A/N: Here we are at the last chapter finally. Thank you all for reading and reviewing!

"Hey Casey," Kelly opened the door to their hotel room and stepped in with Olivia and Elliot right behind him, and all three froze right in the door at the sight before them.

Voight was sitting up on the bed with one arm draped over Casey's shoulders as he held the sleeping lieutenant against him, with his free hand he raised a warning finger for them to be quiet.

Kelly quietly moved over to the bed and carefully grabbed Casey to pull him back from Voight so he could get off the bed, and Severide eased Casey back down against the pillows, then followed the three cops out into the hall.

"What the hell happened?" Elliot asked.

Voight merely responded, "We found some common ground."

He turned to Kelly and told him, "Get that boy some Dramamine for tomorrow, we have a 5 o' clock flight out for Chicago tomorrow afternoon."

"What?" Kelly asked.

"We're going home," Voight said, emphasizing the words slowly.

Kelly blinked, "All three of us?"

"That surprises you?" Voight asked.

"Honestly? Yes."

"Kelly," Hank said, "it's over."

Kelly took a step back like the words actually hit him, as if the concept just now registered with him.

"It's all over," Hank said softly. "We're going home."

There was a silence between the four people for a minute, nobody knew what to say, and Kelly stumbled to not sound like a complete idiot as he said to Voight, "We got two beds in our room, you just wanna stay tonight?"

"Nah, I got a room in this city already," Hank answered. He and Olivia barely looked at each other, but the small glance they exchanged said it all.

"So, what do you want to do?" Olivia asked as she locked the door and took off her jacket.

"What do you want to do?" Hank replied as he draped his jacket over a chair.

"It's your last night in New York, what do you want to do?" Olivia asked as she made her way over towards the couch.

"Your city, your rules," Voight said as he followed her over, "What do you want to do?"

"How about this?" with an exhausted sigh, Olivia fell back against the cushions.

"Sounds like a plan," Hank replied as he seated himself beside her.

"What a day," Olivia groaned.

"Mm-hm," Voight grunted.

"Matt Casey is never going to trust a woman again," Olivia said.

"Probably not," Voight reluctantly agreed. "It's too bad, everyone deserves a second chance at happiness."

Olivia turned her head to look at him and replied, "Or first."

The two cops looked a each other for a minute, neither saying anything. Without a word exchanged between them, Voight put his arm around Olivia and pulled her to lean against him, and Olivia reached for the remote and turned on the TV.

Kelly lay in his bed trying to sleep but he couldn't. He wasn't sure why, but even though he was tired he just couldn't get to sleep. Maybe it was the adrenaline from everything finally being over, or maybe because even now he couldn't stop worrying about Casey, but he continued to toss and turn and hoped he'd eventually find the right spot and be able to nod off.

But from the other side of the room he could hear Matt tossing and turning every so often as well, then finally...

"Kelly..."

He turned over and looked across to the other bed, "You okay?"

"I don't know," Casey answered.

There wasn't anything in the way Casey said it that gave Kelly the impression something was pertinently wrong, just in general.

"You want me to come over there?" he offered.

"No," Casey said.

Kelly thought for a minute, and asked, "You want to come over here?"

There was only silence from the other side of the room, then he heard Casey throw the covers back and get up from the bed. Kelly moved over and pulled the covers down as Casey climbed in and sat beside him. Kelly sat up and put his arm around Casey and held his friend close, with his other hand he fumbled for the remote control and turned on the TV. They saw up, bleary eyed, watching reruns of old black and white shows until they both fell asleep about 3:30 in the morning.

"So, you're sure it's all over?" Casey asked the next day when he and Severide stopped in at SVU to make sure there were no loose ends to take care of before they went back home. "I don't have to sign anything or make any kind of statement?"

"Nope, they were all arraigned today, remanded without bail," Olivia said. "Derrick and Damon are going to allocute, Dahlia will probably stand trial, but with two confessions both implicating her, the DA won't have any trouble connecting those dots."

"And when the case becomes public it may give some of the other victims the nudge to come forth and press charges for their own assaults," Elliot added. "Even if it doesn't, they are going to see her picture in the paper and know she finally got caught, and even if they don't face her in court themselves there should be some closure from knowing she's going to rot in prison for the rest of her life and can't do it to anyone else again."

Casey looked towards the floor and nodded, "Great...that's great..."

"It will get better, Matt," Olivia said, "you just have to be patient."

"I know," he looked up again, "I know..."

"You okay?" Elliot asked.

Casey nodded, "I got a head start on the Dramamine, the flight out here was...I thought at the time, the worst experience of my life...by the time we take off I don't want to be aware of anything."

"That'll get easier too," Olivia said.

"Um..." Casey was clearly struggling with what he wanted to tell the detectives, "I...I just...I wanted to say thank you, for...everything..."

"We were just doing our job," Elliot said.

Casey let out a small laugh, "That's the line I use." He looked at the four detectives and added, "We always have a saying, that when everybody else runs out, we're running in, and when you see us, it's usually the worst day of your life...apparently that's true here too."

Munch broke the silence that had followed with, "Makes for some interesting acquaintances though, doesn't it?"

It was so random and took everybody by surprise, that Casey busted out laughing, so did Severide.

Voight entered the squad room and told the lieutenants, "The cab's here, we gotta get going if we're gonna make the flight."

"Sergeant Voight," Olivia said, all business again, "it was nice working with you. Thanks for coming out and helping us."

He took her hand and shook it and said in response, "Thanks for having me."

Elliot saw Olivia as she watched the three men leave the precinct.

"Liv, you okay?" he asked.

Olivia blinked, "It's just so sad what happened to Matt, the guy is so alone that he comes a thousand miles just to find somebody who loves him...and instead he's beaten, raped, humiliated, nearly killed."

"Hey," Elliot nudged her and nodded his head to the three mean walking out of the precinct.

Olivia turned and looked. The three men had their backs to the cops, Voight and Severide stood on either side of Casey and each had an arm slipped behind his back.

"Might not be what he had in mind," Elliot said, "but I think he found it anyway."

It was a fairly quiet and uneventful flight back to Chicago, most of the seats were vacant. Voight had gotten them three aisle seats together, a little cramped but not a real problem. Casey had been starting to feel the effects of the air sickness pills long before they took off, but he was still tense when the plane started moving, and didn't calm down until a few minutes after they'd left the ground and he was convinced it would actually be smooth sailing from there. Now, half an hour into the flight, Severide and Voight both felt the man seated between them go limp, they turned and saw Casey was passed out cold in his seat with his head falling to his chest. The Intelligence sergeant and the Squad lieutenant exchanged a look, neither said anything, they both looked at Casey, Voight placed a hand on Matt's shoulder and Kelly reached over and placed one hand on the back of Casey's head and softly massaged it. Both men had been mortified at what Casey had been put through in New York, and both knew he was anxious to get home and attempt to put his life back together like it used to be, and try to put all of this behind him. And they were both equally anxious to get him back home so that could start to happen.

Casey woke up as they plane landed, but he was still groggy and he wasn't fully awake and alert until they were in a cab leaving the airport. Nobody talked during the drive but the three men in the backseat felt plenty awkward for Severide and he could just imagine it was for Casey too.

He looked out the window and furrowed his eyebrows together when they stopped. "What're we doing at the 21st?"

"I have a couple things to tend to," Voight answered, "Come on in, we'll get another cab to leave."

The two firefighters looked at each other and shrugged mutually, and did as they were told.

It was already pitch dark out and the bright lights of the district were a sharp contrast, Casey blinked several times when they stepped in. They followed Voight up the stairs to the front desk and he told them, "Stay here, I'll be down in a few minutes."

Casey leaned over and asked Severide, "We listening to him now?"

"I'm trying to figure out how we got stuck riding with him," Kelly responded.

"So where's my truck?" Casey asked as they left the men's room.

"When Voight called me, I had Tony come get it and take it back to your apartment," Kelly answered.

"Does everybody know?" Casey asked.

"I ain't told them anything," Kelly said, "but I got an idea how to explain it without anyone finding out what really happened."

"Good."

As they headed back to the front, their conversation was interrupted by the brash voice of Trudy Platt behind them as she called out, "Lieutenant Casey."

The two firemen looked at each other and both turned around to see the desk sergeant glaring at them.

"Yeah, Trudy?" Casey asked, completely clueless.

Trudy stepped out from behind her desk, walked over to the two men and the next thing Casey knew...

"Geh!" Casey's eyes bulged to twice their size, as did Kelly's, though his were in surprise at the sight before him of Trudy hugging Casey so tightly against her that she was choking the life out of him.

"I am so sorry for what you were put through," she said in a half quiet tone so nobody outside of the three of them could overhear.

"Uh...thanks, Trudy," Casey gasped, then he nudged her shoulder to get her attention, "Trudy...I can't breathe."

"Oh," the desk sergeant pulled back and Casey nosily inhaled, the gray haired woman slightly winced as she added, "Sorry."

"Uh, Trudy," Casey pulled at his collar, "Does...does Mouch, or...anybody else, know about this?"

Trudy shook her head, "You have nothing to worry about there."

Casey grimly nodded, "Thanks."

Trudy turned and Kelly immediately took a step back, for fear she might try squeezing the life out of him too.

"Good to have you guys back, Severide," Trudy said, "your men from 51 have been here every day asking for updates."

Kelly nodded, "I'll get it straightened out."

"Appreciate it," she replied as she went back to her desk, back to her all business no-nonsense self.

Voight came down the stairs and told the firemen, "Okay, let's go. Where am I dropping you two off?"

"Actually we can just-" Kelly started to say.

"Nope," Voight cut him off, "I'm seeing you two home, the question is whose home?"

Kelly looked at Casey and started to ask him, "What do-"

Casey shook his head, "It's fine."

"My place is closer," Kelly said, "Casey can stay the night with me."

"Then it's settled," Voight said, "let's go."

Kelly locked the door, turned around and saw Casey standing in the middle of the living room with his arms pressed tight to his chest, looking completely lost.

"Casey?" he tried to get the blonde man's attention, "You okay?"

Casey let out a shaky breath and slowly answered, "I don't know."

Severide had expected something to happen once they finally got home, but he wasn't sure what to expect.

"You want to get something to eat?" he asked.

Casey just barely shook his head, "No."

"You want a beer?"

"No."

"You want to get cleaned up?"

Casey shook his head. "I feel...like a zombie...like I'm empty..." he let out a small nervous laugh as he added, "I'd probably feel like crying if I thought it would do any good, but I feel like there's just nothing left in me."

Kelly stepped over to him and closed the distance between them by hugging Matt tight.

"Give it time," he said. He thought, or hoped anyway, that after Casey got a few hours sleep he'd be able to look at everything in a new light and not feel like everything was completely hopeless. For that matter he hoped Casey would be able to sleep.

"It's gonna get better," Kelly told him, hoping it wasn't a promise made in vain.

Casey sighed against him, "I know..."

Kelly tried to think but he was coming up empty. "Is there anything I can do?"

Casey was silent for a few seconds, then he let out a single, small, nervous laugh and said sheepishly, "Don't let go...not just yet..."

Kelly tipped his head back in a silent laugh, and slightly tightened his hold on Matt and told him, "I can do that."

"Hey, Hank," Olivia answered her phone, "Everybody get home okay?"

"Yeah, I just dropped Casey and Severide off for the night," Hank answered.

"Oh, wow," Olivia's eyes widened slightly, "That's surprisingly nice of you."

"I have my moments," he replied. "How're you?"

"Okay," she answered, after a small pause she said in a more honest tone, "Wish you were still here."

"Same, but, Chicago needs me," Voight said. "What about you?"

"I've been looking at my schedule and honestly I don't know when's a good time to cash in my vacation days," she answered.

"When the time's right, you'll know," Hank told her.

She smiled, then changed the subject, "How's Matt doing?"

"Glad to be back home, after that," Voight grunted, "It's anybody's guess."

"I hope he'll be alright," Olivia said.

"He'll be fine, he's a survivor," Voight remarked.

"And you seem very emotionally invested in his welfare," Olivia noted.

"As far as I'm concerned, anybody from 51, anybody does anything to them, they're automatically one of mine," he answered.

"So, if it had been Kelly that came out on that plane and we found in that lot," Olivia said.

"I would've still been out there on the first flight," Hank affirmed.

"And put as much effort into finding the people responsible."

"Damn straight."

"And the other night in the hotel room?" Olivia asked.

"What's your point, Olivia?" Hank sounded like he was about to laugh.

She shrugged, "Just wondering if maybe through some odd twist of fate, this might've brought you two closer together."

"Than what?" Now Voight was laughing.

Olivia smiled, "You really have been like a father figure through all this."

"Oh knock it off."

"Actually," she added, "more like one than a lot of biological fathers I've seen on this job."

"You stop it," Voight said, "now you're just being disgusting."

She laughed, then told him, "Matt's very lucky that you have his back."

"Not sure he'd see it that way," Hank replied.

"Oh...I think he knows, Hank," Olivia said.

"He's staying with Severide tonight."

Olivia nodded, "Probably a good idea, he seems to be about the only one that can get through to Matt."

"They've been through a lot together," Voight said.

Kelly quietly padded out of the bathroom and made his way through the living room to check on Casey. It was going on 2 o' clock in the morning, he'd been going in and out of sleep keeping an ear open for any noises from the living room incase Casey had a nightmare or another flashback. So far there'd been nothing. In the sparse light in the room he could see Casey laying face down on the couch with the side of his face buried in a pillow that he half clutched in his hands. He wasn't sure if Casey had moved from that position all night, but that's roughly how Matt had looked when Kelly covered him up and went to bed.

Except he finally realized that the blanket was gone. He looked and saw it pooled on the floor by the couch. Kelly picked it up and draped it back over Matt, who hardly moved but let out a soft contented sigh when the fabric touched his skin. Kelly also noticed that Casey stopped holding himself so stiff and instead half curled on his side under the covers.

He leaned over and calmly rubbed Casey on his back, realizing that Matt was completely out of it, and ever so thankful for it.

"Love you, buddy," he whispered as he tipped his head down and lightly kissed Casey on the crown of his head.