Only the dim winters moon lit the warehouse. Many men, covered in old scars, tattoos or piercings gathered. Waiting to be addressed by their "leader". When a faceless man entered the room the muffled sounds of men talked silenced. He escaped the shadows into the moonlight and smiled sickly. "Gentleman. Welcome. My fellow convicts, we have a mission." Gregory Yates addressed his congregation like a priest would. "We are all victims of Hank Voight and his pathetic department. They don't understand our past; they care about Hank and his silly ideas. I welcome you to get your revenge."
Only a few men stepped forward in agreement. The rest fumbled out into the darkness. "Cowards." Mumbled Yates, only 10 remained. "Now, we hit Hank Voight where it really hurts. May I introduce Miss Erin Lindsay, Hank's basically adopted daughter. I have... A history with Miss Lindsay, so I would love some, alone time. Now do I have your assistance?"
Jay woke to the sound of his phone buzzing. Erin lay fast asleep beside him. Her baby bump was ever expanding and she looked more beautiful than ever. He picked up his phone carefully trying not to wake Erin. "Tonio" he whispered "Yates has what...shit..." "Er I've got Erin, no worries. I'll keep her safe. We'll be at the district in an hour."
Jay shook Erin gently and muttered "baby come on, wake up. We gotta go" Erin rolled over stubbornly "Halstead I don't have to work today." Jay looked at his confused fiancée. He had to explain how Yates, along with other convicts, escaped prison. He also had to admit they may be after her.
The pair got into the car and were only a few blocks from their apartment before a strange van pulled out of a side road. Hitting their car directly on Jays side. Erin remembered men in masks and fire. Oh the fire. It hurt her head. Then she blacked out into the darkness.
Matt Casey and Kelly Severide were on the scene of the crash. "This is Tonios friend. I better call him" shouted Casey. The two Emergancy departments worked as one. Trying to rescue Jay from the ruins of his car. Voight dived into the ambulance, desperate to stay with Jay.
"Erin." Screamed Jay, pulling himself up. Hank held the young man down. "Jay relax you were in an accident."
"But Erin."
"I know Kid, but the unit is on this. We're gonna get her and forensics are gonna have to clean his brains off the walls of whatever shack we find him in."
"Voight what if he... And hurts the baby?" Sobbed Jay, Hank pulled him into a hug, soothing him carefully.
"If he touches either of them, he will be in a morgue." Replied Hank coldly
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Erin opened her eyes slowly. Damn her head hurt. She was handcuffed to a bed, just like one you'd find in a hospital. But she was in a warehouse. "A Detective Lindsay, you're awake." Said the cruel voice that haunted her nightmares. He stepped out of the shadows. Yates. Erin tugged against the cuffs that held her down. She wasn't getting away. Not now, not ever.
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Hank stormed around the district hoping that Mouse would find something. Any damn thing. Jay walked up the stairs. The whole unit turned to him, confused he was even out of hospital. "Halstead get back to Chicago Med!" Jay shook his head. "I'm not going to lie around. The sick little bastard has my girls. I want him dead. And I want to do it!" He was shaking with fury.
"I've got Erin's phone. It's downtown, in an old doctors surgery. Typical Yates."
"Let's get them!"
...
"Detective how I've missed that beautiful face!" Said Yates brightly. "Oh but it's not as bright as when we first met. You know before I killed Nadia... Whoops!" He teased her
Erin struggled against her cuffs, hoping something would weaken. "Oh Detective." He said "You fell into a hole didn't you. Bless. But I guess things picked up..." He gestured to her every expanding bump. "I see you're engaged. To the other one. Halstead?" He smiled at her hatred of him saying his name. "He'll find you Erin, but not before it's too late. Yates stroked her hair softly. "Oh how I've fanaticised about this day."
He moved away from the bed and took what looked like an old pair of hair curlers out of a closet. He plugged them into the socket by the bed and stepped towards her. "I remember... With Nads, she was so strong, she tried to fight me off. True she got a few punches in. She spoke of Voight and how he was going to slit my throat, but in the end she begged for her life, she told me it hurt and to stopped. She said she'd do anything. Poor thing." He laughed cruely, running a hand across Erin's face. "You're tough, Erin, let's see how tough." He picked the hair curlers up and made them make direct contact to Erin's arm. Burning her skin painfully. She cried out in agony, as he continued to burn her flesh. "You're doing so well." He said evilly.
Erin allowed tears to roll down her face. She couldn't beg for her life, the pain was too much. Instead she prayed Jay was okay, that he didn't hate her for dying, well not just her, both of them. Yates smiled at the burnt flesh on her arm. 'This is perfect.' He thought to himself. He moved his hand across her mouth and was shocked when Erin bit down on it hard. Causing him to bleed heavily. He slapped her hard around the face with his other hand and yelled "you little drug taking bitch" she was then burnt more on her other arm as punishment.
"Just kill me!" Erin pleaded, sick of the torture the sick man provided. Yates shook his head, "No not yet Erin, I need to wait for..." He stopped talking to listen to the distant sound. Gunfire. "Maybe you'll be dead soon enough."
Antonio fired many rounds taking down all the men before him. He gestured to Hank and Jay to go ahead and get Erin.
Hank lead the way further into the warehouse. He heard Erin's distant scream and he and Jay sprinted to her location.
When they arrived, Yates was sat on the bed beside Erin, one hand stroking her hair, the other hopelessly clutching a gun. "Good evening Sargeant Voight, oh Detective Halstead, I hear congratulations are in order." Yates smiled sickly, Jay stared at him hopelessly. He saw the injuries on Erin's face she was covered in blood. He looked at her arms, horrified at the burns he had caused. "Now, I hope we can have a friendly conversation. If not, I'm gonna blow her fucking brains out." Smiled Yates.
Alvin snuck behind the back of the warehouse. He had followed Erin's screams with Atwater from the outside. They located a window directly behind Yates. The two men took cover, they had to wait until Yates was at his most vulnerable.
Hank had seen his colleagues outside and subtly turned his radio on. "Look Yates, we know it's me you want, so take me. End my life right here. Erin is a victim. She didn't do anything other than her job that day, you took her best friend away. Just kill me." Hank pleaded with the man, which caused him to stroke Erin sickly. "Say goodnight Erin." He said, he punched her hard, knocking her out." Alvin left his cover, watching the man stand to full height, he took the chance and put a bullet in his head. The sick man fell to the ground, the ghost of his sick smile stuck on his face. Forever.
Jay ran to her side, shaking her, pleading with her to wake up. He studied her lifeless figure. She was so broken. She couldn't be dead. "Erin please..." He pleaded. Brett had sprinted into the room, shifting Jay to the side. "Jimmy radio med, we need to get her in there now."
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Jay threw himself to his feet out of the ambulance. Erin was rushed into the ER. Natalie and Connor took Erin away, leaving him alone in the waiting room. Jay fell to his knees. 'What is this hell?' He thought.