~Leaving for Good~

Part 10

The unit were all at the crime scene. After a person died from flesh eating bacteria.

"This looks like something for forensics. Why are we here?" Antonio asked.

Melinda opened the case. And spoke.

"Because of this. This is a chemical substance. Which has the disease in. We need your help locating the perp." Melinda explained.

The unit all looked at the gas canister. And Hank spoke.

"You got it! Let's find this son of a bitch!" Hank ordered.

The unit all nodded, and walked towards their trucks.

Erin and Jay arrived at the district. And were looking through files.

"So, This perp. He knows how to hide evidence. Forensics have no prints on the gas can. We're at a dead end..." Erin explained.

Jay stuck a picture on the evidence board, and took over from Erin.

"This is Alesha Evans. She had been exposed to the bacteria. At her apartment. She died at Med. They now have a backlog of patients with this disease..." Jay took over.

Hank nodded, and Kim got off the phone.

"That was CFD. Brett and Foster had a victim who had the same disease. She died in the ambo. This is getting out of hand..." Kim explained.

Hank looked at the unit, and spoke.

"Okay. We got a deadly bacteria out on the street. The perp's not thinking about his next victim. Their dropping quickly. We have to find this son of a bitch. And stop this virus." Hank explained.

The unit all looked at Hank. And nodded.

"I'll go talk to the victim's sister..." Jay suggested.

Hank nodded, and walked back into his office.

Once Jay left. The unit got on with finding anything helpful.

Jay soon arrived at the address. And he knocked on the door.

The door clicked open. And Sarah had the same disease.

"Hey. I'm Detective Halstead. Can I come in?" Jay asked.

Sarah nodded, and walked back inside the apartment.

Once Jay was inside. He shut the door softly.

"Can I get you some coffee...?" Sarah slurred.

Jay could tell Sarah was slurring, and her movements were unstable.

"Can I get you some co-." Sarah stopped.

Sarah fell into Jay's arms, and they both slid to the floor.

"Sarah?" Jay whispered.

Jay didn't want to even look. But he knew he had to.

Slowly. Jay lifted up Sarah's skirt, and noticed the disease.

Jay moved Sarah off of him. And picked up his radio.

"5021 George: Roll me an ambo to 1999 West Drive. I got a female down. Severe injuries." Jay radioed.

Jay sighed. He was now scared.

Soon. Jay arrived at Med. Still in the same clothes.

"Jay?" Will called.

Will ran up to Jay, and spoke.

"Are you okay? Is the blood yours?" Will asked.

Jay shook his head, and spoke.

"No. It's Sarah's. She collapsed on me..." Jay admitted.