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She debates. And debates. And debates some more. The Pros, the cons. Her Uncle, with 22 years on the job,
had this advice: 'No agaras tu MIEL en la misma local en que te dan tu dinero '...And she's sure that it's good advice;
Tio "Junior" Rojas, her Father's Brother, would know: he has endless tales of both sexes ruining marriages, on the job partner-
ships, and CAREERS behind on the job HINEY, rather HONEY (H-O-N-E-Y); and Vanessa Rojas of the Chicago PD
Intelligence GETS IT...she really does...but this connection with fellow Detective Kevin Atwater...it's more than just a little spark:
She feels a flame kindling where the primal beast within her dwells. And it's growing, day by day.

And so she drives. To Atwater's apartment. She flashes her badge at an older woman departing the front door; the night desk
man knows her from previous visits and waves a greeting/go ahead. Apartment 1011. She rings the bell; Kevin Atwater, dark,
bearded, muscular in knee-length shorts and a tank top; so handsome...he's shocked, and stammers his question about how,
how and why she is here; she is quick to interject in that sexily accented voice of hers: "I'm tired of waiting, Kev. I'm here to claim
what's mine."

"O-kaayy..what's that exactly?" He has to clear his throat because his throat is dry. Like a DESERT.

"THIS." The gentle cupping of his crotch; the loving squeeze...and the knowing chuckle.

"I shouted at you today," she says softly, standing close - in his vestibule now. "You only wanted to protect me; you always only want
that."

"Never do it again."

"Okay, Sir."

"NUNCA JAMAS..DI "

'Nessa gladly repeats the phrase as instructed. Kev asks "Acostamos ?"

"A que vine ?"

Translations
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No agaras tu MIEL en la misma local en que te dan tu dinero: Don't get your HONEY the same place you get your MONEY

NUNCA JAMAS-" Never again: say it

Acostamos?-Should we lie down?

A que vine?-Why'd I come?

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Kim has had it: she doesn't say so, in so many words, but it's all over her face, in her body language. When Adam Ruzek calls her name,
she rounds on him.

"WHAT, Adam!! Do you want to apologize for trying to keep me in the rear with the gear? Atwater's doing that with Rojas, and now you with
me. I'm months away from giving birth, and I promise not to take any wild chances or extraordinary risks...but we have to be CAREFUL, Adam
Fucking VOIGHT has the eyes of a hawk, and era s of a bat - if we give the TINIEST clue, he'll bench me."

"It's gotta happen anyway, Kimmy...sooner or later..."

"I prefer that it be as much 'later' as possible; that way I have almost a year to get used to the idea of being out of the action...so much.
Do you see?"

"Yeah...I see. I'll do better, Kim...I will. But my instinct is always to protect you."

I know that. And I love you more for it."

Spying his best friend mounting the stairs to Intelligence, Adam called, "Yo, Kev; can you hold up a second?"

"Ruz...we should make it quick, though: if 'Nessa don't get her coffee soon, we BOTH might catch some 'hot ones'."

"Same with Kimmy," Adam grinned. "Check it: I'm gonna tell Voight about us."

"Hmm."

"What?"

Kevin glanced at him before replying. "He might already know; he questioned Rojas about me an' her a week or so ago. And
he frowned slightly.

"He pulled that 'relationships distract you from the job' bullshit?"

"Affirmative."

Ruz wanted to know, "So, do I do it or not?"

Booting up his workstation computer, Atwater says, "Dollars to your Aunt Sally's cherry he already knows."

"My...Aunt Sally's cherry ? Wait, wait, wait: I have six cousins, meaning it's impossible for Aunt Sally to even HAVE
a cherry!" Ruzek grinned.

Rolling his eyes, Kevin says, "He knows, brother - the same way he knew about Halstead and Lindsey, and Halstead and Upton...
except could be those were 'special cases'."

Adam scoffs: "RACE??!"

"All I know is that Voight never says 'boo' to Jay, despite his so-called 'rules'. NAW--I don't think the Boss is racist; I think he
has favorites ."

Ruzek barely had time to say "Truth" before Sgt. Hank Voight came stomping up the stairs. "There he is, Bro - you on."

ATWATER and RUZEK: "Sarge."

Voight nods at each in turn. "Detectives."

Once he's nearly inside his office Ruz calls out "Hey, Boss - a word?"

continue?

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Kel Babatunde has athletic scholarship offers to Penn State, U. Of Michigan, Boston U, U. of Kentucky, UCLA, and Maryland University;
Kurt Warner, stepfather to Avery Drabkin has questions. The previous evening, during dinner, Avery had been very clear about her
intention to follow her high school sweetheart to wherever he might decide to pursue his education. A second dinner is planned
so that the two "love birds", the Wellers, and the Babatunde's can meet and discuss the pros and cons of what the two youngsters
have planned.

"I'd follow you anywhere, Avery had said to Kel," during a date the week before. When her boyfriend shared his good
news about the scholarship offers with her, she hadn't hesitated for even a second. "I mean...if you want me to".

"I want nothing more," he'd assured her.

Kurt is very direct with the young man. "Her Mother and I have one primary condition: that Avery be protected, at all costs."

"Were there any doubts that I could keep her safe, in both mind and body, I'd leave her with you, Sir. We're young, but we're committed."

"Good enough...okay...that's Jane texting now...they want help with bringing in the groceries."

If I could, then I would, I'll go wherever you will go
Way up high or down low, I'll go wherever you will go

I know now, just quite how, My life and love might still go on
In your heart, in your mind, I'll stay with you for all of time
Whereever You Will Go/The Calling@

"I need you to be sure about this, Avery...because I'M NOT," Jane says to her daughter.

"I'm as positive as I've ever been about ANYTHING, EVER," Avery replies. "Kel has a contract with FC Bayern München that pays even
he's injured during school or after with FC BM. Kel can take care of me, Mom. He loves me, I know that. I'm going with Kel - where he
goes."

"I want to speak with him first," Jane says.

"That's fine. I'm still going with him."

CONTINUED (?)

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Battalion Chief Robert Sullivan fumes, so much that he paces for a while, from one side of his office to the other
before he addresses Maya Bishop.

“I don’t know if I can protect you, Bishop,” he says. “Vasquez is in Intensive Care, and they expect him to make a full recovery.
His wife has stopped shouting about any lawsuit - some tabloid got a hold of her ‘exploits’ while her husband was fighting for
his life. That aside, your decision-making in putting them together on a call is under scrutiny. Vasquez popping Gibson in the eye,
not long before the call, there is a clear indication of animosity between them. They were seen shouting at one another before the
explosion, Hughes Ripley and Montgomery witnessed the punching incident…your team is in turmoil, even without the Vasquez
shit storm, and on the verge of mutiny. If you’re going to turn it around, NOW is the time. You have tried to do this on your own,
and we see the result. Reach out to those who’ve been there…you’ll find your struggle easier. I guarantee.”

“Are you ordering me to do that, Sir?”

“Negative. I’m offering guidance, so that your career doesn’t flame out, here and now.”

“Chief…will you help me, please?”

“I will help you. Step one: Your team isn’t training for the Olympics. They live and die as a unit. You are excellent in the field; your treat-
ment of them here in the house is why you are flailing somewhat. After a several-hour-long call, forcing them to 'drill' after recovering
transport and equipment - NO ONE likes that, and more importantly, they WILL RESENT YOU for it. Rather than bark orders at them perhaps
phrase your instructions like so: ‘Gibson, do you mind verifying the rigs?’ ‘New Guy, help me out by cleaning up the inside of the engine?’
They understand that it’s an order; they’ll respond as they did for me. It’s all in the phrasing.”

“I understand what you’re saying, Sir…it’s years of being drilled into my head, from early childhood, that I alone can ensure my success.
I've been told, ‘Don’t depend on anyone else: no one else can run that race,’ or 'There are no friends on the track, Maya'... I…don't know
what to do, Sir…what do I do?”

“I have a friend who may be able to help you. She’s a counselor, and he has a high success rate de-programming people like yourself. Her
name's Kat Graham. I’ll call her, give her a heads up.”

“Thank you, Sir. Do you really believe that I can turn things around with the team?”

“I do. Listen to Kat, follow the program to the letter. Lean on ME. The jump from LT to Captain is STEEP. Think of it as jumping to the USA Track
and Field Indoors straight from high school. I’m here as a resource”.

“Yes, Sir. I will do that. THANK YOU…sincerely.”

++++++++++++++++++++++

"Maya Bishop is FUCKED UP!", Vic shouts upon entering the home she shares with Lucas Ripley. "The only thing that went well today is
that I shared with Miller our plan for me to 'watch' Pru and Andy2 while he has a shift. Well, Andy1 and I will watch her. Beer me."

"No beer for you-you're still nursing."

"Rats!" Vic snaps her fingers in 'made-up' disappointment.

Lucas, amused, says "RATS ?

"Charlie Brown..Peanuts," Vic clarifies, helping herself to a Swedish Meatball, left over from their dinner. She then visits her baby boy, Andy,
in his nursery. "I see you! I see you, my sweet, beautiful baby boy!"

The excited Little Fellow pulls on the bars of his crib, crying "Hoos!"

She brings him into the living room, places him in his playpen. She and Lucas cuddle on the sofa, watching a top-rated courtroom drama
procedural. Nonchalantly, Lucas remarks, "Sully really hit the mark with Bishop today. I think that the rest of the team, and YOU, when
you return, will find a kinder, gentler Captain Hughes. Sully is confident that she'll listen to his advice and implement the changes that
he suggested. She'd better, because the alternative..."

"I could speak with her; suss out where her head is."

NOTES
Andy1-Andy Herrera

Andy2-Andre Victor Ripley

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Kelly just can't snap out of it. In less than two months his good friend is moving to Seattle for a bump in rank (Battalion Chief).
This means that Kelly himself should (by all rights) move up to Captain of Station 51...shouldn't he be happier? Or at least less sad?

Stella Kidd tries to shake him out of his doldrums: "You're dragging LT-I'm prescribing you a B-12 shot-to be administered
immediately."

Finally, a SMILE. "B-12, eh? I happen to be well-acquainted with the owners of this place; if I ask to use their back office for an hour or so,
I can predict the answer."

"Impress me then, Loo-tenant."

Severide calls Chris Herman over and they speak in low tones for about a minute until Herman takes a key from the cash register and hands
it to his Boss. He winks at Kidd before stepping down to the refill a couple of pitchers of beer.

Back in the office, Stella reveals that she's menstruating, but is happy to service Kelly orally. With the deadbolt engaged, Severide feels
comfortable enough to remove his boots, socks, jeans, and boxer briefs; sprawling on the leather couch (over which Stella has spread a towel
borrowed from the office's bathroom, Severide is already fairly hard when Stella kneels down coats the tip of his dick with with warm saliva. The
taut skin shone wetly, his cock quivering from the contact, and Kelly hissed and grunted when her lips closed around the head. She eddied her
tongue about it, the heat from his cock causing her to moan aloud. He always tasted so good! She licked in long sweeps up and down his length
before taking him in completely. Now Sexy Stella rippled her tongue on the underside, and sucked him hard. Severide cried out and tangled his
fingers into her long hair. His strangled cry as he cums in her mouth, thick and copiously is what caramel-skinned beauty lives for.

"Feel better, Baby?", Stella asks, wiping her mouth.

Severide answered immediately and unequivocally: "Fuck yeah!"

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Kevin knows that he's in a bit of trouble; Vanessa's expression says it all. Once she discovered that he grabbed backup from
OrgCrime instead of waiting for her, her emotions have cycled from *hurt* to *confused* to *angry* to *FURIOUS*...her first
first words to him when he walked into the unit were 'So now you trust a crew from OC whom you've NEVER MET more than me?!
I have ALWAYS PROTECTED YOU, Kevin: I don't have to tell you that! And then you-"

Voight comes to the door to see what the commotion is all about; Kevin moves quickly to shut his girlfriend down: "Vanessa! C'mon,
calm down let's talk over here." She grudgingly allows herself to be led away to the men's room.

"¿¡ Qué carajo crees que estás haciendo ! " she yells. " Hmmm!? ¿¡ Cuando me dejaste atras-fue a propósito ?!"

"¡ Te dije queue NO! No habia tiempo a esperarte !" he counters.

"¡Mamadas!" she screams.

"Listen to me." His deep voice, with extra 'bass' added, gets her immediate attention. "There wasn't time to wait-we had to move when
we did. Now calm yourself down and stop causing un desmadre ! Do you hear?"

She takes a deep breath and says, 'Yes, Kevin."

"Good. I'll see you at home."

........protección........

"Atwater."

"Yeah, Sarge."

"We TALKED about this... It's why I don't want members of this unit getting involved..."

"It's not a problem, Boss; it's handled. And I'm not breaking up with her or leaving Intelligence."

In his growly, gravelly voice Voight states "You'll want to adjust your tone, Detective." His blue eyes have hardened and he has gotten
close enough to his detective to invade his personal space.

"Back off me, Sarge." HIS eyes are equally steely and his voice just as firm. "I'll talk to 'Nessa about maybe moving to
Warrants. She mentioned the 'jump out squad' when you approached her before, which now that I think about it...that can't happen again."

"Handle it then," Voight snapped, backing down.

........protección........

She gets home before he does and prepares a nice dinner (including prime rib). When he arrives runs to him, wrapping her arms around
him, her face in his chest. "I'm sorry. I got scared; I...FREAKED. I know that I'm not the only one who can protect you-I know that...but...
I AM the only one."

He laughs. "Copy that. That smells GREAT and I'm starving."

........protección........

Qué carajo crees que estás haciendo-what the fuck do you think you're doing

Te dije queue NO! No habia tiempo a esperate-I told you NO! There wasn't time to wait for you

Mamadas-bullshit

Cuando me dejaste atras-fue a propósito?-When you left me behind was it on purpose?

desmadre-cluster fuck-disorder/chaos

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Elena set aside the sketch of her lifemate - the one she finally got around to completing two years after she began it. She's
ninety-five percent satisfied with it. His handsome face has a worry line or two more than when they first met...before he was
named Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. By the clock, Mack is arriving soon and the big man likely will be famished; on the way to the
kitchen, she stops to peek into their baby's bassinet. Alonzo Felipe Mackenzie Rodriguez-FLINT-giggles to himself, 'gumming'
the toes of his left foot. He's a long baby, like his father, with the same thick eyebrows and angular features. He 'favours' HER
more facially, though in colouring and hair texture. His brief, light snore tickles her endlessly, and she LOVES to watch him
sleeping: he's SO BEAUTIFUL!!

You gave my life many a colour - my life without you was so much smaller.
You are a flower growing in my heart - the flower of love that bloomed right from the start.
This feeling of endless bliss I never want to fall apart.

You coloured my life with beautiful shades and hues - taking away all my previous aches and blues.
You colored my life with caring and love - and my heart is yours now, my precious dove.
You colored my life - my dear beautiful man - I love you!

In the kitchen she prepares bandeja paisa: Colombian style beans, white rice, chicharrón, carne en polvo (meat powder), chorizo
(sausage), fried egg, ripe plantain, avocado, and arepa (corn bread). Once the food is placed in the oven to keep warm, Elena
goes back down the hall to check on Flint - she goes over to kneel by the side of his bassinet. She watches him sleep for long
moments, loving the way his little lips push in, then out, letting out a light snore every so often, and YoYo marvels at how much
he resembles Mack. His little eyelids flutter, and when he whimpers a bit, his mother locates and slips his pacifier back into his
mouth, immediately stopping the complaint.

"Tu Papa hace que mi alma se queme, con cada palabra, cada toque, cada beso...es todo lo queue anhelo " she murmers
to him, lightly stroking his longish curls. "I adore you so much, little one," she whispers, adding a loving peck to his forehead.

"Y Yo anhelo por ti " Mack said from behind her. The infant's eyes pop open at the sound of his father's voice and soon
he's grizzling to be let out of the cradle. Grinning, Elena lifts him out and before passing him to Mack, takes a cursory sniff of his>br />
bottom. Detecting a slight smell of urine, she places him on the bed between them. "You're hungry, Mi Vida?" Flint squirms onto
climbs onto his father's lap.

"¿Comemos ?" he coos to his son, who grabs at his beard and answers "Ge-hujjgsad!"

"O-KAY!" chortles YoYo. "That means 'YES'!"

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TRANSLATIONS

Tu Papa hace que mi alma se queme, con cada palabra, cada toque, cada beso...es todo lo que anhelo--Your Daddy makes my soul
burn; with each word, each touch, each kiss... and it is all that I yearn

Y Yo anhelo por ti--And I yearn for you

¿Comemos? Shall we eat?

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TRICKIER (Micki Ramirez, Trey Barnett, and Cordell Walker drive into a hurricane searching for pedestrians or motorists that
may have been injured. At the first accident scene, a downed power line causes Micki to flashback to the auto collision that killed
her parents; she froze, requiring Walker to take action to pull her away from the spitting electrical cables (during her 'freak-out'
she drops a magnet needed by Trey to resuscitate heart patients, and when Cordell retrieves it, he's injured). In route the second
scene Micki apologized to Walker for freezing and blames herself for his injury; HE mentions that she isn't giving 'you know what'
sufficient credence, which is probably why she lost it.

Trey, in the back seat, asks, "What 'you know what'?'

"Um..." Micki glances uneasily in the rearview mirror, and Walker replies, "The 'Adriana arrest'."

"That was pretty intense back there...is there more...there has to be."

"Well...Adriana isn't my Mother: she's my Aunt. I found out last week."

"Sooo...TO REVIEW-You found this out last week, Walker already knows, and the only reason I'M 'looped in' is because THE
GREAT and WONDERFUL WALKER fucked up and spilled the tea...I'm starting to see; OK..."

"No No NO! TREY: there's nothing to 'SEE', Baby!-"

Against his better judgment, Walker says, "There ISN'T Man..."

"DON'T REALLY WANT TO HEAR FROM YOU, WALKER!" Trey barks. "Although I may have to change that since you seem to know all there
is to know about Ranger Ramirez...more than ME, at least!"

"You're not being fair," Micki whispers under her breath.

“Sorry...WHAT!?" asks Trey.

"Nothing."

At the second scene, they locate two injured people (one is in a car that evidently went airborne), and while Walker tends to the man
on the ground, Trey climbs the rubble to extract a woman moaning in pain from the airborne convertible. He ignores Micki's
entreaties to 'PLEASE be CAREFUL, Trey!'; he successfully extracts the woman, but before he can get to safety, the rubble collapses and
he crashes to the ground. (FLASHFORWARD TO MEDICAL AID STATION WHERE THE INJURED WERE SUCCESSFULLY EVACUATED TO...

The moment that they are alone, Trey says, "You know that I love you with ALL OF ME, Mick...you know that. You keep calling me 'your
person', but if Walker is that guy now, it's cool...I want you to be happy. That's all that matters."

"You are SO WRONG, Baby. You are and have always been my best friend, my lover, my confidante...the man I want to spend the rest
of my life with." Micki says, firmly and with conviction.

“Then don't hide things from me-ANYTHING, no matter how messy or fucked-up. I KNOW FIRST-NOT WALKER . Can
you do that?"

"Absolutely! You are the biggest part of my story, and I think that I didn't tell you because I didn't want THAT-the 'who's my mother'
issue-to be part of that story. YOU ARE THE BIGGEST PART OF WHO AND WHAT I AM," she repeats. "I promise to never keep secrets
from you ever again."

Smiling and wincing at the same time, Trey cracks "Ever ever...ever ever EVER?" parroting the line from the movie Friday .

"EVER EVER; EVER EVER EVER...EVER EVER!" Micki grins, leaning in to kiss him.