Hindsight

Egregious

Red and blue flashing lights beamed against the dark evening sky. The usual team of crime scene investigators and investigative personnel swarmed the block as Voight and Dawson ran up to 59th street where they were called out to about fifteen minutes ago.

They weren't told much by Platt. Just that they had to get to the scene as soon as possible as it was concerning two of their detectives.

A blanket of thick dark liquid covered the side of the road where a body had once laid. A body Voight prayed wasn't one of his two missing detectives. He heard Dawson curse something in Spanish, snapping him from his panic and began searching for the detective-in-charge, wanting nothing more than to be told where the hell were his two men.

But it was as he looked to his left that he breathed out a huge sigh of relief. It was Adam Ruzek that he saw at the back of the ambulance. His shoulders were slumped as Sylvie Brett tended to his wounds. From where he stood, it was still luculent that he had gotten himself involved in one hell of a fight.

But where was Lansing?

"Gabby's over there. I'll go see if she knows anything." Antonio said as he headed over to his sister, who was one of the responding EMTs.

As he started edging closer to the bloody mess, he stopped one of the patrol officers, "Who's in charge?" he asked.

"Detective Marshall from IA." the young officer said as he pointed out to the detective in a clad suit behind him.

Detective Robert Marshall

Of course IAB would put a detective, who've had it out for him since day one, on a case that involved his people.

"Lansing!" he shouted the second he saw her.

There stood right in front of Marshall was his newest detective whom as a result of her status didn't know any better than to be talking to vultures like him.

She was clutching her right arm and was clearly in pain. Unlike Adam, she hadn't had her injuries tended to.

Lansing swallowed hard, trying to look as clam and collected as can be when she heard the gravelly voice of her Sergeant call out to her. She cannot have her cover blown, not when she's almost done with being questioned.

Voight marched towards her, she gave him a nod while a stern professional ensemble masked the turmoil he certainly felt inside.

"You." he pointed roughly at her, "Not a word."

She was about to say that she, herself, decided to speak to IA first before getting any medical attention but somehow the words couldn't find it's way out of her throat. She's much more terrified of Voight than Internal Affairs.

"Good evening to you too, Voight."

"What do you think you're doing talking to my detective without a union rep present?"

"Well, I have advised Detective Lansing of her rights. It's not my fault she chooses to speak to me without one."

Talking to the detective seemed to be the wrong move in her part, Voight doesn't seem too pleased.

She hesitated looking back and forth as the two men continued to bicker. The tension and the taunt was rising steadfastly. There must be a long history between these two.

"...You have a problem with me, you take it out on me. Not my detectives!" Voight seethed.

With her cradling her right arm and standing awkwardly beside him, he can now clearly see the bruises forming across her face and a split lip that told him that she needed to be checked out. "She's gonna have the paramedics take a look at that shoulder." he eyed her intently and she nodded, she can't argue with him on that, she's in definite pain. So she slowly but surely started heading for the first ambulance in sight.