thirty three.

The case had been finished by Intelligence while another case followed by that one moved over to the officials in the Ivory Tower. The man Carlos DeLeon who was behind the death of Alvin Olinsky was shot dead by Hank Voight. Claiming that DeLeon had reached for his gun which caused more problems when two bystanders had claim they had seen differently. With Voight out of the unit until the case was closed and he was stated he was in the clear, everyone ran cases together. Even though they all seemed to look to the next oldest in the unit which happened to be Antonio.

A case they had picked up and were working on was one with five DOAs so far. All the victims were given drugs laced with battery acid. The unit had found their first lead that they were working. Jay had gone undercover as an addict looking for a fix. Once they felt that it looked like the right time to "bust" them, Pru, Kev, and Kim would pull up to search them. While this would happen, Adam would be grabbing from the stash that the small dealer had hid in hopes for him to contact the real source of drugs. So the three sat in the car, waiting for the right time to bust them. When they heard that the "deal" was going down, Pru drove the car right in front of Jay and the young dealer. Exiting the car as Kim yelled,

"Chicago PD, hands on the hood. Hands on the hood." Pru had the joy of pushing Jay against the car to do a pat down while Kim patted down the dealer.

"I ain't got no dope." The guy told Kim. Pru came across Jay's cover wallet. Tossing it to Kev who began to read off his name. The blonde girl held Jay against the car still.

"You're loving this aren't you?" Jay whispered under the commotion to Pru.

"Every second." She told him.

"Jay Campbell from Winnetka. What are you doing on the West Side, Jay?" Kev questioned.

"I'm lost man. Looking for directions." Jay played off.

"We're good Kev, Pru." Kim told them once she saw Adam get away.

"You good?" Kev checked with Pru.

"Yeah, I'm good. Kim?" Pru countered.

"Yeah."

"Okay. Y'all good to go. Sorry for the inconvenience." Kev simply said as Jay snapped up, instantly taking his wallet from Kev. Jay went to "shove" past Pru as their hands brushed over one another's. A small glint in their eyes. Pru glanced back at Jay for a split second. Both of them holding back their smirks as Pru headed back towards the car.

+

Pru sat in the interrogation room with her files placed in front of her on the table. Waiting for the guys to bring in the man they had brought in as a suspect. Tapping her finger against the table as she patiently waited. The door soon opened with as Jay and Antonio guided a guy in and sat him down across from the blonde girl.

"We've got five dead bodies, Jalen." Antonio began.

"Make that six. Patrol just found her in an alley off of Lexington." Pru corrected as she turned the DOAs photo towards Jalen.

"Amy Moore, 19. Last number she dialed seemed to be the same as the other five, your boy, Andre." Pru said.

"Sorry, I don't know no Andre." Jalen tried to play off. Antonio leaned down near Jalen in a challenging way.

"No? He's the skinny black dude who works the corner of Sacramento and Fillmore. You know, the one you sell heroin to? The one who just called 'cause he lost his job." Antonio interrogated.

"Y'all must have me confused with someone else. Like, for real. I don't know nothing about no dope." Jalen said.

"Really? Nothing?" Jay showed the bag of dope to Jalen.

"Yeah, nothing."

"Then what's that? We found that in a hidden compartment in your passenger door." Jay said as he slapped the bag down onto the table.

"It's not mine." Jalen let out.

"Look man, if you give up your supplier, you'll get out in five. If you don't, we're gonna charge you with narcotic-induced homicide and you die in prison." Jay explained.

"So, why don't you do yourself a favor, Jalen? Start talking." Pru told him.

"Alright. Sure thing." Jalen spoke up.

"Fantastic." Pru commented.

"But only after you get on your knees and kiss my black aSs." Jalen said as Jay wacked him upside the head.

"I'll pass. But I'm sure your new friends in prison would be more than happy to take you up on that offer." Pru calmly spoke with a plain smile.

+

"Jalen just confessed. He gave up the stash house." Adam announced as he walked into the bullpen.

"What? He lawyered up. You weren't even suppose to talking to him." Antonio snapped.

"The address is 3220 Edgemont Road. There's half a kilo sitting in there just waiting to kill another 10,20, 50 people." Adam said.

"And he just volunteered this?" Antonio's voice rose.

"Yes." Adam responded.

"You're lying." Antonio yelled.

"You wanna be right or you wanna save lives? It's your call." Adam presented Antonio with a choice.

"Lets gear up and hit this place now." Antonio instructed as they all got up and headed downstairs.

+

Kev led the way as they all walked in a single file line. Walking past different people on the sidewalk. As they slowed down, Kev gave them a signal to wait. Peering over then he lowered his hand and entered the barber shop. While Adam, Hailey, and Kim took care of everyone in the front of the shop. Kev, Pru, Antonio, and Jay made their way to the back. Walking down the dimly lit back hallway. Once they reached the end of it where a door stood, they all slowed to a stop.

"You hear that?" Kev asked.

"Yeah, I hear it. 1,2,3!" Jay counted down before kicking the door open. Jay and Kev put the two adult males to the wall to cuff them while Pru looked at the three scared little boys.

"Hey, why don't you three come with me, okay? Now just go against the wall. I'm Pru. Are you okay?" Pru checked over the shaking boys.

"Has anyone hurt you? No? Are you alright?" Pru looked them over carefully.

Everyone had been guided out of the building to send off separately. But soon commotion was heard back inside the barber shop. Running in to see Adam and Antonio throwing punches at each other. One of them had rolled onto the other to punch them more.

"Hey!" Pru yelled as she began to shove them apart. Jay rushed to pull Antonio back while Kev pulled Adam back. The two yelled across the room at one another before Jay pushed Antinio towards the exit.

"Turn around and shut up!" Kev yelled at Adam as Pru followed them towards the back.

"What the hell, Adam?!" Pru exclaimed as he began to pace.

"I understand that you're angry. We're all angry. We've all been through hell the past few days. But we can't take our anger out on others. Especially not in our family. We need each other right now. So get your head out of your aSs and suck up whatever bitterness you're feeling towards Antonio for him being himself. Do you understand?" Pru snapped at Adam. Silence surrounded the three while the girl looked at her friend.

"Do you understand?" Pru asked again.

"Yes." Adam grumbled.

+

All of them were left finishing their paperwork from their case when Hank ascended up the stairs.

"Hey, you back on the job?" Jay asked Voight.

"Got the official call an hour ago." Hank informed as the two men shook hands.

"Good to see you boss." Kev greeted.

"You too." Hank said then moved to Adam to shake his hand.

"Hailey. Pru. Kim." Hank nodded at the females. He then turned towards Antonio before opening his arms up. Embracing Antonio before pulling away.

"I'm glad you're back, Hank." Antonio said.

"Yeah... well. Me too. Listen, um... It's been a very long few days. With a lot of pain. A lot of anger. I get it. I don't expect the emotions to just disappear overnight. But going forward, we need to be a team. One team. No more fighting. No more crap." Hank told them before heading into his office.

+

The day had come for Alvin Olinsky's funeral. All of the unit minus Hank were at the funeral with many other officers. Dressed in their uniforms. The priest led the way followed by a bagpipe player. Then the unit followed carrying Al's casket. Making their way down the stairs to the hearse. Placing the casket inside the vehicle. Taking a step back away from the hearse. Swiftly turning towards the casket, they began to raise their hand in salute. Holding up their gloved hand before dismissing it. Peacefully sending off one of their dear friends.