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The Weight of Regret

Warnings- This story is intense, so buckle up, This mentions suicide notes and Sudical intentions. Oh, and the death of a sister. If suicide or death is a trigger for you, this is not the story for you to read. I have other stories. Please go read those.

For you have been warned

The Farewell Letters

The detective sat on the edge of his bed, staring at a blank sheet of paper. The pain of losing his sister, weighs heavily on him, a constant reminder of his perceived failure. He could still hear his parents' voices echoing in his mind, blaming him for not being able to protect her.

That night, he decided to write goodbye letters to everyone in the, including his Sergeant, Voight. Each letter was a cathartic release, a way to express his gratitude and sorrow.

"Dear Team," he began in one letter, "I'm grateful for every moment we've spent together. Thank you for being my family. I'm sorry I couldn't be the brother Gabby needed."

The hardest letter was reserved for Voight.

"Dear Sergeant Voight," he wrote, his hand trembling. "I love being in this unit. You took me in when I was lost, and I can't thank you enough for that. But I have to do this. Thank you for everything."

With tears streaming down his face, Antonio sealed the letters, knowing that the next day would be his last.

The Morning Departure

With the dawn barely breaking, Antonio slipped out of his apartment and made his way to the precinct. He arrived early, ensuring he had time to place the letters on each desk without being seen.

He carefully arranged the letters, his heart heavy with the weight of his decision. After placing Voight's letter on the sergeant's desk, he whispered, "I'm sorry," before walking out the door for the final time.

The Discovery

Later that morning, the team began to trickle in. was the first to notice something amiss. "Hey, where's Antonio?" she asked, glancing around.

"I haven't seen him," replied, scratching his head. "He's usually here before everyone else."

As they checked his desk, Adam picked up the first letter. "Guys, what's this?" he said, his brow furrowing.

When they opened the letters and began to read, their expressions turned to shock and concern.

"Holy hell, he's saying goodbye!" Ruzek exclaimed, his heart racing. "What the hell is going on?"

Voight rushed in just as they realized the gravity of the situation. "What's happening?" he demanded.

"Antonio left letters, Sarge. They're goodbye letters," Kim said, her voice trembling.

Voight's face paled. "Where is he?"

The Call

Just as panic set in, the phone rang. Voight picked it up, and a voice on the other end shouted, "Detective! You need to get to the bridge now! One of your detectives is about to jump!"

"Which detective?" Voight asked, his heart racing.

"Antonio Dawson!" the voice replied.

"Everyone, let's move!" Voight commanded, adrenaline surging through him as he grabbed his jacket and raced towards the door, his team following closely behind.

The Bridge

As they arrived at the bridge, the scene was chaotic. Police cars were blocking off the area, and officers were trying to talk to Antonio, who stood at the edge, looking down at the water below.

"Antonio!" Voight shouted, rushing forward. "Get away from the edge!"

Antonio turned, his eyes filled with despair. "I can't do this anymore, Sarge. I failed, Gabby. I failed everyone."

"Listen to me, Antonio," Voight said, his voice steady but urgent. "You didn't fail her. You did everything you could. She wouldn't want this for you."

"Why should I keep going?" Antonio cried, tears streaming down his face. "I couldn't save her!"

The Confrontation

"Because Gabby wouldn't want you to give up!" Voight shouted, stepping closer. "She's safe. She's in the hospital. You didn't fail her; you loved her. That's what matters."

Antonio's expression shifted, confusion battling with despair. "What do you mean she's safe?"

"Gabby is alive. She's recovering in the hospital. You need to come back with us," Voight urged, his voice softening.

"Why didn't anyone tell me?" Antonio asked, stepping back from the edge, his breath hitching.

The Resolution

Voight reached out, pulling Antonio into a firm embrace. "You're not alone in this. We're family, remember? We fight together."

As Antonio broke down in Voight's arms, the team moved in, surrounding him with support. "We're here for you, Antonio," Kim said, her voice filled with compassion.

"I thought I lost her. I thought I was to blame," he murmured, his voice choked with emotion.

"You were never to blame," Atwater assured him. "You're a hero, and you fought for her. Now, let us help you."

The Aftermath

Once Antonio was safely away from the bridge, they drove to the hospital where Gabby was recovering. The moment he entered her room, he saw her lying there, fragile but alive.

"Gabby!" he cried, rushing to her side.

"Antonio?" she whispered, her eyes lighting up. "I'm so glad you're here."

"I thought I lost you," he said, tears of relief streaming down his face.

"You didn't lose me. I'm here," she replied softly. "I need you, big brother."

As Antonio held her hand tightly, he felt a sense of hope and purpose rekindle within him. He realized that he wasn't just a survivor; he was a protector, and he would fight for her, for himself, and for the family he had in the Intelligence Unit.

Voight watched from the door, a proud smile on his face, knowing that they had weathered yet another storm together.

Thank you for reading, I watch Little Devils Complex, and I want to make a dramatic ending. I hope you like it

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