Hey y'all! (Sorry I am a lil' southern..:) This is my second FanFic and I have been contemplating on whether or not to post this, but I decided I would and I hope y'all enjoy! I have a few chapters pre-written already, but due to college finals happening over the next two weeks I can only work on the story so much (and I have a slight case of writers block). So I will be posting updates once a week!
This story is my opinion and my view if things, if you do not agree I am sorry!:) If you like it please review! It makes my day!
And lastly, unfortunately I do not own Chicago PD nor any of the characters..
Smoke filling his lungs. Blood and sweat running down his face. Muscles burning.
'Run' is all he could think, through all the fog in his brain. 'Run and don't stop' and that's what he did.
Gunfire blasting behind him, bullets and shrapnel flying by him, he thought he couldn't run any faster. '30 pounds of equipment make it hard to run'.
Not sure where he was running to, he just guessed towards a direction.
'Retreat!' Jay heard someone yell in his earpiece.
There were detonations and explosions happening behind him, people screaming, and yelling all around him. Home. 'I gotta make it home'. Was all he could think.
Twenty-Four year old Jay Halstead had been here, fighting this war for a while now, having served three tours. He joined the army right after his nineteenth birthday, finding it as a way to run from his dysfunctional family. His father was a former emergency room surgeon, he used to look up to him and wanted to be like him someday, but that was before he was charged and arrested with the murder of Jays mother, from that day forward, Jay knew what he want to do with his life, he wanted to bring justice for other families that had no closure; but, that changed one day in high school when he met a recruiting officer.
It was almost the end of his senior year of high school in the suburbs of Chicago, and all Jay Halstead wanted to do was walk across the stage and get his diploma. One day while heading back to class after lunch, a table at the end of the hallway grabbed his attention. A man, in his mid-twenties, in camouflage was standing behind the table gradually talking to a group of kids, answering the generic questions that people ask soldiers.
Jay thought he would just keep his head down, but out of the corner of his eye, he seen this poster titled "The Soldiers Creed" which had a list of things of what it means to be a soldier, an American soldier. By this time the group of kids had walked off, and the man noticed Jay, that there was something about him.
"The Soldiers Creed huh?" said the man.
"Huh? Oh. Yeah." Jay said, as the man had caught him off guard.
"What field are you looking into as a career?"
"I want to become a cop."
"You seem like you have your mind made up… well in case you did not know the United States Army has an elite team called Special Forces, where they deal with everything from search-and-rescue to counter-terrorism to profiling and hostage rescue. Pretty much we are like S.W.A.T, except bigger and better." The man said proudly, who Jay seen last name said Dawson.
"Umm. Thanks, I will think about it."
"Listen, I don't normally do this but, there is something about you that I can see, that we could use, academy takes a year, then you have to practically try-out for forces, but I do not think you would have a problem, all in all you would be gone for around five years, then on active leave for three years, then you are free… anyways, here is my card" Dawson said reaching into his pocket "Feel free to call me if you have any questions, that is my cell on the back."
"Thanks, I will think about it… By the way my name is Jay." He generously took the card shook the mans hand and continued to class.
After weeks of long thought and conversation with Will, his year younger brother, the newly graduated Jay had decided that he wanted change.
"Dawson." Antonio answered sternly.
"Umm. Hi, this is Jay Halstead, you were at my school a couple of weeks ago and gave me your card? I decided that I want change, I want to become a Soldier." Jay said nervously.
"Yeah? Ok. Jay, meet me at the recruiting office near Beadford Park around 3."
Three hours later, Jay pulled his car up to the curb, and threw it in park, he was second guessing himself, but he went with his gut. He stepped out of the car, and walked across the street into the brick building.
That day Jay temporarily signed his life away. It was almost his nineteenth birthday before he ever heard back from anyone, though him and Antonio had grown close. The day that he was sent to the academy was the day, his brother will signed up too, only Will wanted to become a surgeon. After the academy, he was recruited and tried out for Special Forces. And he made it. This elite group of men had become like brothers to him, especially Michael Ramirez, who reminded him of Will.
As Jay was running, adrenalin pumping through his aching body and veins, he stumbled upon a camouflaged figure lying in the street, he got close enough to make out the details of the incapacitated man in the street.
'MICHAEL!' Jay screamed. Running towards the mangled remains Jays emotions started to get the best of him, his best friend and fellow comrade was lying on the ground, bleeding out from the abdomen. Jay fell to the man's side and began applying pressure, he found it hard to comprehend what was happening.
'Michael.. Michael man it's going to be ok. It's going to be ok. Help is on the way, you can't leave that beautiful wife and those kids.'
Tears began streaming down his face, he screamed into his handheld radio. 'This is Jay, I need a Medic to my position forthwith!' Ignoring his own injuries, he pulled the dead weight of his friend to the side of the street under an awning, for a little more safety and cover.
'Michael, stay with me bud, we've only got one more week until we get to go home. Think about that. When we get home I am buying you all the beer you can drink.' Digging into his backpack and getting his first aid kit out he opened all the gauze he had and applied it to the abdominal wound. Jay, noticing the gauze was not going to hold the copious amounts of scarlet colored blood, took off his shirt and held out hope that it would hold.
"Halstead, when you see Melissa" Michael said spitting blood "tell her she was the best thing to happen to me. Tell Katie and Ashton.. I love them.. Tell them to behave for their mother.. And Jay.."
"NO! I am NOT going to lose you!" "Jay.. Go home and settle down, you have served your country well. Jay you are my her.." "Michael? Michael. NO! No.." Jay said sobbing into the soldiers' blood stained camouflage.
Just seconds later, Jay felt a hand come running up behind him out of breath "Jay. Jay? Halstead. He's. He's gone. Let him go. C'mon." The man had to pry Jay away from his deceased friend. 'Will, is that you?' Jay said attempting to gain his composure back, blinking through the tears he turned around and looked up towards the Medic. "Yeah man. After you took that suicide bomber out we had people come out of every corner, and somehow there was a second trigger which caused it to still go off, causing all this chaos. I am just glad you are ok bro." Will said patting his brother on the back. Jay started to stand to his feet to assist in moving Michaels corpse back to base when suddenly, weak at the knees and feeling pain all over his abdomen, Jay fell over to his world spinning and going black.