The members of the Intelligence were hanging out at Molly's. Jay, Kim and Kevin were sharing a table, laughing telling funny old stories about their time in patrol. Members of Firehouse 51 had just arrived and were making their ways inside, taking seats at the bar counter and ordering drinks. Cruz said hi sat beside Jay, catching up on the on-going conversation.

The place was filled with laughter and normalcy for minutes. But in a second the sound of laughter and loud happy conversations were replaced by a muffed sound of explosion and a shake, that looked like a small earthquake had just hitted Chicago. Because of this second everyone's face now were confused and scared. Questions like "what the hell was that?" were being asked by everyone and clearly no-one knew anything about it.

"Turn the Tv!" Someone yelled.

Changing channels and putting on the News, the headline made them all stay in shock. "Explosion at Chicago Med". There were no images yet, only the reporter talking about how a possible bomb had just exploded in the Hospital's E.D, up to now no survivors were found.

Almost in sync, everyone's phone started to buzz with the same text, demanding them to return back from work and go straight to the place were the bombing happened. In the same sync they all stood up and made their way to the doors, each and everyone taking a moment to look at the sky filled with smoke coming from the hospital's direction.

Jay felt his body sober up as he stared at his phone while trying to make sense of the words he had just heard. Chicago Med's E.D were bombed. Will was at Chicago Med's E.D. No survivors. Yet. His brother was smart, but how do you run from a bomb? From a roof falling in your head? Will would probably be trying to help others. Maybe he was at another floor. Apparently the E.D suffered the hardest hit, the other floors were in serious trouble, but they still existed. So Will could be trapped in the I.C.U -

"Jay! Jay! Jay!" Kim was yelling his name trying to get his attention. When he finally got out of trance he was in, he could see that he was almost alone in the place. Only him, Kim and a few civilians were there as Hermann were closing the bar. Kevin was already long gone.

He got up in a jump, grabbing his coat and dialing Will's phone. In the moment that he walked out of the door he could see the smoke coming from Chicago Med direction, the realization that was necessary a huge explosion, a huge bomb to make a smoke like that made shivers go down Jay's spine. All he could hear in the moment was the sound of Will's voicemail. He stood in doorway for a while, before Kim touched his shoulder and nodded towards her car.

Kim was now driving as Jay and Kevin were at their phones. Kevin was talking to Voight, who already was on his way to the scene and Jay was trying to the 12th time talk to Will, getting more and frustated every single time the Voicemail messenger came up. He had to fight the urge to throw his phone by the car window. "I'm pretty sure he's okay." Kim said once, but the look on Jay's face told her that wasn't words that were going to calm him down.

"Hi, this is Will Halstead and I –"Jay let out a grunt when he listened to that again. He was already getting sick of Will's voice, his serious tone in the tape. He wanted anything other than that. Anything that could proof that his brother was still alive.

As they were getting closer to the scene, they could see firetruck's lights and police surrounding the perimeter. An isolation tape were already being setting in place, Kim parked her car and the three of them showed their to the officer in the place, the man's face were a mixture of horror and confusion. The media were already in there, pushing microphones into their faces. "We just got in here. How the hell we're supposed to know anything?" Jay wanted to shout at their faces, but he decided that to run to his brother was the most important thing right now.

Soon enough he was in the place where the E.D. were. Were.

He stood still in his place, cellphone in his ears and "Hi, this is Will Halstead…" ringing his ears. However, this time he listened 'til the end. He just could not move. He didn't have the strength to move. That couldn't be real.

The place that he had went to so many times were now a pile of concrete and twisted iron. The smell was almost unbearable, the dust were still on the air making hard to breath and the heat coming from a few fire outbreaks were making so hard to believe that were life behind it all. He thought about taking a moment to suck it all, but he thought that his brother didn't have the time. Will was behind all that.

In the moment he started to run an arm caught him, pushing him back. He was screaming in protest when he saw that Voight was the one holding him back, in the moment his brain only could think about making a good excuse to why he should be allowed to help. Before opening his mouth, his boss spoke:

"I know he was in there, I know you want to help and if it's necessary you will move every single rock out of the way so you can find him, but you can't. You'll only hold the people who can help back, you understand that?"

Jay nodded.

"There's a tend already in place. We gonna start working to find whatever we can about today. Do you think you can be a detective right now?"

Jay nodded one more time. He took a deep breath and tried to calm down. He still held hope that Will would somehow walk out of the pile of rocks, maybe bruised and hurt, but alive and breathing. Maybe bleeding but with a beating heart.

But the scene reminded him so much of a war zone, that he was still was having a hard time to believe that it was Chicago, that his brother was under all these ruins. So he did the only thing he could, the thing that he had been doing since he heard the news, dialed his brother's phone.

"Hi, this is Will Halstead and I can't talk right now. Leave a messenger and I'll call you back as soon as I can." That was silence for a second. "Please, be fine. Be safe. Don't leave me by myself. I need you. I love you little brother."

He turned his phone off and went to work.