REMEDY
Chapter 2 by fromthewild-north ( follow her on tumblr fromthewild-north )
Consequenses
The next day was a lot like the last. He woke up early in the morning, a habit he'd picked up in the army. On days like today he wondered if the habit would ever really go away. He sighed heavily, putting his helmet on before driving his bike to work. Since Detective Lindsay, his new partner, still hadn't returned, he was stuck on paperwork duty, again. The only good part about his day was when the guys took him to the gun range, to quote "see what he was made of". It gave him the opportunity to release some of the tension and stress of the last couple of days. Plus, he'd loved the look on their faces when he hit a bulls eye every time. What had they expected, really? He was a ranger! Well, they didn't know that, so he couldn't really blame them. But the team had a new silent respect for him after that, witch he appreciated. All he really wanted was for them to leave him alone. They always tried to make friends with him, trying to engage him in a conversation, inviting him to Molly's and so on. He as always turned them down. They where just a part of his mission, a mission that would be over in a week or so, and he couldn't afford to waste time socializing.
He finished up at about six this time. He stayed and pretended to work until everyone had gone, so that he could do some more snooping. He had been doodling on an empty form for about two hours when the Sargent, being the last one there, finally left. Jay nodded good bye and Hank responded with a nod and a 'see ya'. He waited about fifteen more minutes, to make sure that the Sargent wouldn't come back up. He was sitting there, bouncing his leg and staring at the clock, and it seemed like the minutes had turned into hours.
When the clock finally said 20:25 he got up to get started. He picked the lock to Voight's office and went in for a second time. Last time he hadn't been very through, this time he would be. He started searching through the desk again but, still, found nothing useful. Just some pictures of him and another woman, probably his wife, a file on some criminal, and some half finished reports. He then moved on to the bookcase. He traced his fingers over all the books, skimming through the titles. All he found was a bunch of law books, some criminal studies books and a hand book on intimidation tactics. He laughed at that last one. I guess the scary cop act didn't come completely natural. He checked behind the drawers, under the carpet, in the little cabinet by the window, and still nothing. With a deep sigh Jay sat down on the desk chair. He looked around the small room and tried to think. Where would I hide something important, something no one would think to find? Not in my office… That's when it hit him. What if he was going about this all wrong? Why would Hank keep his valuables in his office? Jay had to find a way to get into Voight's home. Well, there was nothing he could do about that tonight, so Jay took a final look around the office, to make sure that everything was in its right place, and left.
He drove home, finally start to feel that last days of sleepless nights catching up with him. He arrived at his apartment building and jumped of his bike, rolling his shoulders as he went up the stairs with tired steps. It was good when he was this tired, because then maybe he could sleep deeply enough for the nightmares to stay away. He pushed his keys into the lock and froze. It was already unlocked. What the hell? Jay's heart rate sped up as he pulled out his gun and slowly opened the door. His mind becoming laser focused once more. He crept into his apartment with quiet steps, trying to listen for someone moving around or breathing. He turned right to search his small living room and found a woman sitting on his couch.
Scott. Jay let out an annoyed growl as he put his gun away. What the fuck did she want this time?
"What are you doing here?" Jay said in a harsh voice, breaking the silence. She stood up from his couch and walked over to him.
"I'm here to check up on the mission." She said in a cold voice. "I trust you have made progress?" Jay growled again and walked around her to stand with his back against the wall.
"Not much" he said under his breath, looking down. "But there will be"
"For the sake of your brother, there better be. Have you searched through his office?"
"Yes, I found nothing. I'm thinking I should get into his house somehow"
"And what about this Erin girl, any progress with her?" Scott said. Standing cool and collected, like she owned the world. Completely opposite to Jay who was now pacing his living room nervously, rubbing his wrist. The memories of the ropes that had once been there still felt to real for his liking.
"I saw her yesterday" He said, his mind spinning.
"And…?"
"And nothing. You've given me two days! That's nothing! I'll make more progress, I promise, if you just give me a little time!"
"Time is something neither I nor your brother have, Jay. His trial is in nine days. I can make sure he'll spend the rest of his life in the highest security prison in the world. I could even put the death penalty on the table if I want to. Do you want that?" Jay inhaled sharply, but stayed silent, looking down at his hands.
"I didn't think so." She continued. "We are the only ones that can help him, Jay. I am the only one that can help him. Now will you do what I ask?"
"Please, he's just a kid that made a stupid mistake…" Jay tried desperately.
"Will you do what I ask?"
"Yes."
"And will you do it fast and efficient, with no complications?"
"Yes."
"Good." And with that, she headed for the door and left, leaving a heavy silence behind her.
Jay stood there, in the same spot, completely still, trying to process the conversation. Death penalty!? This was not happening. He couldn't lose his brother too. What was he going to do!? Jay's breathing sped up as he sat down on the couch, his thoughts chaotic. He felt his lungs grow tighter as tried to calm down. This was not the time to have a panic attack. He got up and walked to the bathroom to splash some cold water on his face. He leaned over the sink, gripping its edges tightly. Calm down. Focus. He sat down on the toilet with his face in his hands. How did his life become so screwed up?
Jay jumped as he felt his phone vibrating against his leg. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes before picking up.
"Yes?"
"Hey Jay, it's Mike. Look, I'm in a bit of a hurry, but one of my guys just called, saying he saw that Erin girl at the bar again." Mike said, sounding a bit frantic.
"Thanks Mike, you've been a really big help with all of this" Jay said in a wary voice.
"Don't mention it, dude! I owe you my life!"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just know that I appreciate it." He sighed.
"Jay, are you ok?" Mike said, suddenly turning serious.
"What? I'm fine. Don't worry about me." Jay insisted. More like lied. But he would be fine, if he just got this done and got his brother back.
"If you say so…" Mike sounded uncertain, but Jay tried to ignore it.
"Bye, Mike"
"Bye"
And with that, he hung up, got himself together, and walked out the door. He wasn't going to get any sleep tonight anyways, with what just happened. Scott's final words rung loudly in his pounding ears. He needed to make progress or his brother's life was over. So, with shaky hands, he climbed on his bike and drove away into the night, heading towards the bar.
