Fire Meet Gasoline

Chapter Twelve.

Another day, another shift.
I was slowly getting used to driving to work everyday and glancing in the rear view mirror and not seeing my little girl.

It would eat me alive if I let it, but tomorrow isn't promised and so I owe it to Amelia to make sure I have the good life I promised for us both.

"Len? Halstead and Ruzek are here for you." Otis said and snapped me from my thoughts.

I looked up and saw the pair of them. Jay Halstead got better looking each time I saw him.

"Hey Guys." I said, standing from the table, abandoning my cereal.

"Hey Len, is there somewhere more private we can talk?" Jay asked.

Everyone's eyes landed on me, they'd been hit hard by Amelia's death, they were desperate for justice just as much as I was.

Judging by the looks on Halstead and Ruzek's faces they'd gotten a lead on the bomber.

"Yeah sure, follow me." I told them and led them towards the meeting room.

I shut the door behind them as we entered the meeting room.

"There's no easy way to tell you this Len..." Ruzek trailed off.

I look down at my hands nervously.

"How's Kim? And Sarah?" I asked, glancing up at him.

"Kim's doing good, and Sarah's made a full recovery. We all have you to thank for that." He says with a small smile.

"It makes it a little bit better knowing that she didn't die in vain, that she saved another little girl." I exhale slowly.

"So what is it, an update? Or a new lead?"

"We got him Len." Halstead says and I look between the pair of them.

"You... you got him...? Who? Who the hell would want to murder innocent people at a charity event?"

"A White supremacist terrorist. He built three bombs, one of which detonated. He declared war on the CFD and CPD. The first bomb was meant to go off at 8:30 PM, not AM. The second bomb didn't go off and was planned to wipe out all the first responders. The third was the police gala." Halstead tells me.

"So... so... the hospital.. the bomb... Amelia..."
None of this made any sense, why would someone do such a thing?

"Who did it?" I asked them.

"His name is Ted Powell, a major player in the anti-government fringe movement." Ruzek tells me.

"Did you kill him? You should have killed him!" I say, my voice rising.

"Len, hey." Halstead says, stepping toward me, placing his hands on my upper arms.

"We didn't kill him. Voight wanted him alive. If we'd killed him, you would have never gotten answers or the closure you need."

He was right. I wouldn't wish death on anyone, not even the sick son of a bitch who killed my little girl.

"He'll get it bad in prison, right? For killing my little girl?" I asked, tears in my eyes.

"Racists and Terrorists don't do well in prison, last I heard." Ruzek replies and I smiled a bit.

"Thank you. Thank you so much for getting justice for Amelia and everyone else. When I'm off shift, I'll have to swing by the district and see Voight."