.

Dispatcher: (over radio)…to civilian in distress…[continues

indistinctly]

Chief Boden: Your head’s not in the game right now. I’ll cover for

you.

Detective (Julia Willhite): He can roll with us.

Chief Boden: (into radio) Battalion 25 en route.

Dispatcher: (over radio) Copy that, 25.

Hank Voight: Not a problem.

cutscene

[sirens wailing]

Delivery Man: I swear I heard screaming down there.

[running water splashing]

Victim 1: Help!

Kelly Severide: Get your lights!

[grunts]

Victim 1: Here!

Chief Boden: Voice came from over there. Watch yourself. Water’s

moving fast.

Kelly Severide: Chief, down there!

Victim 1: I don’t think I can hold on much longer!

Kelly Severide: Hang on. We’re gonna get you out.

Chief Boden: Get your webbing out. Secure it to this handle.

I’ll hold the line.

Victim 1: [cries]

Kelly Severide: Don’t let go.

[water splashing]

Chief Boden: Be careful. Watch that current.

Kelly Severide: I got you.

Victim 1: Can’t move!

Chief Boden: Talk to me, Kelly.

Kelly Severide: Chief! Both her feet are sucked into a drain.

Chief Boden: (into radio) We got one victim pinned in. I’m gonna

need rescue rope and scuba gear in the west end of

the tunnel right now.

Coming in.

Victim 1: Something’s cutting my leg [groans]

Kelly Severide: Chief. Suction’s trapping debris at her feet.

Chief Boden: I got her.

Kelly Severide: I gotta dive down, get you clear.

Victim 1: [whimpers] Please… please don’t let me die down here.

Please

Chief Boden: I got you.

Come on!

Victim 1: [cries]

Christopher Herrmann: They’re over here!

[coughing]

Kelly Severide: Got some clear, but I need more time.

Chief Boden: We don’t have it.

Harold Capp: Severide!

Chief Boden: We need the scuba gear over here now.

Firefighter: Here you go, Chief.

Kelly Severide: I got it! Get my mask!

Chief Boden: Hey, I’m gonna put this mask over your face. It’s

gonna help you breathe under the water.

Victim 1: [whimpers]

Christopher Herrmann: Wait right there, just hold still. You got air?

Chief Boden: Get it on… whoa, whoa, whoa!

Firefighter: She’s going under!

Can’t see her!

Christopher Herrmann: You got her, Chief?

Chief Boden: I got her. I got her.

Joe Cruz: The water level’s rising.

Kelly Severide: Hey, hey. I got the debris clear, but the suction’s

keeping her down. We need to pull her up.

Chief Boden: Get the webbing on now.

Christopher Herrmann: [starts indistinctly]… under her arm.

Kelly Severide: I need more light.

Christopher Herrmann: Severide, feed that under her arm.

Watch the mask… you got her, Chief?

Christopher Herrmann: She’s ready to go.

Kelly Severide: Easy, easy.

Christopher Herrmann: Grab the webbing! Hang on.

Chief Boden: Ready? One, two… pull!

Watch her head.

[overlapping yelling]

Kelly Severide: Grab her legs.

Christopher Herrmann: You got her?

Watch the tank.

Joe Cruz: I got it, Chief.

Victim 1: [coughs]

Christopher Herrmann: You okay, kid? Look at me. Sucking down

that river, huh?

Okay, we got you, girl. Let’s go!

You good, Chief?

Chief Boden: We’re good!

Kelly Severide: Nice work.

Chief Boden: Good job. Let’s get the hell out of here.

cutscene

Antonio Dawson: Do you recognise either one?

Man 4 (Steven Goody): I’ve never seen them before.

Antonio Dawson: Any problems with anyone at the clinic?

Man (Steven Goody): Not with our employees. Everybody works,

and volunteers are here because they care.

They-they wanna give back.

Antonio Dawson: Patients?

Man (Steven Goody): Let’s just say a few bad apples have walked

through that door.

Antonio Dawson: Anyone specifically?

Man (Steven Goody): Who might kill Hallie? Oh, I… I’m… I don’t

know.

Detective (Julia Willhite): Two of the security cameras were fake.

Man (Steven Goody): [sighs] I… I’m just trying to keep the doors

open. You know, it’s a lot of things I can’t

afford that I’d like to.

Detective (Julia Willhite): The fire was started near prescription

records. Our guess, someone tried to

cover up some impropriety. Those

scrips are for a hell of a lot of

Oxycontin.

Man (Steven Goody): For you, maybe. Not for someone in pain.

Antonio Dawson: Any problems with your prescription drugs? Any

missing inventory?

Man (Steven Goody): Not that I know of. We have a drug cage, and

there’s never been a problem.

Detective (Julia Willhite): Mr. Goody, we’re gonna need a list of

employees, patients…

Man (Steven Goody): And I’m gonna have to stop you right there.

We are dealing with protected health

information, uh, potential HIPAA violations,

insurance, liabilities, blah, blah, blah. It’s

gonna have to go through our legal

department.

Antonio Dawson: If your clinic was a pill mill and Hallie found out

about it and someone killed her to shut her up,

now, right now would be the time to tell us.

Man (Steven Goody): [scoffs] It-It’s not a pill mill.

[sighs] Okay, look. Um… there was this guy,

Jubal Bartlett. He was a drug dealer. His

girlfriend came in with a broken jaw. We

reported it to the police. He did not take it

kindly. He made threats.

Detective (Julia Willhite): We’ll be back.

cutscene

[TV announcer in background]

Otis Zvonecek: So, uh, Zoya, this is Herrmann and Dawson.

Christopher Herrmann: Nice to meet you.

Otis Zvonecek: Guys, this is Zoya.

Gabby Dawson: Hey, so nice to meet you.

Zoya: Hello.

[Herrmann & Zoya chuckles]

Christopher Herrmann: So Brian said that you’ve got some

restaurant experience.

Zoya: Thank you.

[speaking Russian]

Otis Zvonecek: Uh, um…

Otis Zvonecek & Zoya: [speaking Russian]

Otis Zvonecek: Uh, anyway, so I just wanna make some quick

introductions, and we will see you at the bar.

Gabby Dawson: Ooh.

Christopher Herrmann: We’ve got Yakov Smirnoff tending bar

now?

Gabby Dawson: Who’s that?

Otis Zvonecek: Um, so for the opening and the benefit, I’m pretty

sure she said she’s gonna bring a monkey

[chuckles]

Christopher Herrmann: A monkey?

Otis Zvonecek: Yep.

Gabby Dawson: Otis.

Otis Zvonecek: Look-look, it-it’s probably some sort of good luck

gesture or-or, you know, it has some sort of

cultural significance. What’s the worst that could

happen?

Gabby Dawson: Did you see the lady on Oprah who got her face

chewed off by a monkey?

Otis Zvonecek: I did see that. And if it looks like it could take us, I’ll

tell her to keep it in the car.

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you [exhales]

cutscene

Antonio Dawson: I’ve got the word out to all my CIs. Nothing yet.

Detective (Julia Willhite): And none of the neighbours saw or heard

anything prior to the fire.

Antonio Dawson: Subpoena will get us employee and patient

records in a couple hours.

Hank Voight: What about the drug dealer the clinic director turned

us on to?

Antonio Dawson: Can’t find him.

Hank Voight: Can’t find him?

Antonio Dawson: Ran him through NCIC and the FBI to see if he

got pinched anywhere else.

Matt Casey: What’s this drug dealer’s name?

Hank Voight: Yeah, it’s probably best we don’t tell you. You know,

we don’t want you… doing something rash.

I understand that you and Hallie broke up before her

death. Is that right?

Matt Casey: For a few months… yeah.

Hank Voight: She see anyone in that gap?

Matt Casey: No one serious.

Hank Voight: Did she ever mention anyone that she felt

uncomfortable around? Was afraid of?

Matt Casey: Yeah. You.

Hank Voight: Lieutenant, I am sympathetic to what you’re going

through.

Matt Casey: I don’t believe that for a second.

Hank Voight: Fine. Don’t.

But I have allowed you to be here as a courtesy.

Matt Casey: Courtesy, from you? I don’t need it. I want you to find

out who killed my girl!

Antonio Dawson: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Matt Casey: All right?

Antonio Dawson: You gotta chill out, bro.

Matt Casey: Voight isn’t gonna lift a finger unless someone pays

him under the table.

Antonio Dawson: I got my eye on him, okay? He’s working the

case. Go back to the firehouse and cool off.

Matt Casey: No. I’m staying here.

Antonio Dawson: You’re not. Wait to hear from me.

Go on.

cutscene

Leslie Shay: Okay, there’s what would happen if both of us died…

Who would take care of the baby?

Kelly Severide: Yeah, we should figure that out.

Leslie Shay: Dawson, right?

Kelly Severide: Yeah.

Leslie Shay: Okay.

Kelly Severide: What is it?

Leslie Shay: I’m just excited.

Kelly Severide: Me too.

Leslie Shay: And part of me feels horrible ‘cause of what Casey’s

going through. Here I am with butterflies in my stomach

‘cause I’m getting ready to get pregnant, and… [sighs]

[alarm beeps & buzzes]

(Over PA): Ambulance 61. Gunshot victim.

Officer (Elam): Neighbours reported shots fired.

30-year-old female, single gunshot to the stomach.

Actually, that’s a guess. It’s hard to tell. There’s a lot

of blood.

Officer (Kevin Atwater): She was pumping out pretty good. I

applied pressure, but I don’t know what’s

going on.

Leslie Shay: It’s okay. I got it.

Not feeling anything.

[machine flatlines]

Gabby Dawson: She’s gone. I’m calling it.

(into radio) 61 to main, victim is DOA. We’re

delayed on scene while we document for CPD.

Leslie Shay: Dawson. She was a nurse at the clinic Hallie worked at.

cutscene

[indistinct radio chatter]

[car doors shut]

Gabby Dawson: Hey. What the hell’s going on?

Antonio Dawson: That’s what we’re trying to find out.

Gabby Dawson: How’s he been?

Antonio Dawson: Busy, like everybody on this case. I’ll get at you

later.

Hank Voight: Boo.

Detective (Julia Willhite): In on it?

Antonio Dawson: Or she found out who was.

Officer (Elam): Neighbour only heard the gunshot. No one on either

side saw anyone leave. But we can keep knocking

on doors.

Detective (Julia Willhite): Willhite.

Hank Voight: Do that.

Detective (Julia Willhite): Thanks.

The drug dealer, Jubal Bartlett? He’s

been locked up in Virginia Beach for the

past four days on a possession charge.

Hank Voight: I want that clinic director in the hot seat… now.

Antonio Dawson: I told his lawyer I was gonna issue an arrest

warrant for obstruction by the end of the week if

he didn’t get his client to honour the meet.

Hank Voight: Man, whoever did these two hits will be long gone by

the end of the week.

Antonio Dawson: This ain’t the Gang unit, Voight. Sarge. You can’t

do everything with a battering ram.

Hank Voight: The hell I can’t.

Antonio Dawson: Don’t worry. I got him handled.

Detective (Julia Willhite): I noticed.

cutscene

Leslie Shay: Oh my God.

Kelly Severide: What?

Leslie Shay: I just took this baby-proofing quiz. We live in a death

trap. Spiral staircase, upper floor apartment with

accessible balconies…

Kelly Severide: Are you giving birth tomorrow?

Listen, we have time to make any fixes we need.

Leslie Shay: We need a locked liquor cabinet. Remind me.

Kelly Severide: Okay.

Woman 1 (Nurse): Leslie Shay?

Leslie Shay: Hi.

Here we go.

All right.

[kissing sound]

Leslie Shay: Will you rub my belly for good luck?

Kelly Severide: [chuckles]

Leslie Shay: Just…

Kelly Severide: Relax.

Leslie Shay: All right.

Woman 1 (Nurse): You ready?

Leslie Shay: Yeah. Feeling fertile.

Woman 1 (Nurse): Feeling fertile. Okay. We’ll make sure of that.

Leslie Shay: Okay.

cutscene

Joe Cruz: A monkey?

Otis Zvonecek: Why is everybody acting like she said she’s gonna

bring a unicorn? Yes, a monkey.

Joe Cruz: Why?

Otis Zvonecek: Ask her when she gets here.

Gabby Dawson: Ask Otis to ask her. She doesn’t speak English.

Joe Cruz: Oh.

Otis Zvonecek: It’s serviceable.

Joe Cruz: [laughs]

Mouch: You gotta go White Sox.

Christopher Herrmann: No, I don’t wanna alienate half the

neighbourhood who are Cubs fans. We

gotta go with teams that we can all agree

on: The Bears, the Bulls and the

Blackhawks.

Mouch: And the fire?

Christopher Herrmann: The who?

Mouch: Soccer team. Chicago Fire.

Christopher Herrmann: Who knew?

Okay, sure, fine. Get a banner.

[chuckling]

[cell phone vibrates]

cutscene

Peter Mills: Hey. Thanks for coming.

Gabby Dawson: Of course.

Peter Mills: Um… I’ve been thinking about everything, you know?

And uh, I’m waiting for this… I guess anger to go away.

It’s not. And I’m not mad at you. But I do have to say I

wish you would’ve told me when you found out.

Gabby Dawson: Yeah, I know you do. All I can say is that I-I just felt

stuck ‘cause I didn’t wanna hurt you, and… and it

wasn’t my business.

Peter Mills: But it was your business. I was your boyfriend.

Gabby Dawson: Was?

Peter Mills: I think I need some time. Look, I respect you too much

to have you twisting in the wind, wondering where my

head’s at.

Gabby Dawson: Oh man… I mean [clears throat]

I knew this was a possibility if I told you, but…

Peter Mills: I still love you. I do. But this whole thing just… I guess

it’s just… a little deeper than I thought.

Gabby Dawson: Well you need to figure it out, Pete, one way or

another.

Peter Mills: I know.

Gabby Dawson: [sniffles] I gotta go.

Peter Mills: [sighs]

cutscene

Man 1 (Sergeant Pruitt): Uh oh, Voight’s here. Everybody hide your

�� wallets!

Hank Voight: Hey, what’s up, Pru?

Man 1 (Sergeant Pruitt): There it is. You gotta be the luckiest son of

a bitch I ever met. How do you walk

around all day with that horseshoe in your

ass?

Hank Voight: [laughs] Just living the dream.

Man 1 (Sergeant Pruitt): I guess you are.

Hank Voight: Yeah.

Man 1 (Sergeant Pruitt): [chuckles]

Hank Voight: Anything for me, man, in narcotics?

Man 1 (Sergeant Pruitt): [sighs] Nothing yet, man. We set a bunch

of controlled buys ups. But nothing, man.

Not even a vitamin. CIs have nothing

either. Don’t know what to tell you.

Hank Voight: Mm.

Antonio Dawson: Prints came back on that Magnum. Calvin

Jackson, goes by CJ. Extensive sheet for

dealing, including oxy.

Detective (Julia Willhite): We’re heading over to grab him up.

Hank Voight: No, no. I’ll take care of it. Great work.

[muffled rap music]

[indistinct chatter]

Man 5: [chuckles] I heard that.

[laughs] Yeah, you know it, man.

Look at this.

Hank Voight: What’s up, Mo?

Man 5 (Maurice Owens): I knew they couldn’t keep you down.

Hank Voight: Hey, man, not in this lifetime.

We got a little problem with your nephew CJ. We got

his prints on a car that booked it from that clinic fire a

few days back. Was he involved?

Man 5 (Maurice Owens): What if he was?

Hank Voight: I don’t like guessing games.

Man 5 (Maurice Owens): He was buying prescrips from some dude

who was working with a nurse inside and

the guy who ran the clinic. Next thing I

know, CJ comes back all tweaked. He

was at the clinic doing a pickup when the

place caught fire. So he bounced.

Hank Voight: The name of the dude.

Man 5 (Maurice Owens): CJ didn’t say, and I didn’t ask. He did say

that this guy ain’t right in the head. Like,

white-boy-serial-killer-crazy. Second

thing: he knows about me and you.

Hank Voight: And how would my name come up, Mo?

Man 5 (Maurice Owens): CJ told him you gave us protection. So if

you lock him up and he starts runnin’ his

trap, that ain’t good for any of us. You

know what I’m sayin’?

Hank Voight: You get CJ on the phone, and get me the name of that

guy.

Man 5 (Maurice Owens): Nah, CJ is gone. I told him to dump his

phone and clear out for a bit. You know

how I work. This is your problem now.

Five stacks. A little welcome back gift.

Antonio Dawson: [sighs]

cutscene

Leslie Shay: So you can start the college fund when, um, the baby’s

born. And it’s only like 5 dollars a month. Even if they

don’t go to college, they still get the money. So I’m not

quite sure why they call it a college fund. It’s… really,

it’s just a-a fund for when they turn 18. So… Are you

okay?

[laundry machine hums]

Gabby Dawson: Um… [sniffles]

Mills broke up with me.

Leslie Shay: Oh my God. Over the Boden thing?

Gabby Dawson: Yeah.

Leslie Shay: [sighs] What an idiot. I’m sorry, sweetie.

Gabby Dawson: [sniffles]

cutscene

[knocks on window]

Matt Casey: I was gonna call him, but then it felt like that was the

easy way out. So I drove over. And her parents were

having a dinner party. Hallie’s sister was there, her

kids, her parents’ friends, all of ‘em. It was the hardest

thing I’ve ever done in my life.

Kelly Severide: I’m so sorry, Matt.

Matt Casey: Yeah, I appreciate this.

[laughs] I needed it [sniffs]

Kelly Severide: You know, when Andy died… without even realising

it, I found myself needing to be around people

acting normal just to get my frame of reference

pull myself out of the hole I was in. So whenever

you wanna grab a smoke, or hit golf balls, or

whatever…

Chief Boden: Casey. Antonio and Detective Willhite are here for you.

Detective (Julia Willhite): We're waiting on the nurse's cell phone

records, fingerprints from her apartment.

Antonio Dawson: But we're not homicide, so we can be a little

more aggressive.

Matt Casey: Good.

Antonio Dawson: We cooked up something. You go in to the clinic

director. He knows you’re Hallie’s boyfriend,

�� right?

Matt Casey: Right.

Antonio Dawson: You tell him you were going through her

computer at home. She spelled out the whole

thing. She also mentioned the director was a

good guy and probably was forced into this.

Detective (Julia Willhite): And after that you don’t say a word,

‘cause he’ll either take the bait and

give us a name of his accomplice or

he won’t.

Antonio Dawson: We’ll be outside, so if anything goes sideways,

we’re right there.

Chief Boden: He’ll be wearing a wire?

Antonio Dawson: That’s right.

Chief Boden: How do we know this director isn’t the trigger man

and he pulls a gun?

Antonio Dawson: We wouldn’t be here if we thought that was a

valid scenario. But can we guarantee your

safety 100%? No.

Matt Casey: I don’t care, I’m in.

cutscene

[car door shuts]

Hank Voight: (into radio) All right, here we go. He’s walking into the

clinic.

Officer (Nicole Sermons): (into radio) This is Sermons. We’re

tucked away and standing by.

Hank Voight: [sighs]

[computer beeps]

Detective (Julia Willhite): Prints came back from the nurse’s

apartment. Timothy Campbell. Whoa.

Antonio Dawson: What?

Detective (Julia Willhite): Armed robbery, drug possession, assault

with a deadly weapon.

Matt Casey: How you doin’? I’d like to talk to Steven Goody?

Woman 2 (Receptionist): He’s in a meeting.

Matt Casey: You know when he’ll be out?

Woman 2 (Receptionist): I don’t.

[muffled male shouting]

Matt Casey: Mind if I wait until he’s done?

[gunshots]

[screaming]

Hank Voight: Go!

[siren wails]

[horns honking]

Antonio Dawson: Chicago Police! Get down!

[screaming]

Antonio Dawson: Move!

Man 6 (Timothy Campbell): [grunts]

Matt Casey: [groans]

[both men grunting]

Matt Casey: [groans]

Antonio Dawson: Casey!

[horn honking]

Antonio Dawson: Casey!

[horns honking]

[siren wails]

Antonio Dawson: Casey!

Officer (Jim Barnes): El platform.

[tires screeching]

Antonio Dawson: Police! Get down!

[screaming]

Antonio Dawson: Get down! Police!

[screaming]

Antonio Dawson: Police! Get down!

Casey!

[horns honking]

[tires screeching]

Detective (Julia Willhite): Clear, right.

[horns honking]

[overlap shouting]

[tires screeching]

Detective (Julia Willhite): Stay with it. Stay with it.

[horn honking]

Matt Casey: [grunts]

[siren wailing]

[siren whoops]

[gunshot]

[screaming]

Antonio Dawson: Freeze!

Let him go! Drop the gun, Campbell.

Man 6 (Timothy Campbell): I swear to God, I’ll blow his head off.

Antonio Dawson: Let him go.

Man 6 (Timothy Campbell): Put the gun on the ground.

Antonio Dawson: That ain’t happenin’.

Man 6 (Timothy Campbell): Put it on the ground!

Antonio Dawson: I’m not dropping my gun!

Here, look… Okay? Now you gotta do the same

for me.

Voight.

Man 6 (Timothy Campbell): Wait, you’re Voight? Thank God. Tell

them…

[gunshot]

Matt Casey: [coughing & gasping for air]

Hank Voight: (into radio) King 84-10, emergency.

Dispatcher: (over radio) King 84-10. Go with your emergency.

Hank Voight: (into radio) Shot fired by police. Roll an ambulance to

the El platform on Kinzie and Wells. Officer not hit.

Offender down. Gunshot wound to head.

Dispatcher: (over radio) Copy that, 84-10. Bus is on the way.

Antonio Dawson: Nice shot.

Gabby Dawson: And yep. He be dead.

Leslie Shay: We’ll hand it over to the ME.

Detective (Julia Willhite): Thanks.

Gabby Dawson: Any way you can get back into Vice?

Antonio Dawson: I would if I wanted to.

Officer (Nicole Sermons): You okay?

Matt Casey: Yeah, I’m okay. Thanks.

[sniffs]

cutscene

Leslie Shay: And check out those names on the sheet. See if you

like any of those.

Kelly Severide: Yeah.

Leslie Shay: Oh, I saw online that recording an agreement is also

beneficial. That way, if there’s ever a disagreement,

instead of looking at a bunch of words you can see

yourself talking to the present you and advising

yourself to behave rationally and fairly. So what do

you think? [clears throat]

Kelly Severide: Um… I think Molly’s is opening up tonight.

Leslie Shay: [laughs] Have a baby first, deal with this later?

Kelly Severide: Sounds good.

cutscene

Christopher Herrmann: Doors open in an hour. I think we got it all

covered, right?

Joe Cruz: You’re all set, man. The place looks great.

Zoya: [speaking Russian]

Otis Zvonecek: Monkey’s here.

Christopher Herrmann: Are we insured for this? I’m not even

joking.

Zoya: [speaking Russian]

Christopher Herrmann: That’s the Stanley Cup.

Otis Zvonecek: [speaking Russian]

[mimics monkey]

Zoya: [speaking Russian]

[laughs]

Otis Zvonecek & Zoya: [speaking Russian]

Otis Zvonecek: So I guess in Russian, chimpanzee and hockey

championship are this close phonetically [chuckles]

Christopher Herrmann: That’s the Stanley Cup.

cutscene

[car door shuts]

Woman 3: Hank.

Hank Voight: 5k. Guy’s name is Maurice Owens. Mid-level dealer.

It’s all in the report.

Woman 3: Strange bedfellows, huh?

This is a good start. Keep putting yourself out there as

dirty. Who knows what fish we’ll catch in the net, right?

Hank Voight: I want a receipt for the cash when you’re done with

your inventory.

Woman 3: You don’t trust me, Hank?

Hank Voight: I want it by tomorrow.

Woman 3: Keep in touch.

cutscene

[overlapping chatter]

[music]

[bottles/glasses clinking]

Mouch: Can I chug a beer out of it?

No you know what? I’m good, I’m good. Get in here.

[overlapping chatter]

Christopher Herrmann: [laughs]

Leslie Shay: Hey.

Matt Casey: Hey.

Leslie Shay: How you doing?

Matt Casey: How you doing?

Leslie Shay: I’m good.

Matt Casey: Hey.

Thanks for coming. You look great.

Girl (Sophie): Hi.

Matt Casey: How are you?

Girl (Sophie): Good.

Matt Casey: Good?

Girl (Sophie): Mmhmm.

Matt Casey: Gary, good to see you. Really.

Man 7 (Gary): Good to see you.

Matt Casey: How you doin’? Nice to see ya.

[chuckles] This the real thing?

Otis Zvonecek: Yeah.

Matt Casey: I, uh… [sniffs] one of our first dates was a…

Blackhawks-Devils game. When she told me she

knew what icing was, I knew I had a keeper.

[crowd chuckling]

Matt Casey: Yeah, this means a lot, guys…[sighs & sniffs]

And it means a lot to her, ‘cause I’m sure she’s looking

down.

To Hallie.

All: To Hallie.

[sombre music]

- end -

Definitions:

UIC = University of Illinois Chicago

Oxycontin = Brand name for a timed-release formula of oxycodone, a narcotic analgesic (medication that reduces pain). Oxycodone is an opioid medication and is highly addictive and commonly used recreationally by people who have an opioid use disorder

HIPAA = Health Insurance Portability and Accountability Act (1996) is a US federal statute enacted by the 104th US Congress and signed into law by President Bill Clinton. It is a federal law that required the creation of national standards to protect sensitive patient health information from being disclosed without the patient’s consent or knowledge

Yakov Smirnoff = Ukranian-American comedian, actor and writer

CIs = Criminal Informants

Subpoena = A writ ordering a person to attend a court

NCIC = National Crime Information Center (NCIC) is a computerised index of criminal justice information (i.e. criminal record history information, fugitives, stolen properties, missing persons)

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middleofnowhere92 · 4 years ago

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It’s a Nice Day for a Fraud Wedding (Chapter 3)

Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jet/Sokka (Avatar) Additional Tags: Marriage of Convenience, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Modern Era, Slow burn, Slow build Summary: The one where Jet makes a joke about Sokka marrying for citizenship and Katara takes him too seriously...

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Doja Cat was blaring through the speakers as Ty Lee merged across five lanes of traffic to get off at the correct exit. Sokka was gripping the door for dear life and had his eyes closed saying his last prayer to Tui and La.

Over the blare of the music, Sokka heard sirens. Shit.

Ty Lee was still speeding along singing Tia, Tamera . Sokka cracked an eye open and looked at her, “Can you pull over?” Her wide grey eyes looked over in concern, “Oh Sokka, are you gonna throw up again?””

He glared at her and gestured to the rearview mirror, “For the love of Tui and La. The cops want you to pull over!” Ty Lee finally checked her rearview mirror and hurried to pull to the side of the road.

As they waited for the officer to approach, Doja rapped about how her twins were big like Tia, Tamera. Sokka leaned back against the headrest, “For fuck’s sake, turn the music off.”

He could feel his heart thump and his palms sweat as they waited. He could feel himself shaking. He tried to take a deep breath to settle himself. Ty Lee looked over while applying her lip gloss, “Sok’s babe, chill. It’s just the police. I wonder if they’ll be hot.”

His mind raced as he tried to remember where his immigration visa was. Was it in his backpack or his wallet? His back pocket? He gulped and felt his adam’s apple bob.

Ty Lee rolled the window down as the Ba Sing Se police officer leaned into the window, “Ma’am, do you have any idea why I pulled you over?”

Ty Lee looked at him wide eyed, “Spirits, no.” Sokka winced internally, she had made at least 13 driving violations in the last ten minutes. The officer cleared his throat, “Ma’am, you were going 94 in a 67. You cut off a slew of vehicles.”

She batted her fake eyelashes at him, “Gee officer, I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize-”

Sokka couldn’t see the officer’s expression behind his dark aviator sunglasses. The man answered, “License and registration please.”

Ty Lee opened her Louis Vuitton wallet and handed him the documents. He looked at the license and then back at her, “You’re one of the Ping girls?” She nodded, “Yep, my dad is one of the Fire Nation ambassadors.” The agent nodded, “I know him.”

As the officer looked up over his sunglasses, he spotted Sokka, “You- identification.” Sokka dug out his wallet and handed over his ID. The officer barely glanced at it before he asked the question that Sokka had been dreading, “Papers?”

Sokka took a deep breath to stop the shaking in his hands and then he dug through his backpack and pulled out his student visa. The officer took a quick glance down and said, “Sir, I’m going to need you to step out of the vehicle.”

Ty Lee looked up at the officer and smiled, “Officer, I’m sure we can work something else out.” Tui and La, Sokka was going to get arrested for bribery and deported. This was great, just fucking great.

Then the officer switched off his body camera.

Sokka felt himself having a complete panic attack. He was going to throw up. This was it.

Except Ty Lee was giving the officer a friendly wave as she rolled up the window.

Sokka looked at her in shock as she pulled back onto the road, “Um, what just happened?” His friend made an illegal U-turn, “Sokka, I can’t let them take you away.” He questioned, “But what happened?” “I gave him the cash I had and we called it a day.” She shrugged.

Sokka looked up. He wasn’t particularly religious, but this was definitely a time to pray. He ran his fingers down his face in anguish, “I can’t believe you bribed him.” He groaned. She looked at him over her sunglasses, “Sokka, it was either that or your cute little butt would be heading back to the South right now.”

And he sighed, because he knew she was right. He asked, “How much was it? I can pay you back.” She abruptly pulled into a parking spot in front of his campus apartment and patted his cheek, “Don’t worry about it babe. Just promise me, you aren’t going anywhere. That’s payment enough.” She held out her pinkie to him, “Pinkie promise?” He put his finger in hers, “My pinkie promises.”

He trudged to his dorm, replaying the scenario in his mind, over and over again. His stomach was in knots. He still felt nauseous.

A shower always made him feel better.

He tossed off his backpack and stripped out of his clothes. He took his hair down as he waited for the water to heat up. He started blasting music and stepped into the hot spray. As the scorching water pelted his back, he still couldn’t escape how terrible he felt. He was so close to being sent away. What if it was a different day and Ty Lee hadn't been with him? Sokka would never have the balls to bribe someone. His ass would have been deported. He felt like throwing up again.

The family he had were here, in Ba Sing Se. The life he knew was here in Ba Sing Se. There was nothing for him in the South. He took a deep breath, just to feel it go in his lungs and know he was still capable of breathing.

He shut the water off and tried to ground himself.

He looked for five things he could see- the brown chin length hair hanging in his face, the tile of the shower, the silver faucet, the light blue shower curtain Katara had bought him, and the head of the shower.

He touched four things around him- the smooth tile, the harder grout, the cool faucet and the blue bar of soap.

He searched for thee things he could hear- the shower head dripping, the fan of the bathroom and the music he forgot to shut off.

He inhaled and smelled the soap and his minty shampoo.

He rolled his tongue and tasted the boba he had gotten with Ty Lee.

The grounding technique had made him less shaky, but he still felt panicky. He stepped out of the shower and searched for clothes as his mind raced. He only had until the end of his PhD program to stay on his student visa, and what then? He couldn’t stay in college forever, but employers wouldn’t hire someone without citizenship. Sokka realized his time was running out. He was praying that his residency application would get approved any day now, but it felt like it wasn’t coming any time soon.

He took another deep breath as he flopped onto his bed. He reached for his phone and called Katara. As soon as she answered, he demanded, “Take me off speaker.” He heard his sister roll her eyes. She spoke, sounding closer to the phone, “Yes brother?” He felt whiny and dumb for calling his baby sister, but these were trying times. He answered, “Can you come over? Just you.” She questioned, “Shit day?” He agreed, “Shit day.”

She hung up and he wallowed under the covers as he waited for his baby sister to baby him. So what if he was a grown man? Everyone had shit days.

Katara blew into his apartment 23 minutes later, juggling snacks from the 7-11. She kicked off her vans and plopped onto her brother’s bed. He tossed aside his phone and looked at her and told her how shaken up he was just by being pulled over. It was a simple traffic stop, it shouldn’t have induced this level of anxiety in him.

She listened and said, “Is there anything you can do to speed your application up?” He shrugged helplessly, “I’ve tried everything. I don’t have any more money to pay for another lawyer consult. Zuko’s looked at the thing a million times. I literally don’t know what else to do.”

Katara was biting her lip, which meant she had advice, but was tentative about giving it. He flicked a piece of popcorn at her, “What?”

She rubbed her neck, “Sokka, I know you don’t want to hear this, but maybe just think about what Jet said.” Sokka drummed his fingers on the bed, “Katara, he was probably just bullshitting.” Her blue eyes looked up at him, “Well yeah, at first we both were, but then we talked about it and he said he would really do it.”

He looked over at his sister, “I don’t have any money to pay him for it or anything.” His sister dug into the bag of twizzlers, “Jet wouldn’t take it anyway. I know you don’t like him, but he’s just a nice person.” Sokka scoffed, “No one gets married just to be nice.” She pointed a twizzler at him, “Jet will do anything to fuck over the system. Cheating the bullshit citizenship process is right up his alley.”

Sokka laughed, “Do you remember the two of you going to protests and stuff in high school? I thought you guys were gonna turn into anarchists.” She winked at him, “There’s still time for that.” She glanced down at her phone, “Jet’s probably at the bar right now. Wanna go talk to him?”

Sokka focused on the cheese stick he was trying to open, “Uh, I don’t know.” Katara bounced off the bed, “Come on. We’ll just go talk to him. I promise nothing crazy will happen.”

#it's a nice day for a fraud wedding #jetka #Aunt Wu can't predict when I'll update #and neither can i

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High School Band AU: Epilogue

“Non, rien de rien. Non, je ne regrette rien. Ni le bien qu'on m'a fait… Ni le mal - tout ça m'est bien égal! Non, rien de rien. Non, je ne regrette rien. C'est payé, balayé, oublié… Je m'en fous du passé!”

“Are you there yet?”

“Yes, why wouldn’t I?”

“I don’t know, you weren’t saying anything, I thought you fell asleep or something… because this is boring.”

“It’s not boring. Relax, MC, you’re gonna nail this audition for sure.”

“You think?”

“Yeah, sure! I mean… it’s a classic, but it’s not obvious, and I bet nobody is expecting an Asian girl to sing in French.”

“Painfully true. Ugh… I can almost imagine… ‘Oh, the auditions for Miss Saigon are closed, sweetheart…”

Rika laughs, adjusting the camera of her laptop and now you get to see her face in the video chat.

“Oh, and you even look cute now! I thought you would look like shit for stressing over this audition…”

“I feel like shit, if this helps.” You sigh. “I don’t know, Rika… it’s just… maybe I shouldn’t even try…”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“It’s just… I haven’t been lucky in my last auditions, my mom is being supportive, my father is paying my tuition, but… if I don’t get a role soon, maybe I should…you know, wake up to reality…”

“You’re so dramatic…”

“Well, yeah… finding a job is a real drama.”

“Yeah, but you elevate it to a whole another level! Ugh… sometimes I wonder if you just want some praise, but here I go: MC, sweetie, you’re just a freshman, but you’re going a fucking great college! You barely started, and you can’t use some failed auditions at off-off-off-off-Broadway shows as the standard for your whole career, that hasn’t even started! Just… get a grip, or fuck’s sake!”

You rolls your eyes, Rika always starts cussing you everytime you’re nervous and stressing out. She called you the most horrible things when you were applying to college, only to praise you like you’re some kind of god when you actually made it. She has a weird way of supporting you, but this isn’t exactly a surprise since your whole friendship is weird.

She got back from rehab and videocalled you. Before you could even tell, you were video calling each other almost everyday, only to catch up and tell about the day you girls had. Usually, she would talk about herself, her plans for the future, and even the darkest things like the possibility of a relapse. You would talk about the crazy shenanigans your mom does to make money and your experience as an immigrant. In general, you and Rika would vent to each other about your doubts, struggles and insecurities, only until there would be room for girl talk and happiness.

But it wasn’t too long ago you starts talking about a subject that felt taboo for four years…

“So, how is everybody?”

“I talked to Jumin yesterday. And… uh, Jaehee told me to give you her best.”

“Ahhh, tell her I send my best too when you see her.”

“Yeah, I will. Her girlfriend works in the train station I go to everyday, so I’ll probably bump into her again… oh, have I told you Zen was on the news yesterday?”

“He sent me a pic.” You laugh. “Can’t believe he took that role as an android.”

“Well, you told him to.”

“I said there was no harm in trying, but… guess we’ll see if I was right after the reviews are out… did Yoosung call?”

“He did! But I think he was drunk... he always calls me drunk. Can’t believe he’s living the college dream better than us.”

“Yeah, who would have thought?” you sigh. “I’m so jealous you get to see most of them often…”

“Well, everybody misses you too, if it makes you feel better… which I’m sure it doesn’t.”

“No, it doesn’t…” you lower your gaze, hoping the shitty camera of your laptop won’t catch your gloomy look, especially because talking about the Mystic Messenger crew isn’t that much of a taboo compared to…

“So… have you heard from Saeran?” Ah, yes… him.

“Of course not. I never do. And it’s hard to get a hold of Saeyoung too.”

“Yeah, he’s always abroad…”

“Or maybe he’s avoiding me because of Saeran doesn’t want to talk to me anymore…”

“MC, I don’t think Saeran doesn’t want to see you…”

“Oh yeah? Then why didn’t he call me after filling his duty in the Army? Six months, Rika, I haven’t heard from him in six months!”

“Well, so what do you plan to do? Will you let it go?”

Maybe you should… it’s not like the end of the world if your teenage love is not talking to you… since, you know, you’re not teenagers anymore.

“I… maybe I should…”

But you made a promise.

“I…I don’t know…” you mumble a little. “It’s hard to just… let it go… ou know that, was it easy to just let go of V?”

“Well, I had to make it easy before things got worse between us.”

“Well, I never had a chance to see if things would get worse with Saeran, they never got… bad. They simply never… got, in the first place…”

She smiles softly, you know she’d be patting your shoulder awkwardly if she were here with you.

“Whatever you do, please focus on your audition first.” She says bluntly.

“I will. Thanks, Rika.”

“Thanks? I heard all of your drama, bitch. Next time you better pay attention when I vent about my shit, okay?” you both laugh. “Gotta go, I should sleep a little…”

“Good night, bitch.”

“Have a good day. Then I’ll be off!”

You turn your laptop off, giving a quick look around your room. You have class in one hour, so you should get ready to leave.

In the shower, you sigh… you weren’t this laid back and self-confident when you were in Korea. You were doubtful about lots of things, your talent wasn’t one of them. But now… you question your singing skills a lot.

But it’s not necessarily bad, this is part of growing up, admitting you have flaws and learning to overcome them. Living with your mom made you… humble, mature, more careful… things even our father seemed to admire in you now.

You’re not the best version of you, but this is probably because you aren’t home… yet. Wherever your home is.

“Alabama, Arkansas, I do love my ma and pa… not the way that I do love you…” you hum, letting the water warm up your shoulders.

“Man oh man, you're my best friend! I scream it to the nothingness… There ain't nothing that I need. Well, hot and heavy, pumpkin pie, chocolate candy, Jesus Christ. Ain't nothing please me more than you…”you keep mumbling as you get dressed.

Your mom left early to work, but she made you breakfast. You eat it fast before grabbing our bag and leaving the building.

“Ahh home, let me come home. Home is wherever I'm with you… Ahh home. Let me go ho-oh-ome. Home is wherever I'm with you…”

You take the subway, giving come coins to some boys doing break dance.

“I'll follow you into the park... Through the jungle through the dark... Girl I never loved one like you...” you chuckle, suddenly remembering that time you sang Barracuda with Saeran.

“Moats and boats and waterfalls. Alley-ways and pay phone calls… I've been everywhere with you.”

You tie the lace of your shoes before leaving the station, stopping by at the cozy restaurant next to the university to get a sandwich. It’s cheaper than lunching at the dining hall of school.

“We laugh until we think we'll die, barefoot on a summer night, nothin' new is sweeter than with you… And in the streets you run afree, like it's only you and me, geeze, you're something to see…”

As you get closer to the uni’s entrance, you spot a familiar figure next to the fountain. Red hair, a dorky beige sweater and a weird rocket space backpack.

“Sae-Saeyoung?”

The guy looks at you and smiles. Saeyoung? Is it really him?

“Tsk… you would always brag you could always tell me and that idiot apart…”

Time has passed, he looks different… Saeran looks different…

“Well, you know… I only started telling you twins apart when you dyed your hair. You look the same if your hair doesn’t look like shit anymore…”

He smirks, and you curl your lips, trying not to cry.

“Where have you been?”

“My brother and I were working hard! He was studying to get a scholarship, and I… was raising money to get a visa to America… so I would find you.”

“And you did…”

“I did… so now that I found you…” he gets on his knees. OH. MY. GOD! Is he going to…?

“Saeran…? What…? What are you doing?”

“I’m going to protect you, and love you like you deserve and… hope you’ll love me back as I deserve… as I want to believe I deserve… will you?”

“Of course I will, but… I don’t think we should get married, Saeran… We’re not even 21 yet… and all my money goes to college and…”

“What the hell are you talking about?” he asks, glaring at you.

“Huh? You just got on your knees and started talking about taking care of me… you’re proposing, aren’t you?”

“What? Fuck no! I’m tying your shoe for you, you’re so clumsy, what if you trip somewhere? Good thing I’m here from now on…” you narrow your eyes at him. “You though I was asking you to marry me?”

“N-no! I know we…” he gets up and smiles teasingly. “Ah, you haven’t changed a thing, have you? How did you survive in army with that attitude, you-“

Saeran hugs you. Exactly like he did a long time ago that night next to th baseball pitch, then at the airport… He’s really here with you, you are together, like you promised.

“MC?”

“Yes, Saeran?”

“I think I just got home…”

You press your lips against his. It’s a chaste, yet very needy kiss. Then you cup his cheek as you smile at his flustered face.

“Welcome home.”

It really was “Home” by Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros, it wsn’t going to be, but when one anon suggested it, I knew it had to be this one :p

And now it’s official, this is the end! Thanks for the ride, guys! This was a truly pleasure, hope you enjoyed this fic as much as I loved doing it <3

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