Riptide (Chicago PD)

Broken Arm

*Jay's Pov*

I think we got to the bullpen at around ten to return our uniforms and get changed into our clothes.

Kim and Adam were wiping each other's faces with a wipe to get rid of the paints while San was helping Kevin.

Hank walked up the stairs with bottles of water as he handed them out to everyone.

"Thank you guys for watching over the parade. I do hope you also had fun."

"Yeah, it was great. Thanks to San." Said Antonio.

"We had parades back in Brazil but nothing like this plus I would normally avoid them and head straight for the waves because the sea would be empty." Explained San.

"I don't want to ruin the mood." Said Trudy as she came up the steps.

"Starting a sentence with that means you already have." Said Adam.

"Don't shoot the messenger, Ken."

"I don't look like Barbie's boyfriend." Whined Adam.

"What's up, Trudy?" Giggled San as she came over and wiped the paint off my face.

"There's a call for you, San."

"Okay. Can you tell them I'll be right there? I'll get Jay cleaned up first." I grabbed her wrist gently to stop her from wiping my face.

"Go. It's probably important." I said and held her face.

"I'll be back in a bit."

I watched her walk down the steps with a smile but I could tell her mood had dropped.

*Sandrelly's Pov*

"Here you go." Said Trudy as she pointed to the phone that was in the back.

Hello?

Hey, Ellie. It's your ma.

Hey, ma. What's up?

We need you in Brazil.

Is everyone okay? What's happened?

It's your father-

Is he okay? He's alive, right?

Calm down, Ellie. He's fine. He's broken his arm after he slipped on the steps. We need someone to run the restaurant.

Mom, I would do but I can't. I can't leave my job here.

Please sweetheart. No one cooks your father's burgers like you do.

He's the better cook, mom. It's his recipe. I can't take any credit.

Please.

I'll give you a call back. I have to talk to my boss.

Okay. Love you, Ellie.

Love you, mom.

"Everything okay?" Asked Jay, making me jump.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you."

"Yeah. It's okay. I just need to talk to Hank."

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Just some trouble in Brazil."

"Yeah, about that..."

"San, pack your bags, we're going to Brazil in two days." Said Hank.