Harvey Denver Evans. He was the most infuriatingly stubborn man you had ever met in the city of Chicago. That alone, said a lot. He was the second oldest of 8 with himself just learning that his younger brother, Quinn, was alive.

To say he went off on the poor guy? That would've been an understatement.

It left him not talking to Quinn for months.

Though, that also left him in a shitty ass mood every day at work.

See, being a detective and working under Voight in the Intelligence Unit for the Chicago Police Department, that was a whole deal in itself.

Harvey had come from a bad past with his parents abusing all of his siblings. His sisters, Marley, Presley, Mahina, Jasmine, and Qiana never caught *most of the brunt of it. It was his older brother, Nikolai, who caught mostly all the abuse. Quinn and Harvey were the two who caught most of it after. All three brothers were protective of their sisters, after all.

Today, it was no different. Surprisingly, it wasn't Adam Ruzek who caught the heat of Harvey's anger and frustration. It wasn't you either. It was the suspect you and Harvey were interrogating, who Voight gave both of you the green light to be violent with. Harvey had let his breaking point finally boil over as the suspect said he'd sue everyone in the department.

He slammed his hands on the table, his frustration boiling. "I don't give a damn who you sue. You're nothing but a wannabe gangster who hurt innocent people." Harvey said, walking around the table before grabbing the suspect by the hair and slamming his face down against the table. "Start talking and tell us the truth before I carve out your eyes and break every one of your bones for every person you killed."

This was a whole new side of Harvey. One you had never seen before.