Well hello fellow lindstead lovers!

I'm actually really excited about this story. Although the premise is kind of a team fic, it will be primarily Erin and Jay, since I just love them so much.

I started this a while ago, but I've left it so long because I've been writing as much of it as I can. I'm happy to say that I have the basis of it written, so I should just have to tweak parts here and there - Meaning relatively fast updates! I don't particularly like writing action, so some of this has been quite challenging, so I hope you guys will forgive me if those parts aren't the greatest.

I always suck at determining timelines, so I'll just say this fic is situated a few months after the finale, and Erin and Kelly are still together. (For now... Wink wink.)

The title of this story is from Kris Allen's amazing tune 'Out Alive.'

I hope you enjoy it!

They'd performed cases like this one hundreds of times. It was supposed to be an easy bust; break in the door, grab Sanchez and throw his drug-wielding ass into the back of a not-so comfy cop car. It was supposed to be easy.

Erin and Jay took their usual position at the front of the building, manning the main entrance and anticipating any arrivals. It was slowly getting dark and the moon was low, and a light wind whirled around them. Jay listened into his receiver, retaining the information that Voight and Dawson were round the back, armed and ready. Olinsky chimed in that they had inside overhead visuals. Sanchez was on the upper floor back building, and Voight was ready to take him down.

"Lindsay, Halstead. Front's yours. On my count." Erin nodded at Jay upon receiving their Sergeant's orders through her receiver. They hustled towards the door and she remained on Jay's left, like always. The seconds passed fleetingly, and the only sound Erin could hear was the grinding of her own teeth. She knew their job; bust in the front, take down as many as possible and act as a main distraction while Hank and Antonio reached Sanchez. It was supposed to be easy.

On Voight's command, Jay kicked in the fragile lock to the warehouse entrance and the door flew off the hinges, bashing off the ground and unsettling a layer of dust. They knew the front entrance hadn't been used in a while, it was displayed only as a distraction; conveying the building to be nothing but an abandoned old warehouse. That didn't prepare the detectives for the thick air and musty smell.

"Chicago PD," Jay barked, feeling Erin right behind him. "Drop your weapons! hands where I can see them!" Men scattered before them and Lindsay started firing, sending everyone into a fit of frenzy. Jay heard a shot to his left, then to his right.

"Drop your weapons!" A few men dropped their guns, while others just stopped altogether. Hands firm on his gun, Jay charged forward. That was until he felt a hand grasping his shoulder and the barrel of a gun pressed to the middle of his back.

"Drop the gun." He heard a booming voice in his ear, and popped his elbow up after the words. He made contact and the guy stumbled backwards, clutching his nose. Before Jay could turn around the assailant was back in action, throwing a fist to Halstead's ribs, then followed with a few more punches for good measure. The wind was knocked out of him, and the gun out of his hands, and Jay stumbled slightly, before feeling the pressure of the gun into his side.

He was pushed along a dark corridor, the sounds of shouting and shooting becoming quieter with each step he took. The corridor felt endless, but by the time he was pushed to the end, Jay was ready for action again.

The handgun sat on his hip and he whipped it out in one fluid motion, pushing the guy with a hold on him backwards for a moment. Before Jay could even so much sit his finger comfortably on the trigger though, his hand was twisted backwards and the weapon fell to the ground.

He was finally thrown into a small, cubicle of a room at the end of the corridor, the barrel of the gun staring him down. He looked at the guy, then at the gun. He was planning to act again; if it was one on one, he could totally take him.

That's when they brought her in. 'Escorted' by two larger men, Erin was held by either arm. Jay immediately turned his head to her and took in her hardened expression. Her lip was bleeding, and he hoped that's the only injury she was sporting.

He looked for traces of fear in her eyes, but she just looked angry. That, and determined.

Held in the doorway, Lindsay reacted in a heartbeat. Jay watched with almost amazement as she flicked out a foot into the left guy's shin, knocking him down, where she proceeded to snatch the handgun from his grip and bring a knee quickly to his chin, sending him down cold. Instantly, she brought the weapon round and the smack of it against the right's guy's cheek echoed throughout the room. As he stumbled, she brought a knee to his groin. And she was far from gentle.

It all took place in about three seconds. But that was evidently too long. As she whipped her head back, she barely had a breath left, although she really needed one right about then. Jay was on his knees, and the guy standing above him had one hand fisting his hair, holding his head steady and another gripped tightly round a handgun exactly like Erin's.

The gun quivered in her hands slightly, and she hoped he wouldn't notice.

"Wanna see his brains smeared across the wall?" He smirked, pulling taught on Halstead's hair. Erin watched Jay wince slightly, but his eyes were steady. "Drop the gun." His thick, Spanish accent bounced off the thick walls and echoed round Lindsay's head.

"He's bluffing." Jay spoke confidently, directly to his partner. "Take the shot." She brought the gun up slightly, steadying her posture. Both hands were wrapped around the weapon and her finger rested almost inevitably on the trigger. Her tongue shot out to lick her lips as she desperately tried to think what to do.

"Take the shot, Lindsay." Jay repeated, too calmly for her liking. The gun was pressed further into his head, so much so that Erin watched the reddening of flesh.

"You willing to risk it?" The guy's smug tone was seriously starting to piss Erin off. But as she watched his finger dip onto the surface of the trigger, she knew what she had to do. "Drop it, and slide it over."

Her shoulders relaxed and she exhaled slowly, a sense of defeat lacing her previously composed state. She lowered her body and placed the gun in front of her, and as she stood up, kicked it over to the sleazy guy holding a glock pistol to her partner's skull. Her eyes flickered to Jay's, and she wanted to scream at the disappointment in them.

"Good. Now you want this to go smoothly, you're gonna do what I say." He picked up the gun on the floor and pushed Jay away in one slick movement, edging to the centre of the room where he pointed each weapon at each detective.

"Fuentes. Niebla." The two men, now notably named Fuentes and Niebla, stirred and attempted to bring themselves up. Jay wanted to smile; he knew the damage a determined Erin Lindsay could inflict. "Please, men. You have embarrassed me." Before the two could defend themselves, two shots were fired, and both fell lifelessly back to the ground. Erin shook at the sound of the shots.

If Jay wasn't hesitant about taking on the guy with two handguns in his palms before, he certainly was now. There was no way he could get both weapons out of his palms and let him and Lindsay walk out alive at this point.

Almost robotically, two more Spanish men grazed their presence, holding AK-48's and unfortunately for the two detectives, a large rope.

Jay's breathing was heavy as he turned to look at Erin, hoping she had some idea of how they were gonna get out of this.

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