Help Her

Brotherhood

Hank moved over to the window and glanced at Rizzo's body one last time before rushing back to his Detective.

"All right. Antonio, listen. We gotta get you out of here. Take your gun. Take your gun." He instructed, gently, and handed the Detective his weapon. "Okay. Now give me your phone and go. It's all right. I got this." The older man assured as he was given the device. "Now go. It's okay. Go."

"Yeah." Antonio whispered, shooting Ana one last apologetic glance and racing out of the room.

"Adam, give her to me." Hank gestured and the Officer did so without question.

The brunette squeezed her eyes shut and rested her head on his shoulder. Her face was really starting to hurt now.

"All right, put this in your car." The older man ordered, handing the younger Antonio's phone.

"All right." Adam nodded.

"The phone comes up, you say Antonio left it there at the beginning of the tour." Hank shrugged.

"Copy that." The Officer replied.

"Now, you arrive on scene. You came around that corner, through that door. You witnessed Ana and the offender engaged in a physical altercation. You see her get elbowed in the face and me rushing over to help." The male Sergeant began.

"No, hold on. Hold on." Adam shook his head, not liking where this was going.

"Then you witnessed Rizzo-"

"No, no, no, no, no." Adam muttered.

"You witnessed Rizzo go over the wall." Hank continued as if the other man hadn't even spoken.

"No, no, no. Boss, no." The Officer argued.

"Hey!" The older man raised his voice, cutting him off before finishing. "You run downstairs. You attempt to administer aid."

"No, no. I won't let you take the fall for this." Adam scoffed.

"He's unresponsive. You determined he was dead on impact." Hank carried on, ignoring the Officer to the best of his ability.

"No. You're not doing that. You can't take it." The younger man insisted, firmly.

"The phone. Then body. Then attempt to help him." The male Sergeant listed.

"They will bury you!" Adam cried. "Okay? There is no way that the department-"

"We are not having a discussion!" Hank yelled, silencing the other man completely. "Adam. I need to know right now, are you with us?"

The Officer glanced down at Ana, who'd cracked her eyes open and was staring at him, tiredly. She just wanted them to stop fighting.

"Of course I'm with you." He sighed.

"Then you need to go. Now." The older man ordered. "Go!"

The Officer, begrudgingly, did as he was told and Hank watched him leave before looking down at wife.

"Hey, let me see." He coaxed, gently moving her hand out of the way.

Her nose was one big ugly bruise that was starting to spread out into a nice pair of shiners right under her eyes. Ana saw his angry look and released a sigh.

"It probably looks worse than it is." She reasoned, recovering the injury as it was still bleeding a bit.

"Doesn't matter." Hank muttered, grabbing onto his radio. "5021 Squad, I need an Ambo at my location."

Ana rolled her eyes but said nothing as both Sergeants made their way out of the building. They met up with Adam just as patrol finally arrived on scene.