Tolerance Book III

Chapter One Hundred and Fifty: Precautions

Chicago Med

Will had started his shift in good form but that quickly disappeared upon learning from Maggie of his siblings' latest injury.  Striding away from the Drunk Driver in the cubicle he had just exited he saw Conor at the Nurses' Station so made a bee line for him.

"Did you know?"
"Know what?" the black haired Surgeon turned to the redhead quizzically.
"Jay was here earlier."
"I'm only just on duty.  I'm sure if he needed to talk to you he'd try again."
"He wasn't here to see me!  He needed stitches for a head wound  ....,"
"Ah," Conor understood the frustration emanating from his friend even if he didn't condone it, "well he can't be that bad if he wasn't kept in overnight."
"Hah!  You see him staying if he didn't want to?"
"Well .... no."
"I'm going to kill him!" Will declared heading towards the Break Room which held their lockers.
"Whoa!" Conor jogged to catch up with the other man as he entered  the multi purpose  area then cautioned evenly, "you going nuclear won't change anything.  Let me make a call and find out what the situation is okay?"
"But ...,"
"Until we know exactly what's going on you can't do something in case it makes matters worse for Jay."
"How could it make things worse?"
"I don't know," Conor struggled to refrain from rolling his eyes in exasperation, "but you can't take a chance."
"Okay ... do it but I want to know everything."
"Give me five," the Surgeon instructed as he retrieved his cell and dialled a familiar number to be greeted with a gruff acknowledgement.

21st Precinct

When Voight returned he was relieved to see his office door shut and the blinds still closed.  Deciding not to disturb his reluctant Guest he leant on the edge of Als' desk and folded his arms.

"How is he?"
"Took some meds. Checked on him a few minutes ago. He's out for the count."
"Good," the Sergeant looked at the other men who were clearly waiting for an update so he decided to put them out of their misery, "Forensics did a rush job.  Marcus Bell was  Cookie. Beard was John Jeffers and Timothy Giovanni was Tattoo ....,"
"Now I have something to go on," Mouse muttered eagerly as he began running searches, his fingers performing their familiar dance over the multiple keyboards that resided on his temporary desk.
"What about Gambini?" Antonio asked hopefully.
"We're allowed go after him ....,"
"Crowley looking for a high profile win?" Al wondered sardonically.
"She's not like that," Voight shook his head, surprised by the comment.
"Just curious why she gave a green light," the moustached man shrugged, he liked Crowley well enough but ultimately she had people to answer to higher up the chain and as a consequence her decisions would always be weighted by that.
"Whatever her reasons I'll take her go ahead," Voight admitted ruefully.
"Are we anywhere on figuring out Gambinis' business with Fitness By Design?" the Sergeant checked.
"So far Sarge there's nothing.  My CIs haven't heard of any drugs or arms being run through it," Antonio replied around a sigh.
"Mine either," Kevin added, this was the hard part of police work  ... trying to catch a break.
"There could be other operations Gambini is involved in," a new voice entered the conversation and everyone looked at Jay standing in the office doorway.
"Hell Jay give a guy some warning!" Kevin ordered a hand over his heart in mock fright, they hadn't even heard the door opening!
"That would kinda defeat the purpose of being a Sniper," Al teased throwing a pencil at the Detective.
"So you look a bit better," Adam as ever ignored the room earning several unhappy looks.
"What do you mean Halstead?" Voight asked getting back to business and giving their youngest Detective a reprieve from his well meaning friend.
"Drugs and guns aren't the only lucrative sidelines Gambini could be into," Jay pointed out as he headed over to his desk and sat down gratefully, how could he still be so tired?
"What are you thinking?" Al arched an eyebrow.
"Maybe he's trafficking people."
"He was never involved in that previously," Voight noted doubtfully.
"His tie to the gym was only found because Mouse is so good.  There's  a reason it was so well hidden."
"True," the gruff man acknowledged as he contemplated the possibility,
"Could be Willians saw something at the gym ...,"
"We considered that," Adam shook his head negatively, "we couldn't find anything."
"What are you thinking?" Al asked the green eyed man insightfully, "you have an idea."
"We might have been looking at things the wrong way," Jay tentatively rubbed his still aching forehead mindful of the bruising that had developed.
"Explain," Voight instructed gently, he knew the young man wasn't being deliberately vague, his weariness was clearly having an impact.
"We've been concentrating on the business of Fitness By Design when we should have been focusing on the building it's located in."
"Because if Willians saw something he shouldn't have it must have been there," Al added taking up the explanation in concurrence, it made sense.
"Mouse can you get the Building Plans and those of the adjacent properties," Jay asked, "check if there are basement facilities and so on?"
"On it."
"Also check the ownership of the properties nearby," Jay suggested, if he was right there was a major operation running and that necessitated vast space and resources.
"This pans out we might be able to nail Gambini finally," Kevin stated.
"I hope it doesn't," Jay would genuinely be quite happy to be wrong, it would mean people would not be suffering while the Mob Boss sacrificed their lives and bodies to make money.