Authors Notes: Sorry for the delay on this chapter, guys! My life has been crazy busy and I've had this chapter sitting unedited for weeks now, with no chance to edit! I'm hoping to start posting somewhat regularly, but I can't guarantee the chapters will be weekly again. There's only another two chapters after this one, maybe an epilogue depending, before this story is finished. Thankyou to everyone for their warm wishes/reviews/encouragement. It really did help me pull my finger out and devote a day to getting this chapter up to scratch. Hope you all enjoy it, and let me know what you think!

Erin woke first the next morning, which surprised her because Jay usually woke up with the sun to go for a run, so she assumed he's decided not to go for a run today. She imagined him running through the park, his heat scent flowing behind him, alphas trying to keep up to his brutal pace. She considered waking him up and telling him to go for a run, just so she could make omega chasing a hobby of hers, but then decides that she probably shouldn't. He might take it the wrong way.

He's curled up away from her, on his side looking particularly vulnerable, but this time one of his arms is splayed out behind him, which doesn't look comfortable. She traces a finger down the visible vein his bicep, and it must tickle because he moves his arm away from her. She turns her attention to his torso, tracing one finger along a rib, and holds back her laughter when he shifts away from her.

"What d'you want?" His voice is slurred with sleep, and she leans over and kisses the back of his neck, taking in the scent of his heat like it was an expensive perfume.

"Morning to you, too. What makes you think I want anything?" She runs her hand around to the front of his chest, following the rib that she had been feeling from his back.

"Because I know you." He's already sounding more alert and wake, and one of his hands finds hers and she pulls her in closer to him.

Erin snickers at him and buries her face into his neck, opening her mouth and lathing at his salty skin with her tongue. She stops just long enough to ask if he's still complaining.

"No, that's nice. Bit wet and sloppy though."

She doesn't bother responding, just returns her attention to nibbling on his neck and shoulder, her hand moving down his chest, purposefully tickling him as she reaches down his stomach before coming to a stop just above his dick. He'd said he wasn't ticklish when they'd discussed how to get him up out of om, but his reaction to her fingers over his abs makes her think that he'd been lying. He lets out a load moan, but stays still under her ministrations. She nips at his earlobe, and he tilts his head back onto hers, allowing her more access.

Erin reaches down a little lower and takes his length into her hand and starts to rub, his body reacting to her quickly, His breath coming in short pants that make her smile. He starts rutting into her hand, and she can feel that he is close when he starts to tense up, and she continues jerking him until he comes. He turns around in her arms and they kiss. She forgets that her hand is covered in semen and gets it all over the sheets and his back, which makes him pull back from her and glare.

"Great. Now we need to change the sheets, again."

Lindsay laughs at him and decides to add to his mortification. "We would have had to anyway. You leaked." She grabs his hand and pokes it into the wet spot between them.

He buries his face into the pillow, causing her to laugh even harder. She can hear his murmuring faintly through the pillow, "That's just great."

"I didn't mind that much." She'd woken up during the night and smelt him, and her only reaction had been to snuggle closer and curl herself around him like all she desired was to protect him from some unseen terror. His reaction was, as usual, completely unnecessary.

"Yeah well. It's not you that's leaking."

Erin pokes him in the side. "I think you will find that most women kinda get wet and leak a little when in sexual situations." She grabs his hand again and guides it between her legs. "See? I was touching you inappropriately and I started leaking."

He shakes his head, but leaves the topic alone, happy to be touching her and feeling evidence of her arousal.

"Even just the smell of you right now makes me wet, Jay."

He pushes her over so that she's on her back, allowing him better access to her. He runs a finger through her cunt, starting at her clit and working down until he is pushing his fingers into her. She grinds down on his hand, and he continues fingering her for a couple of seconds, just enjoying the feeling of her and the way that she's reacting to his touch.

Pulling his fingers from her, he reaches up and tweaks a nipple before hoisting himself on top, pushing himself into her. The only benefit to being in heat, if you asked him, was that his refractory period was much shorter.

Once he feels himself coming closer and closer to coming, the pleasure boiling low within him, Erin reaches up and buries her face back into his neck, kissing and nibbling at his skin. He reaches down between them to touch her clit, knowing that was the way to get her to come with him.

Erin decides she's had enough of lying under Jay in a subservient position and pushes one of his shoulders back as she flips them both over, and Jay lets her reposition him below her, so she is riding him. She sits up on his body, one of her hands splayed on his chest for balance, the other drifting up Jay's body to grip around is throat in a chokehold. She tightens her grip just a little, so she's limiting the amount of air he can suck into his lungs, but not so tight that he's unable to breathe.

Jay closes his eyes, losing himself in the feeling of being in her, the way her walls are tightening around his dick, the feeling of comfort, and home, and love that was flowing through them. She grabs onto his wrist, pressing into the mark, sending him deeper, and he can feel that he's hovering just on the edge of om, and for once he wants to go there. He wants to drop down with Erin right now, so that she can remember that he belongs to her tonight when he goes undercover to catch Duns.

Between the added weight on his throat and her touching the mating bite, he feels himself dropping fast, that hazy feeling, almost like lightheadedness, and lets himself fall. Normally he would try and keep himself somewhat lucid, but all he wants is to feel her, and let her take him. He drops like a stone this time, deeper than he'd allowed himself to drop with Erin.

Erin grinds against him even harder, turned on by Jay letting himself drop. She takes her hand from around his throat and grips onto his hair instead. She doesn't want to be choking him when he can't safeword or won't fight her off. She can see that he's gone, that he's riding a wave of sensation and trust. She buries her face back into his neck and bites down hard, careful to miss all the arteries and veins. She doesn't break the skin, but comes close. Jay bucks up into her one last time before coming, the combination of pleasure, pain and om too much for him to handle.

Erin rocks against him while his dick starts softening inside her, and moans when he slips out of her. Jay reaches a hand down and starts stroking her clit, his fingers nimble against her nerves. She lets him stroke her for a couple seconds before grabbing his hand and pulling it so that his hand is next to his head on the pillow. She smiles down at him for a second. "Tap my thigh hard if you need me to move."

Jay frowns at her, as she certainly isn't heavy enough to warrant him needing her to move when she's straddling his thighs. Plus he apparently had a safeword for that. He understands what she was saying more fully after a couple of seconds when she crawls forward on her knees so she is straddling his upper chest. Her eyes seek out his, just checking that this is okay, before moving forward a little more so she is straddling his face. She grips his hair and guides his mouth to her clit.

"You're so good at this." She pulls his head to where she wants him to focus his attention while rubbing against his face. She knows that he'd be eating his own come at the same time as eating her out, and that thought makes her groan and grind even harder against his tongue.

She doesn't last long, she'd been close to orgasm earlier when she'd bitten him, but she stays sitting on his face for a minute, enjoying his tongue gently licking at her flesh, cleaning her and tasting her. He's not doing it with any intention to get her to orgasm again, but it seemed more intimate, more like a form of worship, than when he was eating her out in pursuit of an orgasm.

She shuffles down his body so she is straddling his chest and looks down at her omega (she never thought that she would say that about anyone), before leaning down to kiss him gently.

"We should get up and have showers." She runs her hand in his hair again. "Will will be here soon."

Jay groans under her but removes his hands from her thighs so that she can get off him completely. He follows her into the shower and hopes they have enough time for another round before his brother actually turns up.

"Well, your temperature, heart rate and bp are all in the normal range for your stage, Jay." Will removes the blood pressure cuff from around Jay's bare arm, and as always keeping an eye on the Alpha in the room while touching the bonded, in heat omega. It was strange to think of Jay like that, but he could smell the pheromones, could feel the connection in the air between them. It was intense. He wanted it for himself, but at this point he couldn't see that happening any time soon

Will puts the blood pressure cuff away and looks at his younger brother seriously. "So, have you decided you're going undercover?" He knows that although he said Jay shouldn't do it, his dense brother would have decided to go through with the plan.

"Yeah. We're doing it tonight." Jay points at the syringe sitting on the table. "That will work tonight, right? Just in case?" Jay wasn't planning on letting Duns touch him in any way, wasn't planning on being left alone with the psycho killer, but he knew better than most that often plans went sideways and it was important to be prepared.

"It will work within three to four hours of injection, and will stay present in your system for at least three weeks. You won't be able to get pregnant for that time. You're also rended infertile, so you won't get Erin pregnant either."

He looks at the Alpha who is hovering a couple meters away from the two brothers, not wanting to impose. "I assume you're on the pill?"

Lindsay nods, while Jay shakes his head in disbelief. "Will, you're not her doctor. We're old enough to manage our own contraception."

Will glares down at Jay, "Don't forget, you're on the books as my patient, and Lindsay is your mate. Your reproductive health is my business regardless of how awkward or uncomfortable that makes you."

He doesn't give Jay any warning before stabbing the injection into the vein on the inside of his elbow. "So, there are a few side effects from this drug." He keeps his face serious, wanting to impress on both of them that this drug's side effects were nothing to sniff at. "You may feel some cramping and stabbing pains in the next couple of hours, but that should subside. It's no worse than the usual heat pains, so you probably won't know the difference. You might feel cold, almost like when you had the heat-stop, but it won't last as long or be as intense. Your body won't be as hot during your heat and you will produce less lubricant."

Jay looks away uncomfortably at that. Will continues, "So, if you are doing anything of an anal nature use lots of lube. I don't want to have to stitch you up. Okay?"

Jay hasn't turned his attention back to his brother, but Lindsay nods her head at Will, her face just as serious as his. "Sure, I'll be careful."

Will throws the needle and alcohol wipe into the bin, looking forward to being able to get out of here. He felt that standing between Erin and Jay was like standing between two massive magnets, and he was just waiting to be squished by their unrelenting pull to one another.

"Okay. I'll get out of your hair. Jay, I still don't think this is a good idea. Next heat, as your doctor, I'm going to insist on you not doing anything stupid and actually taking the time off work. If you can't manage to get time off work for whatever reason, I will have you committed to a heat hospice for the period, and then you can have a supervised heat with medical care. You're lucky I didn't just veto this undercover op this time." Jay still doesn't make eye contact with Will, but he can tell that his brother is trying to hold his shit together, so he doesn't bait the omega.

He turns his attention on Erin. "Look after him. Make sure he eats, drinks lots of water and stretches. He could probably do with some exercise that occurs outside the bedroom after the first few days are over." He turns his expression serious again. "If you need anything, call me. If you can't stand me coming into your house," Will wasn't sure how comfortable she would be with another Alpha while they were deeper into Jay's heat, "Just let me know and I can get April or Dr. Choi to come and look after you both, okay?" April is an omega, while Ethan is a beta, so both should be acceptable presences if Erin and Jay were feeling particularly twitchy.

Will walks to the door and lets himself out, hoping that Jay doesn't get hurt and that he can trust the Intelligence unit as much as Jay seems to trust them. He doesn't understand Erin, either. If he was bonded, there was no way he would ever let his omega put themselves in a dangerous situation during their heat. He knew that if anything happened to Jay, even if it was something minor, Erin would never forgive herself.

Will hopes that it never comes to that.

The mood in the Intelligence Department had been pensive and strained all day. They were acutely aware that the longer they didn't act, the more time Duns had to prepare for the handoff. They'd spent all day tracking down the missing omegas, and had been reassured when all the missing omegas had been accounted for. Duns should be desperate to get his hands on Halstead to replace the latest victim that he'd killed and dumped.

Voight had been in a terrible mood, the door to his office remaining shut unless he was out in the bullpen telling them to get a wriggle on with prepping for the mission. Olinsky had come in for the morning briefing, shared a quiet word with Voight and then disappeared himself. No one had seen Olinsky again until he'd turned up at 4pm, a serious look on his face that brokered no room for asking what was going on.

Just before seven, Voight emerges from his office, and stands in the middle of the room waiting, and it's only when they hear Halstead and Lindsay's voices that they realise the Sergeant had heard or smelt their approach and appeared to greet them. Ruzek jumps up and practically runs to them when he sees they are carrying bags full of burgers. He stops dead when Erin lets out a deep growl.

Halstead laughs and puts all the bags down on Dawson's desk. "No sudden moves, Ruzek. She might rip out your throat." Dawson and Olinsky both darkly chuckle at that, but Adam can tell that Jay's words were a warning – to keep his distance from Jay, so that Lindsay doesn't lose it. He's used to omegas being in heat, he'd helped Burgess through two, and although he wasn't an Alpha, he still knew that he felt protective. It must be even worse for Lindsay and Halstead, what with being bonded. Sometimes he wished that he and Burgess could bond – it made him feel like he couldn't provide everything she needed when he couldn't satisfy the needs of an omega.

"No problems, Erin. I'm not gonna touch." He stops and holds his hands in the air, wiggling his fingers in a gesture that obviously means that he's not going to touch her mate. "Although I am going to do unspeakable things to this burger."

Erin laughs at him and then picks up a burger and walks over to Voight, passing it over, knowing that he wouldn't come any closer to Jay until she gave him permission. "You're all good, boss." Voight relaxes a little, but he is painfully aware that he is in the same room as a heated omega and their mate. It feels like World War Three might kick off if he looks at Halstead the wrong way.

Burgess comes into Intelligence, and Antonio throws her a burger. Roman, following behind, picks up his own and starts to unwrap the burger from the greased paper.

Kim sits as far from Jay as possible, and she wrinkles her nose at the other omega. "Ugh. Heat smell."

Jay nods his head and smiles at her comment, obviously agreeing with her.

Burgess smiles at the other omega, a bit stunned that he seems so in control of his own faculties. Usually when she was at that stage of heat, when she was smelling that ripe, she couldn't carry on a coherent conversation. She would be grinding herself on the closest available dominant man. The only concessions Jay seemed to be making towards his heat was wearing a t-shirt where a jumper would normally be required, and occasionally shifting uncomfortably in his chair.

Omegas who were supressed were extra sensitive to the scent of omega in heat, and didn't find the smell pleasant like an Alpha did. If she had been unsuppressed her body would try and cycle with Jay's considering they spent quite a bit of time together. Since Jay had been outed as an omega, she had started to feel a sense of solidarity with him, almost like they were in a super select and cool group, they would often sit near each other at Molly's. Jay had even started to say hello and ask how she was around the precinct, when he usually tried to keep to himself. She was glad they couldn't cycle – as they both were normally on suppressants - she didn't think the precinct could cope with the hormonal insanity that was two unsuppressed omegas cycling naturally. It was something that usually only omegas who stayed at home, poly households or weird hippy communes did these days.

Voight walks over to the white board now that he has permission to come closer to Jay. He taps the mugshot of Duns they had all been staring at all day.

"We have the meet at 8 tonight." He taps the map. "I've arranged it to be in a parking lot." He writes the address up next to the map, and draws a line to a big red dot that is on the map.

"Halstead and I will go in, and I will offer to sell Halstead to him. He's already taken the bait, so he should have the money with him and is expecting a straight swap – omega for money."

Lindsay feels herself tense at the way Voight is talking about Jay. That he's a commodity to be traded. She tells herself to calm down and that this is a job. Jay was currently an undercover operative, not an omega in her, and by extension, Voight's family. Voight would talk about any of the Intelligence operatives in the same manner if they were going undercover.

Voight continues. "Jay, stay in the backseat, laying down. I'll say that I'd given him a mild sedative that should be wearing off soon."

Jay nods at this, happy he wasn't going to be locked in the trunk or anything. He'd had thoughts a crooked cop would deliver a captured omega by putting them in the trunk, and he'd been about to veto that transportation method. He didn't want to be in a dark trunk, waiting to be handed over to a mad man.

"Jay will keep his nine mil tucked into the cushions, just in case things go south. We've modified the back of the car so that the gun is invisible to the outside world, but easy to get to. When the deal is done and I have the money in my hands, we will take down Duns. The takedown word is juice." He looks at Halstead. "You don't get out of that car. If you need to defend yourself, you can shoot him through the window of the SUV."

Jay nods at Voight, making it clear he understands his role. Voight then goes through the tactical plan for the takedown and where everyone will be waiting. He wraps up the briefing and tells everyone to go ready their kit.

Erin approaches the Sergeant and asks to speak to him in private. Voight looks at her for a second before nodding once, striding to his office, holding the door for her and then letting it close after them.

"What's up, Erin?"

"I need to talk to you about Jay. You're going to be with him, and you need to know a little about his limits and what you can do and what I will kill you for doing. I know he looks fine out there," she motions out of the window of the office where Jay is talking with Dawson. "But he's already deep in heat and spending most of his time in om."

Voight raises an eyebrow. "Does he know you're talking to me about this?" He wonders because she gets angry when he makes decisions for her, and now it appears she's doing the same thing to Halstead.

She glares at him. "OF course we talked about it, Voight. I'm not a monster."

Voight just raises an eyebrow and then rolls his hand around, as if telling her to get a move on with the conversation.

Erin takes a deep breath before barrelling in, nervous that she's about to be sharing such intimate details of Jay with their boss. "No sensory deprivation. Don't blindfold him, don't deafen him in any way. So, he can't go in the trunk of a car." Lindsay makes eye contact with Voight so that she knows how serious she is. "I don't know what he will be like when he's with just you, but he's been slipping in and out of om for the last couple of days. He said it's normal for him to spend most of his heat down to some extent."

Voight nods. "That will help us then, him being down. He'll look more vulnerable."

Lindsay glares at him, scared that he doesn't seem to get the problem. "He will be more vulnerable, Hank. He'll be obedient, and submissive. Don't expect him to talk to you at all. He might answer a direct question, but I don't think he can lie when he's down, so it could compromise his cover if you ask him how he's doing. Understand?" She takes a deep breath. "I'm not sure how well he will actually be able to defend himself, so his safety is on you."

"I got it. I won't ask him anything. I'll look after him, Erin. It's going to be less then twenty minutes, he'll be armed and the whole unit, you included, will be moving in within seconds of me saying the takedown word." He reaches out to her and places his hand on her arm. "I know you're worried, and that he's in heat and you want to be with him, but I will look after him. He'll be coming home, and you will be out of here within the next two hours."

Erin nods her head at her mentor, wanting to trust in what he is saying, but she can't help but feel like something is going to go terribly, horribly wrong.

Mouse jiggles the small tracker between his fingers, waiting for Erin to acknowledge him and allow him to get closer to Jay. It takes him clearing his throat a couple of times, but eventually Erin smiles at him kindly and moves back to give him space. It makes him nervous, He and Jay had been in difficult situations plenty of times before, but Erin was now invested, and she had never liked seeing her partner hurt. Now that they were mated, he imagined that would only get more volatile.

"I dug out the good stuff for you, bro." He holds up the small plastic device, which was slightly larger than a vitamin pill. "It's an internal tracker." He passes it over to Erin so that she could look at it closely.

"An internal tracker? This isn't available to CPD?" Erin asks, confused. Mouse knows that he can't pass it off as something the precinct provided now.

"Uh… yeah. It's uh… it's mine."

Jay raises an eyebrow. The pill now being held between his thumb and finger, looking at the beige surface for a tell-tale marking, "Looks suspiciously like the ones that they gave us in the Army for special ops."

Mouse looks down at the linoleum floor. "Yeah, uh… Yes, maybe. I hacked it so I can track the signal and they can't."

"And he swallows it, right?" Erin asks, looking at the pill the Jay is now holding up to the light.

"Well, either that or it's inserted, uh, rectally. It's disposable after it's been used, either way, of course." Mouse looks away awkwardly.

Erin laughs. "He'll swallow it."

Jay sits back against his chair, Erin sitting on the table in front of him. Everyone else was giving them privacy, either vesting up downstairs or getting their gear in order. She knew that Voight, or possibly Olinsky, had given them the signal that they should move on. She appreciated it, that's for sure.

She'd considered trying to convince Jay to stay up, not to go into om. That he'd be safer, and better able to defend himself if he was fully aware of the situation. He was a good enough actor, so he would be able to act like he was under if he needed to. Plus, this guy probably wouldn't think it was any better if Jay was under compared to if he was up. He wanted to take him back to his place to rape and murder him, and it wouldn't matter if his victim was up or down, backwards or forward.

Taking in the way Jay's shoulders were hunching over, and the slightly glazed look in his eyes, she knew that it wouldn't be fair to ask him to stay up if he couldn't. It was like sleep depriving someone for days, starving them and then asking them to cook a six course meal without tasting a single thing.

"Hey babe." She runs her hand into his hair, still feeling weird being affectionate in the office. She wished that he wasn't in heat, and that they had just sprayed him while he was suppressed so that he seemed like he was heated. Or even sent someone else in – she thought that any of them would have been just as convincing as Jay was. "Do what you have to, follow Hank's lead, okay? He's," she pauses, wondering if what she's about to say has always been truth, or was it just now that she'd bonded Jay that it'd become truth. "He's pack. Okay?"

Jay nods his head, moving her hand with the movement of his head, and leaning forward to kiss her.

"Stay in the car. If it looks like you're going to be dragged out, either by Duns or… Voight," She really didn't want to think that Voight would do that to Jay, but she could never be sure. "You shoot Duns. Hell, shoot Hank if you have to. Just come home to me."

"I'll do what I need to, babe. I need you." His eyes drift down, and she can see that his dick is hard against the material of his tight jeans. It looks slightly obscene, and she knows that he'd probably do anything to have her right now, but they are at work, and she isn't about to break that rule so spectacularly. Jay would never forgive her.

"As soon as you are home, you can fuck me all over the house, okay?"

Jay gives her one of his megawatt smiles. "That sounds like an excellent coming home present."

The back seat of the SVU was surprisingly comfortable, and Jay had to keep reminding himself not to fall asleep. He'd also been trying to keep himself out of om, but he could feel the pull, constantly dragging him down. Heats were best spent in om or asleep and he was struggling to resist both right now. Voight had kept a tense silence since they had set off from the precinct and that helped him not want to drop under – uncomfortable silences certainly weren't his thing.

Voight turns another corner – their second, and he knows that they are now only five minutes away from the meet. He'd studied the map multiple times, counting how many corners they would take on the route that had been marked in green, and how long each stretch of road would take. Five turns, the last two within a hundred yards of one another. Then pulling up in front of the warehouse. It was cliché, these sorts of things always seemed to go down in abandoned warehouses, but they weren't actually going to be inside the building, just waiting in what had been the employee's parking lot. The street was home some condemned buildings, multiple abandoned worksites and a courier company that was normally closed at night. There were lots of places for Intelligence to hide away in their cars, a couple tall buildings for Olinsky to perch in and no bystanders or witnesses. It was perfect for this swap, and although he knew that Voight had selected it, it still feels ominous.

The car pulls up on the loose gravel, and he can't help but tense his whole body in anticipation. He knows it's stupid, because they are going to at least talk and make the swap before Voight brings Duns any closer to the car. They both assumed that Duns would want to see Jay before handing over the money, but they'd decided that he could look through the window and Jay would shift on the seat when Voight tapped the glass.

Voight's door opens, and he hears the older man's boots crunch on the loose stones of the parking lot, and then take a couple steps away from the car. Another door, further in the distance, and of an older model, if the metallic 'clung' is any indication, than the SVU. More footsteps as the two men approach one another, and Halstead wishes he could poke his head up and get a visual, because acting as bait is driving him mad. He wraps his hand around the grip of the Glock, and readies himself in case things kick off.

"Sergeant Voight?"

Hank just grunts.

"I've heard about you, but didn't realise that you were dealing in omegas these days." Jay wonders when the criminals of Chicago were going to catch up that Voight wasn't on their side. It seemed like their stupidity was endless.

"Branchin' out."

"Is he here? The omega?" The anticipation and excitement that thickens the Alpha's voice makes Jay feel sick.

"Yes. I gave him a sedative, but he's sleeping, not unconscious. You bring the money?"

"Of course I brought the money. I won't hand it over till I see him." Jay hears a zip being dragged down its tracks, most likely showing Voight the contents of a bag of some description. Not being able to see what is happening is setting him more on edge, and it worries him because he can feel that his reflexes and senses have been dulled by his heat.

Voight makes a sound of acceptance when he sees the money. "That'll do." More gravel under boots. "Have a look. He's a tall one but he's completely heat fucked. He's a day into his proper heat, but had an intense pre-heat of a few days."

It's weird, hearing Voight talk about him like that, and he reminds himself that it's part of the cover and Voight's playing a character.

He hears a tap against the glass and shuffles around on the seat a little, wanting to give Duns a good view of him without compromising his grip on the Glock. He's waiting for the takedown word, to spring up and sit with the weapon trained on the serial killer, but Voight seems to be letting him dig his grave just a little bit.

"So, is he what you wanted?" Duns mustn't have handed over the money yet, and Jay feels the anticipation pulse through him, it's a huge effort to remain still and focused on not being a threat. He doesn't want to tip off Duns before he actually hands over the money.

"Oh yeah, he's stunning." Great, thanks. "He's so ripe, I can smell him from here." Jay knows that all the adrenaline he had been feeling in the last couple of minutes would have caused him to sweat more, which in turn leads to him smelling like a fruit salad left in the sun to spoil.

He hears the two men shift, and can tell that they are about to make the swap. "He's going to fit in so well with the other two sluts I have at the house."

Jay freezes. They'd thought he had no more omegas imprisoned. It was a risk to take Duns off the street and hope they would crack him before the omegas die of dehydration. Voight knew as well as he did that a psychotic Alpha like Duns would withhold the omega's location just so he could have some control over the situation. Thinking about the tracker he'd swallowed, he turns around to look out the window.

He can't see Duns, but he can see Voight's expression. He's trying to decide what his decision should be. Jay knows he'd want to call the takedown word so that they could arrest this killer, but at the same time, he didn't want to damn two omegas to death.

Voight looks through the window at Halstead, and the younger man puts all his effort into communicating with his eyes. He hopes it doesn't just look like he's eyefucking his boss, but that Voight has some of the ability Erin does in reading him.

His message must get across because then the door beyond his feet is opened and Voight reaches into the car to roughly manhandle him from his lying position. Once Voight is looming over him, blocking him from Duns' view, he nods his approval of this new plan to his boss. Erin's going to kill him. She'd said to stay in the car, and not let either Duns or Voight pull him out. He wonders it's still bad considering it was he himself that decided to get out the car.

Now he is locked into playing his role, so as Voight pulls him out of the car, he bucks up against the older man's thigh and makes sure he is close to the button mic on Voight's shirt. "Please… let me…" He says it loud enough for Duns to hear, but he's talking to his mate, hoping that she wasn't about to come around the corner and save him from himself.

Voight looks a bit shocked at Halstead's action – never had he imagined that Halstead would be rubbing his erection against him, but he could appreciate the situation the detective was in. Needing to pass on a message to Erin while staying in character. It also reassured Voight that Jay did actually want to go through with extending the undercover op, that Hank wasn't reading his signals wrong.

He pushes Halstead away from him, towards Duns. The killer looks like all his Christmases have come at once when he takes in the Detective's body and the heat-fucked expression on his face.

Duns pulls the young man into the back of the van, his eyes roaming his new catch. The omega was much bigger than he'd appeared in the pictures, six feet and quite muscular, but that just added to the thrill and challenge. As the boy was already deep in his heat, he was quite compliant. The collar might be a little tighter around his throat than he'd planned, but that was a small discomfort that the bitch could stand until he got him back to the house and could grab a larger collar.

The cold steel wraps around his throat, and Jay feels like gagging at the feeling of constriction. He'd never worn a collar – he'd never been with an Alpha who liked it. It was one of those old fashioned things that some bonded pairs did in private, you rarely saw omegas walking around with a collar around their neck. Now he knows what it feels like, he knows it's going to be added to his list of limits when he gets home.

Jay remind himself to think of the two omegas who need him right now. He keeps his eyes lowered, hoping that the dangerous killer doesn't notice that they are no longer glazed, that he's completely in control of his body and brain. If Duns works out that Jay is playing him, it's possible he will immediately kill Jay rather than have a fight on his hands.

Playing up the heat, he presses his face against Duns' hands when he reaches out to clip a chain to the ring in the centre of the collar. The chain is attached to a ring welded into the floor of the van, and as soon as he's attached to it, Jay knows he can't use his brute strength to escape from this. He would need to be released from his bonds. Not that he was planning on fighting back until he had been taken back to wherever Duns was keeping the two omegas. He could stand being in danger, being touched by this monster, because he knew he was saving others who had it much worse. Plus, he knew that the team would be frantically waiting for the tracker to become stationary and then Intelligence would be coming in after him. He had complete faith in them.