forevermore , antonio dawson

nineteen.

"I'm getting married." It took a moment for the words to settle in Ariella's head, but when they did, Ariella simply nodded.

"I'll let her know you stopped by, let her know you're getting married, and tell her to give you a call. Now, if that's all, I really have to get back to work." Ariella gave her a smile, and ran out the door, and down towards the car.

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Ariella and Antonio walked into the hospital where the suspect got treated for the bullet wounds, "Where are you going, Donald?" Antonio asked as Donald began walking in the other direction trying to get away.

"Do I know you?" Donald asked. The security guard began escorting people out of the waiting room, just in case things got violent.

"What did you get treated for?" Ariella asked.

"Hey, look, I just..." He began, but Ariella grabbed his shoulder, ripping off his jacket, and tossing it at Antonio, "Ah! I accidentally thumbed the trigger. Pow." Ariella held up two fingers as she looked at his back.

"Twice, in the back?" Antonio asked, throwing him his jacket.

"Antonio, If I were a betting woman, I'd bet you a week's salary that the bullets they ripped out of his shoulder are gonna match the bullets in Detective Lindsay's gun." Ariella sneered, not looking away from Donald.

"And if I were a betting man, I'd agree with you." He agreed.

"You tell us what happened before we get the slugs from the nurse, you're officially co-operative. You wait until after, and you just bought yourself another ten years." Ariella told him.

"I just drove." He finally admitted, "I swear to God, I just drove. And I sure as hell didn't know a cop was the target."

"Who was the shooter?" Ariella asked, but he didn't answer, "Nurse!" She hollered.

"He's my friend, man." He told them.

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"Doubling up on squad cars in front of all the homes of the people involved in the Bembenek trial. There's judges, lawyers, clerks." Kevin explained.

"Bembenek anticipated that. That's why he's going after their family members." Al added

"Two taps to the head without an eye witness. That was a professional hit." Antonio said.

"And we have no idea how many people are on this list?" Erin asked.

"No." Voight shook his head.

"Hey, will you call Chicago Med and check on Maddie from the bar?" Jay asked Nadia.

"Yeah, of course." Nadia nodded.

"Hey, everyone, this is, uh, Sheriff Charlene Radigan. She helped me secure phone recordings Bembenek made on a cook county landline." Adam walked up the stairs with a woman in a uniform.

"Most of the calls are in Polish. Inmates switch to their native tongues all the time when they try to cover up what they're talking about." She explained.

"So we're going to need a translator. Forsman kid flipped, right? You think he'd... you think he'd do it?" Adam asked.

Voight scoffed, "He'll paint my house if I want him to. It's in here." He led her towards the interrogation room.

"Remember, this Saturday, F.O.P. picnic. Corn dogs." She beamed at Adam.

"Corn dogs." He nodded, not as enthused. Ariella chuckled at his reaction.