REMEDY

Notes: Fanficiton Writing Challenge.

This story has many diffrent authors from all over the world who each will contribute a chapters that builds off the one before it.
Rated T ( for now )

Updated every Sunday.

Authors: Youknowitall, Fromthewild-north, Justkillingtimewhileiwait, aguscha333, cb150681, Laurabelle2930 (In the order the chapters were written )

Chapter 1 by Youknowitall

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REMEDY

Beginnings

Jay Halstead hadn't expected to find his true love at two in the morning in a shady bar in downtown Chicago, and he certainly didn't expect it to happen the way that it did.

His day had started out quietly. He woke up alone to the always, empty apartment. He had gotten used to it by now, but that didn't mean he liked it. Ever since he had gotten back from war, he had lived in that same place. Today he had an interview for a new job in a special unit of the Chicago police department, under Sargent Hank Voight. He hated to be a snitch, but he didn't really have a choice. His brother, Will, had made some bad choices over the last few months, after their mom died, and now to keep him out of jail, Jay had to go undercover to find evidence against Hank Voight. Hank Voight was in prison for stealing money from a crime scene, and now people upstairs were wondering how he got out so quickly. The other lingering issue was how he managed to get his own unit. Jay wasn't interested in all that, he only wanted to get his brother out of the mess he'd created. He was all that was left of his family. So that was it. That was the only reason he was going to join the unit in the first place. At least that was what he thought that morning. The plan was to get the job and get close to a girl named Erin, the daughter of the Sargent. He had it all planned out in his head, this was going to be a quick fix to his brothers problems. Nothing an ex military like him couldn't handle. He prepared himself to go undercover and for just a split second his mind drifted back to the war he was in, what he had lost and had tried to forget over these past month. He ordered his thoughts and stepped into the shower.

The hot water ran down his dark blonde hair and down over his muscular body. He took his time, letting the water cleanse him, as he tried to rid the sins he had yet to commit. His mind wandered back to the places he wanted to so badly forget but somehow couldn't. The water got colder, he pushed the handle to regulate the temperature water so it would get hot again but it didn't work. "Really?" He shouted out. Why was that always happening to him. Something must have been wrong with the boiler. He made a mental note to call the landlord after work.

He got out of the shower and into a pair of dark jeans and a dark shirt. The fabric of the shirt hugged his broad chest. He pulled his leather jacket out of the closet and walked out into the still dark and quiet street. The air was cold on his skin as he sat on his bike. The drive wasn't long and after seventeen minutes he reached his destination. The 21st Precinct. He parked his bike behind the building and walked to the front door, his steps up the stairs were heavy, Jay knew that this was his only chance to save his brother and he couldn't let this opportunity slip away. He would do what he came to do and nothing would distract or stop him, at least that's what he thought. This was it, this was his last mission, he wouldn't screw this up.

Although it was still early morning and the streets were cold and empty the precinct was crowded, and as soon as he opened the door, loud voices invaded his ears. The front desk was big and made out of dark wood. An older woman with a stern face was standing behind it. Her nameplate said Platt. A smile formed on his lips as he stepped forward.

"Excuse me, I'm Jay Halstead, I have an appointment with Hank Voight." The older Lady looked him up and down before rolling her eyes and moving her hand to point to a cage door up the stairs. He nodded and walked up.

An hour later he stepped out of Voight's office. The Sargent hadn't gone easy on him but he didn't mind, he tried to stick mostly to the truth, only lying when it was necessary. He couldn't risk getting caught. When he knew one thing it was that too many lies would risk the operation.

"Listen up everyone, this is Jay Halstead. He is the newest member of this unit and he will be Lindsay's new partner. Don't bust his balls too much," Voight said and walked back into his office.

Jay Halstead introduced himself to the other members of the team. There was Antonio Dawson, Adam Ruzek, Kevin Atwater, Alvin Olinsky and Nadia Decotis. The team seemed to be nice. But he noticed that his new partner wasn't in yet. He glanced over to his new partners desk a few times.

"She's undercover at the moment." He heard Antonio say next to him.

Jay snapped out of his thoughts and turned around to face him.

"Didn't Voight tell you?" Antonio added.

Jay shook his head, "No, he didn't..."Jay answered and his gaze wandered to the offices' now closed door.

The worst part of it all was all the paperwork. He had to fill out form after form for only god knows what. He was just glad when his first day was over. He decided not to ask to many questions on his first day. So when he finally finished up at nine in the evening, he gathered his stuff out of the locker, before quietly walking out into the night. The sky high above the city was clear and beautiful, a few stars looking down at him from above. To him it almost seemed like they where shining in judgement of his past and future sins. The others had gone to Molly's a few hours ago, but he had declined the offer to come along. After everyone had left he tried to go through Voight's desk drawer, but he couldn't find a damn thing. So he finished up the remaining paper work. Maybe his plan wouldn't go as easily as he had thought.

He went home.

It was already after midnight when he got a call from his intel. He asked a CI who was honestly an old army friend of his to find the girl he was supposed to investigate. He heard she liked to party so to find her he got the word out on the street. He said they'd spotted Erin at a bar. He took that as a sign. Jay put on some clothes and made his way over to the place. He stood outside for a while checking the exits and watching people leave the dirty place. As a pair of drunk guys opened the door and stumbled outside as he went in. The air was heavy, smelling of alcohol and cigarettes, and there was a light dust hanging in the air. Given the hour, and the fact that the bar was still full of people, most of them were drunk or high, it didn't surprise him given what kind of environment he was in. He made his way over to the bar, when he suddenly came to a halt. In front of him sat the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her curly hair hung loose around her head, the blonde strains in her brown hair glowed in the dim light. He could tell that she was not very tall but skinny, which was probably caused by the alcohol and drugs she must have been on. She was almost too skinny for his liking. She was talking to a guy who was sitting next to her, his hand resting on her knee. She seemed to enjoy whatever the guy said because her face broke into the most perfect smile he had ever seen. Jay narrowed his eyes, he wanted that smile just for himself. He was just standing there, in the middle of the bar starring at her. He somehow forgot how to move. He could tell that the guy was bad news, he was tall with black hair, his jeans were torn in a few places. His body leaned forward as he steadied himself with a hand on her leg. Jay's jaw clenched. He wanted to punch him just for having his hand on her knee. What the hell was going on with him? He was on a goddamn assignment! He tried to focus again, tried to get his mind straight again. He blinked a few times and was about to turn around to look for his target when her head turned and she looked right at him. Her eyes locked with his and for just a few seconds it felt like they where the only people in the whole universe. Nobody else. The intensity in the moment was broken when she looked away, down at the drink in her hand.

It hit him! He'd seen a picture of Erin once in the file they showed him when they told him about the job. It was an old picture and it showed a young Erin with long brown hair, pale skin and big eyes.

Jay turned around shaking his head. No this was not happening. He had to leave the bar to think about the events of this night. He ran his hand through his hair and turned around one last time, but Erin and the guy weren't at the bar anymore. They must have left while he tried to get his shit back together. He punched the wall next to the exit, angry at himself as he left the bar.

She was his target! She was Erin! She was the girl in the picture. She looked so different now. Like live happened to her and not a good way, and he wondered how her Dad, a Sargent could have let this happen to his daughter. Why wasn't he dragging her home? Getting her a place in rehab? She's old enough to make her own choices the voice in his head said. He shook his head again, trying to get rid of the thoughts that were attaching him to a woman that he had seen only once in some dingy darkened bar. But somehow he couldn't, he couldn't get rid of the picture of her in his head or how her smile looked on her hollow face. Her eyes told a story when she looked at him. He could see her pain. See the trouble she'd gotten herself into. You don't know if she's in trouble he thought to himself but deep inside he knew she was. He couldn't explain it. It was like there was a connection between him and her in that dark place. Without noticing he drove his bike into the driveway of his apartment building. He got of the bike and stepped inside of the building.

This was not happening he thought again. "She is the operation" he whispered into the dark bedroom.

He was lying on his back starring at the ceiling of his bedroom, it was dark but he still could see the wall and the shadow of the lamp high above him. Jay tried to order his thoughts. He crossed his arms behind his head and started to think about the facts he learned today when another thought entered his mind.

When was he going to meet his new partner? What was she like? could he trust her? Detective Lindsay her name was Voight had said. He never heard of her so she must be new in the unit, just like him.

It was still early in the morning when he finally fell asleep.