A/N 1: What is this? A third chapter to When It Goes South? How is that possible? It hasn't been updated in months! Well, guess what?
It's happening! A third chapter!
This chapter most likely would not have been up tonight if it weren't for the fact that my great friend Emily typed it up for me! I literally sent pictures f my notebook to her and she typed it up for me! She is amazing and you all should go and check out her work!
Anyways, not going to talk much here besides begging those of you who haven't checked out Something Death Can Touch to check it out and leave it a review telling me how you liked it!
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Previously On When It Goes South ...
"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.
Erin began to cry a sobless cry as she pulled the last inch or so of the knife out of Halstead's abdomen. Jay had stopped screaming almost as soon as he had let the first bellow loose and Erin wasn't sure what she'd have preferred; Jay yelling the entire time, or him remaining silent. Neither were great options, but a silent Halstead had always been something she was afraid of. Jay seemed to be concentrating on his breathing as the thug behind her ripped the knife from Erin's shaking grip and wiped it off on his paint splattered jeans. He shoved the knife into a sheath on his pant belt and gave Erin a smirk.
"I might consider bringing you a first aid kit if you continue to be a good girl."
He quickly got to his feet then leaned over again, so that his face was lingering right above Jays. With a smack against the side of his head, Halsteads eyes flew open as he stared up at the man with a lackluster glare.
"That sounded like it hurt something fierce pretty boy."
"Not as much as her prom date is going to hurt you," Jay gasped, smirking despite the malicious glare his eyes were producing, up at the yellowed teeth thug. The man raised an eyebrow in confusion, not knowing that Jay was talking about Hank Voight. The boss man, the drug lord, or whatever the hell he was, looked up from his phone. He glared pointedly at the thug who stood over Jay.
"What the hell did you do that for?" The man asked, squeezing the phone in his hand tightly on the other half of the room. The thug smiled, shrugged his shoulders and pointed at Erin.
"Wasn't me boss, it was her."
Erin shook her head as she finally was able to observe the situation in front of her rather than being stuck in her thoughts. She was thinking that she might have just killed her partner. The thought of Jay never being able to smile down at her, or in this case, up at her again bombarded her brain as she focused on keeping Jays life inside of his body. She looked at the many layers of jackets he had on, because he was never not cold, and nearly smiled. She did smile when she saw his eyes gazing up at her and doing his best to reassure her.
"Wasn't you, huh? Alright." Erin looked up just in time to see The Boss pull Erin's gun out of his waistband and aimed it at the thug. It was only a moment after that, that The Boss pulled the trigger. She jumped up slightly as her frayed nerves took in what happened. She barely noticed Jays eyes widen to the size of saucers while the boss smiled and shrugged his shoulders the thugs body dropped to the floor as the bullet ripped through his head, creating a deadly new piercing.
The two other thugs in the room both looked with a shocked look to the man in the middle. "Boss?" The smaller one asked, his voice shaky.
The phone rang almost instantaneously after the shot rang out, and Erin could hear screams from outside as civilians began to realise something major was actually going on.
The boss man continued to stand with Erins gun aiming at the place where his thug had just been standing. Then slowly and carefully, he began to slide the gun towards the two detectives. The gun stopped moving once it came to aim at Lindsay and the boss spoke slowly and mechanically.
"I just shot my cousin, do not think I won't do the same to you if you misbehave. I am not screwing around."
Erin nodded, and finally he let his stance drop as he picked up the phone.
"Go get the first aid kit from in the cupboard over there," he demanded, motioning to the other, larger man in the room. "We're going to see how long you two last. Don't bite the hand that feeds you." The man placed the phone on speakerphone and with a sing song voice, began to listen.
"Is everything okay in there, Mr Smith?"
Erin recognised the voice as Sergeant Bellows, the man that was in charge of the whole fiasco. She catalogued the information silently and listened as the negotiation went on.
"Define OK!" Smith demanded as he watched Erin continue to place pressure on Jays abdomen. "If your question is asking if everyone is alive in here, the answer is 'no'. But let me check and see if your homeboy and girl are still alive. Give me a second."
He made an elaborate gesture to cover the speakerphone. "Your boy still breathing?"
Erin once again bit her lip and nodded her head. She looked down at Jays steadily paling face as if making sure sure that he was, indeed still alive. A small smile fluttered at the edge of his lips and Erin did her best to smile back.
Smith considered the reaction and then spoke into the phone.
"Yep, they're alive. Maybe not well, but they're alive."
"Who is not, if you don't mind me asking?" Bellows asked as politely as he could probably muster, or at least as much as Erin assumed he could considering the situation.
"One of my men. He pretty much sped up the death of your boy but if I get what I want then he should make it." Smith responded.
"Thank you Skye, thank you for telling me. That's a good start." Bellows responded through the phone. Erin knew the odds of Frankie actually being that calm at the moment were relatively slim. Probably nothing - it was all a facade.
Jay remained silent and still as the conversation progressed. He kept opening his mouth like a fish, but he would quickly close it again. Erin wasn't sure if it was because he couldn't breathe correctly or if it was because he was thinking. Erin used one of her hands to grab one of his and squeezed it reassuringly. His eyes closed sluggishly and he smirked. She pressed down harder on his wound, prompting his eyes to flash open quickly. She reflected his smile on her own face and listened back in on the conversation between Frankie Bellows and Skye Alexander Sariah Smith.
"Can you tell me what prompted the shooting?"
"My man forced your girl to rip the knife out of your man." Smith sighed into the phone. When the statement was finished, a giant clutter followed by the slamming of the door and huff of breath came from the speakerphone.
"Sorry, one of the officers that just left is very concerned for his friends. Is there any way we can work out an arrangement to get Jay and Erin as well as you and the rest of your men out of there without anymore harm to anyone?" Bellows asked.
Erin knew that said officer was Voight, and she knew he was pissed more than he was concerned.
Yeah, you get me a car and an exit out of the country. Then, and only then can you have your men back." Skye slammed his thumb against the end button and the call disconnected.
He looked at Erin who immediately looked down at Jay, who in turn looked back up at Erin.
"Well shit," Jay sputtered, the smirk sliding from his face.
A/N 2: What'd y'all think? If you want, you should leave me a review? AND if you don't want to review, a PM! Either way, I would love to hear from y'all! You all have been so incredibly patient and accepting to me throughout the year! I can't wait to hear from you!
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~Tayler~