It’s been 6 hours into your shift and there hasn’t been a single call yet, making you uneasy.
“Don’t you guys find it weird to be this quiet?” You ask the remaining members of Squad, being shushed almost instantly.
“Don’t jinx it!” Cruz says, looking at his cards before playing.
“For real though, it’s December, there’s a blizzard, there hasn’t been a shift with 6 dead hours for months.” You continue, looking out the main gate and watching the icy roads. “We should at least have a kid slipping and falling on the ice or something like that.”
You frown at the dismissal, getting up from the chair and heading towards Chief Boden’s office. You catch Casey’s eye and gesture at him to come with you.
“What is it, (Y/L/N)?” He asks, stopping you in the middle of the hallway. “You look frazzled.”
“Aren’t you at the very least intrigued that we haven’t received a single call since the start of the shift? In December, with icy roads and dumb kids running around freely.”
“Yes, I’m finding it odd but at the same time I’m thanking the opportunity to rest. Shifts have been hectic.” He admits, running a hand through his face.
“What if there’s a problem with the dispatch or the communications or something? What if we’ve been getting calls but they don’t come through?”
“That’s… concerning, to say the least.” Casey muses, looking lost in his thoughts. “Let’s talk to Chief and see what he says.”
The two of you march to Boden’s office, knocking before entering, finding him sitting on his chair with his arms crossed and a stoic look on his face.
“Chief, you have a second?” You ask, stepping inside in front of Casey. Boden nods and Casey closes the door behind him, coming to stand by your side. “We’re finding it weird that we haven’t had a single call today.”
“Yes, I’m a little confused as well.” Boden says, looking at the two of you from above his glasses. “I’m going to call the Emergency Management Main Office and see where we go from there.”
“Chief, do you mind if we do a little drive around to check on the community in case the dispatch really is down?” Casey asks, prompting silence from you and Boden for a little bit.
“Yes. Take all the rigs and the ambo, communicate between yourselves.” He says, dismissing you both.
You make your way back into the floor and towards the Squad rig, taking off your boots and prompting weird stares from your crewmates.
“Chief said for us to do a drive around and check if the community is ok.” You say, hearing the men groan as they drop their game of cards and get up from the table.
You’ve been out for a couple of minutes, heading south, when the radio comes to life.
“We need backup at the University’s Labs.” Casey says, sounding distressed. “We have a fire.”
“Squad 3 responding.” Severide replies as Tony turns the rig around and heads for the University.
The truck comes to a stop and you hop out, looking at the fire consuming part of the building for a moment before putting on your SCBA and your helmet.
“Go in and check the building for people.” Casey shouts, helping to hook the hoses. “They say most people are on the main floor and on the underground labs.”
“Let’s start from the lowest floor.” Severide says, jogging inside with the four of you on his tail. “Divide and conquer.”
You jog down the stairs and split up, all five of you heading off into different hallways.
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“Me and (Y/L/N) are wrapping up the last underground floor, get everyone out of the main floor.” Severide says into the radio as the two of you reach the point where the hallway splits into two. The one on your side is a dead end with a couple of doors and Severide’s leads back to the stairwell.
“I’m taking this side.” You say, pointing at the dead end. Severide nods and heads off, leaving you to turn around and start knocking on doors. “Chicago Fire Department!”
You quickly reach the door at the end of the hallway, grabbing the handle as your radio turns on.
“All clear from my side, (Y/L/N) is finishing up and about to come up too.” Severide’s voice says. You press the button on your radio to reply.
“I’m checking the last room and will be up soon.” You say, opening the door and feeling your blood run cold when you see the strings connected to the door. The blast wave knocks you into the wall and you black out.
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Trudy makes her way into the bullpen hurriedly, phone pressed against her ear as she snaps her fingers to catch everyone’s attention.
“Chief, I’m going to put you on speaker with Intelligence.” She says, doing so. The detectives slowly gather around her, curious to see what is happening.
“The dispatchers are having issues and can’t work, we did a sweep around and UIC’s Labs were on fire, we responded, and something blew up.” Chief Boden’s voice echoes around the bullpen and Jay feels his blood run cold. “I have people trapped inside and need every ounce of manpower you can get me.”
Jay doesn’t wait for anyone’s orders, grabbing his jacket and beanie and rushing out of the bullpen and precinct, hearing the hurried steps of his friends and coworkers behind him. He gets into his truck and Adam and Kim follow him, both of them looking at him worriedly.
He turns the key and revs the truck before he pulls out of the parking spot, turning on the sirens and speeding towards the UIC campus, his mind running wild with thoughts of how you are.
“She’s most likely ok, Jay.” Kim tries to reassure, watching Jay’s jaw clench. “She’s tougher than you know.”
“I know she is.” He admits, his hands in a vice grip on the steering wheel. The truck screeches to a stop once they reach the front of the labs and he quickly turns the car off, opening the door. “But I still care and worry about her.”
Voight stops his car behind Jay’s truck and rushes out, making his way towards the building with the rest of his team behind him. He reaches Chief Boden, the man looking stressed but relieved to finally see someone come to help.
“What’s the current situation?” Voight asks, shaking Boden’s hand.
“We have 4 firefighters trapped inside, we managed to speak with 3 of them and they’re fine.” Boden says, pursing his lips before continuing. “But one of our Squad members is trapped in the first underground floor and we can’t establish contact.”
“Who?” Jay blurts out, the sympathetic look Boden gives him telling him everything he needs to know.
“(Y/N) (Y/L/N). We think one of the doors was rigged to an explosive device.” Boden says, looking directly at Jay. “Many people were injured in the blast and we can’t handle all of this, we’ve called Med and asked for a Trauma team on scene. Even with them, I don’t know if it’s going to be enough.”
“Atwater, Rojas, call Med and ask for an update on the trauma team, if needed go and get them. Ruzek and Halstead, help with the victims, and Burgess, come with me for crowd control.” Voight directs, moving towards the perimeter set by a few good samaritans and firefighters.
Jay rushes towards the building, Adam hot on his trail.
“She’s ok, isn’t she?” Jay says, sarcasm dripping from his voice. “So ok that she’s unreachable under the rubble.”
“Jay, don’t.” Adam cuts him off. “It’s a delicate situation, and that attitude does absolutely zero to help. You want to get her out, so focus on the task at hand instead of being sassy and holding grudges.”
Jay clenches his jaw as he reaches the firefighters on the building.
“Casey, where do you need us?” He asks as the Captain looks around, visibly distraught.
“Uhhhh… Pick up a heat cam and see if you can find anyone under the rubble.” He says, pointing at the devices on the floor. “We’re finishing up freeing Cruz and we’ll be right there.”
Jay grabs one of the heat cams and turns it on, pointing at the floor near the stairwell, but stopping shortly after as his phone starts ringing.
“Halstead, take the radios, I don’t want to risk losing communication.” Voight’s voice comes through very briefly before the call goes dead.
“Ruzek, go back to my truck, our radios are in the trunk, get them. The cell towers are getting jammed.” Jay calls out, watching as the other man does what he asks in record time.
Jay hooks the radio on himself quickly as he sees a CPD K-9 truck pull up, the officer moving quickly to get the dog out. Jay’s eyebrows shoot up when he sees not one, but two dogs hopping out of the back and the handler waving him over. He rushes over and shakes the woman’s hand.
“Rachel Wyatt, Sergeant Platt called about needing all hands on deck.” She introduces herself, giving Jay a firm handshake. “I brought my own K-9, Fido, and another K-9 from training, Kayla. They say Kayla is too friendly and focuses too much on fetching rather than attacking, she’s probably going to be failed from the K-9 training, but I thought she’d be a great fit for this situation. Her commands are in English, and she’s very easy to handle.”
“What do you mean?” Jay asks, looking at the doe eyed red Belgian Malinois sitting in front of him, her tail wagging like crazy. “I’m supposed to take Kayla?”
“Yes. She’s very excitable but very easy to manage.” She says, pointing at the German Shepard at her feet. “I’d take them both, but Fido is a bit jealous when on the field.”
Jay gingerly takes the leash from Rachel, leading the dog into the building and finding Adam staring at him with a funny face.
“Since when are you a dog handler?” He asks, petting Kayla.
“Since Officer Wyatt decided it was a good idea.” Jay mutters, pulling slightly on the leash and redirecting the dog. “C’mon Kayla, let’s find her.”
Kim + the magic AU (absolutely inspired and influenced by my co-conspirator, @kitthekazoo)
“It’s okay, I promise.” “I’m scared…” “I know. This is scary. But you’re safe, now. Can you breathe with me?” “Yeah…” “Yeah? Good. You’re doing really good.”
The life that she was born into was easy. It wasn’t perfect,but it was comfortable. She could have grown up happily, gone to school, had whatever career she wanted. but that was before things got complicated. Magic flowed through her as much as blood did, the same as it flowed through her sister. And that wasn’t exactly something to be proud of in the world they lived in. A neighbor who saw too much made a call, and that summoned the police to their door, and there was very little they could do.
She was pushed out the back door and beyond the fence around their yard, told to be quiet not come out of her hiding spot until someone came to get her. Only no one did. She was alone through the night, shivering under the dripping leaves of the tree overhead, all the way until the sun rose again There had been a scream at one point, and other sounds she didn’t recognize, but the light of the day brought quiet again, and she was hungry, and tired, and she couldn’t sit around and wait for someone to save her forever.
“Mouse” + the magic AU (absolutely inspired and influenced by my co-conspirator, @kitthekazoo)
“What do you mean you can find anything?” “Exactly what it sounds like. I can find anything, anywhere, any time.” “That’s not possible.” “I promise, it’s very possible. You just probably wouldn’t like how I do it.”
Magic wasn’t normal.It was a curse, an anomaly, an imperfection. And the Gerwitzes were anything but imperfect.
Furthermore, it was illegal.So, when the signs of it started showing in their son almost as soon as he started walking, they prepared themselves for the inevitable. It took years of preparation, and discreet nannies who wouldn’t go to the authorities while ensuring that their supposed heir wouldn’t leave the house. No one could know the truth, that one of the most powerful and influential families in the city was harboring a fugitive child . But it was only to buy them time. The years made it possible to sell a lie.
CHICAGO PD 7X13 — I WAS HERE After receiving a distressing 911 call, Burgess enlists the team’s help to track down a girl caught up in a sex-trafficking ring.
