Halstead Twin.

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"Half the swag from midway must be here." Dawson says. "Check the back." Voight tells Jay and Erin. Jay told us over the radio that he found the girl and we met up with them. We called the precinct and made our way out. "She was 19. Still in school. What a waste." Voight tells Dawson. "Why do only one? Where's the other two? We're not dealing with a pro. Collins got squeamish and ran." "Whoever cut into her cut into the condom balloons, destroyed most the cocaine." An officer tells us. "There's no way Collins can afford to do that to the other two." Dawson tells us. "Look, I got some business to take care of. See if Jin's got anything yet, all right?" "I was able to obtain subscriber info for all calls from Brandan's cells phone that you found in his van. Only two numbers first to Sean's prepaid cell which has since gone dead, but I was able to track it to a dumpster on Ashland. Second, six calls to this guy.  Ryan Porter." Jin tells us. "Ryan Porter. Male, white, 26. Long sheet for possession." Jay tells us. "Worked as a paramedic for three different ambulance companies fired from all of them." Erin tells us. "I know that M.O. ten to one Porter's a play doctor.  Busted a few when I worked vice. EMTs who work for private ambulance companies. They barely make 10 bucks an hour. So, the ones who wanna make extra cash sometimes provide under the table service like patching up gangbangers. Forward Porter's picture to Olinsky ASAP." "Olinsky. We got eyes on the bad guys they have two girls. I repeat, looks like the two girls are with them. I pulled up and noticed Burgess getting attacked. I grabbed the back of the guy's shirt and pushed him into the opposite wall then punched him in the face and he fell to the ground. "Stay down!" I yell and we cuff him as Atwater runs up. We walked out of the alley, and I walked over to the others. "Are you ok?" Jay asks. "Fine, why?" I ask him. "Just making sure." "Are you sure it doesn't have anything to do with me getting shot?" I ask him. "Jay, I'm fine, ok." "Hey, thanks." "Not a problem Burgess. I was wondering if maybe you'd like to get a drink some time." I tell her. "Sure." She says and walks away. "Someone's got a crush." "Shut up, Jay." I groan and walk off. Voight gave me the day off to be with my daughter who once again got in trouble. The team invited me to get some drinks so after having Melody watch Summer I picked up Burgess. In the morning Burgess came to my desk to tell me about how her and her partner found a body. "All right, we got a new case. This is Frank Fitori, caught napping in a ditch by the marsh where he was dumped." Voight begins as the rest of the team entered. " He's had his own little racket on the south side for years." "He swims with a lot of big fish. "Swam." Jay and I correct Dawsons grammar. "Swam?" He asks turning to us. "Well..." I began but Erin stopped me. "All right Halstead and I will check out the murder site." "Great idea. Why don't you and Jay do that? Everyone else, go through the confidential files on Taylor Street, Bridgeport, Chinatown, and Melrose crews. Let's see who's running what nowadays." Voight tells us. Jay and Erin went to check it out while I was stuck at my desk filling out paperwork for Summers school. "Halstead the younger!" I really wish people would stop calling me that." I groan. "I need a picture for the new IDs. "I really hate having my picture taken." I tell Platt. "When we were in school, she had braces and pigtails." "Jay so not cool." Platt took the picture, and I flicked Jay on the forehead. "Love you too sis." "I love you too, but I have to go drop some stuff off at Summers school I'll be back in a bit." I tell them then Jin stopped me. "Hey, I was wondering if you want to have dinner some time." I looked over at Jay and he shrugged. "I would say yes but I'm not into guys." I tell him. "Oh, no problem then." He says. "We could always go hang out at Molly's. I really am sorry." "Don't be sorry. You're gay its cool." He tells me as he walks away. After finally finishing up with the school I went back to the station. "Alessio Colo." Antonio says as I sit at my desk. "He was one of the top bosses on the south side. Bookmaking, loansharking, extortion, armed robberies. C.P.D. thought he was retired, but now a tip leads us to believe he's back in the game." "What are you doing?" Voight asks and I could tell something was going on. "And this is Joe Catalano, habitual felon just released from Stateville, and Colo's nephew. He used to work for Colo back before he got sent up. Our D.O.A., Fitori... He turned on Catalano back in '06. He made a deal with the state's attorney that kept him in jail and put Catalano in." Antonio tells us. "Well, it sounds like Catalano got released. He got right to it." Jay says. "All right, so if this is Catalano..." Alvin asks. "Then who's the driver?" I ask as we look at the video. "Ok, I'm tracking down the Indian company that has footage from the construction yard. Just waiting for the sun to come up over there and we should have a clean shot of the driver." Jin tells us. "Yeah, the D.O.A. Frank Fitori, He used to run with this ross crew back in the day. A guy named Dean-o Ross was the patriarch." Alvin tells us. "Along with Fitori?" Antonio asks. "Dean Ross was on the grand jury witness list." "This him?" Jay asks holding up a picture. "Yep, Dean-o, yeah." "Maybe Dean-o's a target too, Huh?" Ruzek asks. "All right, let's go." Alvin says. "Ruzek and I will Shadow him, tuck him in at night." "That's a good Idea." Voight says. "Lindsay and I will come too." "Eh, looks like we're all going." Antonio says. "I'd like to talk to you in my office first." Voight tells him. "Is it just me or it there something fishy going on between those two?" I ask Jay. "Just let it go remember what happened last time you knew too much." I huff as he gets up and walks away. I pulled out my phone to call Melody to see if she would pick up Summer. "Ross is on foot heading toward the tanning salon on Sheffield." Voight tells us over the walkie. "Be right there." I reply and Jay drove off. "When will you let me drive?" I whine. "One word." He tells me. "Never." "Ass." I whine.