Hi, so here is another chapter, the next chapter might skip a few episodes due to the lack of plot i can get Bridget into. However in the meantime i hope you all enjoy this chapter as the first of the arc of Season 2.

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Bridget

Chapter 9-Risk Management

Hank goes back to work under the shadow of a murder. Jay has to choose a side. Erin is not a happy bunny and Hank finds he cannot rest until he learns exactly what it was that had Bridget so worried about her health.


Bridget had her contraceptive implant in on the day Antonio Dawson left the hospital and went back to active duty. She knew that because as she was coming out the hospital her arm bandaged and aching because that had been a rather big needle that had been stuck in her arm even if she had not watched, she ran into him.

"Oh fuck" she said wishing she was wearing any top other than her old grey one that might have been an old clubbing one of Erin's that was sleeveless so that her bandage and fabulously forming bruise was showing.

"Hey" Antonio said giving her a strange look. "You ok?"

"Yeah it's all taken care of now"

Of for God's sake she was babbling like a child. She resisted the urge to stop her foot and reminded herself sternly to pull herself together.

"Ok" Antonio said shooting her a look that said quite plainly he thought she was mad.

"You want a ride to the station?"

"Eh no, I'm gonna go home and work on an essay. Congrats on getting back to work though"

And then she was gone her face screwed up at the thought of her own stupidity at the way she handled that and the fact that there was no way that this conversation in all its glorious awkwardness was not going to make it back to her father.

Brilliant.


Antonio was stiffer on his legs than he used to be and he supposed that was the reason why he was still confined to desk duty but he had to admit that desk duty was better than whatever was happening to Voight. At best he was facing suspension pending another full investigation (and most cops didn't survive one never mind two) and at worst he was heading back to prison and their unit which had felt like family would be broken up.

He was just filling out some paperwork to return to their new girl Nadia who had been talking to Erin who was always jumpy these days and Jay who looked like he was wrestling with some sort of agonizing moral dilemma that as a catholic school boy Antonio knew from sight.

Yeah he was staying away from that one. He had enough problems to deal with.

After yelling at Adam about the whole thing where he was now a suspect in the murder of his colleague and then storming off to his office Antonio was very glad that he was not in the line of fire today. He had to admit that he was tired of being the fall to guy for Voight. Did he think Voight killed Sheldon honestly? No? But he was pretty sure that something was going on with his daughter too. And that left another couple of questions and he tapped his pen against the desk and tried to think about what to do, he was loathe to violate Bridget Voight's privacy and her life anymore than he suspected he had done when he had stepped up and sent her father and brother to prison but yet if it had been Eva coming out of that hospital with a bandage covering a bruise on her arm and looking as shifty as fuck would he want to know about it?

The short answer was yes.

So he dragged himself to his feet and forced himself to go to Voight's office feeling like he would rather go to the gallows instead.

He knocked once feeling a sense of trepidation that he had only ever felt once and that was the first time he had put his life in this man's hand post prison.

He shut the door behind him.

"Look" he began in a rush. "I don't know what the thing between you and your daughter is and I don't wanna know but I do know if it was Eva I'd wanna know if something was bothering her. I saw her come out of the hospital today, looked like she'd had some kind of procedure done but her arm was all bruised and bandaged on one side and she was acting kinda strange. She said she was going home when I offered her a ride but…well…I'd wanna know if It was me so I figured perhaps you would want to know too" He finished the rushed overlong sentence almost lamely but really? What was he supposed to say.

Voight as always was unreadable.


Jay was pacing, up and down the locker room. Erin was no help, he had expected that much and even knowing what was on that memory stick he had no idea what he should do next. Did he go to Voight and tell him, throw his trust with a man who at best dirty on occasion and at worse someone Jay should be putting in handcuffs or did he leave this where it was or turn it to someone else.

There was really nobody to talk to about this. Erin and Al were heart and soul for Voight, Adam and Kevin had not been long out of the academy and were not going to hang up their badges on anything less than iron clad proof and Antonio…well who knew with Antonio nowadays.

So he was pacing, back straight at the march and pace and posture he would have done in the Army and not for the first time since moving back to Chicago he wished his brother was here. Will had a habit of working though all the kinks and just telling him what to do. Jay had no idea. Well…that wasn't strictly true either. He had some idea of what to do, he knew what he should do. Weather or not he was going to do…well…that was why he was pacing.

It all came down to trust he thought. Did he trust Voight? Did he trust the fact that he wasn't IAB and spying on them all? Did he still trust his own instincts?

Well the answer to the last one was a resounding yes and so he fingered the little penstick in his hand for a second taking it in, this had the power to put away a man for life, this had the chance to exonerate a friend and put his ghosts to rest and this had the power to put a killer behind bars where he so richly deserved to be.

He sighed. It was time to trust Voight. If anything else he trusted Erin with his life and she trusted Voight with hers and that had to be enough for him because if there ever came a point where he didn't trust Erin's judgement…his partner's judgement then he may as well turn in his badge right now.

Jay stood up and, evidence in hand hoped like hell he was entrusting the last thing a good friend had asked of him to a man who would put the person who took his life behind bars and not cut him a deal or owe him for the rest of his life. If not…then he knew where he would stand for the rest of his short time in Intelligence.

And with that he opened Voight's office door.


There was a pause where he stood outside his house. Erin was pissed without a shadow of a doubt and she was only going to get a lot worse before she got a lot better and there was no way of stopping her. Experience had taught him to let her get her anger out of the way before she tried to see if from his perspective. Jay at least had given him an out and he would tell Bridget tonight but first he had to know…he had to know what it was that was going on inside his daughter's head. What it was with her health that she was doing.

Antonio had not helped one bit. And thank god Perry didn't track his internet search history anymore because if he did then he would know that Hank had spent the last three hours looking up medical treatments that included bruising of the left arm. All in all he didn't have much and certainly nothing until he had the information he needed so he could finally get a good nights rest.

Bridget was in the kitchen stirring something in a pot. The scene was so similar to the time where he had come in and she had been wearing the watch and had smiled at him that he almost had to double check what was going on. There was a pause where she turned and he noticed the gleam of silver on her wrist which was the watch.

"It's just soup. I wasn't sure if you wanted more or if you were coming home but there is more than enough for two…"

"Thanks" he said taking in what she was wearing. It was a pair of leggings and a pale pink jumper with long sleeves and he couldn't see her arm or if there was a bandage under it.

Yeah he was not prepared for this in the slightest.

"Bridge I gotta ask you what you were doing in the hospital this morning. And before you ask Antonio told me because he wanted someone to tell him if it was his daughter and…and…look are you sick? Is it…is it what your Mom had? Because if it is then I promise you we will get through this or…I mean…is it a boy? Is someone hurting you?"

There was a pause as Bridget took in his expression and then she put down her spoon and turned the soup of the hob. Hank felt his breathe catch into his throat and she paused where he stood there and wondered weather or not he was about to enter his own agony for the second time in his life. Please, oh please not this again.

"Dad I am not sick." Bridget said finally. "And if you must know I wasn't at the hospital because I was having a scan or anything and I wasn't worried about health insurance because someone is hurting me. I was…look the other night when I was with Oliver at the party I came to a decision and we…look you know we didn't do anything Dad but the point is I wanted to and I had no means so…no I am not sick, what I was doing today at the hospital was having a contraceptive implant put in."

Hank blinked. He had no idea weather or not that was a good thing or not. On the plus side it was clear that she was not sick and she was in good health which was one worry of his mind. He was also not going to deny that it was easier to sleep now he knew he was not going to lose his daughter the same way he had lost his wife or in any other way. Nobody was hurting her and she was not sick. That had to mean something.

But on the downside there was the fact that she was now seriously considering having sex and there was noting that he could do to stop it. It was placing an incredible amount of trust in his daughter that she would know what to do but she was stood there and she was alive and she clearly in control of herself and that had to be something.

"Ah" he said finally.

"Great" Bridget said turning back to her soup.

"No I mean…great…that you are taking control of the situation and making steps about your health, and I appreciate that you told me. You could have told me sooner but I suppose…are you alright?"

"Gonna bruise for a couple of weeks and there's gonna be an incision scar but I'm gonna be protected from pregnancy which is something so…look I probably should have told you but…your not Mom, Dad. And I wanted to do this on my own"

And didn't he know that he was not his wife.

"I know" he said finally. "I know I'm not your Mom Bridge and I understand, but the next time you decide to do something on your own then please let me know even if you don't want me there because I really don't think that I can live through all these little clue things that have been going on. I don't think that I ever want to wait up wondering if you have cancer or not. Please Bridge don't do that to…ever…you got a problem or your worried you come to me you understand?"

Bridget gave him a long look and then jerked her head in something Hank took to heart as a nod. He nodded back and then he sat down deciding that he could worry about his daughter being on birth control later. Right now he was hungry and in need of company that wouldn't involve a fight.

"Seeing as were being so honest with each other you wanna tell me why I got a furious phone call from Erin about how you were selling out cops?"

Or not it seemed.

"That's a long story" he deadpanned hoping she'd drop it but Bridget was her mother's daughter and he was not that lucky.

"I got time"

And so heart considerably lighter, he launched into the tale.


And there it is, i hope you all enjoyed and stay tuned for the next chapter.

Next Chapter-Bridget and Hank find out Justin got a girl pregnant, Hank and the mother of his grandchild are held hostage and Bridget gets her first hand to hand combat against some criminals.