Remedy

Chapter 10 By Vsldvivi

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Agent Scott

She was desperate. The situation was turning against her and she'd started to feel like a trapped animal. Trapped in the corner without a way out of this and now she had only two choices left. She could give up and surrender or she could almost self destructively fight her way out of the situation she has no control of. She could decide instinctively as her nature often does. For her it wasn't a dead end it was just a one way road. She would fight back. She hadn't come all this way in a traditionally man oriented business by giving up. She hadn't become Agent Scott just because of her good looks because let's be honest she was a confident woman and she was totally willing to use her appearance beneficially for her career too.

She has done it in the past. She was a young and discerning woman. She had a certain affect on the opposite sex and she'd noticed it from an early age. She was not even in her mid-twenties and still in the police academy then, she had her interest peaked by her instructor at that time. She wasn't the most beautiful girl in her class, but there was something special about her. She seemed like she'd already figured out the world and she'd stood proudly at her chosen place in it. The way she moved, walked, even talked, was confident enough that had everybody thinking, that this young officer had a fire about her.

She was smart not the "know it all" kind of smart that people always found annoying or even threatening. She was willing to find out anything, that she hadn't already known and she was a great investigator. She could hold her own in any conversation whether sophisticated or ordinary complex situations didn't cause her skin to flush, she was taught to speak her mind and to defend her thoughts and beliefs.

That trait was admired by everyone including her instructor. When that same instructor approached her for a training offer, she seized the opportunity to both join the agency and chase him as well. At this point she wasn't highly interested in the career opportunity, but him. And so it played out. She was like a modern Cleopatra; a seductress that could turn everything to her benefit whether the situation was good or bad. She was a leader and a damn good one.

He got her into the agency and watched her improve step by step, all the way up until she became his partner. When they were finally equals, he was no longer a Pygmalion and she was no longer Galatea to him. She felt the positions shifting as the days wore on until finally she'd had enough. Throwing caution to the wind she finally freed her of any restrains and became his partner in every possible way. In the beginning it was good, at least, they fit together like puzzle pieces. They were the perfect match. But as the time passed she knew it wasn't enough for her. When she realized that he'd became a dead weight for her she made a decision. A hard one. But choosing between anyone and herself wasn't a dilemma. She chose herself and by doing that she was leaving him behind and moving forward with her uprising career.

That was her decision then. Now her choice was just as hard. Now for survival she had to come up with a solid plan. And this plan had to be a damn good one. She was a resourceful person. After all she'd always pulled bunnies from hats, she was an opportunist and a talented one.

She'd manage to promise a deal to detective Halstead without ever getting authorization from her agency to do so. She took this risk a while ago and until lately things had gone smoothly. She was exploiting a detective a daring move yes but it wasn't a long shot. It was a calculated risk. He was a smart guy and it was his job to finally figure out Voight. What made Halstead perfect was his desperation and him being a grown up Boy Scout greatly aided her cause. He has the belief in honor and this naive habit taking other people's word as the truth so if it wasn't her somebody else would figure out about his brothers problems and take advantage of him. It would be a waste after all she wasn't harming him nor was she after something bad. She did this for her career by giving a good man false hope for his brothers and then his redemption.

Nights were the worth however. Her sins danced before in every mirrored surface she owned. She initially was concerned that he'd figured out her lie about his brother but it wasn't that. He found a photo of her in a surveillance photo. Hell it was from one of his cases. The moron had even threatened her. Her! Halstead had threatened and FBI agent with one damn photo. Halstead could find proof that she was dirty and he was going to reveal everything in the same way she tried to reveal everything about Hank Voight. It probably would be her word against his but she wasn't silly enough to wait until the whole case was used against her. And now that his brother was murdered, she'd lost her leverage weakening her hold on Halstead. He now could become unpredictable at any given moment. Everything was now being rapidly rushed forward.

She was determined to make her move. She just had to figure which move one would secure not only her survival but her career too. This was doubtful but she had to try. As she paced around her spacious apartment she tried to recall every single detail from their first meeting to when she literally blackmailed him into going undercover for her operation. Her steps against the cold hardwood ended when a brilliant idea popped into her mind.

She would approach Hank Voight. Yes it was unexpected and yes it was a daring move but she could pull it off and then turn the game back in her favor. From what she'd read in all these old cases files Hank Voight was a dirty cop. But he was a survivor too. Every single agent that turned against him had lost everything. Hank Voight was the front runner, Hank Voight always came out of those situations victorious. That was what initially drove her towards this case.

It was an unauthorized case for her so it was a win win situation. No one in her agency even knew she'd taken it on. When the opportunity had come she'd seized it and used Halstead against his will as a rat. If anything occurred she could deny everything but if Halstead could manage to find dirt the Sergeant she could make her way up the very top. She was an opportunist but fortune favors the bold and she was just like this. She was a walking talking definition of a daredevil. And she owed it to herself to succeed. She had already sacrificed the man she loved to get the career she deserved. If she gave up now all it would be pointless. It would be for nothing, and it wasn't in her to be a miserable regretful person. She wasn't the person who wouldn't act when she could. When she was after something she was like feline hunter. She observes, and orchestrates her ambush and waits until the right time to strike.

The question remained, how she would approach Voight? Directly. It was as simple as that. She would show up and shock him. She would show up and divulge the truth about her operation against him. Not the unauthorized part of course, no she would keep Halstead as her ace in the hole. Her next thought was it worth it to show her hand as it were? Voight was a corrupt cop but he was a survivor and an opportunist just like her. His whole career path was filled with deals made to benefit him why not with her too? Why not use him to find the traitor and reap the rewards?

It is a vague possibility but this extreme plan could backfire on her. He was a temperamental He could see through to her true motives and simply use her to reach his own. No that damn photo was still an issue but, for now she had to focus on the hours ahead, she had one shot to make this play. She had one shot to push her rising career even further. Now she has only had to turn the thoughts into actions, while keeping Halstead from figuring out her back up plan.

Voight was up at the bullpen first she was standing on the parking lot making sure that no other detectives came in before. She made her move and got out of her car. She stood there for a while trying to figure out if he'd already noticed her standing there with no obvious reason. Then she switched her screen on and dialed the number. His phone number. She watched him take his phone out from his jacket pocket and hesitate before answering the unregistered caller.

"Sergeant Voight." His raspy voice was like hearing the threatening whisper that everyone described in all the case files. "Look out from your window," a woman's voice surely surprised him.

"Who are you and what you want?"

"Oh I'm someone you definitely need to meet and trust my word you want this meeting."

"What? What the hell...?" he replied.

"I'll call you later today with a better answer." And the line drop dead.

What was that call about? He wondered as the darkened car pulled away from the curb.

Agent Scott waited till the day was done before she once more made her move. She leaned against his car as he slowly strode forward. She was of an athletic structure but a feminine silhouette, she wasn't petite so she can impose herself upon anyone who stood against her even him. She had a crystal clear voice even through the phone line and a look so persistent almost piercing quality as he looked at her. She had dark eyes. It wasn't clear from this distance if her eyes where dark brown or even black because her presence was so intense. She had long dark hair that was almost always up in a neat ponytail. She was like a promo poster for law enforcement female officers. And that was disturbing who this woman truly was?

The moment he came out from the district it was written all over his face, he had already recognized the woman from her first call in the morning and he was dead pissed with her.

"One moment... you now will listen to me..." he said aggressively

"I don't know who you are and for the moment I don't care to know who you are but let me tell you that no one gives me orders."

"Oh then I have to inform you sergeant Voight that I give orders and you better obey or..."

She was about to open her mouth to continue but was interrupted by Voight. "Oh… I've already changed my mind about it… so who the hell are you lady and what you want?"

And before she even has the chance to introduce herself and answer, Voight continued..."I don't have time for your secret puzzles and half conversations."

"I am Agent Scott."

"And…?" he snarled.

"And I'm running an investigation over you sergeant."

"Are you kidding me...? Are you playing a mind game or something?"

"Or Something!" she laughed. "We both know that you have done things in your past, and I am not exactly in the mood to waste more of my resources and energy on you sergeant."

"And you tell me this as a courtesy call...?"

"Not remotely... I already have someone of mine on your team and I will finally get what I want or you can save us both from the trouble and give me what I want and I'll reveal my mole."

Oh my... this woman's nerve had no limits. Not only had she threatened him but she was ironically implying that he was dumb enough to not know who he could trust...

Oh he could kill her right there right then with his bare hands but agent was wright about one thing. Sergeant Voight was short tempered but he was a clever man and a winner he hasn't over come every single obstacle in his life and career by acting impulsively without calculating every single thing. So after he stand there silent he nodded. Money was not an issue. And don't be misled. He was not giving in. In his life not even in jail has given in blackmail. He was gaining some time. He was getting the opportunity she was chasing after money to gather his thoughts and orchestrated his way out of this situation and his payback at her. For the black mail and especially for intervening in his team. For intruding in his family.

He was back at his place. The place wasn't enough anymore he was pacing upstairs and down. He can't find any silence until he find some restriction and he go sit to his office. No one was home but he needed the close doors and his personal space to think. To think, to figure out who this traitor was, if there was any and he was not just talking.

His mind ran through the list of people he held closest to the vest. Atwater, was new but solid. Ruzek his blood was bluer than even his own. He'd never stray from the golden path. His oldest friend Al was hiding his own sins so he knew his loyalties would never falter. Erin he'd taken in when she was fifteen. She'd needed a home and he'd given it to her. She'd found herself within his unit and she'd found a purpose that had saved her life. Oh this kid… his kiddo… even under the influence of substances she wouldn't turn on him. He know her, her and her big heart. The only one that remained was Halstead….

Jay Halstead was a free agent with no deeper ties to his small core team. He was the only person that left a small ache lingering in the middle of his heart…