I've read a lot of really good kidnapping/hostage situation fics recently, and they have inspired me to take kind of a new angle on the situation. My story is beginning with the rescue. Let me know what you think, and if I should continue please. :)
Adrenalin pumping hastily through his veins he ran into the last room of the cement basement. He immediately spotted her. He couldn't see her face, but he just knew it was her. On the cold hard ground her body laid lifeless, and he wanted more than anything to sprint over to her, but he couldn't, not until the room was cleared.
"Clear." "Clear." He heard two other voices of his colleagues shout. He couldn't even differentiate voices in that moment though. "Clear!" He answered before hurrying to her side.
Crouching down he rolled her off of her side seeing her face for the first time in two weeks. His hand trembled as he reached to set it on her cheek. Her skin was the palest shade of white he'd ever seen. Except for under her eyes where she was a dark purple. Her cheeks looked hollow, like they were beginning to cave in from starvation. Her body was ice cold, yet she was sweating from a high fever. His heart was breaking in his chest looking at his partner. She'd obviously been through hell. The important thing was she that was breathing though. She was unconscious, but she was at least breathing. He inspected her body making sure it'd be safe to lift her up. Then slid one arm beneath her back, and one under her legs picking her up safely in his arms.
When the cold clammy flesh of her bare legs touched his arm he shivered. It was the first time he realized she had a shirt on but no pants. Anger boiled inside of him. If Voight didn't kill the bastards that did this, he'd do the job himself.
With her head rested against his chest he carried her listless form up the stairs. Her heavy eyelids cleft open sluggishly. "Halstead?" She attempted to speak but it really just came out as a groan. Her mouth was so dry lacking fluid for days now.
He heard her though. "Lindsay." He couldn't help but allow a small smile form. She was awake. "You're safe. I've got you. You're safe now."
She wasn't sure if she was hallucinating again. The last few days it was happening quiet often as a result of her fever. Slowly, painfully she lifted her limp arm towards his face. It took all of the strength she had left in her weak body to preform such a minuscule task. When her icy numb fingertips felt the stubble on his warm cheek she knew she wasn't imagining this. Jay was really there. She was safe now.
He breached the exit of the house with her in his arms, and headed for the ambulance. Voight and Olinksy were still inside with the three men that had held her captive. Jay knew the men would probably 'disappear,' but in this case he honestly didn't care. Not after what they had put Erin through. He got into the back of the ambo with her as it took off towards the hospital sirens blaring.
He held her cold bony hand in his as the paramedic began to hook her u to an IV of fluids. Holding her hand he notice the bruises on her forearms shaped like handprints. His stomach churned not wanting to know why, or how they got there.
She kept coming in and out of consciousness and seemed confused every time she woke.
"We're in the ambulance on the way to the hospital. You're safe now." He'd tell her every time. He wished he could tell her everything would be okay, but he didn't know that yet. Right now all he knew is that she was safe from the ass holes that did this to her. Everything else was still uncertain.
She opened her mouth as though she was going to try and speak.
"Shh don't talk, Erin. Save your energy."
She was too stubborn though. "Kel." She tried.
"I can't understand."
"Kelly." She tried again.
"Kelly?" His heart sunk. He understood why she would ask for Severide. He was her boyfriend after all, but while she was gone Jay promised himself he'd tell her how he felt if he ever got the chance. He'd realized he wanted to be with her, but if she wanted Severide he'd sacrifice his own happiness for hers. Erin deserved to be happy, and that's all he really wanted for her.
"You want me to call him to meet us at the hospital?"
She shook her head slightly back and forth. "No, please don't." She whispered as she sunk back into unconsciousness.
It wasn't that she didn't want to see Kelly. She did. She cared about Severide, but she didn't want him seeing her like this. The pitying looks were something she couldn't deal with right now. Severide saved lives, but he wasn't used to dealing with the physical and emotional damage the survivors faced after the fact. She just wanted Jay right now, and Voight, and her team. They understood. They dealt with these situations everyday. They wouldn't treat her like she was completely broken. At least she hoped they wouldn't.
