Let Them Burn

// DISCLAIMER: This story is written more in the style of a screenplay and is purposely not up to my usual writing standards. // Another harsh Winter dawns upon Firehouse 51 and the Intelligence Unit at Chicago P.D. They must fight against the roaring flames to save countless lives, they must regrettably sacrifice their own and continue to protect Chicago from drug gangs and serial killers that threaten their people. Between wrestling with their careers and personal lives, two new Candidates arrive at the Firehouse, one of which is the daughter of Antonio Dawson, the skilled Detective in CPD's Intelligence. Sergeant Voight and his Intelligence team is headed for corruption, meanwhile the love is in the air back at Firehouse 51. // Amazing cover by @Bia


4. Four





The door into Chief Boden's office swung open and Kelly Severide poked his head in.

"Chief! Hey. Uh, CPD need me for their investigation into the Maple Street fire, is-"

"Is it alright if you take the rest of shift off? Yes."

Kelly slipped into the room and closed the door behind him. "Chris-" He paused, "Our Truck Candidate wishes to come with me, get a feel for this part of the job, learn something new."

"As long as she's back before we start the afternoon drills, yes." Chief said, not looking up from his paper work.

"Copy that Chief." Kelly headed for the main door out of the firehouse and called to Chrisie as he passed the common room. "C'mon Candidate, we got this."


Chrisie couldn't see a single thing.

"Woah this place was seriously torched." She said as she grabbed a flashlight from her pocket. It illuminated the entire basement, though her vision was still obscured by the remaining ash and the dirty air.

"Yeah, ya don't say." Kelly said, looking over at Sergeant Voight and Detective Lindsay. He remembered his 'fling' with Erin, seemed like yesterday to him. Then again, he remembered the death of his best friend Shay like it was a mere second ago. Life was just unfair, and he knew it. She was killed in another arson fire. The arsonist was Adrian Gish. That asshole, now dead, killed his best friend and didn't have a care in the world. He deserved more torture than just a bullet in the back of the head.

Trying to forget that, Kelly checked the walls and floor of the basement, checking for clues. He knew what to look for, he'd done this thousands of times before.

"Hey, check it out," Kelly pointed over to the hole in the wall, "Kick hole. Must be where the arsonist planted the kerosene. There's another in the far left corner. Proof that the fire was started in two places, to make sure the place burned."

"Thought arson was impossible to prove." Chrisie pointed out.

"Not impossible." Lindsay replied.

"Identifying arson is the easy part," said Voight, kicking aside some ash, "the hard part come when trying to prove the arsonist."

A flash of dark red caught Chrisie's eye for a split second. Kneeling down, she took out the pliers from her pocket at poked around in the ashes. "Hey guys, I think I got something." She pulled out a small match and gripped it with the pliers so that she didn't contaminate the evidence. Broken at the handle but not burned. And another, which was black and most definitely burned.

"And look," Lindsay continued, "burn patterns in the walls, close to the kick holes. We definitely got an arson."

Voight had that same look in his eyes as the last time they had an arson investigation on his hands. That was never good. "Right, take all the evidence back to the District. We'll get it checked for DNA and hopefully get some suspects. Lindsay, I want you and Halstead to take a ride around the neighborhood, see if anyone saw anything suspicious. Thanks Chrisie, Severide." Voight nodded in appreciation.

"Five DOA's..." Chrisie said, "CPD had better get this asshole locked up."


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