A few more lines trying to defend the point, make the story more believable. And finally, a part of first session, yay! .)))


The next morning Jay finds Alvin on the police parking lot and after making sure they are alone he approaches him. "Hey."

"Hey, Jay," Al replies with a sigh, not exactly happy to see him as he knows what this discussion is going to be about. He is not very keen about the whole situation and does his best to stay neutral.

Jay senses his discomfort. "Man, I am sorry, but I need to ask. What is your opinion on this?" He asks gingerly with a silent voice.

Alvin straightens up and releases a sigh again. "I see Voight's reasons to be extra careful about this case. It is delicate for him too. He doesn't want to hurt you, Jay. You can't take it personally." He says as he tries to fix the first problem he thinks Jay could have.

"He said he needs whole week with me. A week. What does that mean? Am I gonna be off the usual work? Is he gonna…, is he-" Jay starts throwing other problems onto him and is cut off.

"I don't know, Jay. We… didn't exactly put a plan together about this specific part. All we agreed on was that we send you in and that Hank makes sure you will not end up as the last two guys. He would be doing it to keep you from the danger, not to endanger you."

The younger detective listens desperately as he tries to justify why this needs to happen. He knows he is going to see Voight in just a few minutes. He doesn't know how to look at him. He knows he is going to come to Voight this night with a consent to torture him. He doesn't know what happens after that and how is he going to handle it. He is not sure if he feels insecure or angry or just tired of thinking about it whole night.

Alvin notices the struggle that is happening insight Jay and decides to be more direct with him. "Jay, if you are up to this, you need to know, this is not going to be easy. Far from easy, actually."

"Yes, I am up to it. But I wanna go straight to Valdez. Why Voight? He's my boss, how am I supposed to work under him after whatever shit will happen on that week?" Jay snaps a little bit, speaking fast and loud, but shifts quickly to self-composed attitude and lifts his hand in a silent apology.

"This is part of the whole package. Make peace with it. Take it all, or leave it,"

Alvin leaves him with that and makes his way to the office ignoring that the younger man isn't ready to end this dialog, pretending he doesn't hear the frustrated exhalation.

It is almost seven o'clock in the evening when Jay's last colleague, Upton, leaves. Thankfully without any more questions asked. He must have been visibly exhausted because she asked him several times during that day if he is okay and made some points on how silent and not communicative he appeared. He always replied with small smile and quite strong excuse how he got stuck in front of a Netflix watching the new season of Stranger Things. He was lucky she didn't watch the show and he didn't have to discuss all about it. His mind was occupied with completely different strange things, and to his regret, he didn't get the chance to see the show yet.

He waits five minutes after she leaves, then gets up from his chair checking if the office is in fact empty, unpleasant sensation in his stomach. He hasn't seen Alvin except this morning which makes his agitation even worse as he realizes he must deal with Voight alone. He already felt like under his influence earlier that day because he was ordered, along with Upton, to spend whole day outside in the freezing cold on a watch. His body is tired after trying hard not to freeze out there, especially after sleepless night and his face and hands has been on fire since he entered their well heated office.

He makes few difficult steps towards Voight's office and opens the door without a knock. "Sergeant?"

"Come in," Voight makes a slight smile and leans to the back of the chair, noticeably doing nothing but thinking or waiting.

Jay refuses to close the door, he rather stays only a yard from the door frame. For a moment, he considers starting to speak about the ongoing case he's working on with Upton, but then decides to skip it as it is already hard to control his voice. All day of re-thinking did not change his mind in the slightest and he knows that if he wants to get this over with, he must cooperate with all he's got. And there he goes straight for it.

"I understand the concept, sarge," he begins sounding more convincing than he is. The sooner he complies to Voight, the sooner he gets to go to Valdez. "So… you have my consent." Jay finalizes the statement to be perfectly clear and puts his emotionless face on.

Voight keeps the silence for a moment as he is giving Jay time to add some commentary. "Good, Jay." He nods when nothing comes from Jay and takes his eyes from him. "I hope you have a free weekend. I'm gonna take you to my house. Then I will give you a day off. After that we will see." Voight stands up and starts to put on his jacket. "Meanwhile, I've got a guy who is taking care of your cover, adjusting and cutting of your ties to the police. Hopefully you'll be on Valdez's radar same time next week."

"Sounds good." Jay takes in the information Voight shares without asking any questions and even feeling a little unsettled, he manages to reply. So, from now until the end of the weekend it makes 58 hours, he calculates quickly. A lot could happen during duration this long. They exchange a quick glance before Voight touches his shoulder to lead him out of the precinct, making Jay feel as a consensual prisoner. Then he makes an unfortunate connection with sexual sadomasochistic technique and promptly stops his mind flow before it could make him feel sick.

The ride to Voight's house is awkward. Both police men feel the tension in the car which grows with every yard they pass and every minute they get closer to the finish. Voight seems calmer on the outside but if Jay would look at him, he would see the affliction. And even Jay is trying to look calm too, his breathing is more audible than he wishes, which is not something that Voight appreciates.

When the car stops in front of the house, they just sit there for a second, their seat belts still on, still no word uttered. Voight waits for Jay to make the first move wanting him to express a little bit of free will on this. Jay comes to similar realization and unbuckles the seat belt focusing on his hands as he feels they may shake, happy when he managed to do it steadily. Then he steps out of the car and waits for Voight to follow him inside his house.

Once they are behind the closed door, Voight invites his detective to sit in the kitchen, then pours two glasses of Whiskey and hands one of them to Jay. "I am not starting this unless you are sure, Jay."

"Voight," Jay's response comes fast. "I am sure. Trust me." He accepts the glass and takes a sip. As the tawny liquid burns in his throat in the distasteful way, he smirks and makes an eye contact with his boss. "Already started?" he jokes in attempt to relax and is glad when his boss smiles back at him.

This is good, this is what both need, a touch of cheap alcohol and one small smile. Then they can transition into more serious manner.

"So," Jay starts, not really knowing what he's going to say, but he uses this word to indicate that he is going to say something. "I've read the reports." He takes another sip and watches as Voight drops his eyes on the floor and nods.

"And?"

"Umm, I've been trained for this, I've been trained to survive, I've been trained to resist to an interrogation. What I haven't been trained for is to endure that amount of suffering for someone's amusement. And we know that's the main reason he is doing this… entrance shit. At least to some point, while the …recruits… are reacting to his fashion." He finishes the drink but continues quickly. "I have no idea what your plan is nor I want to know it. But I am quite sure you won't do anything too hard… too cruel, too severe, because that would compromise this whole case. And honestly…" he question-marks at the end, "that removes the threat." He shrugs as a gesture that he has said all he wanted.

Voight is surprised by his words but hides it successfully with respect on his face. "I don't need you to be afraid or feel threatened, Halstead. I need the opposite. I need you bold and fearless. So, this is good." Both men nod their heads slightly to acknowledge their stances. Voight appreciates his own previous thought to send Alvin home because now he can have this conversation. He doesn't need him from the start.

"Voight, I meant the real threat. I don't think I am completely reconciled that I am going to be drilled by you this way. I…, I don't feel very comfortable." Jay admits with a shaky voice which doesn't even annoy him.

"I realize that." Voight loses the sight at him and keeps silence for a minute, thinking if he should admit his own discomfort and decides not to as it's plainly imminent and not overly needed in his position of a tormentor. "That's why I want Alvin to support you in this whole process. He will join us later tonight."

"Good cop, bad cop?" Jay makes stupid joke second time in this conversation with the difference that the first time he opened it and this time he's closing it.

"Somethin' like that," Voight smiles, not as much as the first time, but still. "So, do you think you are ready?"

"Yes, sir," comes the answer.

Voight guides the detective through the hall to the door leading to the basement with neutral expression on his face and without word. Jay is not surprised when Voight directs that way, he couldn't put the picture of them into his boss' living room when he tried to play the scenery in his head but as he steps into the basement he is taken aback because this room does not fit to his imagination either.

He's visited this room once in the past and at the moment he feels like he's never been there before. It is cold and empty, only four walls made of bricks with a few pipelines protruding from the walls here and there. Jay draws in a deep breath as he realizes that his boss did his homework and made some preparations for the task. He searches the place for any tools which he also put into his imagination and seeing none he exhales slowly and silently, mentally setting himself in the role. Then waits for instructions.

"This is gonna be your suite for the weekend," Voight says downplaying the situation a little, however, no humor in his voice apparent.

Jay says nothing, though his boss is giving him the space for it, he rather uses it to recalculate the time he is supposed to stay in this chilly room. 57 hours and a something till the Sunday midnight, he results displeasingly, but doesn't show it as he is positive about his decision to make this work.

Voight ends the moment of silence with his first instruction. "Now, please, take off your clothes," he motions to his upper body, "you can keep on your pants and shoes," he finishes quickly and waits, hoping this request will be accepted without any protests.

Jay begins to remove his leather jacket slowly, then the hoodie, both handing over to his sergeant, no complains said, no complains displayed. As he starts pulling his t-shirt up, he braces himself to accustom to the chillness that adamantly wraps around his chest. His skin reacts to the cold swiftly even before the t-shirt is passed to Voight. "Thank you for the shoes," Jay says quietly. He knows that if this was done properly, he would lose the shoes and the pants too. Stress positioning in the cold places was clean torture technique which could leave no permanent damage or could kill. He knows very well that even with pants and shoes on he's going to be numb with cold within a few hours which was sufficient for their purpose, he guesses.

Voight nods, then takes a few stairs up to the hall to put Jay's clothes down. On the way back, he pulls out his handcuffs from his back pocket and positions himself in front of one of the pipelines. "Come here, your back to the wall," he instructs and takes Jay's left wrist, shackling him to the pipe. "Now, be careful not to break the pipe. First, there's cold water flowing inside it, second, you would pay for the repair."

The last sentence makes Jay chuckle. "How long?" he asks, disliking the cold environment already. "You know I hate cold," he declares then, without waiting for an answer, assuming Voight will not share his plan.

"I do," Voight glares at him, small delight in his eyes could be find if someone searched for it. He silently walks away from Jay, closing the door behind him.

The basement becomes silent instantly, not even Voight's steps noticeable. Jay searches the place again, more carefully this time as he is not disturbed with his boss' presence. No watches, no window, nothing that could help him to orient in time. He grimaces at the thought to count endlessly and decides to count lately. Standing in the cold cellar is not so bad for the time being.

He checks the handcuffs, discovering that Voight tightened them quite thoroughly, the cold metal in contact with both sides of his wrists. He suppresses a hiss as he cautiously leans against the frigid wall, investigating possible ways to relax his muscles when needed. His investigation continues with a try to turn and check the route of the pipe learning that this particular one goes outside the wall only a few inches and then back in. If this situation was real, he would look for options to escape and it is obvious that without breaking the pipe, he has no chance to escape, or to free himself, or to simply sit on the ground. Naturally, being the situation real, he would not hesitate to break the pipe cold water or not and employing it as a simple weapon.

Only the question of managing it stays unanswered and he wonders about it for a moment. He smirks at the thought of trying to pull it out of the Voight's wall, weighing the cons and pros and eventually considering that it could be exactly what Voight wants, contrary to what he said before he left him there. Maybe for the better, this thought ends rejected. He is in there only few moments and decides to patiently await what Voight's intentions are.

In attempt to shake the coldness off himself his body shudders and Jay is content to see it work. Unfortunately, not for long as the stream of his thoughts focuses on the cold instead of options how to get away. Occupy the mind with anything else than the current moment – that would be the lesson here.

He regrets he refused to count the time before, because now he is not sure if it was five minutes or half an hour that passed and for later, it could mean big difference. He makes a mental note, that if the situation was real, he must count, even if no duration estimate would be given to him. However, he's certain that there is 55 hours left, at least.

Two hours pass before Jay chooses to cheat a bit and leans against the wall, muscle fatigue manifesting. The stone-cold temperature doesn't bother him so much anymore as his skin decreased to similar levels and became insensitive. Head resting against the wall too, he closes his eyes and forces himself to take several deep but discontinuous breaths as the uncontrollable shivers in his chest interrupts it.

For the sake of his positive approach, he reminds himself that his situation is self-imposed, even the uncomfortable position, even the stiffness in his legs, even the stinging in his fingers. He accepted this, the whole package, even if it means receiving the cold he hates.

Another three or four hours pass - he is not so sure anymore as the counting was disturbed by several diverting inner fights. The longest period of cold-free perception was granted by a simple question – would Erin approve this? He concluded one big no from her mouth at the end with a bitter laughter, although her participation landed on his mind too. But the no fit her better.

For the first time since she left, he feels okay to think about her, even relive some memories with her. Looking sad, he admits the acting torment facilitated the fact he lost her for good. He admits, he might be okay without her and he reluctantly admits he maybe, just maybe, does not want her anymore. He will never forgive himself for screwing up, for letting her down, but he is sure now, he is able to make peace with the unlucky ending. Because he has to.

He becomes nervous, too many hours passed (maybe five, maybe eight, he is not sure and hopes it is only low motivation that his counting is so bad) and his shivering and shallow breathing is completely noticeable. Every movement makes his muscles and joints protest and changing the two positions – straightened or leaning on the wall – doesn't bring any relief. If he tried to rethink the attempt to free himself from the wall, he might be now up for breaking the pipe. Better not think about it then.

During the last hour, he struggles with the lack of sleep, surprised that it didn't catch up with him sooner. He tries to heal it with controlled micro sleeps but failing to control it he ends up waking up startled, falling on random sides accompanied with pressing pain in his wrists. As it irritates him more than being sleep deprived, he shakes his head couple times to diverse the urge to get couple more seconds of sleep and focuses on the door, silently asking Voight to return, to change the scene, to let him sit, to let him heat up a bit, because this is getting too much to bear.


I quite like that before Voight gets to something more "drastic" he makes Jay physically exhausted so he'd be distracted and not so focused on Voight.
Any ideas on torture methods? What could Voight do to Jay? I am a bit struggling with that :D