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Mouch has been wearing a cape
ever since he came back

from injured reserve.

I'm in the best shape
of my life.

I want my last year or two
with the CFD to be my best.

It's not too late to retire
with some brass on your collar.

Your official promotion
has come through.

You'll be paramedic-in-charge.

Chief Boden has always
been partial to 51,

but that's not how I operate.

I'll be picking
your new partner.

Your first shift as PIC.
Feeling like a boss?

I wish.

The real boss
is Chief Robinson,

who has given me zero input
in my new partner.

But did you get any heads-up
on who it might be?

No. But I did have the
weirdest dream that it was me.

[notification chimes]
- You?

Yeah, I dreamt
I got on the ambo

and there I was,
sitting across from me.

I was like, "Oh, no. Not her."

Who's texting you
at this ungodly hour?

Oh, it's nobody.

Darren Ritter,
you met someone.

Why didn't you tell me?

I need name, age,
and occupation.

Go.
- He's just a friend.

Okay.
You're such a bad liar.

And after I told you
about me and Carver?

Oh, that's still going on?

Don't change the subject. Spill.

[soft upbeat music]

- Okay, fine.
- I knew it.

I just didn't wanna jinx it

because we've only gone out
a few times and...

Mm-hmm.

Well, last night,
things progressed.

I stayed over.
- Nice.

Yeah, we woke up late
and I had to race out.

And I guess I left my wallet.

Oh, classic leave-behind.
Go on.

Now he's insisting on
bringing it by the firehouse.

Aww.
I wanna meet him.

Well, no.

Way too soon.
- No, it's not.

Hey, Vi,
Boden's asking for you.

- Okay.
- What'd you do now?

Oh, you mean
besides get promoted?

So Chief Robinson hasn't
reached out to you, either?

No, which is a first when
you're getting a new medic.

You usually get a name,
some information.

But this time, no, nothing.

[sighs]
This, uh, may sound paranoid,

but I have this feeling
that she has it out for me.

I don't know why.

I find that hard to believe.

I say we welcome
the new medic in,

try not to hold this
against them.

But whoever they are,

you are the PIC.

You call the shots in 61.

[soft dramatic music]

♪

Hey, Chippy.

Got you on 81 while
Gibson's out sick, huh?

Yeah.
I hope it's nothing serious.

But always happy
to pick up a shift here at 51.

Glad to have you back.

Question for you, Lieutenant.

Oh, I already heard about
the Tex-Mex lunch plan.

So if this is about
doing a grocery run,

answer's hell yes.

Oh, great.
But, uh, no, actually.

I wanted to pick your brain
about this.

I was just reading about

this technical rescue
operations course.

You heard of it?
- Sure.

Kelly's done a bunch
of these workshops.

They're great.

So you think
it might help me level up?

Psh. Can't hurt.

Unless it's on shift.

Finding another floater
on Truck

gives me heartburn
just thinking about it.

Eh, we can always
just borrow Ritter again.

[fridge door slams]
- Over my cold, dead body.

- Oh.
- Don't worry.

It's all off shift.

Great.
[door opens]

Oh.
Hey, are you the new paramedic?

- That's me.
- Hey.

- Jared Lennox.
- Lieutenant Kidd.

Good to meet you.
- Welcome.

Hey, you got some mighty big
shoes to fill, you know that?

Oh, I've heard
all about Sylvie Brett.

Would never even try.
- Mm.

So what firehouse
you coming from, Lennox?

Actually, I'm out
of the suburbs, Glenview.

Great firehouse, but not
exactly run-and-gun, you know?

Oh, well, you will see
a ton of action here.

Yeah.

Vi.

Your new partner's arrived.

Looking forward
to working with you, Mikami.

Same here.

[alarm blares]

Squad 3, Truck 81,
Engine 51.

You weren't kidding.

I haven't even gotten
the firehouse tour yet.

Structure fire,
683 South Wolcott.

[sirens wailing]

[suspenseful music]

♪

Squad, Truck,
search and rescue.

Engine, get a line in there.

- Copy that.
- Everybody mask up. Let's go!

51! Let's keep it moving!

Primary search and overhaul.

Squad will go front to back.
- Copy.

Hey, hey!

Carver, Mouch,
you take the rear!

Chippy, you're with me!

- Copy.
- Fire department, call out!

♪

All right, let's open
the ceiling and sidewalls.

Copy that!

Fire department!
Call out!

Oh! Jackpot.

♪

[tense music]

There's more up here.
Heads up.

♪

Wonder how much more
is up there.

Coming through!

We'll get you out of here
and get you taken care of.

Okay, all clear.

Whoa. What did we miss?

Okay, gotcha.

[coughing]

♪

Get two IVs
and prep the Cyanokit.

Or we could just
do one IV and fluids

and see how she reacts.

No, two IVs and the Cyanokit,
like I said.

Are you sure?
Because I really think

the one IV--
- Yes, I'm sure.

She's got signs
of both carbon monoxide

and cyanide exposure and
we need to knock it out fast.

Do it now.

Copy that.

Fire's out.
We're washing it down now.

Guys, stick to the bills,
whatever you can salvage.

You got it.

Wow, all that
was in the ceiling?

She must really
not trust banks.

How much you think
is in these?

Enough to call Boden
and get PD down here.

And we can stick around and
help Engine with the overhaul.

Great. Yeah.

We are planning
on doing a grocery run,

so we'll hit it
on the way back.

♪

Hey, hey, wait. Hey.

Hey! You can't go in there!
- Abuela!

Abuela! Abuela!
- You can't go in there.

Your grandma? We got her.

Where is she? Is he okay?

Our medics took her
to Chicago Med.

Do you have a way to get there?

Yeah. Thanks.

Lennox,
you know I'm the PIC, right?

Of course.

Because you seemed confused
about it on the scene.

I wasn't confused.

I was just trying to help out
with what was going on.

There's no time
to debate treatment options

when lives are on the line.

I give an order and you do it.

I didn't mean offense.

My old firehouse, the PIC and I
worked differently.

Danny was cool with input.

[sighs]

I'm sorry the bells went off

before we had a chance
to talk procedure,

but this is how it works here.

Copy that.

I'm just saying I'm sure
flank steak would do just fine.

Flank steak?

What self-respecting
firehouse culinary

uses flank steak when the
recipe calls for skirt steak?

The kind who doesn't want

to blow our whole food budget
on one lunch.

I'm not taking the blame
for stubbornly high inflation.

What the hell is this?

[soft dramatic music]

Some kind of
sick practical joke?

For parking in a fire lane?

Next to a fire hydrant.

The fire lane is
literally reserved for us.

Wow, damn. 100 bucks?

Should have got
the flank steak.

♪

That's all of it?

That's all we could recover.
Took you guys a while.

We've been sitting here
on a load of cash.

Believe it or,
not we don't work for you.

That's mostly just ashes.

So you're saying some burnt?

That could happen in a fire.

That's not the only way
money goes missing.

What exactly are
you insinuating?

We're not gonna find any more
of those bags in your rig?

That's all of it.

You know,

if you don't believe us,
feel free to check it.

Go ahead, embarrass yourself
and your whole department

when you come up empty-handed.

We have nothing to hide.

[soft tense music]

♪

From what I could tell,

the fire was accidental,
faulty electrical.

You've let OFI know?

Yeah, I texted Van Meter,
sent him a few pics.

Keep him from coming down here
for no reason.

What do you think, Chief?
What are the chances

of all that cash
makes it back to the station?

All we can do is keep
our side of the street clean,

hope they do the same.

You know what this is about,
don't you?

The city got bamboozled

into privatizing
all the parking meters

a few years back.

Sold off
the whole parking meter racket

to a bunch
of Wall Street fat cats.

Now the city's gotta make up
for all that lost revenue

by cracking down on the parking
they still control.

Yellow zones, street cleaning.

Putting the squeeze
on the little guy.

Imagine that.
- So what's next?

Red light camera tickets?
Speeding violations?

You know what?
Just tear it up.

Forget about it.

What are they gonna do,
put a boot on a fire truck?

Let them try it.
- Forget it?

- Mm-hmm.
- Not a chance.

This injustice will not stand.

Wait, so the money wasn't
in the ceiling?

No, it was hidden
in the floorboards

of an upstairs bedroom,
which seems a little sus.

You know the cops
tried to accuse Severide

of stashing some?

- What?
- Yeah.

That doesn't even make sense.

We're the ones
who called it in.

I wish I could say
I was surprised.

Cops hating on us.
- Yeah.

They just pissed

'cause they can't
pass the firefighter exam.

- [chuckles]
- They can't hack it.

Hey.

You make it to Med?

Um...

yeah, I was just there.

And your grandma,
how's she doing?

The doctor said
she'll be okay.

She was sleeping
when I left, so.

That's good. She needs rest.

You know what
caused the fire?

Uh, we're thinking electrical.

It's an old house, old wires.

Why?

You know something we don't?

I'm not here about the fire.

[suspenseful music]

I'm here about the money.

I need it all back or I'm--
I'm dead.

What do you mean you're dead?
Like, your grandma will be mad?

No. It's not her money.

Who does it belong to?

I'm keeping it for someone, okay?

And--and now I need it back.

Well, it's not here.

I saw the bags in your truck.

The one with the 3 on it.

Well, we had to turn it in
to the police.

Look, I don't know what's
going on, but maybe I can help.

I mean, the police won't
just give back the money

without more questions.

[sighs]

I was hiding it for these guys.

These drug dealers.

And they said if $1
went missing, he'd kill me.

I'm Kelly.
What's your name?

- Maya.
- Listen, Maya.

Once the police find out
it's drug money--

- I know.
- They can protect you.

- Yeah, right.
- What are you gonna do?

You really wanna
go at this alone?

No.

Uh, let me make a call.

I'll see what they can offer.

And I won't give out your name,
not until you're okay with it.

[softly]
Okay. Sure.

♪

Hey. Are you busy?

No. Come on in.

Lennox questioned an order
I gave him on a call.

Twice.

Wow.
So starting off with a bang?

Yeah.

And then he told me
that his old PIC,

Danny, was cool with that.

There's no way, right?

I'm gonna guess

that Lennox didn't have
as much of a problem

taking orders from his old PIC.

Because he was a guy.

Partly, yeah.

[sighs] I am really
hoping it's not that,

but he gave me some
serious attitude on that call.

What's your approach
with managing male egos?

It can be tricky.

Right after I made lieutenant,

we got a call on a four-alarm
building fire over on Racine.

We were the first to arrive,

so that made me
incident commander.

But when the next unit arrived,

the lieutenant decided
he was running the show.

He talked right over me.

And the worst part is,
I let him.

[soft apprehensive music]

So after shift,
I remember Kelly, he was out,

and I just--

I just stood
at the kitchen counter cursing,

drinking tequila,
feeling sorry for myself.

But I woke up the next morning

with the realization
that this is on me.

And I will never
let that happen again.

Mm.

How bad was that hangover?

Next level.

[both chuckle]

You gotta show no insecurity.

Do not let yourself
get intimidated.

And ditch the word "sorry."
That was a big one for me.

Mm-hmm.

Honestly, you just bring
that Violet vibe full force.

That Violet vibe?

Full force.

Yeah.

I think I can do that.

Mm, I fold.

Game, set, match.

Ah, let me guess,
you didn't tear up the ticket.

No, I did not.

I was on the computer
looking up how to get a hearing

to appeal it when I found this
on the bookshelf

next to Kylie's old desk.

City of Chicago
Municipal Code?

Would you mind opening
to the bookmarked page

and reading
the highlighted passage?

Okay, but are you gonna
do it like that at the hearing?

Because if I were you--
- Indulge me.

[soft upbeat music]

Chapter 95, paragraph 11,
subsection B.

"The driver of an authorized
emergency vehicle

"may disregard
parking regulations

when responding
to an emergency call."

Aha.

"But not upon returning
from an emergency call."

Wait, what?
Where does it say that?

It's literally
the next sentence.

[chuckles]

Uh-huh.

Okay.

Who's to say we weren't
on our way to a call?

Firefighters don't
usually pop in for groceries

on the way to a call.

Yeah, I think
everybody knows that, Mouch.

Yeah, well, as our friends
in the legal profession

like to say, it doesn't matter
what you know.

All that matters
is what you can prove.

Mm.

I'm gonna go
file that appeal.

So PD believed these
drug dealers are with GK-13?

Maya didn't say,
but it makes sense.

It's their territory.

They are not gonna shrug off
losing this amount of money.

This guy, Bronson,

says PD can put her
in a safe house

if she gives up some names,
some stash house locations,

and maybe testifies
down the line.

That's a lot to ask.

Yeah, well, I don't see
any other way around this.

I think she should
take the deal.

What, and you're gonna
convince her?

I have to try.

Okay. Go get her.
I'll cover Squad.

[suspenseful music]

♪

Maya! Maya, get down!

Maya, get down!

[gunshots]

[engine revving]

[tires squeal]

[tense music]

Maya.

Maya?

Hey, you okay? Were you hit?

- [softly] No. I'm fine.
- Huh?

Hey, they may circle back.
Come on, we gotta go.

- I--
- Come on.

♪

[suspenseful music]

♪

[horn honks twice]

You'll be safe here,
I promise.

Ooh.

[groans]

What's wrong, Mouch?

My appeal was rejected.

Just like that.

Did they give you any excuse?

[sighs] "Insufficient grounds
to contest citation."

What a crock.
- Yeah, yeah.

It is weird that
they didn't buy your, uh,

emergency grocery run defense.

Forget it, Mouch.
I will talk to Chief.

We'll take it out
of the petty cash.

I'm sure it won't be a problem.

It's not about the money.

It's about the deteriorating
quality of urban life.

I mean, whatever happened
to common decency?

And common sense?

And professional courtesy
among fellow civil servants?

Oh, I know it sounds like
I'm making a mountain

out of a molehill,
but you'll see.

Today, it's parking.

Tomorrow,
it'll be our pensions.

Well, no, sir!

I am not about to roll over

while these
pointy-headed bureaucrats

destroy everything
we hold dear.

So what are you gonna do,
file another appeal?

[sighs]

It's time
to take the fight to them.

I am going down there
after shift

to petition my government.

I don't care
what happens to me.

I don't care how long it takes.

I will not rest until

our right to park
in the fire lane

is the law of the land.

Sounds like a great day off.

[soft upbeat music]

♪

You really didn't have
to come down here.

I don't need my wallet
on shift.

You know you still have
receipts from 2020 in here?

Oh, you went through it?

Are you saving them
for tax purposes?

This is such a dad wallet.

As long as you didn't
see my license photo.

[groans]

Sorry,
I had to check your age.

Green flag. You didn't lie.

Red flag.

Invasion of privacy.

♪

So...

when do I get
to see you again?

Friday night.

Dinner at Ada Street,
then dancing at Sidetrack?

♪

Yeah, okay, cool. Thanks.
I'll hit you up.

Cool. Catch you later.

♪

Chef Robinson.
Didn't know you were coming in.

Just figured I'd stop by
on my way home

to see how the new medic
is doing.

It's been a busy shift.
I haven't seen much of Lennox.

Add that to the fact I didn't
get any background on him.

And I can't give you
much of an answer.

I can send his file over
tomorrow so you have it.

But I can assure you
I did a thorough vetting job.

He's a highly regarded medic,

has a clean record
with no issues or complaints.

Glad to hear it.

Chief Boden, I know we have
a different leadership style

and different approaches
to our jobs,

but so you know,
my intention is simply

to put the top medics
out there in the field.

Which is why I handpicked
Lennox for 61.

Ultimately, I think you and I
have the same end goal,

the best CFD possible.

[soft suspenseful music]

I agree with that.

- Have a great night, Chief.
- Good night.

How did you get mixed up
with GK-13?

Those guys are no joke.

My older brother.

He was in the gang?

Sort of, I guess.

I mean, he didn't
really have a choice.

Same thing happened
to my brother.

He got arrested last month
for dealing.

He's down at Cook County.

That's why you can't go
to the cops.

They can't protect him
on the inside.

Who's the kid?
Someone's daughter?

Nah.

The older lady that we took
to Med after the house fire,

that's her granddaughter.

She's got no place to go, so
she's spending the night here.

[scoffs]

And then my abuela.
I hid the money in her house.

I got her involved too.
- Hey.

This is not on you.
- Yeah.

And you did not have a choice, either.

And that fire,
that was just bad luck.

How am I gonna find $100,000?

100?

PD reported 42.

And from what I can tell,
only a few bags were burned.

And we pulled everything
out of the floorboards.

Did you check the vent
in the upstairs bathroom?

The fire never reached
the second level.

Half the money was there.

I'll go take a look.
[alarm blares]

Ambulance 61,
135 South Fillmore,

person injured.

[tense music]

Here it is, 40.

Paramedics.

My husband Ty,
he's on the couch.

He can't breathe right.

[wheezing]

[voice muffled]
In my mouth, in my mouth.

Keep calm.
We're gonna take a look, Ty.

He can't breathe.
Help him.

Don't worry, we got him.

Does your husband have
any allergies to anything?

No, I don't think so.

Did he eat anything recently?

A few hours ago,
we had pizza.

Same kind we usually get.

Can't you help him?

Whoa, did you see that?

What is it?

All right, we're gonna get
the bug out, Ty.

I'm just holding
your head still.

We'll be done in a sec, bud.
- Okay, going in.

Almost there.
[strained breathing]

[tense music]

Oh, God.

Okay.

Oh, God.

[strained breathing]

He's probably having
an allergic reaction

from the spider's bite.

[blood pressure cuff hissing]

His blood pressure
is dropping fast.

Drop the epi.

He's going into
anaphylactic shock.

You're the new PIC.
If you say so, I'm on it.

You're new? Do you not agree
with what she said?

Is this safe what you're doing?

No, the shot is gonna save
his life, ma'am.

Will it?

Yes, absolutely.

She's right.

[wheezing]

Try to stay calm, Ty, okay?

Ready?

[breathing deeply]

What--what was in there?
[gasping]

♪

There we go.

Deep breaths. That's good.

Thank you.

Hey.

So that guy I saw you
talking to earlier,

that your boyfriend?

Sorry, what?

Who?

Before.

Right outside,
the guy you were talking to.

Oh, him? No.

No, we're just friends.

Oh, okay.

Sorry.

Friends of friends, actually.
I barely know him.

I left my wallet
at his place last night

when he had us all over
for drinks.

Me and all my friends.

Okay.

[suspenseful music]

♪

[soft thump]
- Who's there?

This is a fire scene.
You can't be here.

Look, it's not safe.

The ceiling could collapse
any second.

Then why are you here?

I'm investigating
the cause of the fire.

The rest of the fire
investigation night crew

is on their way.

Oh, yeah?

Pretty late to be working.

Look, if you're here
for the money, it's gone.

It's burnt. All of it.

It was hidden up there.

We only found fragments.
There's nothing left.

♪

Maybe.

Or maybe you're lying.

[vehicle approaching]

♪

You guys should go.

Unless you wanna stick around

and explain how
you knew about the money.

♪

Thought you might
need some backup.

- You have no idea.
- Where's all the cash?

Someone else got to it first.

I have one more stop to make.

♪

Where's the girl?

She's still
weighing her options.

We can always put out a BOLO,
bring her in ourselves.

Maya did nothing wrong.

She was hiding drug money
in her own grandma's house.

Do you know where she is?

What was the count
in your report?

43K?

Why?

Because Maya says
there's 100,

at least half in a room that
didn't burn, but now it's gone.

- How would you know that?
- I was just there.

You went there
without calling us?

I'm sure you guys stopped by
for a secondary search

after I told you about
her connection to GK-13.

Of course.
That's the job.

You sure you guys didn't...

forget to report anything
you found there?

Pretty serious accusation,
Lieutenant Severide.

It wasn't
a serious accusation

when you accused us on scene?

[tense music]

You know, maybe we should
call in that warrant

to search your rigs after all.

Along with your firehouse,
homes, all your bank accounts.

We see anything out of place,
we're coming after you.

♪

Hold up.

You used the term "new PIC"
on purpose to cast doubt

on my abilities in front
of the victim and his wife.

No.
I--I was deferring to you.

Wanted to make sure you knew
I was gonna follow orders.

And that
you weren't happy about it.

I did what you said,
all right?

No, not all right.

I can't have my partner
undermining me on every call.

That's not gonna work.

I'll make sure
it never happens again.

That's two strikes, Lennox.

You have one left.

Understood.

♪

Everything okay?

Not really.

[sighs]

What's the deal
with this place?

Chief Robinson warned me 51 was
known for going out of bounds,

but man.
[scoffs]

One guy is trying to change
the city's parking code

when his job is a firefighter.

And Violet's been a PIC
for what, five minutes?

And she acts like
her way is the only way

and everyone else is an idiot.

And she's no great shakes herself.

You have no clue how lucky
you are to be riding with her.

What, you got a thing
going on with her or what?

Take it easy.

♪

[sighs] I can't say
or do anything right.

Man, I'm trying.

I really am trying,
but I get the feeling

I'm never gonna fit in at 51,
which might be fine by me.

♪

[phone ringing]

Chief Boden here.

[sighs]

[suspenseful music]

♪

All right.

Thanks for the heads-up.

You send those over here
right away.

♪

[phone slams down twice]

Graciella's mom said
we could stay with them

instead of the Fontanas.

That's very kind.

Hey, Maya.

Why don't you go find the nurse

and see when your grandma
gets to check out of here?

Be right back.

Maya's a tough kid.

And I'm sure she doesn't
want you to worry, but...

she's in trouble.

First,
they came after my grandson.

Now Maya.
Made her hide all that money.

So you knew?

Teenagers, they think
they're being so sneaky.

But a grandma knows.

Well, hiding money
in the floorboards

isn't exactly stealing
a few sips of whiskey.

Depends where you're from.

[soft dramatic music]

I've been trying to get them
out of Chicago

away from that gang,

but it's expensive
raising two kids on your own.

Their father was never around,

and my daughter,
she died of cancer

when they were both
too young to remember.

Sorry.

That money in my walls...

I could have
bailed my grandson out

and take them someplace
far away, somewhere safe.

We wouldn't even need
all of it, just a few bags.

If only it had not burned.

So if you knew
about the money,

you must have known where
it was hidden.

Well, the police said
it was in my ceiling.

Did you know about
the bathroom vent?

Oh, there was more?

Yes, there was more.

Well, that's a surprise.

♪

Wrong place.

Circuit court's
across the street.

Oh, no, I was looking

for the Citation
Administration Division.

Is this it?

Yeah.

But everything's
handled online now.

There are no
in-person services anymore.

That's actually why I'm here.

[sighs]

Picture, if you will, madam,
a vehicle.

But this is
no ordinary vehicle.

Far from it.

It spans 36.75 feet,

fully twice as long as a
standard Chicago parking space.

In the fire service,
we call it...

an apparatus.

Oh, you're a firefighter.

Oh, I'm sorry.
I thought you were a lawyer.

Uh, yeah, that's right.

I am a firefighter.

So maybe
you can imagine my shock

when after spending
the better part of a shift

going mano a mano
with a rolling house fire,

Truck Company 81 made
the briefest of detours

into the market for some
badly needed sustenance,

only to return to our apparatus

to get this cruel slap
in the face.

Can I see that?

Now, I ask you--

Just give me a sec.

Mm-hmm.

[soft upbeat music]

Uh, okay.
What just happened there?

Did you notice how
the officer entered fire engine

under make and model?

Well,
that's obviously not right.

You said you were
driving Truck 81,

and a truck is not
a fire engine.

Is it?

[sighs]

No, it is not.

Incorrect or
incomplete information

is immediate grounds
for dismissal of a citation,

so done and done.

♪

- Thank you for your help.
- You bet.

Hey, so how did it go
down in the viper pit today?

You know,
it wasn't so bad, actually.

There might just be
one or two good eggs

left in city government.

Really?

If you say so.
- Hey.

So I heard that that
tech rescue course

is on a pretty heavy wait list.

Yeah. Well, maybe next year.

Which is why
I called in a favor

and I was able to get you in.

- Wait, really?
- Yeah.

All I gotta do is teach
some course at some point.

Turns out, they're looking
for female instructors.

[chuckles softly] Wow.

Thanks, Lieutenant.
This really means a lot.

Well, you leveling up
is great for Truck 81.

And hey, you never know
where it could lead, right?

Yeah.

Don't limit yourself, Mouch.

Ritter, my man,
how's it going?

Good, good.

Listen, buddy, I didn't mean
to pry into your personal life

asking you about
that friend you're with.

It's fine.

I just want you to know
I don't got a problem with it.

Really?

Zero issues.

[sighs] I gotta admit
I'm a little worried

what the others might think.

- They don't know already?
- Oh, hell no.

I'm still trying to figure out
if I'm okay with it.

Oh, wow.

Everyone at 51's so close,

I just figured
it was already out there.

Not even Violet?

I mean, you two are attached
at, like, the hip.

Well, she knows I'm seeing
someone new, but that's it.

She doesn't know it's a guy.

Of course she--

wait, what are
you talking about?

What are you talking about?

Chippy, I'm not secretly gay.
[chuckles]

I'm secretly...

[whispers]
Dating a cop.

Oh, okay.
You're acting so weird is all.

Look, because everybody
knows firefighters and cops

don't get along,
especially last shift.

- Isn't Mouch's wife a cop?
- That's different.

They're OGs,
so they get a pass.

And no one messes with Trudy.

Hey, please don't say anything.

I am not ready to come out
as a cop-lover yet.

I don't know, pal.

I might stay in the closet
on this one.

[chuckles]

What is this,
some kind of bribe?

No, it's an apology.

I take pride in the integrity
of my unit.

So when you accused us
of stealing,

I got pretty bent out of shape.

But I was wrong
to throw it back at you.

We should work as a team.

Or maybe this is all a ploy
to get us off your back.

[sighs] Maybe.

I guess we'll just have
to trust each other.

Or not.
Either way, it doesn't matter

because I know what happened
to the rest of the money.

OFI turned in
their final report,

which shows burn patterns
under the floorboards

that would require
a large amount of fuel.

Like bags of paper bills.

So you expect us to buy that

you know all this
from burn marks?

That's the problem
with fire scenes.

Most of the evidence
goes up in smoke.

So you're saying
the money's all gone?

Mm-hmm.

Because a strange thing
happened today.

Maya's brother made bail.

Someone paid the bond,
and then suddenly poof,

whole family's gone too.

[soft suspenseful music]

You wouldn't happen
to know where they went?

No clue.

♪

Hey, Chief.

I'm afraid I've come
with some bad news.

What's going on?

You have had a complaint
filed against you.

Comes from
Chief Robinson's office.

Aggressive, disrespectful.

Those are some of the words
he used.

Damn. They're not even
trying to be subtle.

First shift
and Lennox files a charge.

The complaint has
also been filed stating that

we have a civilian that stayed
the night at the firehouse.

What? Severide was
protecting her life.

You were protecting
your victim's life

when you administered treatment

instead of delaying it
to argue your case.

Lennox went off
to me about Violet.

And how Mouch is trying
to change city codes

instead of doing his job.

I bet that ends up
in a report too.

Robinson and Lennox
aren't just coming after me.

They're coming after all of 51.

[dramatic music]

♪

[dramatic music]

♪

[wolf howls]