Choices the third of four in the Shattered Series, (Shattered, Forgiven, Choices, and The After,with)

"How bad is it?" Kim asked Adam.

He helped Harper with a puzzle, "it's bad, I'm almost puked when I saw his knee it was nasty" he told her, "they tossed the little fucker out of the game" he was still angry.

"Fucker?" Harper repeated clear as bell.

Kim threw her hands up, "see? You need to watch your mouth they repeat everything you say." She told him, "and of course that's the word she can say clearly" laughing at the irony.

"Sorry, it just infuriated me" he told her, "the look on his face killed me, he's devastated"

"How long is he out for?"

Adam put the last piece in the puzzle, "I'd guess the rest of the season, surgery is still a possibility"

If he hadn't known better Declan would swear he was floating, his body felt light and he didn't have a care in the world.

Two weeks had passed since Declan's injury no longer on crutches but wore a bulky knee brace, thankfully surgery wasn't required after all but he was done for the season.

He had been moving product left and right, he sat at his table in the cafeteria as his 'customers'  made their selections. It was a giant fuck you to the school, he laughed at their 'zero tolerance' policy on drugs they didn't have clue that he was selling thousands of dollars worth of prescription pills, ecstasy, and other illicit drugs.

Jeff took the seat to Declan's right, "just so you know, I gave your name to a friend from Bridgeport High" he slid his money across the table and took the bag from Declan, "he's looking for oxy"

"I have it" he told him, "thanks for the referral" he pulled a pill from his back pack, "consider this a thank you"

He took the pill and immediately swallowed it, not even bothering to chase it with a drink, "Sorry 'bout the knee, the team is shit without you" the lacrosse team having lost the four games they played since Declan's injury.

Declan grinned, "It's not that bad, gave me a chance to give my inventory a try" he knew he wouldn't be drug tested if he wasn't playing, it was what kept him from trying drugs in the past but none of that mattered now.

Voight wanted to pound his head on the desk, the commander was breathing down his neck.

"Dawson!" He called "in here for a minute"

Antonio went to the door, "what do you need?"

Voight laughed, "you don't want the truth on that one" he motioned for Antonio to close the door, "We need to catch a break on this drug shit, another kid's dead. This one is a 17 year old girl from Harvey, seems she took a handful of oxy"

Antonio leaned back in the chair, "Shit, it just keeps getting worse, Diego's school is even dealing with it"

"I think eighty percent of the schools in Chicago are caught up in this, we need to find out who these kids are buying from"

They both left his office and went into the bullpen, Mouse already setting the whiteboard up.

Adam and Jay huddled together at Jay's desk, "this is crazy, the amount of schools involved in this blows my mind"

Adam nodded, "it's wild, I'm glad Kim's niece and nephew go to private school, they seem to be the only schools not touched by this mess"

"I guess, even if the tuition is insane huh?" Jay asked him.

Adam nodded, "Yea, but it's worth it"

Jeff was beginning to feel sick, his heart raced and his vision blurry. He braced himself against the wall, his palms sweaty and he felt cold. He swore he could hear the whooshing sound of his blood running through his veins.