Chicago PD fanfiction
I Do not own any of the characters or NBC's Chicago P.D! the story line is made up by me. I REPEAT I OWN NOTHING
Chapter 1: Lightweight
Erin Lindsay rubs her index fingers on her temples, her headache wouldn't go away and this motion seemed to better aid it.
"Mornin" Adam Ruzek greets, setting his coffee on his desk.
"Morning" Erin mumbles back. Adam sits at his desk and takes sips from his coffee.
"You talked to Voight at all?" Adam asks, breaking the silence. They were the only two detectives there at the moment, Antonio and Jay were due any minute. Voight however, he seems to be on his own schedule lately.
"No. why?" Adam shrugs and looks over towards the door where Alvin and Antonio were arriving, and talking.
"Mornin" they both greet. Erin gets up from her desk and walks over to the break room, no fresh coffee was made so she decided to prepare a fresh batch.
As she waits for the coffee to be done, Antonio walks in with a saddened look. 'What could have happened now? I've been in here for not even ten minutes!' she thinks to herself.
"What is it?" She wonders.
"It's Nadia. They found her dead this morning in the alley next to your apartment" He explains sadly. Erin doesn't even reply, she runs over to her desk and grabs her winter coat then runs for the elevators. Just as she was running to the elevators, Jay comes out of them and was walking when Erin knocked into him. They both fall to the floor and Jay's coffee spills all over Erin's white shirt. This doesn't seem to faze her.
"Erin you alright?" Jay asks concerned. She shakes her head, quiet tears streaming down her face as she enters the elevator and presses the bottom floor button. Jay goes to stop the door but it closes before he can.
"What happened?" Antonio asks, him and the other detectives came over to the commotion.
"Lindsay ran into me then just left. She's a wreck" Jay explains.
"Nadia was found dead this morning, she got close to her. She's probably going down to see her" Alvin supposes. Jay presses the button on the elevator again, waving the others off as he steps in.
When Jay gets down to where the cars were parked, he spots Erin's car. She was in it, crying. Jay walks over and knocks on the glass, she wipes her eyes and unlocks the doors. Jay gets in and sits down, looking at her sadly.
"Talk to me" He says quietly.
"Nadia's dead… she was coming to me but someone made sure that didn't happen" Erin says barely above a whisper. Jay leans over and hugs her, she found comfort in the embrace but it was quickly interrupted by Voight's fist knocking once on her window. Jay quickly separates from Erin, receiving a glare from Voight. Erin rolls down the window and Voight leans down to be eye level with her.
"You okay kid?" He asks. She sends him a lying nod so that he would get off her back. For once she wanted to comfort of someone else, someone who would be understanding and comfortable to be around. And that one person was Jay. Voight hadn't found out about Nadia yet, Erin didn't want to tell him so she kept it to herself.
After Voight left, Erin turns the ignition on and drives off.
"See that look he gave me? Kinda scares me" Jay mutters, looking back nervously. Erin can't help but laugh, she found it funny when Jay got scared of Voight.
When they arrive at Erin's apartment, she spots the swarm of crime scene investigators, EMT's, Etc. Erin puts the car in park, turns it off then runs over to the crime scene. Jay started to catch up, by the time he did catch up to her she was flashing her badge so she could get behind the crime scene tape. He does the same and stands behind her. She stood over Nadia's lifeless body, sobbing. Jay places a hand gently on the small of Erin's back, to let her know he was there.
Erin looks around the crime scene and she finally spots a piece of paper next to Nadia's purse which was behind a trash can.
It read:
You haven't dealt with the last of us, Erin.
She read it first and froze, what the hell were they planning? She asks herself. Jay starts heading her way so she tucks it into her butt pocket, he motions his head towards the car.
"Voight called, he wants us back at the district" Erin nods and the two leave.
"Erin, hey. How you feelin'?" Antonio asks. She nods and waves the curious detectives off.
"So we got the footage back from your apartment building and a few different security cameras close by" Olinsky explains, playing the footage.
At the end of the day, Voight gave everyone the night off and they were all tired but pleased at the break.
"Night" Jay says quietly to Erin as he exits the room and heads down to his car; Erin leaves shortly after.
As Erin enters the key in the slot, she sighs deeply, twist the knob then pushes the door open. She plops down on the couch when her phone starts ringing, Halstead.
"Lindsay" She answers.
"Hey, the rest of us are gonna be at Molly's tonight. You want me to pick you up?" Erin sighs, she had nothing better to do.
"Yeah sure" She replies. Erin hangs up and changes out of her work clothes.
Erin was starting to fall asleep on the couch when she heard a knock on the door. She walks over and opens it, not bothering to see who it was.
"Hi Erin, I told you this isn't over" Erin slams the door in his face and locks it, she grabs her phone and runs for the bathroom.
"ERIN OPEN THIS DOOR!" He yells. She hears a crack and angry footsteps enter her apartment. She dials Jay's number, he picks up first ring.
"ERIN!" the man in her apartment yells again. He bangs on the bathroom door that she was leaning against.
"Jay get over here!" She yells scared into the phone. He finally is able to bust through, the impact of the door slamming into her back causes her to drop her phone and scoot to the corner of the room. He grabs her wrist and slugs her across the face, she falls so he takes the opportunity to grab her handcuffs then put them on her. Once she is handcuffed, he lifts her over his shoulder and carries her out to the living room, placing her on the couch. She thrashes wildly and he straddles her, pinning her legs down with his knees. She opens her mouth to scream but he places his hand over it to muffle the sound. Erin head-butts him in the face, he rolls off in pain and she gets up as fast as she could with the handcuffs on. She runs towards the door but he grabs her foot, she falls and her face slams against the wooden floor. He kicks her in the stomach before grabbing a hand towel from the kitchen and returning to stuff it in her mouth.
"You forget about this investigation with Nadia. She was just a junkie whore anyway" He warns. She shakes her head and struggles some more. He grabs a fistful of her hair and slams her head into the ground, knocking her out. He unzips her pants and pulls them off, then he stomps on her thighs and kicks her in a place that would hurt like hell if she were conscious.
"Let's see what your partner will think when he gets here and sees you like this miss Erin" He says evilly. He drags her into the bedroom and poses her on the bed. Last thing he does is rip her shirt off and takes the clothes with him on his way out.
Jay sees the breeched apartment door, he pushes past it and walks into the living room.
"Erin?" he calls out. No answer. He sees the couch cushions messed up and the place was a mess. He gulps as he stands at the closed door of her bedroom. Did he really want to go in?
"Erin, I've called you six times, you in here?" Jay hears Voight's voice say. Voight enters the apartment and sees it was wrecked, he walks towards the bedroom and spots Jay.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Voight asks angrily. Jay stood still and looks around before answering with:
"Erin called me, someone was in the background yelling" He explains. Voight squints at Jay and slowly opens Erin's bedroom door.
Voight and Jay's mouths both drop at the sight. Erin's hands were tied to the bedposts, gash in her head bleeding, unconscious in just her bra and panties.
"Erin, wake up kid, wake up" Voight says to her nervously. He pushes the hair around her head wound out of the way so he could look, she looked like she'd been to hell and back. Jay looks at her sad, bloody face with hate, whoever did this to her should die a slow painful death.
"Keep an eye on her, I'm gonna call an ambulance." Voight orders. Jay sits on the bed next to her and waits impatiently for Voight.
Erin's eyes start to flutter open, white all around her.
"Hank?" She calls out, tears brimming on her eye lids.
"I'm right here kid, I'm here" He assures. She blinks away the forming tears as Voight holds onto her hand.
"This hurts so bad… what did he do… did he…?" She stutters, referring to her lower area.
"No, he didn't" Voight replies.
"Where's Jay?" Erin questions, noticing that Jay wasn't anywhere to be seen.
"I sent him home, he's been here all night and the guy look exhausted, I told him I'd call when you woke up" Erin nods and looks at her bag of belongings, her phone was sitting next to it on the little table.
"When can I get out of here?" She asks quietly.
"When you can actually walk"
"That'll be a while…" She pouts. He chuckles, kisses her forehead then heads for the door.
"Get some rest kid, take a few days off. You need it" Voight says and finally exits the room.