Tolerance Book I (Chicago PD/Med FF) by Frances51163

Chapter Forty-Eight: Attempted Hold Up

The following morning Jay found himself in a situation which seemed untenable.  Standing in the Seaway bank on East 87th Street as two Security Guards pointed their guns at him he wondered why his father had set him up.  This was not the way it was supposed to go.  He hadn't even reached the counter when he heard his name shouted.  Five minutes later with weapon drawn he watched as the shocked customers and employees were directed into an office by the younger Guard at Jays' instigation.   The pale man had realized what was behind his fathers' action. He was being given a choice.   Try to fight his way out and risk the lives of those in the bank or surrender and let the Samson brothers pay the ultimate price.  Maybe he would have foreseen this if his head would just stop aching he cursed to himself.   The larger of the Guards stepped closer.

"Detective Halstead please put down your weapon," fifty-five year old Larry Hinman spoke quietly but firmly, "we know you don't want to hurt any one."
"Your Unit is on the way," the second Guard, forty-two year old Rick Turner, offered as he walked away from the office to stand beside his colleague, "whatever this is it can be fixed."
"No it can't," Jay shook his head in despair and then heard sirens arriving, his friends no doubt, he took a step backwards, "I have to go but I'm not going to shoot.  You want to stop me you'll have to shoot me."
"No they won't," a gruff voice spoke from behind and Jay stumbled as he turned to find his boss and Adam looking at him.
"Hey Jay," Adam quickly caught his friend, "it's okay."
"No!" the ill man used all of his strength and managed to push himself away from the helping hands but found his wrist held in a strong grip as his gun was taken.
"Jay you need to stop fighting us," Hank directed with a gentleness he rarely showed, "it's too late."
"No.  I didn't kill anyone," Jay insisted as he saw the others entering then looked at the Guards, "tell them no one was hurt.  I've got to go."
"He's right," Turner supported as he reholstered his weapon, "everyone is fine."
"See I told you," the ill man looked at his superior.
"Jay," Hank placed a hand on the other mans' neck as he stepped up beside him, "he's already killed them."
"What?" the strangled word betrayed Jays' distress as he rubbed his forehead and backed away from his friends.
"We found the Samson brothers an hour ago," Antonio walked over and looked at his friend, "nothing you could do.  For now let's take you home okay Kid?"
"I .....," whatever Jay was about to say was lost as his eyes rolled back in his head.

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The next time Jay woke it was dark and he was lying down, his heart pounding.  Confused he tried to think of what had happened but his mind wasn't yielding up any answers only vague images of his old childhood confidante, the brown eyed mutt.  He went to sit up but found the task impossible as a hand reached out of the darkness and easily pushed him down.

"No! Stop!" Jay shouted at his father with what little strength he had.
"Jay!" Conor tried to get through to his patient but it was difficult due to the fever he had, "it's okay.  You're safe.  There's no one here who's going to hurt you," the Surgeon looked across at Adam sadly.
"Hey man you gotta stop fighting us okay?" Adam quickly rose from the chair on the other side of the bed.
"What?"
"You back with us?" Adam asked hopefully.
"Where am I?" Jay asked through a hoarse whisper as he forced his eyes to focus properly.
"Med," Conor grinned down at the younger man, "got yourself a fever but the antibiotics are finally working."
"Don't .... remember."
"What do you remember?"
"Not sure .... Max ......," Jay looked up at his friends, "no .... that can't be right.  I was .... in a ...... bank.  Right?"
"Yeah," Adam nodded dreading what was to come.
"Tell me," Jays' voice was stronger after accepting a sip of water through a straw from Conor.
"You did good. You didn't hurt anyone in the bank."
"Thank God!"
"How about you get some rest for now," Conor suggested.
"We can talk tomorrow ....," Adam explained.
"Nah ah," the pale man glared at his colleague, "talk now."
"Doc could you give us a minute?" Adam asked after a brief hesitation.
"Sure.  I'll ring Will and tell him you're awake."
"No! Just leave it for now okay?" Jay looked at the dark haired man, he knew whatever he was about to be told wasn't good and he just wanted some space to deal with it himself.
"He'll be back in a few of hours anyway," Adam reminded.
"Okay," Conor raised his hands in surrender as he headed for the door, "don't fight it when you need to sleep.  You need rest."
"Thanks Doc," Jay watched the door close and then turned to look at his friend, "talk."

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When Adam walked out into the corridor he found Voight and Antonio waiting with Conor.

"How did it go?" Antonio asked worriedly.
"Not good," Adam leant against the wall with a heavy sigh, "he figures his father killed them as soon as he left for the bank."
"Probably," Hank nodded in agreement, "what else did he say?"
"Just ......," Adam looked at the floor, "that he should have remembered his father liked to change 'tests'."
"What does that mean?" Conor frowned.
"When I asked he just said he was tired and wanted to be alone."
"Hell!" Antonio cursed in frustration.
"How soon can he be released Doc?"
"You're kidding right?"
"I need him out of here ASAP," Hank spoke adamantly, "this place is too big to cover."
"I know what you're saying and I don't want any patients' lives being put at risk either," Conor looked at the Sergeant, "but he's in need of proper care.  It's a miracle he hasn't developed pneumonia."
"We can thank the antibiotics we found in his stuff for that," Antonio observed for Jays' rucksack had been found with the twins, "but at the end of the day we can't protect him here.  This needs to be done sooner rather than later.  If you're willing to look after him that is of course."
"Of course I am," Conor gave in understanding the reasoning if not liking it, "he'll be finished with the drip in the morning.  Where are ye taking him?"
"Have another place lined up," Hank replied, "I'm thinking we need to do this while Jay is out of it."
"Shouldn't we tell him first?" Adam asked, as ever standing up for his friend.
"It has to be done anyway."
"This just gets better and better."

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Will had been called down to the 21st to talk with Al and Kevin while the rest attended at Med.  He was curious why Hank or the others hadn't asked to talk to him when he arrived at work as Conor had informed him they were there.  He had also informed him when he rang on the way that Jay had woken up and was finally responding to the antibiotics but was asleep now.  Will had received Als' call just as he pulled up at the hospital but had forced himself to turn back.  Once upstairs he didn't waste time on questions as he was anxious to get back to see his brother.

"Thanks for coming in," Al came around from behind his desk and headed into the kitchen, "you want a coffee?"
"No.  I'm good thanks."
"Doc we need to ask you a couple of things," Kevin was already at the counter stirring his drink, "take a seat."
"Sure," the redhead sat down at the round table as Al joined him.
"Will your brother mentioned to Adam that he 'should have remembered' your old man 'liked to change tests'.  Can you tell us anything about that?"
"Change tests," the Doctor repeated the words to himself, "tests.  Oh no!"
"What is it?" Kevin saw the stricken look.
"Jay mentioned something once ..... but I thought he was just messing."
"Tell us," Al instructed putting his mug down no longer interested in the warm concoction.

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