A/N: I love Jay and Erin as detectives and I love them as a couple. This story was just something I wanted to get off my chest and I really want to explore the healing that will have to take place after this.
Trigger warning for rape.
Erin yelled for help, her voice muffled by the gag in her mouth, as she frantically tried to pull away from the steel grip of Pete Damien. He pressed the sharp edge of the knife tighter against her throat as his grin grew bigger. Of all the girls he had ever been with, he never thought he'd be able to add a Chicago PD detective to the list.
"Stop resisting or I'll ram this knife through your chest." Pete growled as he thrusted his hips forward, grinding against Erin. Erin let out another muffled scream, not sure who she was screaming for. There was no one in the house to help her. He kept the knife firmly against her neck as he flipped her onto her back, yanking her pants down in one quick motion. He didn't want to waste any time. "Well, who were you wearing these panties for, for me?" Erin growled as she turned her head away. This type of underwear was supposed to be for Jay's eyes and Jay's eyes alone. She tried to stop the tears that were forming in her eyes. She knew what was about to happen. She looked to the door, hoping with every ounce of her body that Jay would come barreling through the door. She wanted Jay to come and take her away from this nightmare.
"You have to hurry, Pete!" Cameron yelled through the door, looking down at his watch. He knew that the cops would figure out what they had done and would be coming for them. Cameron wanted to be long gone before the police showed up. They hadn't set up this elaborate ruse to just go to jail.
"I won't be long." Pete sneered down at Erin as he climbed on top of her. Erin tried to turn her hips, trying to force his weight off of her. She wasn't going to let this happen without the fight of her life. Erin kicked her legs, trying to get Pete to fall off of her. With her hands tied behind her back, all she had was her legs. "I told you to stop." Pete's eyes narrowed as he used his own legs to hold down Erin's and leaned down closer to her face. Erin turned her head away defiantly. She still was longing for her team to come rescue her from this nightmare.
Erin couldn't hold back a startled scream as Pete suddenly sat up and ripped open her shirt, exposing her bra. He had this twisted smile on his face as he looked up and down Erin's body. Erin felt her heart sinking as she knew that there was nothing she could do to stop this from happening. Erin let out a sob as he kicked off his pants and climbed back on top of Erin. Confident now, Pete moved the knife away from Erin's neck and used it to slice off her underwear and bra. More tears welled up in Erin's eyes as she was completely exposed to this maniac. Pete placed one hand on Erin's neck and the other, he grabbed onto her bare hip.
"This is going to be fun." Pete said as he entered Erin. Erin screamed in agony. Pain exploded in a way she had no idea it existed. It was like a hot iron poker rod had been shoved inside of her. Pete grunted as he started thrusting. Tears fell from Erin's eyes as she tried to think about being anywhere else besides where she was or what was happening to her. The pain was unbelievable and she knew that she was bleeding. She felt so used, so disgusting. She tried to think of Jay's loving caresses and the love that they shared. She tried to remember the delicate way that he liked to press kisses against her lips. She tried to think about the way they fell asleep every night, her head resting on his chest.
"Get off of her!" Pete turned with a start, reaching for the knife as Jay threw his shoulder into the door and came bursting into the room. Jay fired off one shot as Pete tried to bring the knife to Erin's neck. Pete's body collapsed to the side, the oozing hole in his head ensuring he wouldn't hurt anyone, ever again. "Erin? Erin?" He said as he slowly approached the bed, trying to blink back the tears that were forming at the scene in front of him. He swallowed the bile that rose in his throat when he finally got next to Erin. Her eyes were completely blank. She was awake but her eyes were unfocused and she was in another place.
"Erin?" He repeated her name, gently, as he reached out to carefully removed the gag from her mouth as he carefully sat down on the bed next to Erin. He had seen her naked countless times, but he would rather cut off his own legs and shoot himself in the head than ever have had to see her like this. He'd never forgive himself for not piecing the story together sooner. He could have gotten here in time to stop this if he had just figured it out.
"Untie me, please." Erin whispered, her voice hoarse from screaming. "Please." She choked out as tears started pouring from her eyes again. The pain was overwhelming. She wanted to be carefully tucked in with her pillows, in her own bed, so that she could close her eyes and forget this ever happened.
"I'm going to roll you on your side so I can untie your hands." Jay wanted to kick himself for not already untying her. He felt numb, like a rookie on their first case, unsure of how to handle anything with his partner down in front of him. Erin nodded that she understood and Jay carefully untied the rope that had kept Erin's hands pinned behind her back. He winced as he took in the bloody, raw rings around her wrists. He knew that meant she had struggled to get free. Once her arms were free, Erin wrapped them around her chest as more tears fell.
"It hurts so bad." Erin sobbed. It was killing Jay to see her hurting so badly. Jay glanced down and was shocked to see the blood was starting to pool around her. He glanced over at the body of Pete Damien and almost wished that he hadn't taken the shot. He wanted to bring Pete back so that he could make him suffer properly for what he had done. Jay realized that Erin was completely naked and probably freezing. He snatched a blanket from the end of the bed and carefully laid it on top of her. He didn't know how to make her feel better but hoped the blanket would give her some comfort.
"Brett and Gabby are outside. They're going to get you to the hospital." Jay reached for Erin's hair, wanting to move the stray hairs out of her face. Erin flinched, shrinking away from his hand before she could stop herself. She knew Jay. She knew he wasn't going to hurt her. He wouldn't ever hurt her. She hated the look of horror on Jay's face as he jerked his hand away. "I'm so, I'm so sorry." Jay snatched his hand back. "I'm so sorry." He turned his head away to wipe away a tear. He couldn't believe he had done that. He was such an idiot. "I need Brett and Dawson up here. Erin, Erin needs assistance. No one else come in please." Jay spoke into the walkie on his shoulder. He didn't want to say it over the radio. Erin had been raped and it was his fault.
Brett and Gabby came into the room, not sure what they were going to be looking at and stopped short. Both loved Erin like a sister and knew exactly what had happened when they walked into the room. Brett regained her ability to move first and headed towards the bed. She dropped her medical bag next to the bed, pulling out an IV kit.
"Hey Erin, we're going to get you to the hospital. Gabby's got the stretcher and she'll bring it in." Brett kept her voice low as she looked into Erin's eyes. Erin's eyes looked glazed but she was able to bring her eyes up to focus in on Brett's face. "It's going to be okay."
"It hurts so bad." Erin repeated. She didn't know what else to say. It was like fifteen elephants were stomping on her lower abdomen. She felt dizzy and she wanted to give into the tug of unconsciousness. She didn't want to feel this pain anymore.
"I know. We're going to give you something for the pain. Can you give me an arm?" Brett had the drugs already pulled up to give to Erin. She knew that the pain killers would provide a temporary relief from the pain but would help her cope until they got to the hospital. Brett tried to make the stick as quickly as possible, seeing the wince on Erin's face as the needle slipped in. "Is all of your pain down there?" Brett wanted to make sure they didn't miss any other injuries. She did note the raw spots on Erin's wrists and would dress them once they got her in the ambulance. She carefully lifted the sheet so that she could see and was alarmed at the amount of blood she could see. The son-of-a-bitch had made her bleed. Erin just nodded as she stared up at the ceiling, trying to trace the pattern in her head to keep from passing out. She could feel the blood spreading underneath her legs now and wondered how bad the damage was.
"Do you want to scoot over for us?" Gabby had lowered the stretcher so that it was next to the bed. Erin couldn't seem to make any words form so she just nodded again. She started to shift and let out a cry when the pain exploded inside her. She didn't think it was possible to hurt more. She flopped back on the bed, trying to regain control of the pain in her body as she bit her lip to stop from screaming again.
"Erin." Jay's voice cracked with emotion as he hovered over the group. He didn't know how to help and he didn't want to try to touch Erin anymore. He didn't want to see the look of distrust and fear in her eyes looking at him ever again. "Can I help?" He asked Brett, wanting to do something besides stand there and speculate on the disgusting, horrific things that bastard had done to Erin.
"Let's roll a sheet underneath her to transfer her over to the stretcher." Brett made a quick decision. She knew that there was probably some severe tearing in the worst possible place if Erin was in this much pain. Jay nodded and pulled a sheet out from the bag. They very slowly rolled Erin to one side and then the other as they unraveled the blanket underneath her so they could transfer her to the stretcher. Erin kept her lips pressed tightly together as she tried to keep the screams of pain in as she focused in on Jay's face. She didn't know how he was ever going to look at her the same way. She was dirty, broken, filthy, and nothing would ever fix that. "We're going to transfer you now." Brett wanted to make sure she kept Erin informed on what they were doing. When Brett had become an EMT, part of the training was about how to handle rape victims. She knew that explaining would make them feel like she had control. She just didn't know that she would ever have to use her training on a friend. Gabby, Jay, and Brett all locked eyes and when Brett nodded, they pulled Erin up. They weren't prepared for the scream that ripped from Erin's throat. Her arms shot out, trying to find something to grasp on to. The pain was just too much and Erin's eyes rolled back into her head as her body relaxed and she fell into the blackness.