BONDED

AUTHOR'S NOTE/DISCLAIMER

I know I stated on my profile that I wouldn't upload stories unless they were complete, but I changed my mind about that. This is a werewolf AU of Chicago Fire, Med, and PD. All familiar characters belong to Dick Wolf and NBC. I only own the plot. Uses charries from multiple seasons.

Kelly blew out a breath as he traipsed into the firehouse, station Fifty-One. It had been another hard one and they had lost a couple of people in the fire. That always hurt. He hated it when they lost people and unfortunately, that had happened more than once. As he headed for the common room, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Matt head over to one of their paramedics, Gabby, and she wrapped him in a hug. Kelly couldn't help the smile that crossed his features. The two of them had created their own pack a few months back, bonding themselves to each other and swearing to protect each other no matter what. That didn't mean that the packs they had been in previously wouldn't stand by them, but they were expected to stand on their own two feet when it came to certain matters. And they were good for each other, gave each other someone to lean on. A part of him wished that he had what they did. He missed being part of a pack. Seeing their lieutenant stare at them, Shay nudged him.

"Hey. You could have something like that if you'd actually choose a pack," she stated.

"I won't submit to an Alpha, Shay. You know that," he answered and she made a face.

"Okay I know I'm only the liaison between wolves and humans which means I'm not privy to the nuances of the bonding and submitting rituals, but from what you told me, he was the exception, not the rule," she answered.

"Regardless, it's not happening," he stated. "I'm not taking that chance," he answered.

"Okay," she agreed, suppressing a sigh. She knew that there was no arguing with him when he got like this. Not that she could blame him with everything that he had been through in the last pack he had been in. They had treated him horribly and now the man was completely gun-shy when it came to joining packs. Still, it didn't mean that she didn't wish that there was something that she could do to convince him to change his mind. She just wanted him to be happy. Was that so wrong? Still, she knew she couldn't push it. And she wouldn't. It wasn't like she could say that she knew what he had gone through or that it wouldn't happen again. For all they knew, it could happen again, which was exactly why Kelly refused to join a pack. But she also knew that as much as he tried to pretend otherwise, he wasn't happy. And she wanted him to be happy. Hopefully, he'd have that soon and she wouldn't have to watch him moping around so much. Kelly glanced at Matt and Gabby again and then went into his office, shutting the door behind him. He then sat in the chair behind his desk and let out a heavy sigh. He knew Shay was right, it would be better for him to join a new pack then staying a Loner. But he couldn't take the chance of things turning out like they had with Pridgen. He had snapped from his old Alpha for a good reason and he wasn't going to put himself in that position ever again. And besides, it wasn't like he didn't have any bonds with other werewolves. Every wolf in this house shared a connection and since he hadn't isolated himself from other wolves, there was no fear of him going Feral, which was the real reason that Kelly suspected that he hadn't gotten a chewing out from any of the head Alphas in the city. He hadn't caused a problem for them so they didn't care what he did or didn't do. And that was just fine with him. He didn't need anyone sticking their nose into his business. He didn't need a pack. Did he sometimes want to be part of one? Sure. But he didn't need one. Pushing these thoughts away, Kelly pulled out the incident report and began filling it out. Meanwhile, Erin and her partner Jay were chasing two guys-Dylan Walsh and Frank Gaffney-down a Chicago street, with Jay giving their location via dispatch. Damn, why don't we just overtake them? We both know we can, Jay wondered. Because it's Hank rule that we don't use our advantage against humans except in extreme cases, Erin replied. Right. Forgot, Jay said quietly, causing the female detective to grin. Like hell he had forgotten. He just didn't like doing things slowly. As if knowing what she was thinking, Jay grinned at her. Yeah, he liked the action. What could he say? It stemmed from his time in the Army Rangers. But Hank Voight was Alpha and he'd do as he said.

"Stop! CPD!" Erin shouted again. However, the two men just kept running. Ugh! This is annoying, she thought to herself. She was almost tempted to just use her wolf speed and catch up to them. However, she knew that if she did that when there was another way, Hank would get upset. And the last thing she wanted to do was to upset the man, who was not only her Alpha, but basically a father. So yeah, she was doing this his way. And right now, his way included chasing after two mangy humans as if she couldn't actually catch them. Ugh! This sucks! she thought to herself. She could hardly wait until they caught these guys. Once they did that, they could get information from them about the drug ring that had just come to town. Hank wanted to nip this problem in the bud and so did she. She knew how bad drugs got for everyone-including wolves. Maybe especially for wolves. Okay, she was getting distracted. She needed to focus on getting these guys. But damn, she was tired of chasing them like she was just another human. Hearing quick footsteps approaching, she smiled. It was Antonio. He was coming back around to help catch the suspects. It looked like Hank's idea was working. The two guys would be caught and then they could work on getting a lead. The suspects quickened their pace, only to have their escape blocked off.

"Going somewhere?" Antonio queried and the two guys just let out a sigh and put up their hands, allowing Antonio and Erin to cuff them before they were lead to the police cruisers and put in them. As Erin drove back to the station, Jay leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes as a small smile graced his lips. They had gotten them. That was one part of the plan that was through. Now they just needed to get information from these guys. And if anyone could do it, it was this team. Especially Voight. Voight. He still couldn't believe that joining him and his pack had been so easy. Hank Voight could be a scary bastard at times, but he cared about his pack and took care of them, often shielding them from anything that could harm them. All in all, he was a good Alpha.

"Whatcha thinking?" Erin queried. That I can't believe joining you guys was so easy, Jay replied. You thought it'd be hard? she asked. With his rep, yeah. At this, Erin nodded. Yeah, she could understand where Jay was coming from. Noting the look between the two officers, Dylan and Frank looked at each other uneasily. What was that all about? Their arresting officers hadn't said anything, but they had gotten the feeling that they had just had a silent conversation. It was weird. Oh well. It wasn't like it was any of their business. No, their business was keeping their mouths shut so that their boss wasn't implicated in anything. Not that they would purposely say anything, but they had heard that certain cops could make anyone talk about anything and everything with just one look and they had no idea if these were two of those type of cop, though it certainly appeared that they were. And that was bad. They didn't want to be in the same room as weird cops that could make them talk in any way they wanted. However, they were soon at the precinct and they were put in two different interrogation rooms, much to their dismay. Great. Now what? Dylan wondered. He didn't want to be here. But at least these guys didn't have anything to hold him on. If he just kept his mouth shut, he'd be fine. In the other room, Frank's eyes flashed angrily. He couldn't believe he had been brought in like this! He had been promised that this drop would be simple and low risk. Instead, he and Dylan had been nabbed by the cops. Terrific. He didn't need this crap, but he also didn't know what he could do to get himself out this. Wait a minute. Cops made deals all the time. That's all he had to do: offer a deal and give up the guy that had hired them. Not that he had any idea if they would believe him, but it was worth a shot. And yes, he knew that there was a chance that he wouldn't be believed because of the guy's occupation, but he was just going to go with it. His reverie was broken when the door to the interrogation room opened and he saw an officer that he recognized-Sergeant Hank Voight. A man you didn't want to screw around with. Surely he would welcome the information. But of course he would have to play his cards right so that he got a good deal.

"What can you tell me about the new drugs that have hit the streets?" Voight queried. Hope he doesn't jerk me around, he thought to himself. It had taken them two months to get the lead with Dylan and Frank, and he was hoping that it wouldn't be another dead end. Someone was selling drugs in his city and he wanted them gone. They didn't need this crap around and he'd be damned if he'd let it stay.

"Well, I don't know who he is personally, but I've heard about him," Frank responded. Okay, so he was lying, but the cop didn't know that.

"Go on," Voight encouraged.

"First you grant me immunity and then we'll talk," he countered. Okay yes, he knew it was practically suicide to jerk Hank Voight around, but if he was going to be giving this man up, he wanted some insurance. After all, no one got something for nothing. Not even the mighty Hank Voight. To his surprise, the man leaned over and grabbed his shirt, pulling him close to him.

"No see, you got it wrong. I don't do deals. You either give me what I want right off the bat or I take you down to the Cage where I beat it out of you," he growled, causing the boy in front of him to gulp at the sudden tinge of brilliant gold in the man's eyes. Oh, great. He's one of them, he thought to himself. Yeah, okay, he wasn't going to screw around anymore.

"It's a firefighter. He works at Austin House…I think," he said quickly. He didn't want to die at this guy's hands and figured that if he just came clean, he'd have a better chance of survival. Hearing this, Hank's eyes flashed even more and he had to hold back a snarl. A firefighter. Terrific. That's just what they needed: a firefighter dealing drugs. He would never understand how they could wreck their lives and careers for that crap, but then again, he never understood why anyone would it in the first place. Still scowling, the police sergeant took out a piece of paper and a pen and thrust it at Frank.

"Write. Everything you know about this. Players, places of business…everything," he barked and the boy quickly went to do as he was told. Back at Firehouse 51, the alarm had gone off again, dispatch telling them about a structural fire, and the firefighters ran off. At the scene, Matt and Kelly assessed the situation and then went in, some of the others close behind them.

"Fire department! Call out!" Kelly shouted as he went deeper into the building, his ears pricked to pick up anything. Hearing a child's cry, he immediately headed towards it and found the little girl a short time later. Without even thinking, he went over to her, scooped her up in his arms, and headed back out. Seeing the firefighter coming, Gabby and Shay got the backboard ready and gently placed her on it, strapping her down as they loaded her into the ambulance. Afterwards, everyone headed got into their respective vehicles and headed back to the fire station, where Kelly headed back to his office, where he sat in his seat and immediately started on the incident report. Yeah, he could've waited, but he had always liked to write them up as soon as possible so that he didn't forget details. And besides that, you were supposed to do incident reports as soon as possible. When he was done a few minutes later, he leaned back in his seat and let out a sigh. He was glad his shift was almost over. He just wanted to go home and crash. Yes, he was a werewolf, which meant that his stamina was higher, but that didn't mean that he didn't get tired. And he was tired. Can hardly wait to get home, he thought to himself. Bed was sounding so good right now. But he'd have to wait for his shift to end. Once that happened, he could go home. And thankfully, it was almost done. He then forced these thoughts aside and looked at the clock. A few more minutes. It'd be a few more minutes. He just had to hold out until then. He could do that. When his shift was finally over, he went to the locker rooms where he changed into civilian clothes and then went to the parking lot, where he got in his black Camaro and then drove off, arriving at his apartment complex a few minutes later. He got out of the car and headed in. I should apologize to Shay. I shouldn't have been so short with her, he thought to himself. She had just been trying to be a good friend and didn't deserve to have him acting all rude to her. He pulled out his phone and began dialing her number. Suddenly, he caught sight of someone coming at him and he turned only to be met with a fist in the face. Before he knew what was happening, a small group of people were punching and kicking him. The Squad Lieutenant growled and allowed his eyes to shine a brilliant gold as he launched himself at one of his attackers. The man did the same and grabbed Kelly, tossing him over his shoulders and positioned himself so that he was straddling the firefighter almost as soon as he was on the ground. Kelly struggled against the hold, but the man's buddies held the lone wolf down as he snarled out a warning. Then, he let out a howl of pain as the man bit into his neck, sinking his fangs deep into the skin, drawing blood before pulling away.

"Pridgen says 'Hello'," the man smirked before punching him again. Then, he got up and they all ran off. Kelly moaned. Son of a bitch, he thought to himself. He should've known that Pridgen would send his lackeys to do something like this. Biting was his favorite punishment. Well, next to completely taking over a wolf's mind and making them do whatever he wanted. Which had been the main reason he had snapped from him as the severed connection would make this harder for the man to do, though not impossible. Pushing this thought away, he headed inside, dropping to his knees as a sharp, piercing pain coursed through him. Wolfsbane. But how? he wondered. If any of his attackers had ingested it or had it on their person, they would've been infected and in excruciating pain. Okay, the how didn't matter at the moment. What mattered was getting help. And he did need help. Summoning as much strength as he could, he climbed to his feet and headed for the door, stumbling. However, he had only made it a few feet before he collapsed as the room start to spin. This is bad, he thought to himself. Then, he closed his eyes and succumbed to the coming darkness.