So here's the scoop. This is going to be a series of one shots, focusing on Jay whump. Each one will focus on Jay and another member of Intelligence but I'm sure everyone will be in each story at some point. We can only hope that I actually finish it. I have bits and pieces for the next couple I want to do. I hope you like it.

I don't own any of these characters or any part of Chicago PD, except my love for the show. Okiloveyoubyebye

BURGESS POV

I'm on my way back from the Ivory Tower when I get a hit on the car we think was involved in Jay's kidnapping. I call it in to Voight and follow at a safe distance, updating Voight as I go. We eventually end up in the warehouse district. They get out of the car and it's the Marcus brothers. "Voight it's them." Voight answers, "Hold Burgess." I sigh in frustration and don't realize my com is open. Voight one ups my frustration, "I said…HOLD Burgess." "Copy that Sarge." Carl Marcus walks over and opens the only door I can see into the warehouse then goes back to the car to help the younger brother, Pete Marcus with his heavy burden. It's Jay. They drag him out of the car like a sack of potatoes and let him fall to the gravel. He's unconscious. "Sarge, they have Jay. He's unconscious but that'a all I can see." "Copy that." "Voight, VOIGHT! How far out are you?" "15 minutes. I'll put out a city wide. The 61st will get there before us. Wait for them to go in. I repeat, Burgess, wait for them to go in." "Copy that." A few seconds later I hear the citywide and breathe a small sigh of relief. Then, not 10 seconds later, the citywide is cancelled. What the Fuck. "Voight, they canceled the city wide. What's going on?" "HOLD." Ughhhhhh!

VOIGHT POV

The address Kim gave was well outside of the district. I call in a citywide for help but knew it wouldn't be coming when, moments later, it's canceled. We're on our own and I know why. Denny. That motherfucker would risk Halstead's life for his vendetta against me. That was the mistake that would end all this shit between us. Denny just dug himself a hole. No one fucks with my team and gets away with it. If Denny wants to come after me fine. Let the chips fall where they may. Let the lowest motherfucker win. But you don't mess with one of my detectives and get away with it. There's a low below the low I know and I will go there for Halstead. Denny will pay whether Jay comes out of this or not.

BURGESS POV

I'm "kind of" holding but not really. I had reluctantly sat in the car waiting for Voight's orders until the brothers grabbed Jay under the arms and dragged his unconscious body into the warehouse and shut the door. That's when I stopped "holding" and decided that doing some recon would be okay. I was outside the door where they disappeared with Jay and when I tried it, it was unlocked. Yay! Shit. This is a new situation for me and now I had a definite choice, wait for backup or with a locked door I could go in for Jay - a no brainer in my opinion but I wasn't going in blind. I slide over to the one window on this side of the building and look in through the lower left corner. I had a pretty good view of 90% of the room since it was a wide open warehouse. Jay laying unconscious in the middle of it. Shit. God, Jay…The problem with being able to see 90% of the room was, no cover, anywhere… and fuck, where had the Marcus brothers gone - they just disappeared. I ducked down, my heart racing even more than it was a second ago. I check my surroundings. They hadn't come out the door they'd gone in. I scanned the area were they parked - they weren't behind me. When I look through the window again they are there, walking towards Jay. One carrying rope, the other a chair. They're arguing about something.

"Voight, eta," I whisper. "10 minutes Kim, hold."

"Sir, with all do respect…"

"Burgess I said hold. Now, what do ya got?"

I quietly update him as I continue to watch the brothers throw Jay into the chair and tie him to it. "Halstead is unconscious but alive, don't know the extent of his injuries except for definite head wound. Both Marcus brothers in view. I'm located south side of the building near standard entrance that is unlocked. There are no visible windows in my view of the north side of the warehouse or northeast side. There is a 20 ft rolling railroad door on the north side of the building that is off its tracks and looks immovable. There is no cover inside the warehouse that I can see without opening the door they went in."

"Kim, dammit, I said hold."

"I'm holding, I'm holding. Just get here." "

"Less than10 minutes out. Coming in silent."

"Copy that."

The Marcus brothers had their backs to her and were focused on Jay. They were saying something to him that I couldn't hear. It must have pissed them off because it earned Jay a jab in the ribs and before he could catch his breath a right to the head. Jay's head flew back and then came back to rest on his chest. There was more arguing between the brothers before Carl roughly lifted Jay's head up by his hair. He screamed in Jay's face while Jay just smirked at him through the blood running down from the new cut above his eye and his split lip. Impatient, Pete Marcus pushes this brother out of the way and grabs Jay by the throat cutting off his air. I can see Jay gasping and in pain from the grip this guy has on his neck. Suddenly, not liking the response from Jay, to whatever question he asks, he whips out a hunting knife and drives it down through Jay's thigh. Jay's head is thrown back in a silent scream. Fuck.

"Voight I'm going in. They've stabbed him in the leg."

"We're there Kim. 3 minutes, Burgess we're there."

I quickly and quietly step through the door and make my way silently towards the brothers. Gun drawn. Jay's head had fallen back to his chest but he lifts it now and I know he must see me coming up behind the brothers. Jay spits at the closest brother, "Fuck you, you motherfucker." Jay turns to the sibling, "Your ugly brother is a motherfucker. How do you stand for that… and are you jealous your mother didn't choose you?" That, earns Jay a couple more body blows and whack to the side of the head with the butt end of the knife. Jay's distraction tactics are working. A couple of more yards and I'll be close enough to take them out if I have to, without them having a chance to kill Jay in the process.

"I'm sick of this shit. Just kill him. He's not going to tell us." Again the knife quickly comes down into Jays leg and again Jay throws his head back in agony.

"Freeze! Chicago PD, put your hands where I can see them." One brother makes a move closer to Jay and I pull the trigger and put a bullet through his heart. The last brother grabs Jay by the hair, putting a knife to his throat. "Drop your gun or I slit his throat." Jay looks me in the eye and then winks-you've got this. The brother moves the knife against Jay's throat, drawing a bead of blood. I don't hesitate. I put a bullet through his brain.

The momentum of the dead brother's fall tips the chair over sideways and Jay hits the floor with a grunt. I get down on my hands and knees and look into Jay's pain filled eyes. "Jay, Jay, you with me?"

"Chicago PD!" Voight yells out as the team comes storming into the building, guns drawn. Sealing the perimeter and making their way to us. Erin is requesting an ambulance as she walks over.

"You're ok. I got you." I put my hand on Jay's shoulder, lean over and cut the ropes that tie his hands. I look back into Jay's face. His eyes are closed, "Jay. Jay. Look at me." I put my hand on his cheek, "You're ok. I got you. You're gunna be ok."

He grins. "Hey Kiiiim. You did good, girl." I laugh, "Whew, thanks, ya, you too. You sure are good at pissing people off. Nice distraction." He takes a deep breath and then winces his smile, "Yup. Ya know what they say, 'gotta do what your good at.'" His focus shifts to Voight, "Nice timing there Sarge." and then gives me a wink. Jay groans and rolls on to his back. Either the look Voight just gave Jay for his smart ass remark can cause pain or the adrenaline has worn off cuz suddenly Jay is in a tremendous amount of pain.

Voight holsters his gun and kneels on the other side of Jay. With one hand he takes over for me, putting pressure on Jay's stab wounds and the other, he rests on the top of jays head. "Stay with us kid. Stay with us. Ambos coming." And with that Jay lets himself pass out, knowing he is safe in the hands of his team.

24 hours later

KIM'S POV

Erin and I are are all sitting around Jay's bed talking, while he lays in his drug induced, partial slumber and Will checks his wounds. Everyone else is aware of what's going on but ignoring it. They continue their stupid, boy conversation, in which Erin, oddly enough, is holding her own, even when she is distracted by her partner and needs to reach out and touch his shoulder, for her own comfort as much as his. I catch her eye across the bed. Her and Jay are more than partners and she knows that I know. I smile at her and she smiles back. Her secret is safe with me.

Will has gotten used to doing these checks on Jay with us in the room - he knows we aren't leaving until Jay leaves with us. I'm hyper aware of what's going on around me and ignoring it at the same time. I can't stop staring at Jay and what Will is going. I'm not being all, stalker, crazy, drooling girl because Jay isn't wearing a shirt and Will's pulled the sheet down for the examination. I don't see Jay like that. He's like my cool older brother, so yuck. No, I can't stop staring because he's here. I saved him. But I almost didn't. I watch as Will palates Jay's abdomen and that is the thought that keeps spinning in my head - 'But I almost didn't.' My head spins: Did I go in too late? Could I have gone in earlier? If so when should I have gone in and what damage could have been prevented. I stare and my head spins. You can see the amount of bruising on his chest and stomach so I guess Will is still worried about internal bleeding. Jay said, when he came to, that they had worked him over a bit when they grabbed him outside of Molly's, hence the 3 cracked ribs.

He's got 7 stitches above his eye and a split lip that keeps opening up because when he's awake he won't stop talking. Which we all agree is pretty entertaining him being high on pain meds and all. The cut on his neck is "superficial" and didn't even need stitches, just a band-aid. A Spongebob one at that. I don't think Jay knows though, since he can't see it. Will is pretty funny, especially when it comes to his brother. Any opportunity to kid or embarrass Jay he is going to seize upon. Will checks the stitches on Jay's thigh from the stab wounds. They took him into surgery for that. It wasn't a major surgery but surgery it was and when I think about it my head just spins more about the should haves and the could haves.

Will's done checking his brother. The sheet is pulled back up just above Jay's waist and Adam and Kevin have left to raid the cafeteria on our behalf. The conversation has grown a bit quieter without the two motormouths in the room. Erin is giving Antonio a hard time about something and Hank and Al share a rare laugh about something, probably stupid, that Adam did last night in the cafeteria.

So I just sit and watch Jay sleep. Stare at his injuries and go over in my head about what I could have done differently. When Adam and Kevin come back, they divvy up half the cafeteria between the team. In the feeding frenzy that ensues, a muffin is put next to my hand where I nervously pick at the sheets on Jay's bed. I'm staring at one of the darker bruises on his chest and don't notice that he's awake until he pushes my muffin off the bed and then touches my hand. He looks me in the eye for a moment and then gives my hand a tug. I move closer. He takes his thumb and brushes the tear off my cheek that I hadn't realized had fallen. "Stop it." He smiles. "Get out of that head of your's. It's not a safe place to be without back up." I give him an 'almost' smile back. "You did good Kim." He wipes another tear as I nod my head and shrug, trying to hold it together. I want to believe him but don't know if I can. "Hey, I'm here aren't I? You did perfect." I laugh. Now that, I definitely can't believe but I think I know what he is saying. I think he's made it possible for me to believe that I did ok. I nod and smile and then frown, "You pushed my muffin on the floor." Annnnd, there's that smirk, "It was a bran muffin." He grabs the fries out of Adam's hand and gives them to me. "Hey, those are mine." "No, they're Kim's. She saved my life." He grabs the fry that Adam was just about to eat and pops it in his mouth. "You, Ruzek, can have the bran muffin."