"Are you sure?"

"Yea."

"Right now?"

"Yep."

"Do you really want to?"

"Yes, now, would you stop asking so many questions?"

Erin stared at him, not amused. "This is a big deal. This isn't a snap decision we can make at the drop of a hat." She said, leaning in for another kiss.

Jay kissed her back and then pulled away, "This isn't a snap decision." He kissed her again, "I've been thinking about this for a while."

"It's a big step."

Jay stopped kissing her, "Erin, we've been going out for two months. It's time for a big step. Aren't you tired of sneaking around and pretending like we don't have feelings for each other? It's killing me." He said, running his hand down her arm.

Erin nodded, "I know, I just…I really don't want to do this."

Jay smirked a little bit, "We were going to have to eventually. There's not really a way around it." He said, giving her one last kiss before turning towards the door of the utility room they were kissing in, "I'll go out first. You come out in a few minutes. We'll regroup at the punch table then ask Voight if we can talk to him outside."

Erin touched his arm, "You know we don't have to leave…we could just stay in here."

"Forever?"

Erin shrugged, "Are you sure now is a good time to do this? I mean, we're at this fundraiser-gala thing. Why don't we do it at work?"

"When?" Jay asked, "Tomorrow? Oh wait, we can't tomorrow because of paperwork, maybe the next day, well then Voight gonna leave early and the day after that, who knows? Life will get in the way, we'll make excuses…now is a good a time as any. Let's face it, he'll react the same either way so why not now?"

Erin took in a deep breath, "Because that's not how I want this night to go…"

"C'mon, Erin. It's not like this is this scariest thing we've faced so far…" He said, raising his eyebrows, "Considering all we've been through, this should be easy."

She nodded and sighed, "Fine…" She said uneasily, "We'll do this your way." She smiled a little bit, "Meet you at the punch table?"

"You got it." Jay nodded, turned and left.

She waited a few moments and then followed him out of the storage room they'd been talking in. She walked down a hallway and re-entered the ballroom where the gala was being held. At the corner of the room, she spotted the punch table, but Jay wasn't there yet, it looked like he'd gotten stopped by some people who wanted to talk to him.

Erin didn't mind. Slowly, she started walking towards the punch table, rehearsing what she was going to say to Voight in her head.

Hey Voight, Jay and I have been-

That wasn't good.

For the past few months-

No.

We're together. Deal with it.

Too harsh.

I don't know if you're gonna be okay with this, but Jay and I are thinking about being in a relationship.

Too soft.

I'm sorry-

No, she didn't have to apologize.

Voight, Jay and I want something more and we know that you already warned us about it, but we want a second chance to prove that we can do this. We don't need your approval, but we would really love to have it.

That was good.

Erin nodded to herself and then stepped up to the punch table. She looked over her shoulder and saw Jay politely excusing himself from the conversation he was in. She saw him straighten his jacket. He was wearing a navy blue suit that was tailored to his frame.

She was wearing something simple – a little black dress, like every girl had, it was tight, strapless and simple, but she spiced it up with red earrings and matching tall, deep red heels that finally almost made her at eye level with Jay.

She gave him a small smile and glanced to her left, spotting Voight sitting at a table, talking to the Commissioner. Slowly, she turned back towards the punch table and started to pour herself some punch.

But then she heard the sound of breaking glass and before she could even turn around, a scream erupted in the air and she felt something cold touch the back of her neck, sending a chill down her spine.

"Don't move." A voice said. It was a man, but she couldn't tell much else about it.

Erin took in a deep breath, "I wasn't planning on it."

"Turn around."

Erin started to turn.

"Slowly!" He ordered harshly.

Erin turned slower, rotating in small steps until she finally faced him. He was tall and large, looking built like he was in good shape. He was wearing a black ski mask and the hood of the dark blue hoodie he was wearing was up.

She glanced at his hands, they were white.

"Who are you?" She asked, confused.

His eyes lit up with interest, "Who am I?" He taunted, "You'd like to know, wouldn't you Detective Lindsay?"

"How did you get in here?"

He pushed the gun harder against her head, "No more questions." He said harshly as he turned to another guy who was in a mask, "Gather them up. Split the group in half and then take them to the warehouse, alright?" He ordered and when the other guy nodded, he turned back to her, "You're going with him." He pointed to the other guy.

"And if I refuse?"

The guy paused and then nodded backwards at one of his other accomplices that was holding a gun to Nadia's head, "We don't need her." He said, "One wrong move on your end and she dies."

Erin glared at him, "What do you want?"

He took a breath, "Justice." He said before pushing her towards the other guy, who ushered her, Nadia, Burgess and Platt into a van that pulled up outside the building.

She didn't even get the chance to check for Jay before they were taken, but she had a feeling he was in a situation similar to hers. It was clear they were only taking people involved in the Intelligence Unit and leaving the others behind.

As they were lead out, Platt struggled, but two men easily overpowered her and threw all four of them into the back where their hands were tied and they were blindfolded.

In the darkness, over the sound of the van's engine, she could hear Nadia crying.

And Erin knew where she was so she reached her hand out and touched Nadia's arm, "Hey." She said softly, "Hey, we're gonna be okay. Don't worry, alright? We're gonna be fine." She reassured her.

"No talking!" The driver yelled.

It took them what felt like a long time to get there, but Erin couldn't be sure. They stopped the van suddenly and someone came and unloaded them, pulled them out by their arms and then walked them down the sidewalk and into what she guessed was a building.

Their blindfolds didn't come off until a few minutes later. The first thing she saw was a man in a ski mask, standing in front of her, taking her blindfold off. Once she could see, she took the time to observe her surroundings.

They were in a fully concrete room. The walls were dirty and a little bit cracked, which made her think that the building they were in was old. The door was open, but the men in the ski masks were filing out. When they were gone, they shut the door behind them. It had little slats in it that she guessed would allow for air flow to get into the room.

There was an old light hanging from the ceiling that was barely lighting up the room they were in, but it was enough for Erin to look around at the rest of them. Platt was across from her, a stony, angry look on her face and Burgess was a few feet away from her, looking around just as Erin had been doing. To her right, in the corner, was Nadia, hugging her knees to her chest, staring at the ground blankly.

Erin scooted towards her, "You okay?" She asked, tapping her knee.

Nadia looked up, "Yea, yea, sorry." She stuttered, "I, uh, I guess I just can't believe this is happening." She said honestly.

"None of us can." Platt said coldly, "What the hell kind of criminals raid a police gala and do something like this?"

Erin shrugged, "They pulled it off." She pointed out, "So they must be good. And they have to have some kind of agenda…probably something to do with Intelligence. That's the only thing that really links us together."

Burgess tilted her head, "But I'm not in Intelligence."

"You were." Erin said, "And you've helped us before, same with you, Sergeant." She said, "I'm not sure what they want though. He said…justice, but I can't think of anyone in particular who would want revenge."

Platt looked up, "Really? Not one? Not a guy you ran out of town or someone you blackmailed? No one like that?" She raised her eyebrows.

Erin shook her head, "I can't remember anyone specifically. I'm sure there must be someone." She took in a deep breath, "I'm just wondering what happened to Voight, Ruzek, Olinsky, Atwater and Halstead…" She trailed off.

"They took them." Burgess said blankly, "I was standing by Adam and they just grabbed him, hit him over the head and then dragged us in opposite directions." She told them with a shrug, "I didn't see where they took him after that, but it would make sense if they took all of us."

"But why split us up?" Nadia asked from the corner, talking for the first time.

Erin shrugged, "Maybe to throw us off and to also make the group smaller so that they won't be outnumbered." She suggested, "It could also be a manipulation tactic, they might try to threaten one group to get the other to do something."

No one replied and silence filled the room.

After a few minutes, it was broken by the sound of the door being unlocked. The door was pushed open and three masked men entered silently, moving into the room and looking at each of them.

"What do you want?" Erin asked the one that was standing in front of her.

The man's eyes met hers, but he didn't say anything.

One of the other guys grabbed Burgess and pulled her up off the ground. She struggled, but her hands were tied so it wasn't hard for him to overpower her.

"Hey!" Erin attempted to stand up, but couldn't, because her hands were tied tightly behind her back, "Hey, let her go. Where are you taking her?" She protested. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Platt trying, but failing to get up too.

The man leaned down towards her and lifted a finger to his mouth, shushing her silently.

Erin looked at him, a tension between them. "What do you want?" She asked, glaring at him.

"You'll find out soon enough." He whispered back before leaving the room, the other two guys following him out, pulling Burgess with them, who did her best to resist, but couldn't get out of their grasp.

"Kim!" Erin called.

But it was too late.

The door shut behind them.

"Damn it!" Erin said, shaking her head, "What the hell is going on?" She asked, shaking her head and trying to roll over so that she could stand up, but it was still no use.

Platt took in a deep breath, "They still had their masks on."

"What?"

"Their masks were still on." Platt pointed out, "If they were going to kill us, why would it matter if we saw their faces? But if they were gonna let us go, they would need to wear masks so we wouldn't be able to identify them."

Erin nodded slowly, "But they still took Kim."

Platt sighed, "I know." She said, not able to offer any words of comfort for that.

"I can't shake the feeling that these guys aren't taking us as hostages or something for ransom or even to get revenge, I feel like they want something, but I just don't know what yet…" Erin said, thinking out loud.

There was a short pause and then Nadia spoke, "One of the guys, the one that grabbed Burgess first, he had a tattoo." She told them.

Erin looked over, "What was it?"

"A small star, surrounded by a circle." Nadia reported, "You know the star on the US Army seal, I think that's what it was. It was on his wrist."

Erin looked up, "So he was probably in the army…" She nodded, "A guy that maybe we arrested who used to be or is still in the US Army. That kind of narrows it down, but I still don't remember anyone specifically."

Before either of them could respond, the door opened abruptly.

Two masked men came in, one of them carrying a box. He pulled clothes out of it and threw a pair of jeans and a sweater at her. "Are you a size four?" He asked mockingly as he tossed it at her.

Erin looked down. Coincidentally, she was a size four, but she knew he was mocking her, "Would it matter if I wasn't?"

He shook his head and walked over, pulling her up by her shoulders. "I'm gonna untie you and I want you to change clothes." He said, "No funny business or your friend dies."

The other guy in the room pulled out a gun and pointed it at Nadia.

Erin looked at the guy, "I'm not changing in front of you."

The man took in a deep breath, "Fine." He nodded back to the other guy, who left the room and then came back a few moments later with two more masked men.

They got Nadia and Platt on their feet too and lead all three of them out of the room.

The man held Erin tightly by the rope that was tied around her hands. He pushed her down a hallway. It was fully concrete and there were a few doors, but they were open, all leading to empty rooms.

"Can I just say, your fashion sense is really impressive." Erin said sarcastically.

The man laughed from behind her, "Try to be grateful. We didn't have a lot to choose from."

"Did someone die in those clothes?"

He didn't reply.

But she already knew the answer.

He pushed into one of the empty rooms and Nadia and Platt were also pushed into two other empty rooms. He dropped the clothes by the door and then untied her before leaving the room and shutting the door behind him.

It was another concrete room, dirty and completely empty.

Erin undressed quickly and redressed in the clothes he'd given her. The jeans were kind of big and long, but they fit well enough and the sweater was a little big, but she didn't care about that either. She was more concentrated on her heels.

She picked one of them up and hit it against the wall a couple times as quietly as she could until the heel broke so she had a sharp-ish stick that she slipped into her back pocket.

Second, she removed her earrings, discarding one and taking the decorative part off the other so that it was just a tiny, curved metal pin. Easily, she bent it back so it was straight and put it in her front pocket, hoping maybe that would come in handy too.

"You done yet?" The man called.

Erin nodded, glancing back at her clothes, "Yea." She walked back over to the door. He pushed it open and came in, tied her up and then pushed her back out into the hallway.

Nadia and Platt were already changed and waiting, both wearing similar clothes to hers.

Erin looked around, trying to make note of the exits, but all she saw were a bunch of doors. She had no idea which one was the exit. She listened for any sign that the other group was in the building, but she didn't hear anything.

The three men pushed them back into their original room only for them to find Burgess lying in a corner, tied and bleeding from a cut on her cheek just below her eye. She looked tired, her hair messy and her breaths quick and heavy.

The men shut the door and locked them back in the room.

"Are you alright?" Nadia asked, dropping to her knees in front of Burgess.

Burgess nodded slowly, "Yea, yea, I'm fine." She said, taking in a deep breath, "It probably looks a lot worse than it is." She said, looking up.

Erin walked over with Platt, "What happened?"

Burgess shrugged, "I'm not really sure. They took me down the hall, made me change clothes and then took me into a room and tied me to a chair. We waited for a long time and then they brought in Olinsky, sat him down and tied him to a chair next to me. He looked fine." She said, "And then they started asking us questions."

"What kind of questions?"

Burgess shook her head, "Stuff you'd expect them to know…like our names, our ranks, our precinct number." She said with a shrug, "And then they started asking about intel we had on some gangs in the city. I told them I didn't know much, which was the truth, and Olinsky wouldn't talk. But then they said every time he didn't answer, they'd do something to me. So they asked him a question, he didn't answer, they gave me this cut." She pointed to her face, "And then they slapped me around. After that, he started talking."

Erin looked up at the ceiling, "That still doesn't make any sense. Why would they want to know about gangs in the city? To get an advantage…?" She asked, thinking out loud again, "Or maybe to see what we know about them if they're a gang?"

"Are you sure you're okay?" Nadia asked Burgess again.

She nodded in response, "Yea, I'm okay, thanks."

Just as she finished her sentence, the door flew open again, narrowly missing Platt, who'd been standing right in front of it. The man who came in shoved past her and walked towards Nadia, Erin and Burgess.

Two more entered after that.

One grabbed Burgess, pulling her off the ground.

"Hey!" Nadia protested, trying to stand up and failing.

The man pulled Burgess out of the room while a second one grabbed Erin by the rope that was tying her hands together and started to pull her out of the room. The rope tightened around her wrists, rubbing intensely against her skin. She felt blood dripping down her palms.

She struggled, not making it easy for the man trying to drag her out. She elbowed him in the stomach, disabling him for a moment and able to make it around him, out the door and a few steps down the hall before she ran into another man waiting outside.

He grabbed her by the shoulders and threw her to the ground. She fell directly on her back, hitting the concrete floor with a loud thud. She couldn't move for a moment, her arms crushed underneath her body. She let out a soft moan just before one of the men pulled her up off the ground.

"That's cute - you thought you could escape." One of them whispered in her ear, "Let me tell you a secret…" His voice was soft, his breath on her neck, "No matter what you think or what we say or what we do, you and all of your friends aren't getting out of here. Not unless it's in a body bag."

Erin struggled again, pushing him back so he wasn't so close.

"Struggle all you want." He said confidently, "It's not gonna make a difference, sweetheart."

Erin hated the sound of that. Was everything he said true? Was this all some sort of plot that was going to end up with them being killed? She wasn't sure. He could be telling the truth, but at the same time, he could be trying to manipulate her, try to make her lose hope.

They knew hope was dangerous.

But she wasn't ready to give up.

She still had hope.

She was still dangerous.

And she wasn't going to lose the hope and the fight in her, even if it was the only thing she had left.

A/N: Sorry, it's been so long. I've been so busy lately, it's ridiculous, anyway, I'm thinking of ending this story soon, but I already have another one in the works. I hope you all like this chapter. I'm really excited for season 3, but I have no idea what they're planning to do...especially with Linstead...who knows? Thanks for reading. Please don't forget to review.