AN: I haven't forgot my other story. I just really wanted to write this story. It is almost finished so I hope to update it regularly.
Lindsay glanced in the rear view mirror of the unmarked car she was driving. Three cars back was a black sedan which she swore was following them. She changed lanes suddenly, flipped around a corner.
"What are doing?" Halstead asked from the seat beside her, "Paulie's is the other way."
"I know," she said slowing down and turning another corner, "we were being followed."
"Really? By who?"
"I don't know," she pulled back onto the main road and kept driving, "they're gone now."
They pulled into the parking lot at Paulie's, and went inside to collect the team's lunch order. The food wasn't ready yet so they sat down at a table and started talking about their current case. It was a slow week so far, which was a good and bad thing. Slow meant no one needed their help, slow meant they could catch up on paperwork, but slow also made everyone start to go a little stir crazy. Ordering lunch was a reason to get out of the district. While they waited they watched the crowd, watched the street, they both sat with their backs positioned slightly against the wall, they could see everything and no one could come up behind them. They never really stopped watching their surroundings. The black sedan pulled into the parking lot.
"That's the car," Lindsay said discreetly pointing, "black sedan, three cars down." They watched as a middle-aged man, wearing blue jeans, a worn leather jacket, and baseball cap stepped out. He looked around as if to check his surroundings and then walked inside. He went to the counter, ordered a sub and then sat down to wait.
"Are you sure he was following us?" Halstead asked in a whisper, "maybe he was just going to the same place."
"Maybe," she shook her head, she couldn't imagine why this man would be following them. When their order was ready they took it and left, the man was still at his table eating, he didn't follow them out the door.
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Back at the station Lindsay tried to make light of what had happened, the more she thought about it the more she thought she'd been mistaken. The day finished without any major cases breaking, the guys wanted to head to Molly's for a drink but she was tired.
"I'm just going to go home, have an early night," she said picking up her coat. "You boys have fun."
She left on her own, began the short drive home. In her rear view mirror she spotted the black sedan again. She began to drive evasively changing lanes and taking corners too fast. She couldn't lose the car though, and she didn't feel safe driving home. Instead she circled back to go to Molly's, she parked her car behind Jay's and jogged the short distance to the door. Inside the bar wasn't crowded, she saw the guys, Jay, Adam and Kevin, all sitting around a table drinking beer.
"Hey it's Erin," Adam called waving her over.
Jay spun around in his chair, he could see she looked flushed and spooked, "What's up?" he asked.
"That car," she said in a whisper, "I swear it's following me again."
Jay nodded and offered her his drink, "Is it here?" he asked.
"I think so," she said taking a swig of the beer, "I didn't wait around to make sure."
"Okay," Jay said trying to think, "Me and Kevin will go out the front and check, you wait here with Adam. Take my drink."
Erin took another swig of the beer and sat down on Jay's chair. She told herself to relax, that she was just seeing things but a minute later Jay and Kevin came back. "He's out there," Jay said and she knew she wasn't seeing things. "What do you want us to do?"
"Come with me to talk to him," her instinct told her he wasn't dangerous, but she knew from experience looks could be deceiving.
Adam and Kevin left the bar first; they positioned themselves across the road from the car, a clear line of site if anything went wrong. Erin and Jay left next, they both had their guns pulled and approached the car cautiously. When they were half a car length away the window of the car came down and two hands stuck out the window.
"Don't shot me," the man yelled, as he reached out to open the door from the outside. Erin lowered her gun, but didn't put it away; she walked toward the open door while Jay came around to cover her.
"Who are you? Why are you following me?" she yelled at the man.
"Peter Russell," the man said holding out his hand, "private investigator. You're Erin Lindsay right?"
"Who wants to know?" she asked, still feeling unsure of this man.
"Your father hired me to find you," he said, "he wanted me to take some photos and give you this." He reached over to the passenger seat and picked up a yellow envelope. "He wanted me to tell you it's really important you read the letter."
She took the envelope from him but she didn't open it. "Get out of here," she said, "I don't want to see you around again." The man took off and Erin and Jay both holstered their guns.
"What did he give you?" Jay asked pointing to the average looking envelope.
"A letter from my father apparently," she said an annoyed tone in her voice, "he said it was important I read it but I haven't spoken to the guy in twenty-five years."
"So are you going to read it?"
"I don't know," she shoved the letter in her jacket pocket, "after all this time I can't imagine he could have anything I want to hear."
AN: I hope I've got a few of you interested. If you'd like to read more please leave a review and let me know. :-)