A/N: Wow, I don't think I have ever, EVER gotten that many reviews for just one chapter. EVER. I was so shocked, and so happy. I am so happy you all are enjoying this story. So, without further ado, I introduce to you...

Chapter 2!

Standard disclaimers apply, and I am not in the medical profession, so if something seems wrong, it probably is.


Hostage situations were touchy, and no one from the Chicago PD knew that quite like Sergeant Frankie Bellows. Bellows had been on the force for thirty years and had dealt with some of the worst situations Chicago had seen and dealt with in those years. Staring up the ten story, brick apartment building, he let out a sigh of disgust. When he looked up he could see policemen and SWAT alike sprinkled everywhere. Some were rappelling down to get a better view of the situation that was currently taking place on the ninth floor. Others officers still were placed at key points along the fire escapes. That was nothing though compared to the amount of men who were inside the building alerting residents of the apartments what they could about the situation and asking them to stay indoors until the situation was neutralized.

Bellows had had the pleasure of contacting the two officers sergeant and alerting him of the situation as well. Bellows, in all of his years with the police department had never had to deal with the man that many were afraid of. Voight definitely left a mark everywhere he went, and with two of his officers in trouble, he doubted his experience wasn't going to be that wonderful.

He sat inside the command post - a black van that was suited with some of the best technology the city could afford - and waited for the inevitable.

After Erin's message came through the com links, her link went dead, and Halstead's had been dead since the scuffle started. They had yet to get video inside of the situation, but after hearing about a cop being injured, everybody was on there 'A' game and working their hardest to resolve the situation.

Bellows ran his fingers through his hair for the countless time in the last thirty minutes. He continued to spew out orders until a knock at the door pulled him out of his reverie. One of his newer officers stuck their head in and looked at him, waiting for him to be done. He finally said the last ordered he could think of at the moment and looked up to her.

"What's up Courtney?" The blonde shook her head, then smiled a little bit.

"Detective Voight is here and he's not pleased sir."

Bellows stood up hesitantly and then sat back down as Voight pushed his officer out of the way and marched into the vehicle. "What the hell happened. I was told this was going to be a simple operation!"

"Detective Voight, you're reputation proceeds you, and it was a simple operation until one of your officers screwed up. " Bellows spun his chair around and finally stood up, his hair brushing the top of the vehicle as he reached out a hand.

"My officers don't just screw up." Voight hissed as he looked and comprehended the monitor screens all over the vehicle, leaving Bellow's hand hanging awkwardly in the air.

"Yea, well, I hate to break it to you, but they did. Now can you calm down and help me get them out of there. Then you can yell at me for being correct." Bellows said. The tech that sat at the far end of the vehicle didn't say a word, rather he sat there, chewing his nails as he attempted not to laugh at the superiors. Bellows, as a way to show who was in charge, once again thrust his hand at Voight, his eyes daring Voight not to take it.

Voight shook it grudgingly as he stared at the monitors that portrayed everything they knew about the situation. "What happened?"

"They nearly made it, until detective Lindsay's vest showed when she shifted. When we had finally got in through the steel enforced door that these guy's had as their front door, they had barricaded themselves into another room. That's when we got the message." Bellows waved to the second chair in the small space and sat down in his own chair.

The information sank in quickly with Voight as he rubbed his eyes. "So who's down?"

"We are assuming its Halstead. Erin relayed the message and she sounded OK." Voight shook his head and let go of his head.

"Any ideas how bad he's hurt?" Bellows shook his head solemnly and Voight slammed his fists against the table. Bellows didn't even jump as he continued on. "We were waiting to make contact until you arrived on scene."

"Then lets get this shit fest over with." Voight grabbed a pair of earphones that the tech handed him while Bellows grabbed the phone. It was already ringing when he held it to his ear, and when he heard a gruff hello on the line, Voight straightened up.

"This is Sergeant Frankie Bellows with the Chicago police department. Of whom am I talking to?" Bellows tapped a pen against the table annoyingly and Voight shot him a dirty glare, only prompting Bellows to hit the table harder and faster.

"I ain't telling no stiff my name." A high, but gravely voice replied menacingly.

"Fine, so be it mister Jones." Bellows sighed placing the pen down. Voight purposely moved a few inches away from him.

"How do you know my name?" The voice came back through. Just barely, the officers could hear the sound of a muffled groan.

"I'm a police officer, and contrary to popular belief, some of us are actually fairly smart. Now are you aware of what you are doing?" Bellows replied sarcastically to the dumb question.

Voight smirked despite the circumstances. "I'm defending my amendment rights. Now back the hell out of my neighborhood and maybe I will let you try and save your officer." Bellows looked to the tech who was trying to hold back a laugh. Voight also looked to the technician and immediately the smirk was gone.

"Sorry sirs." The tech mumbled out nearly inaudibly.

"Alright, here's the thing. Selling drugs to little children in playgrounds is actually highly illegal and is not one of your rights. Neither is holding two police officers hostage, and you know what else? Last time I checked, killing a cop can get you some serious prison time, and you know what happens to pretty boys like you in prison right? Now if you want to help yourself, tell me how we can settle this with no one getting injured or killed. You haven't killed anyone right mister Jones?"

The man on the other end was quiet for a long moment until there was a pained yell that lasted only until Jones hung up. Bellows cursed, it wasn't looking good for either of the officers trapped.

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Erin was exasperated. Her partner was losing blood fast, and the man that had stabbed him had been adamant about not giving her anything to help with the situation.

Like a first aid kit.

Halstead had remained silent, he had yet to close his eyes, and Erin wasn't sure if he was afraid of not being able to open them again. The pair of them were lying in the corner closest to the door. There were four men who stood scattered around the room. All with orders to kill Halstead if she did anything that consisted as stupid. They had stripped her of her vest along with all of her weapons. They had done the same to Halstead and neither had complained.

They had also gotten the locations of hers and Jays wires and microphones after subtly threatening Jay, and now her belt had flown out the window, as had Jays watch.

The knife was still buried in his abdomen which left her pretty much useless in the idea of helping him. He was lying on his back and was staring upwards towards the ceiling and every so often, Erin would reach up and rub his cheek reassuringly.

The men were all huddled around each other when a call had come through her cell phone. It was when they were dealing with the people on the other line, most likely their commanding officers, that one of the men came up to Erin with a malicious look in his eye. He bent down so that his tall frame was even with Erin's crouched body, and grabbed her chin none too gently.

"Pull the knife out." The words were emotionless as he motioned to the handle sticking out of Jay's body.

"I can't, it's going to kill him!" Erin seethed, feeling his finger tips dig deeper into her chin. She felt small rivulets of blood running down her chin and she could feel the bruises forming.

"If you don't do it now, I will shoot him, which injury do you think will kill him first?" As a form of showing he was serious, the thug pulled her gun out of his waist band and placing it none too gently against Jay's head.

"Just do it Erin." Jay breathed out carefully. He latched onto Erin's hand and smiled a reassuring smile to the best of his ability. "Just do it quickly, it will hurt less." Jay reasoned with her.

"I know." Erin sympathized with her voice. Somewhere in the back her mind, she knew that this was a bad idea, but it was either this bad idea, or letting Jay get shot, neither of which were too appealing. So with a heavy heart and with shaky hands, she grabbed the knife handle gently. Moving it too much in any direction would cause problems as well. She summoned all the information she knew on emergency care, and very carefully but quickly began to pull.

Halstead had been careful not to make many sounds up to this point, but the moment she began to pull, was the moment he began to cry out in agony.

And all the thug did was smile.

A/N 2: This is a wild chapter in my opinion. And I am POSITIVE that Erin would have given more fight to the whole idea of pulling the knife out of Jay, but I really don't think you will all care TOO much!

Anyways, this is the end of chapter two. If any of you are still wanting more Jay whumpage, I suggest you go and read one of my new stories. It's 26 Below 32.It's almost done, and will be considerably shorter than this story, but it packs a punch. PArticularly to Jay.

Also, if anyone still isn't satisfied, try my set of one shots. Different Mistakes (Alternative EndingS).

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