#voight

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Words:987
Warnings: Implied violence
A/N: I’m not dead! But work has been demanding and I’ve been finding myself drained after my shifts :( Anywho, second to last part!

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A few hours later, Adam gets to the hospital, entering your room and giving Jay a curt nod that makes him jump to his feet. Jay kisses your forehead before he and Adam step out into the hallway and begin their way to Adam’s car.

“Halstead, are you sure about this?” Adam asks, still shocked by his friend’s decision. The steely expression on Jay’s face tells him that Jay had already thought about this plenty and knows what he’s about to do.

“I know that this isn’t like the usual me, but this isn’t like a usual case either.” Jay says, climbing into the passenger seat as Adam stands by the driver’s side for a few moments before entering the car. “(Y/N) and I go way back, and he hurt her to get to me. I’m not about to let that slide. She almost died, and she’s not out of danger yet. I won’t let him get the luxury of jail, where he can still live a comfortable life. No, he’s going to pay for what he’s done.”

“So, you remember more about you and (Y/N)? Wasn’t it just friendship?” Adam asks as he pulls out of the parking space, making Jay chuckle.

“No, it wasn’t just friendship. We were dating. We were going to move in together when the tour ended.” Jay says, removing his badge and his gun from his hip just as they reach the docks, the sun setting in the horizon and bathing everything in an eery orange light. “This bastard tried to take her away from me, and he’s going to pay.”

Adam just sits behind the wheel as Jay gives him his gun and his badge before he climbs out of the car, his jaw set as he walks towards the place he knew Voight would have Eric in.

He walks inside, seeing Voight perched on a bench with a glass of whiskey in one hand and another one on the little table by him. The Sergeant gives him a curt nod and points to the other bench, in which Jay takes a seat before grabbing the glass with the amber liquid.

“First time you were here, you were stopping me from ending Pulpo’s miserable life.” Voight remarks, sipping his whiskey. “Berating me about it not being right, not being morally correct, because I’m not anyone to play judge, jury and executor. And now you’re here with me, about to do the very thing you stopped me from doing all those years ago.”

“The circumstances have changed.” Jay’s voice is harsh and cold as he looks at the glass in his hand. “Letting him go to jail would be an act of mercy, and I’m not feeling merciful at all.”

Voight just nods, turning the glass in his hand before he nods towards the man strapped to the chair on the opposite side of the warehouse. There’s also a black bag over his head, and from the muffled sounds, a piece of tape on his mouth.

“You want to get creative or just get this over with?” Voight asks, downing the rest of his whiskey. Jay sets his glass down and gets up, moving towards Eric and removing the bag. The skinny man blinks at the harsh lighting before glaring at Jay, a sick grin still plastered on his face.

“You thought yourself to be so smart, huh?” Jay asks, his face in a scowl. “Wanted to play God, wanted to provoke me, wanted to make me lower my guard? Seems like it backfired.”

Jay removes the tape on Eric’s mouth harshly, regretting it when he hears the evil cackle that spills from him.

“The only reason she’s alive is because I want her to be. If I wanted, I would have painted the walls on those labs with her insides. You’re a lovesick puppy, and it’s sickening.”

“Too bad that you’ve reached the end of this match. This is the end of your line. Wipe that stupid smile off your face.”

“It seems that (Y/N) tugs at your heartstrings enough to make you let go of your moral compass, Detective Halstead. You’re about to sin, like the rest of us mere mortals.” Eric says, giving Jay a twisted grin. “I expected this sort of reaction from her, specially after reading that delightful little file about Afghanistan. But you have indeed surprised me, Detective.”

Jay puts the tape back over Eric’s mouth, having had enough of the man’s taunting, and turns to Voight, giving him a curt nod before turning back around and putting the bag over Eric’s head again.

The bullpen is awfully quiet when Jay and Voight return, everyone sitting in their respective desks as they stride in. They see Trudy off to the side, on her phone in what seems to be a heated debate.

Adam quietly hands Jay his badge and gun back as they pass through, watching Kim give them a file before the two men go into Voight’s office and close the door behind them.

“This is our story, our alibi.” Voight informs Jay, giving him a wad of paper. “I knew this would happen, so I had Burgess and Platt fabricate something while we prepared and made the bust.”

Jay flipped through the pages, reading the story. According to the wad of paper, he had been with Severide to the University to double-check the constituents of the bomb while the rest of Intelligence made the fruitless bust on the most recent intel on Eric. Afterwards, all of them had been to Molly’s until closing time with all of 51 as witnesses, making a sort of fundraiser slash get well party in your honor.

Jay nods once he finishes reading the file, tucking it under his arm as his phone begins to ring, Will’s name and number flashing across the screen and making Jay bolt out of the office and bullpen towards his car.

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Sun, 08 Nov 2020 02:12:34

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“What do we got?” Voight asks as Intelligence gathers around him. Kevin grabs his notepad, flicking the pages to the beginning.

“The Emergency Center was heavily sabotaged, their servers have been completely destroyed, thus explaining the inability to respond to calls.”

“What about the fire here? It’s very odd for a building to randomly catch fire in the middle of the winter.” Voight continues.

“Severide says it’s foul play, for sure. Mainly with the bomb.” Jay says, leaning against his table. “It’s very weird, mainly with the fact that it would only catch the firefighters, because most of the researchers are home for the holidays.”

“What if it was directed at the firefighters?” Kim suggests hesitantly, earning confused looks from the rest of the team. She looks at Adam before she continues. “We got that package about (Y/N)… Maybe it was Eric. He has a weird grudge towards her because she knows Jay.”

“Are you sure?” Voight asks, noticing the distraught look on Jay’s face.

“Not sure, but it’s the best theory we have.” She says, wringing her hands together. “And Adam’s CI said he heard a buzz about the whole university ordeal being planned.”

“Why go after her and not me?” Jay asks, anger seeping into his voice. “His problem is with me, not her.”

“He wants to get to you, to anger you, make you drop your guard.” Adam says, crossing his arms. “He knows you’re pissed at this, and he’s counting on your anger to make you be brash and create an opening for him to get to you.”

“Well, he’s succeeding.”

“Jay, why don’t you get to the hospital? I think (Y/N) would really like to see you when she wakes up.” Voight suggests, noticing the weight on the younger detective’s shoulders. “I can give you a ride there on my way to question my CIs.”

“What?” Jay’s brows furrow in confusion. “I can take my truck.”

“I want your truck to be inspected. He rigged a random room to get to (Y/N) and was able to, I don’t want to risk your car being tampered with in any way.” Voight explains, grabbing his jacket and keys.

Jay grabs his jacket and beanie, rubbing his hands on his face as he goes down the stairs after Voight. Trudy sends him a sympathetic look as he follows Voight through the main lobby, and he nods at her in an appreciative way.

The trip to the hospital is quiet until Voight stops his car by the ER door and turns towards Jay.

“I know how you’re feeling right now, like it’s your fault.” The Sergeant says, making Jay look at him. “But it’s not. Eric’s twisted in his head, there was no way we could have predicted or prevented it. You went above and beyond, there was nothing more you could have done.”

“Will says she’s not out of danger yet.” Jay mutters. “That the rod did quite a bit of damage, she lost a lot of blood, the gash on her leg severed a muscle. She’s still in ICU and unconscious, and they don’t know if she’s going to be able to keep on being a firefighter, much less part of Squad.”

“Halstead, none of that is your fault. You helped her the most you could and quite probably saved her life. And now you’re going to be there for her through the recovery, and we’ll nail that son of a bitch down.” Voight says, nodding towards the hospital. “Be there. We’ll let you know if there’s any developments.”

Jay nods and exits the car, entering the ER and spotting Will almost immediately. The older brother leads the youngest into the waiting area filled with firefighters. Their heads turn as they see the brothers come in and Boden, Casey and Severide seem to have a silent conversation before nodding.

“51.” Boden calls, making everyone turn to him. “We have to get back to our job. Jay will stay with (Y/N) and keep us updated. Let’s go.”

The firefighters clap Jay’s shoulder or nod at him as they go by, recognizing him as a trustworthy person to stay and “keep guard” on you. It makes him feel weird on the inside, but he pushes it aside as Will guides him into your room.

He sucks in a breath as he sees you laying in the hospital bed, pale, unmoving, hooked up to numerous machines.

“This looks worse than what you told me on the phone, Will.” Jay manages to say, gingerly sitting at the foot of the bed and resting one hand on your shin. He feels the guilt gnawing at his mind along with an anger he can’t contain; he’s sure that if he’s the one to catch Eric, he won’t make it to prison.

“It does, but it’s mostly preventive.” Will says, looking between Jay and you with a confused face. “I didn’t know you knew her.”

“I’ve known her for longer than you.” Jay chuckles, spotting your dog tags on the small table by the bed and pointing at them. “We served together on my last tour.”

Will’s brows knit in confusion as he approaches his brother, leaning against the foot of the hospital bed.

“You never told me about her.”

“Well… It’s complicated.”

A couple of days later and Jay feels at his wit’s end: they have nothing on Eric and you still haven’t waken up. He’s sitting on the crappy hospital chair, laptop atop his legs, left hand scrolling through the little information they have on Eric while his right hand holds yours. His right leg bounces as he feels his patience dwindling and his desperation nipping at his subconscious.

Will walks into the room, making his normal rounds and taking in his brother’s nervous behavior.

“If you bounce that leg more, the laptop is going to fall.” He remarks, marking your vitals on the chart.

“Shouldn’t she be awake by now, Will?” Jay asks, the desperation evident in his voice. Maybe the coffee Mouse had brought him wasn’t such a good idea after all.

“Jay, this is a game of patience. It will take some time for her to recover even after she awakes. The wounds are closing up nicely, but they still did a lot of damage that needs to be reversed with physical therapy.” Will says, setting the chart back on its’ spot. He watches as Jay runs a hand through his face, the bags in his eyes evident, as well as the longer beard. “Shouldn’t you go home and rest for a bit?”

“I’m fine, I just don’t want to leave her side.” Jay admits, earning a nod from Will.

“You know where to find me if you need anything.” Will says, leaving the room.

Jay closes the laptop and sets it on the floor, turning to you and holding your left hand with both of his, leaning his forehead against them.

He stays like that for a few moments, listening to the steady beeping of the machines until his phone starts buzzing in his pocket. He fishes it out, unlocking it and looking at the text on the screen.

Ruzek: We got a lead. Will text details later.

Jay’s heart jumps in his chest at the news, his free hand gripping your tighter as he types back a reply.

Jay: If you get him, let Voight do his thing and let me know.

He feels excited in a weird way that makes him feel guilty for a brief moment before he looks at you again; Eric had put you in an hospital bed, fighting for your life, and there is no way that Jay is going to let him get away with it.

@babi-correia

Sat, 31 Oct 2020 16:21:00