A/N
Hi everyone! Wow, my first chapter... It took me some time before I was satisfied with it and if people like it, maybe I will write some again. Soooo, English is not my first language (I'm Dutch) and that will probably show in the grammar errors etc. I just wanted to post this, but if you find any errors, please dont hesitate to tell me.
Chapter one
"Okay, Halstaed, Lindsay. You will pay this guy a visit. This is the 43 year old Chris Donahue. Neighborhood filed a few complaints against this guy. He was seen with a few girls half his age, entering the house. Since he is a registered sex offender, chief asked us to check it out." Voight seemed a little annoyed by the request of his chief. But since it was a slow week and everybody looked tired of all the paperwork, it seemed like a great opportunity to be out in the field. Well, sort of at least.
While they walked towards the car, Jay complained. "I cant recall handing in my detective badge, do you? I mean, seriously. Shouldn't some officers go check this guy out?". Erin sighed and then told Jay "Ow shut up, the amount of paperwork we were buried in got me crazy. I almost went to Platt this morning to volunteer myself for patrol."
"And by the way" Erin continued, "you will have great company while we're getting there." Erin laughed and raised an eyebrow at him, while getting in the car. Jay laughed at her remark. "We will? Who is joining us? I thought it would be just the two of us." Proud of his comeback, he smirked at Erin, who tried to act offended. "If I was anywhere near letting you drive, you just ruined it Halstead."
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When they arrived at the house of mr. Donahue they knocked on his door. And again. And again, followed by Jay shouting: Chris Donahue? Chicago PD. We would like to have a word with you. No response whatsoever.
Their presence didnt go unnoticed. Erin noticed a guy living across the street. He was watching them from his kitchen. "I think we will have more luck talking to his neighbor" she told Jay.
Knocking on the door of the spectator, the door almost immediatly opened. "Hello sir, we are Detective Lindsay and Halstead from the Chicago PD. May we ask you some questions about your neighbor, Chris Dona.."Erin was cut off by the man.
"Glad you finally decided to take a look here. We filed multiple complaints about that guy. We barely see him, but when we do, he is staring at all the woman passing by this house. Everybody mistrust this guy. But hey, I cant blame them. It was a fucked up decision to even place sex offenders in this neigborhood. I mean, look around you. Families living everywhere. He should just be put with the other predit..." This time it was Jay interupting, primarily to stop the guy from raving since he provided info of no use.
"I'm sorry sir, but I didn't catch your name. You are ..?" Halstead asked. "Oh, excuse me. I'm Danny. Danny Smith."
"Could you tell us more specifically why you do think mr. Donahue is a threat? It isn't exactly illegal to bring someone to your house, except it was unwillingly of course." Erin asked Danny. "Well, I cant imagine someone will go to his place willingly after what that monster did. Isn't that suspicous enough?" Danny suggested.
Erin looked at Danny. "No sir not really."
"Can you think of anything else? Or do you know someone we could talk to about him?"
"Well," Danny said, "He seems to be close to that guy, I dont really know his name. He isnt really talking to anyone in this street. Why dont you talk time him?"
"Thank you for your time, mr. Smith. Please do keep an eye out and call the cops when you think it is necessary."
"Of course, this is what we get every time. Blablabla from the police. But when that monster strikes again, all the alarmbells will ring and everyone will ask themselves: how could this happen? Forgetting that some alert citizens tried to.. Ow whatever. If you excuse me, I have to start prepping lunch."
Danny closed the door before the detectives could even say another word. Jay and Erin turned their faces to each other, visibly confused. It was Jay who said: "Okay. That was unexpecting. Thanks for your help? I guess? Weirdo."
"Well then. Lets go to talk to the other neigbor then. You comin Jay?"
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They knocked on the door a few times, but nobody answered. "Jay, I do hear movement so there is someone home."
"Hello? Sir? We are from the Chicago Police. We would like to talk to you about your neighbor."
A muffled voice came from inside. "Could you come back some other time?"
"We only want to ask you a few questions sir. Could you please open the door?"
The door opened. The guy seemed nervous. "Hi, we are detective Halstead and Lindsay." Jay reached his hand to the man. The man shook his hand. "Bishop. Michael Bishop. How can I help you?"
"Mr. Smith from across the street told us that you might know mr. Donahue. Could you tell something about him? Some strange behaviour or change in his daily routine?"
"I am sorry to disappoint you Detectives, but I just moved here. Dont know anyone in this street. My neighbor, Donahue you said? I never saw him before."
Suddenly a girl, she couldn't be any older then 12 years, came downstairs. She was visible shocked by the presence of the two detectives. Erin noticed she seemed a little scared. Trying to break the tension, she asked the little girl "You must be Abigail right? Hi, I am Erin. I'm from the Chicago Police."
The girl jumped behind her father. "I am sorry miss Lindsay, but my daughter is very shy. Especially with strangers. But I think she will grow past the shyness once she gets older." Michael laughed a little, while caressing his daughters hair. "Why dont you go to the livinroom sweetheart, I will be right there." Abigail ran of to the nearest room.
"Well, thank you for your time mr. Bishop. Please do call us if anything changes, or if you think someone is in need of immediate help."Halstead told the man. Micheal closed the door and the detectives got in the car and drove back to the 21st district.
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After a few hours of even more paperwork, Platt came running into the bullpin. "Okay listen up everyone. A woman, Gillian Peterson, just walked in downstairs. Her daughter has been abducted, presumably by the father, Hugh Peterson. Hank I need your help. Right now!".
After talking to the mother, Dawson started to summarize their new case. "Listen up, this is Gillian Peterson. Just walked in, her daughter has been abducted. Her name is Lilly Peterson, 11 years old. She has been living with the mom, because her father sexually abused the daughter when she was 6 and went to prison."
"Sick son of a bitch" Ruzek yelled, causing everbody to focus on him. "What? Like you guys disagree."
Antonio cleared his throat and continued. "She was last seen at school, around 1.00PM. She lives in walking distance from the school, so she always walks back home. Since the father was released last week, her mother planned to pick her up. But the school was out early today so Lilly decided to go alone, just like she is used to. He probably took her on the way home."
"What the hell man, hasnt the kid gone through enough. Why hurt her even more." Jay looked disgusted by the idea.
"I've got some pics of the girl and the father." The second Atwater posted the pictures on the board, both Jay and Erins eyes got bigger, they looked at each other and Erin said: "Ow my god. Abigail."