A/N: Hello there! How are you all? Good? Good! So, this is my newest multi chaptered fic. This idea is something I haven't seen yet in this Chicago PD community so I am really excited for all of your reactions to this story!
I'm sorry if this note seems weird, I'm sick, and I am currently caring and being a mother to a four week (just a guess) old kitten. Hr name is Jesse Jay Lindsay. You are all smart enough to figure that one out for yourselves.
A HUGE HEARTY Thank You to Journalism13. I know I am not the easiest person to work with at all, but you do your best and you do an awesome job at it! Thank you so much my favoritest beta!
Anyways. Regular disclaimers apply. I do not own anybody that you recognize and even some that you don't, and everything medical wise here is probably wrong and false.
Good luck! AND ENJOY!
Erin rounded the corner, her partner, Jay Halstead, following hot on her heels, watching her six. She would have loved to have her whole team watching her back as she continued to plow through the giant warehouse, but it was indeed a large warehouse which could have been a shipping center for a major company at one time.
It was piled from floor to ceiling with trash, and somewhere, within the depths of all this trash, was a little girl. But Erin knew they were all going to go upstairs together, so she calmed down and continued.
The little girl was 9 year old Jennifer Garcia. She was kidnapped from school around 9 in the morning during an armed kidnapping which had left many, parents, teachers and students scared. The kidnappers had busted into the school, their guns drawn, and shot down anyone in their paths. Four children, all 9 and 10 years old, a janitor, and the assistant principal had been shot. No one had died, though the assistant principal and a nine year old little boy were still in critical but stable condition.
The majority of the morning was spent with the 21st Chicago Police Precinct Intelligence unit doing all they could to find any link to where this girl was now, or even why she was taken. Tensions rose like normal when a case like this popped up. It hit close to home for some as well.
Alvin had his own daughter kept at the back of his mind for motivational purposes. Voight with the kindness and compassion he showed only to children. Jay with his own experiences of children who had died far too young, and dealing with those who had killed them.
It was around noon and the Intelligence unit, for the first time all morning, had a lead on the four men who had decided to kidnap the girl. It was really a fluke of luck in Erin's opinion, that she had stumbled across the fact that Jennifer was adopted. Instead of being a Garcia, Jennifer was at one point in her short life a Cruz. In fact, Jay was able to track down exactly who her father and mother were.
Hernando and Penelope Cruz. Penelope had died earlier that year when Hernando decided to 'quit' a gang he was affiliated with, the Latin Kings. In the process of doing so, he had stolen over a million dollars in 'King's' money, and now the gang was out for revenge. Penelope had been shot down by a few members of the gang in a drive by shooting, and Hernando went ape shit, going and killing three high ranking members of the gang before he was apprehended by the police.
Voight and Olinsky went to interrogate Hernando and had come back around two.
With information.
"Alright, so we are fairly certain that this is gang related. Hernando conveniently misplaces one mil, then decides to quit The Kings. If we think it's suspicious, then we can assume The Kings did. So they went after his wife." Olinsky started, posting two photos on the board. The rest of the Intelligence unit turned their chairs and bodies towards the whiteboard, stopping what they were doing to get everyone on the same page.
"So they went after Jennifer?" Ruzek asked, pointing to the first picture they had posted on the board. It was a picture of a beautiful little girl. She had long, curly brown hair with hazel skin that glowed with the innocence of a child. Her almond eyes stared up at the camera, willing the photographer to smile.
"That's what Mr. Cruz is thinking." Voight replied from his perch on Lindsay's desk.
"But the adoption was closed, no way could they have gotten that information. We barely got that information." Antonio objected from across the room, near the stairs where he laid against the wall.
"Dude, its The King's we're talking about. They have someone on the inside everywhere." Jay said, not turning from the board as he studied it. "I have a CI that's in on The King's, he gave me a call earlier and said that he might know who one of the men who kidnapped Jennifer is." Jay got up and walked to the door and taped a photo of a small, but well-built hispanic man, an earring hanging out of his left ear, and a scar right above his right eye. "Elido Rico."
"Do you have an address?" Voight asked.
Jay nodded as he turned back to Voight. Voight rolled the information in his head and went with it.
"It's the only thing we got, vest up. We leave in two minutes."
Just like that, the merry band of misfits jumped into action. Grabbing their coats, and the coats to go over their coats, the team left the precinct.
Like normal, they didn't have a warrant to warrant their way into a situation of just grabbing the man, and running him back to the precinct, but all the rules flew out the window the moment Jay began to pound on his door, Erin, Ruzek, and Antonio behind him. Alvin and Olinsky deciding to run around and cover the back.
Moments later, bullets ripped through the walls, windows, and doors of the rundown shack-like building. Jay yelped but quickly dived backwards along with the rest of the Intelligence unit.
It was a mad dash for cover, and as soon as cover was established the team began to fire back. Over the radios they heard the faint call from Voight to cease fire and they all did. Moments later, the gunshots stopped completely. The team began to stand up from their awkward cover positions. Antonio stood up from behind the metal trash can, Erin bounced up from behind the unfortunate car that happened to be at the end of the driveway, and Ruzek and Jay slowly walked back from around the house.
The four looked each other over, and Erin wasn't blind to the blood that was running down Halsteads left arm and into the good foot of snow beneath him. Jay saw the looks of his companions.
"The amount of coats I have on probably saved my arm from any more damage. Just a scratch." Jay commented.
Erin walked over to help remove the jackets while Antonio and Ruzek busted through the front door only to come face to face with Olinsky and Voight's unconventional way of making someone talk. They quickly ran back out of the house and went to call for backup and somewhere along the lines, an ambulance.
"It's not that bad." Jay griped as Erin continued to push against his still bleeding triceps.
"Yea, well we will just let a medical professional be the boss of that shall we?" Erin asked, not really looking for an answer.
"At least let me put a jacket back on." Jay asked, the only thing protecting his arms and torso being a light long sleeved shirt.
Erin rolled her eyes.
"You know, for a man who served in Afghanistan, you sure do complain about the cold a lot."
"Contrary to popular belief, you don't just learn to live with the cold, you learn how to battle it. How to keep warm- ow!"
Jay's rant was cut short with Lindsay pressing down just a little bit harder on the wound.
True to his word, all the medics had to do was wrap the deep gouge, with a hint of advice to go with them and get it stitched up. After signing the waiver, Jay quickly wrapped himself back up in his jackets and walked over to the group of detectives surrounding the house, specifically, his team.
"So what did you all get?" Jay addressed the question to Voight and Olinsky, but it was Antonio who answered.
"How are you?"
"Really?" Jay asked, raising an eyebrow, and letting a small smirk play through.
"Forget it." Antonio replied, and Voight looked Halstead up and down then shrugged.
"We might have a location on the girl's whereabouts." Voight answered.
Jay's head leaned forwards a bit, and his eyebrows rose substantially as he squinted his eyes together. "Than what the hell are we still doing here?" Voight gave him a warning look, than continued on.
"The address he gave doesn't exist. But the area he listed is a warehouse district, and there are two buildings in the area that describe where he and his boys took Jennifer. We were waiting for you, we need all the manpower we can get." Jay accepted this answer, then went to turn to Erin's car when Voight's hand wrapped around Jay's uninjured upper right arm. "Can you shoot a gun?" He asked Halstead seriously.
"Always sir."
That was around 5:30 pm.
SO what did you all think? Want the rest of this story? Well, fortunately for you all, this story is already finished. The next chapter will be posted this weekend and then we will see about the last two chapters.
Another thing I have been up to. If you like injured Erin and Jay, I suggest you go check out Say Something by Bubbly Belle I am the co author of that story, and I am so excited for it and how it will turn out!
So if you guys all want to leave a review, that would be fantastic, they make my heart flutter and make me feel so much better. So please please please?
Yes? Thanks! You guys have a great one, and see you this weekend.