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JAY AND EMMA RACED around the city as they rushed to get to the house where the shooting occurred. Jay looked over at Emma in the passenger seat and could see her brain going a million miles a minute.
"Hey, you okay?" He asked, switching between looking at her and the road.
"The last time this happened, I was on the receiving end." Jay took note of how she had been aggressively picking at her cuticles, "Just tired of getting shot at." She sighed angrily. Jay didn't say anything, he only reached over and grabbed her hand, stopping her from tearing at her nails.
They pulled up to the scene right as Antonio was, promptly ignoring the look he was shooting them as they got out of the same car, "Any news on Burgess?" Emma asked.
"She just went into surgery," Antonio informed them as they headed up the path towards the house. Cop cars were surrounding every angle of the house. Techs, officers, and everyone in between were fluttering in and out of the house.
Once they entered the house, Jay separated from Antonio and Emma, who examined the bottom floor before meeting up with Voight, "Bomb Unit did a sweep of the place. Back door was linked to an improvised napalm grenade." He explained.
The three of them turned the corner and stopped when Erin walked through the doors of the house, "I thought you were officially detailed to task force." Antonio pointed out.
"I pushed it a day." She shrugged and Emma couldn't help but smile, before Erin turned around to the gun pointed at the front door, "Shooter was waiting for her here." She pointed to the gun.
"There was no shooter." Voight corrected.
"No shooter?" Antonio, Emma, and Erin shared a look of confusion before looking over to Voight. "Who pulled the trigger?"
"The buzzer was rigged to the trigger of the gun. Burgess depresses the button..." He explained, trailing off.
"So, what? Our guy's the next Macgyver?" Emma joked.
"Don't give him too much credit. It'll only disappoint you when we catch him." Emma could only hum as the three of them watched Voight walk out of the house.
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Emma watched from her desk as Sean walked into the bullpen and walked straight into Voight's office. She quickly averted her eyes when they opened the door and walked out, "All right, positive I.D. on our victim in the tub..." Antonio placed the picture on the board.
"Luther Markov, 73 years old." Emma read off from the file on Antonio's desk, "Retired dean of psychology at Central Chicago University. He's divorced. Family isn't local. Nothing in his background. He was a model citizen." She shrugged.
