The evidence talks and doesn't say a lot.
There's a price to pay to for the lies told.

Last one for today (3/3).
It's not gonna be a fun read, it has to go bad, baaaaad before it improves... if it ever does!
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They had to kick him after a couple of hours, Kim had doubled-back with his coworkers, and even though he still had the reputation of being something of a sleaze, his payments to the Uber who drove him back home, and the subsequent pizza order he did an hour later alibied him out.
And thuth be told, he had been genuinely surprised by the news of Vanessa being police, without that it was unlikely they could find a motive.

It was 6 pm, and the deadline Voight gave them was fast approaching.
They were all meeting in his office for a debrief of the case.

"So what do we have?"
"We got a list of offenders fitting the profile, arrested by intelligence and released recently but none of them raise enough red flag to even narrow it down to less than 10 suspects" starts Jay, he eyes Hailey who completes their assignments "I have been through all kinds of threats received by way of social media, regular mail, email, video, and songs and I can't put forward anyone specific, I still believe its a viable lead and we should look into some of the most hateful ones".
Voight just nods and turns to Kim " So, as we all know there is no physical evidence that matched with any of the DNA in the database, we still can't explain how the attacker made it in the flat and...
"We have nothing" Voight's concludes.
"Sarge as you know we peeled through her life, her most recent frequentations everything, and we just kicked our best asshole, and unless someone is lying to us, nobody hated her that bad, so boss I think we should consider the random home invasion angle" offers Kevin.

"Hmm..." Voight thinks for a minute then. "Let me ask you something, when was the last time one of us has been attacked and it turned out it was unrelated to the job? Hum? Or any cop in this city for that matter? If you can't find me anything by end of shift we will shelve this, you hear me?
We are missing something and I think only she can give us that. " He says walking towards the door, dismissing them, "Send her over" he tells to no one in particular.

Vanessa couldn't work anymore, she was sitting on a bench in the locker room for the last hour or so. She couldn't think straight, what the fuck had just happened? In a million years, she never thought what just unfolded was even possible.
Everything she ever did for herself these last couple of years, was to make sure she would never have to see a guy like Luca ever again.
She had known misery in some of the worst group homes but the life she had lived with him was nothing short of a nightmare. Of course, at the time she wouldn't think of it this way, but looking back...

"Vanessa?" it's Jay who ends up finding her first, "Voight wants to talk to you".
She doesn't say anything at first, Jay is starting to get used to the silent treatment, she had refused to look at him or talk to him since the night of, and since she was back in the squad room she's been carefully avoiding him.

But eventually she sits up and waits to level up with him and asks "Am I in trouble?" he looks at her, she is just so... young? Innocent? Out of her depths? He wonders sometimes if her being here has been a blessing or a curse, "I don't know...but one thing I can tell you, it will feel better when you tell the truth, he will help you."
The tiny bit of consideration she seemed to have for him disappeared from her features, and she just holds her head high and walks up ready to face whatever it is expecting her.

"Have a sit." Her sergeant tells her.
She sits down in front of him.
"So look I'm gonna recap everything we got so far, so listen carefully so what we got is a break-in with nothing stolen, a home invasion with no effraction and a struggle with no DNA, we combed through your life and we still ended up with nothing, you see how that doesn't add up? So it's very simple, and I need you to see this from my point of view, either you're not telling us everything, or you're simply the single unluckiest cop in Chicago. And before you say anything I want you to really think, really think is there anything you forgot, stuff you didn't want us to know about, come clean now and I will help you sort this out."

She wasn't expecting that, and for the first time, she actually allows herself to fantasize about coming clean about it all.
The team gearing up and going in black-ops style to that son of a bitch's house and kidnap him at night, bringing him back in the holding cell underground, and torturing him into confessing what he'd done to her. It sounded sweet and simple in her head.
But then she could see the more realistic scenario, Voight laughing at her face and calling her a liar, Kevin, her dear friend shaking his head in disappointment because she had sent them all on a wild goose chase, Kim kicking her out of her flat and IA coming to arrest her for defamation, her whole world crumbling down. The Superintendant suing her for everything she was worth until she fades away. People calling her names, and saying it was a mistake to have let her in the force in the first place.

"I can't think of anything more, everything I told you was the truth, the offender never said a word and never showed his face so..."

"Ok Vanessa, I don't think you understand what is going on here. I trusted you, I have been lenient. You're not giving me ANYTHING!" He sprung up in a second, sending Vanessa into a mild panic state that glued her into her chair "WHAT IS IT? THINK! THIS JUST DOESNT MAKE SENSE. IN MY 30 YEARS ON THE JOB I HAVE NEVER SEEN ANYTHING LIKE THIS, SO IT'S VERY SIMPLE EITHER YOU KNOW WHO THE OFFENDER WAS AND YOU'RE PROTECTING HIM FOR WHATEVER REASON OR MAYBE YOU'RE AFRAID? MAYBE AN EX-BOYFRIEND? SOMEONE AFFILIATED WITH GANGS? YOU MISSHANDLED A CI? OR MAYBE ITS ONE OF YOUR OLD FRIENDS WHO APPARENTLY HAVE NO IDEA YOU'RE A COP? WHICH ONE IS IT? DID YOU CROSS THE LINE AND SOMEONE WANTS PAYBACK?
He starts to calm down a bit, seeing how mortified she looks, "In any case you are not giving me anything, you're putting yourself in danger and the whole unit too, and I can't let that happen. So it's simple if you're not gonna play ball, you have nothing to do here, I won't let you jeopardize the welfare of this team.

Dreading what was coming Vanessa finally finds in her to argue back "Sir, I swear I'm not..." but Voight interupts her directly "I don't trust you, I don't trust anything you're telling me... you can clean out your desk, and tomorrow you can report back to Platt and see if she can fit you on patrol until further notice.

"Sarge, please I can explain"

"Kid, I'm not playing and I won't get played by a rookie like you, so whenever you're ready to talk you know where to find me. In the meantime..." he walks up to the door and opens it for her. The whole unit is on its feet looking towards them.
She wipes a solo tear from her cheek and walks to her desk, simply grabs her stuff, and walk down the stairs without a word.