Hello! It`s finally friday and here is the new chapter of Weakness. I hope you enjoy it!

Rachel Green used her hand to wipe the sweat out of her forehead. She had been running top speed for almost fifteen minutes now. She felt the chilly air enter and exit her tired lungs as she controlled her breaths. This was her favorite part of the day. Her boyfriend thought that she was crazy to run in the middle of the night but she absolutely loved it. There was something amazingly comforting about having only the stars and moon as company to her thoughts.

Following her usual path she turned left on the 29th street. Three more blocks and she would slow down to walk the rest of the way. When she approached the 21st District Police Station she immediately noticed that something wasn`t right. She slowed down just in time to watch a black van come out of nowhere. The vehicle accelerated and without warning something was thrown out of its back. The object rolled for a few seconds until it stopped completely.

Rachel looked astonished at the retreating van. "What the…". She didn`t get to finish that sentence as her eyes finally identified the object that had been thrown out of the vehicle: a body. A chill ran down her spine and her mouth fell open.

She was frozen for a few seconds at the sidewalk eyeing the body from a safe distance. Finally she came back to reality and approached it with caution. It was a man. And a very handsome one, she couldn`t help noticing. He had bleeding scrapes on his pale skin from the contact with the asphalt. Taking a few steps closer she could see that he also had a bruise on his chin and a split lip. His eyes were shut. Is he dead? What should I do?

Every inch of indecision disappeared from her mind as she watched him suddenly take a deep breath. He opened his eyes wide and tried to move around. She instantly ran to him and kneeled right beside his body.

"Don`t move, you`re injured".

He looked around frantically and found her eyes. He seemed desperate. His mouth opened one time and closed. He opened it again and tried to speak but nothing came out.

"Take it easy. I`ll get help". She started to get up but his blooded hand suddenly grabbed her left arm making her jump.

"V-voight". His hoarse voice made it difficult to understand what he was trying to tell her.

"What?".

"Call… Voight". He finally managed to say before letting go of her arm and passing out.

"Oh my God".

She got up and looked around. Her eyes found the precinct door. Without wasting any more time she ran into the building. Her body collapsed with another one as she was opening the door.

"Hey! Watch where you are going!". A blond man told her. He looked exhausted. He didn`t look like a cop and wasn't wearing a uniform but her eyes found the distinctive on his belt. A detective!

"I need help!". She blurted out, her voice pitchy. His eyes seemed confused. "A man. They threw him out of a van. He is hurt".

He changed his expression into a serious one, his officer-face. "Where?".

She pointed at the street and together they approached the body slowly. She noticed the detective`s gun on his hand. When they got close enough the detective`s jaw fell open.

"Jay!". He yelled and immediately dropped to the floor beside the unconscious man. He got his phone out of his pocket and pressed a button. "Officer down! Requesting an ambulance at 300 East 29th St. Hurry up!". His fingers felt for a pulse and he turned his attention to her. "Was he conscious?".

"Yes. He told me to call someone. Varth? Vorth?".

He frowned. "Voight".

"Yes! That`s it".

The detective cursed under his breath. Another officers ran out of the Police Station on their direction. A black haired man crouched right next to the blond detective.

"What happened?".

"It`s Halstead! His pulse is strong but he isn`t waking up. He was thrown out of a van". The blonde man pointed to her. "She saw it happening".

"Ma`am. What kind of van? What color? Did you see the license plate? In what direction it went?".

"Black. I don`t know the kind… It looked normal. I don`t know".

"And the license?".

She closed her eyes and tried to remember it. Think, think, think. "Out of State… Massachusetts… 316ES9". She heard sirens approaching.

"Are you sure?".

"Yes. Yes, I am".

Jay came back to consciousness with a bang. He jumped on the soft bed and started frantically moving around, his eyes wide open and wild. What happened? Where was he? He felt strong hands holding him to the bed. His eyes focused on Antonio`s face.

"Hey, Halstead. You`re in the hospital. Take it easy".

Jay abruptly stopped moving. Hospital. Hospital. Hospital. The memories from the van flooded his mind. He tried to speak but nothing came out. His throat was too dry.

Antonio wordlessly let go of his arms and handed him a glass of water. Jay gulped all of it in two long gulps. The cool liquid immediately soothed his aching vocal chords.

"Erin?". He hoarsely managed to say.

Antonio shook his head. "We don`t know where she is. She was not with you".

Jay panicked and tried to get up from the bed. He needed to find Erin. He needed to help her. Antonio`s hands once again prevented him to move.

"You need to rest, man. This is not going to help her. Lay dawn!".

Voight heard the commotion and entered the hospital room.

"Halstead!". He half growled, half yelled. The detective instantly stopped moving and focused his eyes on the Sargent. He felt the weight of Antonio`s grip and for the first time noticed the pain. It was like seeing Voight dumped a bucket of reality over his head. Everything hurt. Jay eyed the white bandages over his scraped arms and felt the ones tightly holding his ribs. He felt tired, worn out.

He sighted and calmed down a little. "Wha-What happened?".

"You got thrown out of a van in front of the precinct". Voight provided while taking a seat on a chair close to Antonio.

"I remember… most of it at least".

Voight focused his eyes on him. There were a lot of feelings on the older man expression. "Do you know where they have taken Erin?".

Jay expression turned blank. He sheepishly shook his head averting Voight`s eyes.

"What do you remember?". Antonio kindly asked.

Jay closed his eyes and sighted out loud. He needed to get his thoughts in order. This was important. "We got jumped at the warehouse. Three man, all foreigners. Caucasian, blue eyes, blond hair. They all looked professional and spoke perfect English, no accent. They took our guns, badges and phones. I- I should have called for back up before entering. Erin wanted to but I told her that we should wait… I-"

"It`s not your fault, Jay". Antonio read his thoughts and handed him some more water. Voight remained silent, his lips pressed against each other.

"They took us to their boss. He wanted to know how we got the address of the warehouse. Erin told him that we knew nothing about his operation, that it was just a CI`s tip but he didn`t believe her". Jay took a slow sip of the water. "There was a really huge guy. He punched me on the ribs… I think he broke some".

All three man focused their eyes on the thin white sheet covering Jay`s bandaged torso.

"Yeah, you have three broken ribs". Antonio told him.

"They didn`t believe us. The huge guy, they called him Yoel… he punched Erin, almost knocked her out of it". Jay`s eyes found Voight`s. The man looked furious and Jay couldn`t help to look away ashamed. He was her partner, he should have protected her.

"Go on". Antonio encouraged.

"They knocked us out. We woke up on a different room, both tied up. I think we were on an abandoned factory or something… I`m not sure. The boss was there and wanted to know how we got the address again. We insisted that it was a CI`s tip. He sent the big guy to interrogate us but I killed him. Opened his throat with a knife".

Voight growled a little with happiness. At least one of them was dead.

"They got to us again and put us in a van. They were taking us to an abandoned lot to kill us but something changed. The man that was taking us… Matei… he got a call. They put us on the van again and the last thing I remember was being thrown out of it".

Antonio nodded at him. "That was five hours ago, Jay. We found you and brought you to the hospital".

Jay suddenly remembered something important. "He put something on my pocket, a note. Where are my clothes?". He looked around the hospital room but couldn`t find his pants anywhere.

"Antonio, can you give us a minute?". Voight asked.

"Yeah. I`ll go get the sketch artist. I`ll be back in a bit".

Voight waited the detective close the door and proceeded.

"I found the paper, Halstead. It was a phone number. I immediately called it. A man answered. He told me I needed to stop investigating or…". He took in a large breath. He looked upset. "Or the next thing I would get on the mail was Erin`s finger". His eyes were fixed on his lap. "Burner phone, couldn't be traced".

Jay took a few minutes to digest the information. He couldn`t help to morbidly picture Erin`s delicate finger being cut off with a knife. Blood, so much blood. He gulped and closed his eyes. "What are you going to do?"

"Officially I`m closing the investigation. Commander Perry already signed the papers. We are keeping it away from the press too". Voight clenched his fists on his lap and frowned. "Unofficially I`m going to find that son of a bitch and make him regret to have ever stepped a foot on this Earth".

Jay remained silent, his mind racing with so many somber thoughts.

"How was she?". Voight asked him, his voice surprisingly soft. His hands were nervously playing with the zipper of his leather coat. Jay had never seen him so vulnerable.

He felt a need to be honest. "Not good. She… She was beat up. She had a concussion from the blow to the head and I think that she hurt her wrist while fighting with the big guy".

Voight was silent for a few seconds, his eyes on the floor. Jay could see his hands trembling a little. "We`re going to make them pay".

"Yeah". Jay timidly offered. He was terrified. How would they find Erin? Why did they let him go and not her? Was she all right? Was she even alive? He remembered their talk inside the van. I love you too – she had said. She loved him. She loved him. She loved him and she was hurting and alone. And, on top of all, he had no clue of how he was going to get to her. "I need to help, get me out of here".

Voight shook his head. "No, you need to rest. You have three broken ribs, a light concussion, a—".

"Voight... It`s Erin". Jay pleaded. He put so much emphasis and emotion on her name, so much love, so much tenderness, hoping that his boss would understand.

Voight sighted. Yes, he did understand. They both cared deeply for Erin. Even if Hank didn`t want Jay and Erin together he knew: Jay loved her. "I`ll see what I can do, kid".

The Reaper eyed the woman coldly. His eyes roamed over her body, noticing the bruises and the dried blood. She was lying knocked out on a dirty sofa inside their current hideout.

The boss watched him with curiosity. Does the ruthless man really have a soft side? He decided to test the waters in order to find out. "She`s just little roughed up. She was acting up so Yoel put her in her place, but nothing permanent. She is going to be fine".

The Reaper didn`t respond or react, his eyes still fixed on the woman and his expression blank, unreadable.

"Never would have guessed you had a daughter". The boss insisted.

"You don`t know anything about me, Erik".

"Yeah, I know. But we`ve worked together for a long time now. I never pegged you as a fatherly type".

The Reaper sighted and considered his answer. "It was no something I had a choice upon. It just happened".

"You got a bitch pregnant and she didn`t want to end the pregnancy?". Erik smiled like he knew what he was talking about.

"Something like that".

"And now you have a 29 year old daughter… who is a cop. A cop that is investigating us". Erik laughed. "Funny how life works".

The Reaper did not laugh, not finding the situation remotely funny. But Erik was not offended, he was used to the other man seriousness.

"I`m taking a not so wild guess here and imagining that you two are not close. How long since you had last laid your eyes on her?". He didn`t get an answer. "Fine. I`ll shut up for now. Just tell me what are the rules here. What should we do with her?".

"Just keep her here until our next load arrives. Make sure she gets food and medical attention if needed. And make sure your boys don`t get any funny ideas".

Erik nodded. "And after that?"

"I have not decided yet".

"Alright. Just understand that I`m doing this as a professional courtesy. If she starts being more trouble than she`s worth or if she put our operation in danger I`ll kill her myself".

The Reaper narrowed his eyes but eventually conceded. "She`ll not give you trouble. I`ll make sure of that".

"Are you sure you can handle her? That one is feisty".

"Yes, I am sure".

I wrote chapter 5 yesterday and there is an awesome part with Erin and her father. I can`t wait for you to read it!

Just a QUESTION: did you get the Dexter reference on chapter 2? Did you get the Friends reference in this one? :)

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Oh. And for those who asked, I live in Brazil; so my first language is Portuguese.

Maybe I`ll go drink a caipirinha now and write some more! See you next friday!