A/N: Hey guys. Sorry for the delay'dness. Enjoy.
Previously On When It Goes South -
"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.
Bellows looked at the closed door that Voight had just stormed through, knowing that he had heard what the criminal wanted through his earpiece. Frankie sympathized for the man, having lost far too many friends in situations like this, but if he couldn't remain calm, especially while he was trying to negotiate for his man's life, then Bellow's wasn't entirely sure he could have him on this.
He rose carefully from his chair, tears of running and chasing after criminals making his knees creak as he did so. He turned to the tech who was carefully clicking away at the computer, trying to find anything that he could on the man. "Dean, let me know if you find anything?"
The tech's head shot up at the use of his first name. He faced his sergeant and nodded his head. "Absolutely sir, and sorry about laughing, I wasn't trying to imply-"
"It's fine Dean, the difference between me and Voight is the fact that Voight has no sense of humor. I saw where you were coming from." Bellows internally shook his head as his tech continued to type away at his computer as he apologized.
"Thank you sir, I'll do my best to help."
"I know you will kid." He patted the kids back, and stepped away, hearing the chair turn back to the computer as he opened the door and stepped out into the cool air. The sunlight beat down on him as he looked around searching for Voight.
He didn't have to look long, finding him surrounded by his team as they all talked the situation over beside what he could only assume was a vehicle owned by a member of the team.
He watched the team interact, just something Bellows liked to do. People watch, it's just a trait that made him better at what he did. Negotiate with people.
The man to Voight's immediate right, whom Frankie could only assume was his second hand man, was crouched slightly over, years of police work he carried around on him weighing him down. He wore a beanie down over his eyebrows as he turned to look over at Bellows. He was dressed somewhat like a homeless person and he acted like it from a far. Must be Alvin. Bellows mused, knowing all about he and Voight's antics in the rise through the ranks.
Besides Alvin was a young kid, reddish brownish hair sticking straight up as he ran his hands through it, the stress of the situation obviously getting to him as his other hand shoved his own beanie in his pocket. The kid they pulled from the academy? Probably. Another big piece of news that spread through Chicago pretty quickly, especially because he was a Ruzek. Aaron? Adam? Asher? Nope, definitely Aaron. He dressed extremely similar to the way Olinsky was dressed, leading Frankie to the conclusion that the two were partners.
Besides Adam sat a big man, brown. Somebody that Bellows was certain that if he wasn't a cop, he would possibly be on the wrong side of the law. Probably a gang banger. He definitely had the stamina. He was coated in a large, brown leather jacket, probably doing nothing to prevent him from the cold.
Finishing up the circle of Intelligence, was a shorter, hispanic man. Not that he was short, especially compared to Voight, but when compared to the giant on the other side of him, whew. His hair was slicked back and extremely black. Almost blue it was so black. Bellows could also tell he had multiple years on the force through the wisdom in his eyes. He had seen and been through things. No doubt in his mind.
Turning his attention to the man that lead them all, as he approached, he could practically feel the tension rolling off the man, and the officers that were doing their best to avoid the group could definitely feel the tension as well.
He walked up behind Voight as he started another sentence, stopping as he felt the presence behind him. He spun around and peered up at Frankie. "I want to take over negotiations."
Bellows stopped, raising an eyebrow as he peered at the rest of the group, all seemingly used to Voight's outbursts. "Not happening. Any more stupid ideas?" Bellows asked.
"That wasn't a suggestion. I want in on this." Voight placed his arms over his chest, spreading the testosterone throughout the radius of the group. Is he trying to intimidate me?
"You are in on this, however, whatever happens through negotiations, is on me. That's why they called me in on this." Bellows responded, not realizing what he had said to the group before it was too late.
"What do you mean called in on this?" Adam asked, crossing his arms as well. "You were brought in as a negotiator before the operation even started?"
"Thats not what I said Aaron." Bellows defended as he mentally berated himself. The truth of the matter is that what was going on up there, nine stories above them, was far more complicated than any of the men surrounding him knew. Only he and his team knew the full extent of what was truly going on.
"If you're going to say my name, say it right. It's Adam," Oh, shit, guess it was Adam. "and it's what you meant." Definitely a good detective. Must take it after his father? Perhaps mentors?
Bellows looked around him at the detectives surrounding him. All either staring at him in confusion, anger, or a mixture of both. "What the hell is going on here Bellows?" Voight barked, stepping extremely closely to Bellows. Definitely bursting his bubble.
Bellows peered at the detectives that surrounded him. He opened his mouth to speak, and then closed again, instead, blowing a stream of warm air into the open. He looked around at some of the officers that busily ran around them, doing something and what not, before turning to the detectives again. "What is going on right now, is something that none of us can actually understand the depth of, however, we didn't just call up your guys as a coincidence."
The team showed their confusion in various degrees to twisting their head vaguely and furrowed eyebrows to actually shaking their entire heads in confusion. "Wha-"
Bellows held up a hand, stopping Antonio from continuing on.
"There's a man in there, holding your men hostage and he's not actually in the drug dealing business, rather a hit man-"
"WHAT?" Voight roared, stepping, if it were even possible, closer to Bellows, forcing the man to have to cast his stare downwards into the shorter man's eyes.
"He's a hitman, who got a target from somewhere in the department." Bellows continued. "Internal Affairs contacted me a few weeks ago because not only do we have a leak, but a killer leak. They sent me a list of names along with this guys hitman alias. Which was short, we know nothing about the man. We shortly found out who the intended hit was, however, what we haven't found out is who planned the hit, why, and who the hitman is." Frankie stopped, watching the reactions on the team's faces.
"Wait, so this is all just a set up?" Alvin asked, already knowing the answer.
"For the most part. We know that there is a FBI agent undercover in there, and we know there is a hitman in there. The thing is, we don't know who is who, and there's a third man in there who is exactly who he says he is. The FBI sent us a grainy image of their guy but they pretty much wiped him from the system and apparently, he underwent a dramatic change in his looks." Frankie, stopped talking, the information seeming stupid, yet pertinent, so he made sure the team knew everything he knew.
"What about the other guy, the hitman, is it actually Alexander Skye Smith or whatever the hell his name is?" Atwater asked, the only one to find his voice after the last round of news.
"That's the other part, we don't actually know." Bellows shrugged his shoulders as he crossed his arms.
"Great." Atwater breathed as he turned away and rubbed the back of his neck.
Bellows looked down to his shoes, rocking on his heels as he poured his guts out. "And there's one last thing you all should know."
"Whats that?" Alvin asked, watching the man as he raised his head and looked Voight in the eye.
"The one with the hit out over their head?" Voight asked, assuming the answer already.
"It's Erin isn't it? That's why he hasn't killed her yet?" Adam asked, hoping his already, almost dead friend, wasn't actually in a deeper hole than he already was.
"No, its Jay, but I don't think they're letting either of them out of that building, and that's why we're stalling time." Bellows supplied, shaking his head as he started to really understand how big of a mess he was in the middle of. Hell, the two officers up there were in the middle of it. He had done many jobs like this before, but never to this level and magnitude, and always with more information.
"And my men knew this?" Voight asked, glaring at the man unforgivingly.
"No." That's when Voight decided that punches were more his thing.
Skye's man, the one sent to fetch the first aid kit, finally skidded over to Smith after searching through the cupboards for a few minutes. The leader scooped the first aid kit from his man, and walked the few steps it took to cross the dimly lit room. Smith dropped the kit beside Erin, the noise startling Jay from his reverie as he glanced at the man then back to the ceiling. Turning back to his men, Skye remained quiet for a brief moment before he pointed to the smallest of his men, dead and what not.
"Jason, fix him up as much as you can, and try and make sure he doesn't die in the next hour." The wiry man looked confused, but remained silent as he stood up, scurrying from his spot on the floor to skid next to the two, and fall back to the floor again. "Jason here is the closest thing we got to a doctor here. He'll do what he can, but I'm going to be honest. I have never seen anybody walk away from a wound like that. So fair warning."
Erin scoffed at the near sympathetic look that sat upon the dealer's face. A look that was quickly wiped away at the noise. "What was that girl?"
She took a breath, careful not to respond with malice. "I'm sorry. I just am really concerned for my friend right now. Is there anyway you can let him go?" Negotiating, not her strong suit in any way, shape, or form, but she could always try.
The little man beside her began to inspect Jays wounds as she was careful to make sure she looked weak. Jay suddenly squeezed her hand as Jason poured hydrogen peroxide on the wound. Jay cried out softly as he squirmed and Erin stopped negotiating for a second as she turned back to Jay. His eyes were shut tight as Jason looked up to her. "The wound went through, and I have to check the back wound, package it and stuff. Can you roll him over?"
She nodded as Erin remembered Jay landing on the weapon earlier, shoving it through his body. "Yea. Can I talk to him real quick?" Jason looked to his bosses retreating back, and shrugged. "I guess, yea."
Erin looked the man over and suddenly realized that she could make an ally out of the man, and decided that she would treat him nicely. He didn't even look like he belonged here.
She cast a thankful smile up at the man, and then looked down at Jay, who was still breathing heavily as some of the bloodied hydrogen peroxide slipped into the wound. Nearly gasping. "Hey Jay, it's going to be okay. I just need you to hang on a little bit longer, okay? We're going to roll you over and get you bandaged up, but just hang on okay?"
He nodded slightly, and Erin sucked in a quick breath before she nodded to Jason.
If she never heard the sound which escaped Jay's lips, almost scream like in nature, it would be too soon. However, it was quickly over, and moments later, Jay was unconscious, and his back and front were quickly packaged.
Once Jay was rolled back over, his head resting in Erin's lap, she looked around at the men surrounding her. All staring at her. Waiting.
That lasted for a moment before Jason sat beside, using an alcohol prep pad to wipe some of the blood away. "I think he'll be okay for a bit. It's just the blood loss and some of the organs which could be damaged and sliced open."
Smith nodded as he looked down at Jay, he looked almost peaceful, despite the lines of pain which ran across his face. "Okay. You keep him comfortable girl, that sound like a plan?"
She nodded her head as he grabbed her phone. He placed the phone on speaker as it dialed. Erin leaned back against the wall behind her, stroking Jay's hair, and playing with the sweaty mess carefully in her hands. Almost like a nervous tick.
The phone rang for a few seconds, almost ten, before it picked up and it wasn't Bellows.
"Hi there hostage taker, you have reached Sargeant Bellows technical support, Dean, may I take a message?"
A/N: Damn, I finally finished a chapter to this story and it's gotten a plot finally. I finally know where I want to go with this bad boy. I am so excited.
I hope you all enjoyed, and I would love feedback, the feedback thus far has been absolutely amazing. I am so freaking happy that you all enjoy it so much. Thanks for those of you who stuck it out and waited.
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