Author's Note: I know that the last chapter was definitely a twist. I definitely had a reason for it to play more in the depth of what Chris would do to get to Jay. This chapter takes place the following day since Antonio still needs to meet up with the baddies. I have a few ideas and the twist isn't the worse to come. I'm a sucker for whump Jay fics and this is my first to be of that. Also note, that I have some more Jay and Hank stories coming!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Chicago franchise or any of the characters with the exception of the OCs.

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Intelligence Unit Bullpen
Hank Voight and Intelligence

It had been a long night for Voight when he finally managed to drag Jay back to his house. Halstead did not get a blink of sleep and when his patrol arrived, Hank left for work since Jay finally fell over in exhaustion.

More and more about this case pissed Hank off even more. Jay was the most private person other than himself and now his life is being spilt out for all of Intelligence. Secrets from his past had been uncovered. The Jay Halstead from ten years ago is not the same Jay Halstead that was currently at his house. Everything that had happened had just been a past life to him and now it was coming back.

This team had to race to get this guy before anything could could happen to Halstead but at this point Voight wasn't sure. Chris Winters was like the wind. He would come and go but they couldn't catch him. Ruzek was currently running history for Chris' birth name in hopes of finding something.

From what Jay had told them, Chris had knowledge of where Jay had gone which means someone had their eyes on Halstead. Voight knew he made the right call to never let Jay out of someone's sight. Jay could take care of himself but Hank wasn't sure what would happen if Evan was put into the crossfire leaving the man with an impossible choice.

It also wasn't long before Antonio had his meet up with Winters and Marshal. Hopefully, Winters would say something to give his whereabouts and on the bright side they could catch him. This was their chance to finally get Winters boxed in and caught and all of this would be over.

"Sarge!" Ruzek suddenly called out and Voight looked over to the officer. Ruzek had a proud smile written on his features as he looked up from the screen. "While we have information on him as Chris Winters, everything that he has been doing was under his birth name of Romano. There are three warehouses within the city that are under his name."

Voight nodded, happy with the outcome of the conversation that had taken place with Shawna Gilman the day before. They were finally getting results. "Good job, Ruzek. Get those addresses and have patrol go check them out. We need to prepare for the meeting with Winters. I want to get this guy."

Jay Halstead
Hank Voight's House

Halstead was practically blinded as he came too. The detective groaned as the light filled his eyes and he slowly leaned up. His stomach turned as he got out of bed. Jay stretched and sighed as the tense muscles slowly loosened themselves up.

The sound of objects falling downstairs caught his attention. He reached for his gun off of the nightstand and kept it at his side as he slowly made his way downstairs. As he got to the living room he caught the sounds of Burgess and Roman's voices along with his son's. He sighed and tucked his gun into the hem of his pants in the back.

Jay noted that he was way to on edge. His gun should not be the first thing he grabbed for. He did have a child after all and children are known for making ruckus. He composed himself and turned the corner to see his son hitting down the toys in front of him.

Voight had shocked him the day before by having Lindsay and Atwater go to his house and bring over all of Evan's toys and some more of Jay's things while Hank kept him calm. Hank merely told him children needed things to keep them distracted especially in times like this.

Evan looked up at his father and smiled. "Good morning, daddy!" The child exclaimed, holding up one of his toy blocks. Jay felt the small smile come to his face and took the block that his son held out for him.

"Sorry if we freaked you out, Jay." Burgess said from her spot on the couch. The detective looked over to her and gave the woman a soft expression.

"How did you know?" The blue eyed male joked, placing the block on top of the pile for Evan to hit the middle and knock it all over. Classic. Building it to break it. He thought.

"Well, you have your gun in your waistband." Jay couldn't help but smile. Kim was a hell of cop and had a good eye. She would definitely be in Intelligence one day. "Voight told us about your night so we figured we would hang out in here until you woke up."

He couldn't be more thankful for Hank and the two patrolman at this moment. It was definitey hard being a single father, working as a detective, and everything that had been going on recently. "Thank you." Jay muttered softly, helping Evan build up his tower again. Jay was waiting for the moment that he would knock it down again.

They all sat in silence. Jay wasn't sure how long. Roman had joined in on making what Jay thought was a castle out of blocks while Kim looked out the windows every so often before joining in as well. Halstead took deep breaths as he felt a wave of nausea hit him.

The detective quietly excused himself from the room as he felt the remaining contents of his stomach was making its way up. Jay quickly detarted towards the nearest bathroom and barely made it to the toilet in time before the bile finally made its way up. He dropped to his knees and gagged as the acidic taste filled his mouth. He dry heaved for a moment and leaned back against the bathtub that was nearby as it finally subsided.

He took in deep breaths from his nose as another wave hit him. Jay felt a cold cloth pat his forehead causing him to crack his eyes open as he saw Kim kneeling next to him. No words were exchanged between the two of them as he once again retched into the toilet. Gagging as nothing came up, he cursed at the burning sensation in throat. He failed to notice that Kim had grabbed his gun from his waistband and sat it to the side.

Intelligence Unit
Antonio Dawson, Meet Up with Chris Winters

The Intelligence Unit sat up their survillence around the block as Antonio walked up to the location that had been written on the piece of paper. Ironically, it was one of the addresses that Ruzek had found connected to the Romano name. Antonio had caught it at last moment and called off the patrol for the location. They could not compromise their one chance to get close enough to Winters.

Dawson stood with a poker face as he looked around. He spotted each spot where the rest of his unit was currently stationed out. With their locations, only someone knowing what to look for could find them. Olinsky was the closest one to him disguised as a homeless man if anything were to go wrong.

The detective wasn't sure how long he had waited before a black SUV had pulled up into the warehouse. He mentally swore as it completely blocked the teams view from him. A smile came to his face as he remembered that Voight had told him to put on a wire since Winters would be at this meeting. Antonio rocked on his feet as he waited for them to get out of the car. Shock almost immediately came to his features when only one person got out of the car and it was Chris Winters.

"Did think I would show, Antonio?" Winters said smug as the color drained from Antonio's face. Antonio could hear almost every single of the others curse into the earpiece as his name came out so causally from the man in front of him. Jay had been right. Chris was toying with them. Antonio waited for Winters to pull something on him and drop him then and there. "I'm not going to do anything to you, Detective Dawson? You came here to talk didn't you."

Antonio knew there was no telling Winters that he was just Javier. This man was definitely smart. From what he could tell from this case, he was also good at completely covering his tracks. "Well, since you know who I am. I do want to ask you one thing. What is your obession with Jay Halstead?"

A sadistic grin came to Chris' face as he took a couple steps forward. "He is mine and I've come back for him. He is mine to protective and mine alone." He explained, leaning forward to exactly where Antonio's wire was placed. "Hear that Voight. I will get him back whether you like it or not. Nothing will stop me. Not even the great Sargeant Hank Voight." Chris let out a laugh as he pulled back and walked away from Antonio, walking in a circle around him.

"How'd you know?" Antonio found himself asking. Chris scuffed with his hands in his pockets. "You are by far one of the smartest criminals I've come across."

"You see, I have eyes and ears every where. There is not a thing you do that I won't find out about." Chris said, walking back over to the detective and leaning in once more. "You know, maybe you should check on my dear mother. I've heard some news about her recently."

Firehouse 51
Kelly Severide and Matthew Casey

Kelly was leaning against Matt as they lounged in the blonde's private quarters taking a moment of the silence. Severide felt himself nodding off into sleep before jerking himself awake. He looked up to the amused face of his boyfriend and couldn't help but smile.

The tender moment was cut off by the intercom announcing a warehouse fire. The two Lieutenants jumped up and took off running for the garage. The others were already starting to get turned out as Kelly arrived at Squad 3 and Matt at Truck 81. Once everyone was loaded up, Truck 81 was the first to pull out followed by Squad and the ambulance.

It hadn't taken them long to arrive at the scene. Kelly hopped out of the fire truck and immediately started instructing. He made his way to the door and kneeled down to slip his mask over his face. Following behind him was Cruz as they made entry.

He could feel the heat of the fire as he entered the building. "Fire department, call out!" There was no reply as the two made their way further into the building. He could hear Cruz yelling clear as he checked the rooms to their right. Kelly made his way further into the warehouse looking for any possible victims. He could hear over the radio as Truck 81 made their way in as well. His heart raced as he moved through the smoke filled building.

Severide made it to the middle of factory and immediately froze at the sight in front of him. Dangling from the ceiling was a body that was currently in flames, hanging from their feet. A pile of wood and a couple of gas cans sitting underneath the body all engulfed in flames. The word 'traitor' written on the wall in what appeared to be blood.

He was brought out of his stupor when he felt a hand tap his back. He looked over his shoulder and saw Casey and Hermann behind him along with Cruz. "Found the source." He whispered. He looked back to the body. The body did not move or make a sound. Whoever the person had been was clearly dead.

"Let's get this fire out and call the Intelligence unit."

Christian Romano Warehouse
Hank Voight

Saying Hank Voight was furious would be an understatement. He was seething in anger. The sound of Chris Winters' voice alone made him want to put a bullet through the man's head. Winters made it sound like Jay was some sort of prize to be won along with teasing Antonio.

He had already made the call to patrol to get to Shawna Gilman's house. They were being set up. There had to be a reason that Winters showed up alone. The man was cocky and smug. There was no way that Winters was getting out of this.

His phone vibrated in his pocket, looking away from the warehouse for a moment he pulled it out and read the name that flashed on his screen:

Matthew Casey

Confusion struck him for a moment. Why would Matthew Casey be calling him? He sighed and answered the call and brought the phone up to his ear. "Voight."

"Hey, Sargeant, I know you're busy over the case involving Jay but I think we have a victim from a fire here that might be connected to it."

Voight's heart started to race. His mind immediately jumped to Jay. Lindsay looked at him from the passenger seat in confusion. "Is the victim male or female?"

"It's a little hard to tell but the remains are small like a female and the word traitor was written on the wall."

Hank couldn't help but feel relief come over him. It wasn't Jay. He felt a slight ping of guilt coming through him from the relief since there still was a victim that needed identified.

"On our way." As soon as Voight hung up, a small pop was heard. He looked over and saw smoke coming out of the warehouse. He and Lindsay quickly got out of the car and made their way to the warehouse entrance with their guns raised.

Once inside, Voight could hear the sound of Antonio coughing. He finally made it to him, pulling a piece of cloth from his pocket and handing it to the Latino man. Atwater, Ruzek, and Olinsky checked the rest of the building. Each of the others called out clear and Voight cursed. Winters had gotten away.

Site of Warehouse Fire

It hadn't taken long for Intelligence to make it to where Casey had made the call from. Voight was the first to make it over to where Casey was standing with Battalion Chief Wallace Boden and Liuetenant Kelly Severide.

"Thanks for coming." Boden said, holding out his hand and shaking hands with Voight. Voight just nodded, anger still seeping through him from Winters getting away from their grasps. "Liuetenant Severide, tell them what you found."

Severide cleared his throat and began telling him what he had seen while in the warehouse. Within the swapping of information Mouch came over with a woman's purse in his hand. "Sorry to interrupt but I found the purse of the victim." He handed it over to Lindsay and she immediately started to go through it.

She swore as she opened the wallet and looked at the license which caught the attention of the others. "It's Shawna Gilman." She said in anger. "That bastard killed his own mother."

Jay Halstead
Hank Voight's House

Silence. It was a miracle in his eyes. He had finally managed to get Evan to take a nap. The child having finally crashed after running through out the entire house and not listening to him whatsoever. He laid on the couch and stared at the ceiling, almost falling into a restless sleep as well.

Burgess and Roman had excused themselves to go outside and patrol the yard and check the neighborhood for anything that seemed out of place. Jay couldn't be happier for the moment of silence he had. He was still upset to his stomach and completely exhausted. He heard a shuffle from upstairs and groaned. There was no way that Evan was awake already but Evan was his son. It wouldn't surprise him.

Jay made his way upstairs and made it to the room that Evan was currently in. He cracked the door open and noticed that Evan was still sound asleep in his bed. Sighing, he closed the door and shrugged off the feeling in the pit of his stomach. Evan had most likely dropped his toy on the floor in his sleep. Evan constantly threw things out of bed in his sleep.

The detective went to make his way back downstairs when he heard the noise again. That was definitely not Evan. He tip toed his way back towards the upstairs area, moving around silently through the hall. Hearing the noise once more, he grabbed whatever he could find near him for a source of protection. He hadn't seen his gun since he had gotten sick. He suspected his gun was still downstairs but he couldn't risk if someone was in the house and leaving his sleeping son up here alone.

Jay cracked the door and didn't see any movement. A bad feeling still stayed in his stomach. He had to get Evan out of here. He moved back to the room Evan was still sleeping and slipped into the room. He fell to his knees by the bed and quietly rose the child from his slumber.

Evan cracked his eyes opened and looked at his father. "Daddy?" Jay put a finger up to his lips and quietly shushed the child.

"Evan, be quiet as possible. Take this and hide the the closest and call Hank, okay?" Jay instructed and handed his phone over to Evan. The child nodded and carefully slipped from the bed and shuffled on his feet over to the closest. "Stay here. I will come get you when it's over."

"Daddy, I'm scared." Evan whispered, pulling his father in a quick hug. Jay pulled away and ushered Evan in further into the closest. "Daddy?"

"It's okay, baby. I'll be back. Remember be super quiet." Without saying another word, Jay closed the door to the closest and exited the room. The house was now completely quiet as he crept through it. He took a peek outside and his eyes immediately went wide. Roman was unconcious on the porch while Burgess was laying sprawled out in the yard. He heard another noise close to him and he spun on his heel.

He made it to the bathroom he was in earlier and found his gun on the counter. He grabbed ahold of it and made his way through the house checking the rooms. He went to head up stairs when he felt a hand cover his mouth and a needle jam into his neck. Within seconds, the world went dark.

Hank Voight
Intelligence Unit Bullpen

The unit hadn't been back at the district very long when his phone once again ran. A small smile played on his lips as the name flashed of the screen.

Jay Halstead

Putting the phone he answered and was shocked to hear that it wasn't Jay but Evan.

"Evan?" He asked, gaining the attention of the rest of the unit.

"Mr. Voight, daddy's gone!"