OK people! I have read a ton of Chicago PD fan fiction on here and let me just say you all are amazing writers. This is my first Chicago PD fanfic, so easy on the criticism. I am open to ideas and some writing tips because I am not that good and I am just saying I am a 100 percent a Linstead shipper! And this story will include Chicago Fire and a bit of Law and order SVU
****I DO NOT OWN CHICAGO PD, CHICAGO FIRE OR LAW AND ORDER SVU (totally wish I did, but you know..) I ONLY OWN MY OWN CHARACTERS****
Jay and Erin Halsteads kids-
-Maverick Joshua Halstead- 27 years old. Was in jail for robbery, possession of drugs and assistance to murder. Blonde hair, blue eyes. Former uniform cop at district 21. Birthday: 9/1. Nicknames: Mave, Ricky AGE-20
- Finn Jacob Halstead- 23 years old, black hair brown eyes, birthday: 4/23. Firefighter at firehouse 51. Engaged to Holly Barnes. AGE-16
- Benjamin Henry Halstead- 22 years old. Brown hair brown eyes, birthday: 7/8. Detective at district 21. Twin to Ryleigh (3.5 minutes older) born in the district Nicknames- Ben, Benny, Benji; dating Alex Casey (*) AGE-15
-Ryleigh Nicole Halstead- 22 years old, blonde hair brown eyes. Birthday 7/8 twin to Ben. Detective at district 21. Formally engaged to Daulton Ruzek. Nicknames- Ry, Leigh, mini halstead, little Erin (*) AGE-15
Adam and Kim Ruzek kids-
- Aiden James Ruzek-detective at district 21, 26 years old, brown hair brown eyes(*)
-Oliver Lee Ruzek- computer tech for intelligence unit, 26 years old, brown hair brown eyes(*)
-Andy Scott Ruzek- firefighter at firehouse 51, brown hair, brown eyes 26 years old
-Daulton David Ruzek- black hair, blue eyes, in the army, 24 years old, formally engaged to Ryleigh Halstead
Chapter -1
They were cops. Detectives actually and they knew the job was never easy. The things they saw and dealt with on a daily basis was just another day on the job for them, normal even. But life always caught up. Personal problems, work problems, they had to keep them separate or else everything would go down in flames. The extremely thin line had been crossed dozens of times but that was also in the job description.
Hank Voight sat at his desk, he had been sitting hopelessly for an hour, the sun had already gone down and the bullpen was empty, everyone home, well almost everyone. Erin hadn't left the district or specifically her desk since Hank had kicked everyone out. It had been a long week; the team was stressed and emotions were high. One of their own was missing, kidnapped.
Hank sighed, rubbing his temples before shutting the manilla folder, he couldn't look at the pictures anymore. He shook his head before getting up and walking out into the bullpen. He watched Erin as she scanned over the contents of the folder. Not that she needed too, she knew the victim better than she knew her own self.
"Erin." He spoke softly so he didn't spook her, she was running off coffee and adrenaline. She hadn't slept in what felt like days. "Erin, kiddo," He paused as her head came up locking eyes with her father figure. "You got to go home and get some rest. You sitting here staring at her pictures and files isn't going to do her any good."
Erin looked like she was about to break down. "She is my daughter, Hank. Why haven't we found her yet? I should have kept a better eye on her or-"
Hank cut her off. "You can run the 'what ifs' through your head all day but it's not going to change the fact that, yes your 15 year old daughter is missing and yes, it's been four days. What you can do is go home, get some rest, spend some time with Jay and the boys, they are suffering too." He walked over to her and put his hand on her shoulder. At first she stiffened but then relaxed into his touch.
"She is my daughter." She repeated.
"She is your daughter, she is exactly like you Erin. She's got grit and determination. She's a fighter." Hank said. Erin stood up and the pair headed toward the steps. Hank knew the guilt was eating at Erin. Especially with everything that happened with Maverick her eldest son. He was 20 and a druggie who lived in New York. When his parents found out about the drugs he had only been 15 and he fled to New York to get away from them. Hank saw first hand the pain it caused Jay and Erin and he didn't want to see the boy he once called his grandson again. Hank sighed and looked over at Erin who had her head down as they walked out of the district.
"Can you- uh- maybe come over tonight? For dinner or something?" She asked, she needed him there when she once again delivered the news to her son's that there was still no word of their sister. She looked up at him and he squeezed her shoulder reassuringly.
"I would love to." He said. They decided Hank would drive so they got into his car and started toward the Halsteads.
Once they got to the house Hank parked the car and started inside. The house, although lit up and bright on the outside was quiet on the inside. The TV was on mute showing the news and there was dirty dishes in the sick along with several empty pizza boxes on the counter. Hank watched as Erin threw her coat on a chair and grabbed the empty boxes before putting them in the trash. "Boys!" She hollered. "Grandpa's here!"
"What happened here?" Hank asked motioning to the fairly large hole in the dry wall. Erin looked at it for a second before shaking her head.
"Jay got frustrated." Was the explanation she gave him and he just nodded. He had been there before.
Footsteps pounded on the steps and in came the Halstead boys. Finn Halstead reached him first with sad eyes and a lonely grin. The 16 year old hugged Hank. "What are you eating boy? Your taller than me now!"
"He is probably stronger too, he has been working out every day after school." Came a voice, and Jay walked into the room, sporting shorts, a gray tee shirt and wrapped knuckles. Jay gave his sergeant a hand shake. "It's good to see you."
"Right back at you." He said. His eyes landed on Ben Halstead, who stood back chewing on his lip. Erin went over to him, talking to him quietly before she pressed a kiss against his shaggy brown hair. "Hey Benji. How you holding up?"
"My twin sister is missing. How do you think I am holding up? Why are you here? Shouldn't you be out looking for Ryleigh? Your the cop, can't you do your freaking job already and find my sister instead of stand around and act like nothing happened?" He yelled before he grabbed the nearest breakable thing and threw it against the wall it shattered in pieces. He had tears running down his face at this point and the house became silent.
"You know we are doing everything we can Ben." Hank said softly.
Ben hung his head. "Something just doesn't feel right. It's like part of me is gone." Finn nodded in agreement and Jay flexed his good hand, looking as if he wanted to punch something again. Ben shifted his weight glancing at his father. "What if she's already dead."
A loud crash came from the kitchen. Erin had dropped a dish hard against the inside of the sink, whipping around to face the four men in her house. "She is not dead! Do you understand me? She is not dead until we find her body, so she is not dead yet." Her eyes full of anger, pain and exhaustion. She locked eyes with Hank as if looking for support. He nodded.
Jay walked over to her and wrapped her into a hug. Finn and Ben stood silently. They knew it was hard on their parents, anyone could see that.
Ryleigh Nicole Halstead was pretty much the miniature version of Erin, from her looks to her attitude. Which essentially got her into trouble. She wasn't an easy kid, she was adventurous and always looking for the next good time. She wasn't bad in the fact of drugs and alcohol she was bad in the fact that she wouldn't listen, any warning or yelling went in one ear and out the next. She was like a five year old in a 15 year olds body, never sitting still for too long. Ryleigh was the definition of trouble.
"We can't assume the worst until we know something. All we have is the security video of her getting kidnapped four nights ago. But the CPD is working on it, intelligence can't because well she is family, but there are good guys on this. They will find her." Hank reassured them soothingly.
"We could find her a lot faster if they let intelligence into the operation." Jay scoffed angerly.
"Your judgment is clouded, Jay. Intelligence can't do anything on this, you know that. I have Roman and Burgess working hard on it and they are reporting everything back to me." Erin's head snapped toward Hank. He hesitated slightly, the news he had been keeping from them for 24 hours was news they didn't want to hear. "They got a guy, he was the driver of the SUV. They are working on him but so far he is keeping his mouth shut."
Jay paced, his hands clasped behind his head. "Why the hell didn't you tell us Voight. Ryleighs life is on the line here." His eyes were full of rage. "Let me meet with him for five minutes, that's all I need and I can guarantee we will get an adress."
"Jay, he is right, we can't get involved." Erin said although she sounded unconvinced. Jay glared dangerously at her.
"She is our daughter Erin." He turned to face Hank. "What if it was Erin when she was younger or-"
"Jay." Hank snapped going into sergeant mode. "You never let me finish." He pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket. "I said they couldn't get anything out of him, I paid him a visit last night and I managed to make him talk. And once he started talking he wouldn't stop." He handed the ruffled paper over to Jay. "Ryleigh is my granddaughter and I would do anything to get her back. We have an adress."
AND BAMM! THANKS FOR READING PEOPLE! FYI- ONE CHICAGO STARTS TOMORROW!