Ch7 is here guys! Thank you for the continued support and love, I appreciate it so much! Mia, as always, you deserve the BIGGEST shoutout for being there for me, always! Don't forget to review pls! Enjoy!


*Flashback*

"Control was MY thing! I'm the man here! You're just a weak little bitch!" Lucas spat, grabbing Mia by the hair and throwing her onto the floor roughly. She collapsed with a cry of pain, her head hitting the side of the table as she fell.

"L-Lucas, please," Mia cried, blood clouding her vision.

Lucas laughed maliciously, watching as Mia struggled to get up, only to have him kick her back down again, his boot connecting with her chest, breaking two ribs in the process. Mia screamed, the pain radiating all over her body. She weakly tried to wrap her arms around her ribs but Lucas only pulled her back up to her feet, slamming her back into the wall, causing her to see stars once again. She was sobbing, the pain unbearable, her body aching and her eyes watering.

"You lost, Mia," Lucas mocked. "You always lose. And I'm gonna make sure you remember that for the rest of your pathetic little life!" He drew his knife, its blade sharp and shiny in the dim light of the basement in New York.

"You can never escape me, Mia, and whenever you look at this mark, you'll remember how I won and how you lost, and how I was the dominant one, how I am the one in control." Lucas stuck the blade mercilessly into Mia's stomach, a cry of pain escaping her lips as he dragged the blade over her exposed stomach roughly, enjoying the sight of her blood spilling out and her cracked sobs of pain. He gripped her neck, pressing her against the wall, shoving his blade into her stomach deeper, making sure to scar her so that she would always remember how she was at his mercy, forever his prisoner, and how he had proven to be stronger.

*End of Flashback*

Mia woke up in cold sweat, her breathing deep and panicked. She closed her eyes, taking deep breaths to calm her heartbeat down. Opening her blue eyes once again, she reached over to unlock her phone. It was 5:30am.

Mia rubbed the sleep from her eyes and threw off her blanket. Maybe going for a run would take her mind off the nightmare she had just woken up from. She quickly freshened up and changed into her exercise gear, tying her hair up into a high ponytail.

Grabbing her phone and earphones, Mia quietly left the apartment and began her jog. Once again she decided she would run in Hyde Park, but this time, she hoped no drunken men were around. There was light breeze blowing this early in the morning in Chicago and Mia couldn't say she wasn't enjoying the cool air on her face. She just wished she could forget the past, and move on.

But every time she felt like she was making progress, something happened to pull her right back to where she had begun. At first, she had thought coming back to Chicago could help her move on from everything that had happened in New York. That feeling had lasted all but one day, until Lucas had kidnapped her.

She went around telling everyone she was fine, she wasn't too affected by the ordeal. Lucas may have had his way with her while she was in his captivity, but she was alive and okay, and now she had a whole team who would always watch her back, especially Jay. He would always look out for her, she knew. And truth be told, as much as she enjoyed giving him grief about being the "protective older brother", she wasn't about to lie: she was glad to have Jay watch her back and protect her but she knew she needed to do the same for him, now more than ever since Lucas was still in the wind.

By the time Mia was done with her jog, it was 7:00am. She needed to shower before work. She hurriedly headed back to the apartment and showered very quickly, before drying her hair and heading to the kitchen.

She found Erin already there, boiling the hot water for coffee.

"Morning, Erin," Mia greeted, grabbing a mug from the cabinet.

"Morning, Mia," Erin smiled, as she turned off the boiling water and poured herself some coffee. She poured some for Mia as well.

"Thanks," Mia grinned. "Where's Jay?"

"He got into the shower ten minutes ago," Erin replied, sitting at the table. Mia followed, taking a sip of her black coffee. "So I have a question. Why do you drink black coffee?"

Mia shrugged. "Guess I've always had a problem with milk and cream. Never seems to sit well in my stomach."

"From childhood?"

"Yeah, you could say that. I only started to understand it when I was a teenager, but I always had the problem from childhood, yeah."

Just then, Jay walked in, his hair wet from the shower. He grabbed himself a mug and poured some coffee for himself before taking a seat beside Erin. He seemed a little off, but Mia took that as a sign that he was maybe still tired.

Mia glanced over at the counter top and saw the spoon lying there beside the kettle of hot water. A smirk played across her lips as she moved her eyes back to her brother. Raising an eyebrow in mock surprise, she teased, "Not gonna give us grief about the spoon today, Jay?"

Jay shook his head. "Not today," came his simple reply.

Mia frowned, unsure of what to think, but knowing that something was wrong. Jay would NEVER miss a chance to annoy her about her messy nature. Being in the military had taught him to be neat and tidy and to appreciate cleanliness, whereas for Mia, the opposite applied.

Apparently, Erin had noticed too. She glanced at Mia with a worried look, before reaching out to touch Jay's hand, which was holding his mug. "Jay, is everything okay?" Erin inquired softly, rubbing soft circles on his hand.

"Yeah, everything's okay," Jay responded, drinking his coffee.

Mia could tell at once that he was lying. Jay definitely wasn't okay. She just couldn't figure out why he was acting different today or what was bothering him. "Jay," she tried only to be cut off by his mobile ringing.

Jay took his mobile from his pocket, glancing at the caller ID before swiping the answer bar. Mia watched as he listened to the caller on the other end, his eyes and face hardening as he clenched his jaw. Finally he said, "Okay, I'm coming."

Once he had hung up the phone, Mia and Erin exchanged puzzled glances. Who had he been talking to? And why had he looked so angry?

"Who was it?" Erin asked her boyfriend, placing her hand back on his bicep.

Though he felt somewhat comforted at her touch, he knew right now, things were not okay. He couldn't drag her into this. "Just a CI of mine," he responded effortlessly as he finished up his coffee. "Thinks he has a lead."

"A new case?" Mia grilled.

"Yeah." Jay stood up, glancing at his wrist watch. "I gotta go. I'll see you guys at the district." He leaned towards Erin and kissed her gently on the lips before walking around to hug Mia.

"Jay?" Mia stopped him as he turned to leave.

"Yeah?" He turned back around.

Mia stood up, biting her lower lip. "I didn't say this yesterday...Thank you for jumping in to save me."

Jay smiled, wrapping an arm around his little sister and hugging her again. "You never have to thank me, Mia."

Mia nodded. She pulled away and patted his rock-hard, muscled chest gently, a small smile on her lips. "Be careful, Jay."

"I'll be fine," he assured her before turning again and leaving.

But despite his words which would normally be so reassuring to Mia, this one time she couldn't shake the feeling she had: something was not right.


Jay stopped his car by the docks near Chicago River, the very same place he had stood up to Voight and prevented his boss from killing Pulpo. Jay got out of his car, keeping a hand ready on his gun which was holstered to his hip. His detective instincts were on high alert but he knew he needed to see this potential lead first and verify it before taking it to Voight.

His CI, Dante, stepped out from the shady alleyway.

"Got you the lead," Dante commented, waving a folded paper in his hand.

"Show me," Jay ordered firmly.

"Where's my cash?"

"Don't screw around with me, Dante. Give me the paper. If it's worth it, I'll give you your damn cash. You have my word."

"Come on, man! Have I ever let you down before?" Dante whined.

Jay raised an eyebrow at his CI, his hand gripping the butt of his gun. "I'm not in the mood to play games right now."

A different voice suddenly spoke up. "Why so moody, Detective Halstead?"

Jay spun around, only to find himself looking down the barrel of a gun, whose owner happened to be none other than Lucas Gilmore. Jay reached back to pull out his own weapon but Lucas cocked his own gun, effectively making Jay freeze mid motion.

"No no no," Lucas clucked his tongue impatiently. "Dare to draw your weapon, Halstead, and I won't hesitate to kill you."

Jay kept his eyes trained on Lucas as he slowly raised his hands in the air, his jaw muscles jumping as he glared at the bastard in front of him. Lucas just smirked triumphantly.

"Good work getting him here, Dante," Lucas praised the CI. "Now get him tied up." He turned his gaze back on Jay, his malicious grin only widening. "We have A LOT to talk about, Detective Halstead."

"You can go to hell if you think I want to listen to anything you have to say," Jay shot back angrily.

Dante grabbed Jay's hands and tied them behind his back before taking Jay's gun and then patting him down to see if he had any hidden mics or weapons. Lucas laughed, shoving Jay in front of him, keeping his gun trained against Jay's spine.

"Let's go, Halstead."


Mia was pacing the bullpen, constantly rubbing her forehead worriedly. Erin was sitting at her desk, elbows on the table, her chin in her hands, her eyes reflecting her anxiety. It had been two hours and there was no sign of Jay. Whenever they called his mobile, it would ring for a couple seconds before being directed to his voicemail.

Hank stepped out from his office. "Where the hell is Halstead?" he asked, watching both his female detectives jump at the sound of his gruff voice.

"We've been trying his cell for two hours now, Voight," Erin informed him. "It just sends us straight to his voicemail after a couple of rings."

"Sarge, he's in trouble," Mia said, her eyes worried. "He went to meet his CI. That's all we know."

Voight nodded, turning to Kevin immediately. "Atwater, go inform Sergeant Platt to send out a DOA. Tell her Halstead is missing and we need all available officers everywhere looking for him."

Atwater nodded. "On it, Sarge." He got up from his desk and headed down the stairs.

Erin rubbed her chin thoughtfully. No matter how worried she was for her boyfriend, she needed to keep her head on straight and think clearly. It was called being professional. "Okay, we know Jay went to meet his CI. We just don't know who the CI is. Why haven't we checked all his CI files again? There could be something there we've missed."

Mia nodded. "We should." She turned on Mouse, her eyes pleading and full of worry. "Mouse, please, ping his phone. We need a location."

Mouse nodded once, typing away on his keyboard. "On it." After another minute of rapidly typing, Mouse gave a victorious, "Got it! The signal is coming from Chicago River!"

"Let's roll," Voight ordered.

Mia hopped into her vehicle, Ruzek jumping into the passenger seat, this time without any complaint. He knew his partner wasn't in the mood for any whining from him. And he knew that finding Jay was much more important than his pride or ego.

In twenty minutes, the team reached the Chicago River. They spread out and began scouting the area, leaving no stone unturned in search of one of their own.

"Found his phone and gun!" Ruzek called out.

Mia and Erin looked at each other frantically before racing to where Ruzek stood. Mia's heart dropped when she saw her brother's phone and gun lying on the floor. He had been here, but now there was no sign of him. With tears threatening to spill, Mia turned and kicked a stone into the river in frustration.

"Mia hey!" Adam appeared beside her. "We're going to find Jay."

Mia stayed silent, pursing her lips together to keep herself from crying. She watched Adam scan the area and his eyes landed across the street.

"Sarge, we got a security camera right across the street," Adam pointed out.

"You and Atwater get access to the footage," Voight ordered. "Lindsay, bag Halstead's cell and gun. We're going back to the district."

Erin nodded silently but even she had tears threatening to spill and she needed to find a way to keep them back. To keep her emotions in check. She could NOT fail now. Not when Jay needed her the most.


Back at the district, Kevin and Adam returned shortly after everyone else had arrived.

"We got registration to the footage, Sarge," Kevin reported.

"Mouse, start tracing it," Voight commanded, standing at Mouse's desk. Mia stood behind Mouse, arms crossed, biting on her lower lip as she watched her boyfriend work efficiently. She kept blinking away her tears and swallowing all the horrible thoughts of the endless possibilities of what could have happened to her brother.

"Okay, this footage shows a car, a black SUV leaving the scene...I traced the number plate of the vehicle. Comes back hot to a company called-." He barely glanced back at Mia before continuing. "It's an architecture company called 'Gilmore and Peters'."

Mia stiffened, her eyes widening only a little before she regained her usual composure. She recognized the name of that company any day. "Oh shit," she mumbled.

Everyone turned to look at her.

"When I was a cop in the NYPD, we came across this company many times," Mia explained, keeping her face straight to avoid giving away any hints that she had been too personally invested in the company. "My partner and I, we kept tabs on them. They use the 'architecture' part of the company as a cover up for their real job: sex trafficking. Led by Lucas Gilmore." His name felt like poison on her tongue and made her blood boil. If Lucas had Jay, Mia needed to get to Jay fast.

"Do you think this Gilmore dude kidnapped Jay?" Adam asked.

"Certainly looks like it," Alvin agreed grimly. His words hit Mia and she struggled to keep her composure, blinking back any tears and once again, replacing the worried look in her eyes with an intense fire that wouldn't die until she had her brother back, alive and safe.

Voight ran a hand across his forehead, thinking. "Looks like everything is leading straight back to Gilmore." Looking at Atwater and Ruzek, Voight continued. "You two go see if Lucas actually had any business in Chicago and check to see if any man matching his description has checked into any hotels recently. Work fast. We don't stop until we get Halstead back, alive. Understood?"

Everyone nodded in agreement, not needing to be told twice. Jay was their brother, their family, and they would be damned if they didn't work their asses off to find him or do whatever it took to get him back.

"Allyson, a word," Voight said, gesturing to his office.

Mia moved from behind Mouse and followed her boss into his office. He closed the door behind her, placing a hand in his pocket as he walked to his desk and leaned against it.

"We're not giving up till we get him back, Mia," Hank assured her. "Halstead's been part of this family for a long time now, and he's one of the best detectives here. He's good police and so are you. We're gonna find him."

"Sarge, I appreciate that," Mia nodded. "I just know how these things can turn out...I don't want to get my hopes up."

Voight looked at the younger Halstead and sighed. "Kid, having hope isn't a bad thing...Sometimes, it's the only thing that keeps us going. Don't give up on Jay."

Just as Mia was about to respond, Erin opened the door. "Sorry to interrupt but the Chief's here."

Mia and Voight stepped out of the office and Chief Lugo stood there, arms crossed, a stern expression on his face. "You can't work this case. It's too personal," Chief Lugo stated gravely.

Voight shook his head, jaw clenched. "One of our own has been taken and that's PRECISELY the reason we need to work this case. You and I both know Intelligence is the only unit out there qualified enough to get Detective Halstead back safely."

Erin stepped forward. "Chief Lugo, with all due respect, we worked a similar case a couple months back when Detective Halstead had been abducted in a undercover operation gone wrong. WE got him out of there alive. So, there's no way in HELL you're taking this case from us, when WE'RE the ones who can get him back alive again."

Chief Lugo scanned all the determined and stern expressions in front of him. "Alright," he agreed. Pointing a finger at Voight, he added, "You have forty-eight hours to find Detective Halstead." With that, he turned around and departed.

Voight let out a sigh when his mobile started ringing. Seeing it was Ruzek, he put the call on speaker mode.

"Sarge," Ruzek's voice came across the line. "We got a positive ID on Lucas leaving the South Chicago City Hotel. He's heading towards the new apartment buildings being built across the Chicago River."


Jay was tied up, arms behind his back, the rope rubbing raw against his wrists. His head and lip were bleeding, and he could hardly see anything at the moment. His body ached, and he was sure Lucas had drugged him with something.

Lucas punched Jay for the fun of it, to get him to focus on Lucas. An evil smirk spread across Lucas's lips.

"Bet your baby sister didn't tell you much of what happened in New York, now did she, Halstead?" Lucas taunted, his words cutting like ice.

Jay kept his calm, not wanting to give the son of a bitch the satisfaction. "She told me enough," he replied, his voice low.

"Did she tell you then, how she LET me use her? How she stated getting cocky about everything? How she thought she could one up me? And how, when I was punishing her, she would beg for you to help her, but you weren't there, were you now, Jay? You were here, falling into bed with your sexy ass partner."

Jay clenched his jaw, his eyes blazing angrily. "You can't touch Mia now. She's got the entire unit backing her up and she's safe. No matter what you do to me, I know you can't lay even a finger on her anymore."

Lucas chuckled, shaking his head, leaning against the wall opposite the CPD detective. "I've had people watching her, stalking her, ever since she returned to Chicago. I warned her I would ALWAYS find her, no matter where she ran."

Despite being tied up tightly, Jay still tried to lunge at Lucas. The anger and rage he felt towards the criminal was consuming him, and he needed to get himself free so he could give the bastard hell. For everything he had put Mia through.

Lucas scoffed at Jay's futile attempt, enjoying how his words were effecting the detective. "You know," Lucas went on, idly. "Speaking of that sexy partner of yours, Erin Lindsay right?"

"Don't you dare touch her!" Jay threatened, the thought of Lucas hurting Erin in any way making him angrier than he had ever been.

Lucas raised his hands in mock surrender, his malicious laugh echoing around the basement. "Oh, I haven't touched her yet, Halstead. But I might...Hmm, I bet I could have a lot of FUN with her." Lucas turned around, heading for a box kept at the side of the room. He opened and pulled out some photographs.

A triumphant, evil smirk on his lips, he returned back to Jay, who was still glaring at the sick man in front of him. "Here, I think you'll just LOVE these little pictures I have of your girlfriend," Lucas continued to torment Jay. He threw down the pictures in his hand.

Jay was seeing red when his eyes landed on the compromising pictures of Erin.

"That body of hers, I could use that to my advantage...She'd get me a hell lot of money for the right price," Lucas grinned. He leaned back against the wall, watching Jay get angrier by the second. "I bet I could find you girls who are better in bed than she is though. I've known a lot, and that includes Mia."

"I swear to God you won't get away with this," Jay promised angrily.

Lucas shrugged, walking around Jay before once again, stopping right in front of him. "You know, Mia loved me. She actually did, and there was a time I genuinely loved her too. I cared a lot about her. But there came a time where she started to defy me, to question me, even rebelled against me."

"Can't say I blame her. She's happier now without you and she's moved on," Jay retorted sassily.

Now it was Lucas's turn to explode. Jay watched in satisfaction as Lucas turned red, his eyes wild and his brow furrowing in anger. Lucas whipped out his gun, slamming the butt of it against Jay's collarbone.

Jay groaned in pain, as Lucas grabbed his hair roughly, pulling his head back. "If you wanna get smart with me, Halstead, you're gonna pay for it badly."

"If you think I give a damn about what you do to me, you're sorely mistaken," Jay shot back.

Lucas's nostrils flared, and he aimed the gun at the detective. He fired one shot.

Jay felt the bullet hit him in the stomach, and he held back a cry of pain. Instead, his eyes never left Lucas as he stepped forward, his face level with Jay's. "You better hope you friends get here on time, Halstead. Otherwise, I guess you'll just abandon you sister, for good this time."

Clenching his jaw in pain and gritting his teeth to prevent him from giving in to the pain, Jay spoke out. "When my team finds you, all hell will break loose. You're a sick ass son of a bitch. I wouldn't celebrate yet if I were you."

Lucas spun back around, viciously jabbing the muzzle of the gun into Jay's open wound, eliciting a cry of pain from the detective, which was music to his ears. He placed his mouth to Jay's ear before whispering, ever so softly, "Tick tock."