This is a massive chapter for me, I was going to split it up but then thought why bother? Have to thank 'Castle' for helping me out with this case. I wanted to bring som PD work into it because I feel like I haven't done that side of things much lately. Do you guys like to see more police work or do most of you not really care? But anyway I tried writing my own and just couldn't spark anything so I used 'Castle' as my inspiration and then there's some sad/cute Linstead stuff in the mix aswell. Enjoy!
Work today. Back to reality. Was she ready? A couple weeks off probably wasn't enough but she couldn't keep sitting at home with to much time to think she needed to be occupied.
Jay was constantly worried about her but she was opening up to him, slowly but it was happening. She was still physical distancing herself from him though, she couldn't even get dressed in front of him, something that they stopped caring about a very long time ago.
He walked upstairs after getting Lily dressed and ready for daycare, he approached the ensuite and knocked lightly on the door, "Er, you ready?"
The door creaked open and Erin was wearing tighter clothes then she had been for the last couple weeks, her bump was barely noticeable anymore, "Yeah I'm ready."
"You can take more time off if you need, the team will understand." Jay said sympathetically.
"I'm good Jay. I just need to get my mind busy again, I can't sit at home any longer and continue thinking about what could be happening right now."
"Okay." Jay said watching as she walked out.
He followed her down the steps, Lily ran straight to her, "Mummy."
Erin scooped her up, "Hey my beautiful girl."
Lily looked down and rested both her hands on Erin's stomach, "Mummy there's no baby anymore."
Erin took a deep breath in, trying not to let her tears fall, "Yeah hunny there isn't, but it's okay."
"I didn't get to meet him." Lily said sadly.
Erin looked to Jay for support, Jay nodded towards her and lifted Lily out of her hold, "He just wasn't strong enough to meet us Lily, but just remember he will always be looking down and protecting you."
"Otay." Lily said as Jay put her down and gave her, her iPad. He then walked over to the kitchen where Erin was leaning up against the counter, tears rolling down her cheeks.
"I'm good Jay. I will be good."
Jay pulled her into his arms, "I know but I think we both need this."
She sighed into his arms, "Come on we have to go to work."
They parted from each other and walked to grab Lily, Erin smiled, "What do you think your doing miss?"
"What mummy?" Lily said innocently as she sucked on her binky. They had pretty much gotten her off it besides sometimes at night, but miraculously she had found one.
"What's that in you mouth?" Erin pointed.
Lily shrugged and Jay went and took it out of her mouth, "You don't need this anymore Lily."
The bottom lip dropped and she started screaming, "Daddy no!"
"Come on Lily, only for bedtime." Jay said sternly, trying not to give in. He was always the pushover.
"Daddy." She said, tears slowly streaming down her flushed cheeks as she held up her arms for her father.
"How about a hug?" Jay compromised, she nodded and Jay lifted his little girl into his arms.
Erin gave him a look, "Jay you know you shouldn't praise bad behaviour she needs to learn."
"She's only just weaning off it Er, sometimes it's okay for her to slip up." He shrugged.
"Mmhm." Erin nodded.
"Come on, let's get out of here." Jay said leading them to the door, Lily still clinging tight.
They arrived at the district after dropping Lily off, Jay pulled up in the car park and stopped the car, pulling the key out of the ignition then looking over to Erin, "You good?"
"Jay you don't have to ask me that every minute of the day."
"Okay I'm sorry. Let's go in then." Jay said opening his door, he got out and walked around to Erin's side, waiting for her to get out but when the door didn't open he sighed, she was pushing herself to be ready, but she wasn't, not in his eyes. He walked over and opened it, "Er?"
She rubbed her hands over her face and unclipped her seatbelt, "Sorry, I'm coming."
"Don't apologise babe."
"I just don't want everyone to look at me with sad eyes. I can't handle that, that's what will break me. I just want people to be normal around me, like it never happened. Like I was never pregnant in the first place."
Jays face turned into a worried frown, "Is that what you want? To pretend it never happened? Like you were never pregnant?"
She nodded, "Don't you?"
"Jake is always going to be apart of our life whether he made it into the world or not, I think you just have to make peace with that."
Erin's face looked like her throat was just slit, "Just make peace with it?"
"Sorry it came out wrong."
"When you've had a miscarriage Jay you come tell me how you go making peace with it." She said angrily as she walked off.
"Shit." Jay whispered to himself and followed after her. Great start to her first day back.
They walked up to the bullpen together, Erin paying no attention to Jay who was beside her. Once they got into the bullpen, straight away Erin saw sympathetic faces, "Morning." She said and headed straight for her desk.
Hank stood in his doorway watching the tension between the pair, "Halstead."
Jay nodded and headed inside Voights office, "Sarge."
"How is she?"
"How do you think?" Jay snapped, getting a 'watch your attitude' face of Voight, "Sorry. I'm sorry, we just...it's getting better. I think?"
"She seemed better when I saw her yesterday? But now she seems angry today? She knows she didn't have to come back right? It was her choice."
"I know. It's my fault, I said something I shouldn't have in the car park when we arrived, every time we step forward from this whole thing I feel like I say or do something that takes us ten steps back again. I'm struggling, I miss him too." Jay said sinking his head in his hands.
Hank felt sorry for Jay, he had to be the strong one but it was just as tough for him as it was for Erin, "You's will get there kid, it will just take time."
"That's what I keep hearing. I just wish I knew when it would be okay again." Jay shrugged.
There was a knock at the door before Hank could said more, it was Adam, "Hey sarge, we have a crime-scene."
"Let's roll." Hank said getting up, Jay followed him out.
"Caucasian female. A young couple found her while skinny dipping." Hailey explained.
"Bet that killed the mood." Adam joked, getting eye rolls off everyone, "Sorry wrong place for a joke."
"Anyway, purse is missing, couldn't find an idea and for some reason she's wearing no shoes and we can't find them." Hailey continued.
"Canvass the buildings surrounding the plaza and get uniforms to check trash cans and dumpsters for her purse. Cause of death?" Hank said.
Erin was knelt down next to the body with the medical examiner, "Stabbing, fatal wound to the back."
"Maybe a robbery gone wrong?" Hailey questioned.
"Maybe. We gotta find out who she is and what she was doing here so late, though." Voight said.
"Well, she's tall, she's gorgeous, 10 pounds underweight. Her hair is fried, she's wearing too much eye makeup. She's a model. Which means she was probably at a club last night. It is, after all, Fashion Week." Adam said writing down notes in his book.
Everyone gave him questionable looks, "Anyway. This was on her wrist. She was at a club. That's Teddy Farrow's logo. He designs clothes for women. Upscale, expensive." Erin explained, holding up the wrist band.
"Is there a label in her dress?" Hailey asked.
Erin checked and nodded, "Teddy Farrow Collection."
"Well, if she is one of his models, maybe he can identify her for us. Ruzek and Al, go talk to witnesses of surrounding buildings incase they saw or heard anything. Atwater, help patrol with canvassing, Dawson and Upton get back to the district, try get an ID and stating making a timeline. Halstead and Lindsay go check out this Teddy Farrow lead." Hank instructed.
"That's Jenna. Jenna McBoyd. She was supposed to walk for me today. My God, what happened?" Teddy said looking at the photo of their victim.
"She was stabbed sometime this morning." Erin said.
"I can't believe it. I mean, I saw her last night at my party." Terry said shocked.
"Did you notice anything unusual at the party?" Jay questioned.
"She was agitated. But that wasn't so unusual for her these days."
"Any idea what was wrong?" Jay asked.
"Yeah. She was stressed out. Look, Jenna was a small-town girl. I mean, straight off the bus from Ohio."
"You're saying she was an innocent?" Erin asked.
"She was a rising star, but she wasn't ready for what was coming her way."
"What do you mean?" Erin asked.
"I mean I was thinking of making her the face of my campaign. That would have meant photo shoots, magazines, billboards in Times Square, travel, not to mention a very generous paycheck."
"That seems to be all pretty heady stuff for a naive young girl." Jay said, writing down notes.
"In recent weeks, she'd become so bad tempered, paranoid. I'd started to wonder if she wasn't too inexperienced for a major campaign."
"You said that she was paranoid?" Jay questioned, "Any chance she was doing drugs?"
Terry shook his head, "Not her style."
"Mr. Farrow, just a couple more questions." Erin said noticing the man starting to get sidetracked as he told his assistants orders.
"Yes, but quickly, please."
"Who was Jenna with last night at your party?" Jay asked.
"I only saw her briefly. She spent most of her time with Sierra, her best friend. That's Sierra there, with the wedding gown," he pointed, "So, if that's all, now I really must take care of last-minute details."
"One last thing. When Jenna left your party, was she wearing shoes?" Erin said stopping him from leaving.
"Yes, Christian Louboutin pink satin pumps I'd lent her for the evening. The dress she was wearing was a one-of-a-kind. I don't suppose we can have it returned?"
Jay shook his head, was this guy for real, "It's in evidence now. And it has a hole in the back of it, where she was stabbed. Sorry."
They walked over to Jennas friend Sierra, breaking the news that her friend had been murdered. She was distraught.
"When did Jenna leave the party?" Jay asked.
"Around midnight. I assumed she was going home."
"Mr. Farrow mentioned that she seemed agitated lately." Jay said.
"Tomorrow, Teddy's announcing the new face of his collection. Jenna was up for the job and she was a little tense, but she didn't have any reason to be."
"Why not?" Erin asked.
"She was a lock. Jenna was Teddy's favorite. Oh, God. Does Travis know?"
"Her husband?" Jay asked as he and Erin shared a look.
"He's gonna be devastated. They were so in love."
"I went to bed around 11:00, I figured she'd wake me when she got in. But at 3:00 a.m. She wasn't home, so I called her cell phone. She wasn't there. I called the cops. They said I had to wait 48 hours till I could report her missing.
I told them, 'You don't know my wife. If she's not home by now, something happened to her.' God, I should have been there. These parties, you know, they're just...Everyone is so phony."
Travis explained to Jay and Erin.
"Travis, I know this is difficult, but I have to ask you this question. Was there anyone that you can think of that would want to do harm to Jenna?" Jay said as sympathetically as possible.
"You're kidding, right? We filed the reports. Didn't the other cops send them to you guys?" Travis said angrily.
"Reports?" Jay said confused.
"For harassment. Some guy was sending Jenna letters, like, writing all sorts of sick things. He was taking pictures of her, too. It's like he was watching us all the time. She was falling apart. I mean, we both were. Hell, we almost moved back home."
"And you filed a report?" Erin questioned.
"Yeah. A dozen of them, and every time you people said the same damn thing. That this is Chicago and you got more important things to do than to track down some annoying fan. And now she's dead. My wife is dead."
Back at the district everyone stood in front of the whiteboard, Hailey came and put photos up of copies of the letters, "The letters were mailed from a post office downtown. No return address. No signature."
"'I saw you today in the subway. Did you see me? I wanted to taste you.'" Erin said reading the letter out in disgust.
"That's pretty sick stuff. But he doesn't make any direct threats. That's why Jenna and Travis couldn't get the beat cops to take them seriously." Atwater said from his desk.
"You know, to take these shots, he would have had to have been on a rooftop pretty close to the apartment." Jay said looking closely at the photos that the supposedly stalker had taken.
"Find the roof, see if there's anything up there that we can use to identify him. Those cops let Jenna down once. We're not gonna do it again." Hank said.
Before they left Jay noticed Erin in the break room getting coffee to go, he walked in and held out a takeaway cup in her direction, she poured some coffee in there then looked at him, "Not going to ask me how I am?"
Jay shook his head, "No because you told me I have to stop doing that. You don't want to be coddled, I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry for being there. And I'm sorry I got angry earlier, your right. I do have to make peace with what has happened but I just don't know how long that's going to take." She shrugged.
"I know."
"I feel like everyone is keeping their distance, I mean I know a case jumped straight off as soon as we walked in but...I don't know."
"I thought you just wanted them to treat you like normal?"
"Yeah. I'm sorry, I don't know what I want."
Jay stroked the side of her arm, "They do care a lot Er, if you need to talk to any one of them I don't doubt that anyone would be there for you in a heartbeat."
"I know. Anyway let's go, we have a case to solve. One thing. I'm glad I came back, it gives me plenty of reasons to not get caught up in my thoughts."
"Good thing for the job then huh." Jay smiled, giving her cheek a quick kiss before heading out.
"I guess you can say that."
Meanwhile, Al and Adam were with the medical examiner, "I'm putting the time of death between 2:00 and 5:00 a.m."
"She left the party at midnight. So, where was she for two hours?" Adam asked curiously.
"Any signs of sexual assault?" Al asked.
"No, but she put up a fight. There's some bruising on her arms and hands, her dress was torn, there's a cut inside of her cheek, indicating that she was slapped hard. But here's the weird part. She was stabbed with something long and sharp. It wasn't your typical blade." The examiner explained.
"How so?" Adam asked, looking at the wound.
"Well, based on the wound, I made a reconstruction. It's four-sided. It's slimmer at the tip and gets progressively wider at the base. Also, I found traces of glass in the wound." The examiner said showing them the drawing she'd constructed.
"She was stabbed with the Washington Monument?" Adam asked confused.
Jay and Erin came back to the bullpen after searching for the rooftop, the team looked at them waiting for answers, "Halstead, Lindsay, how'd you go?" Hank asked.
"Yeah. Rooftop is right across the street from the vic's apartment. Easy access." Jay said.
"You find anything?" Hank asked.
"Lots of cigarette butts, soda cans. And an empty package for a digital camera memory card. Lab is testing it all now."
Before Hank could say anything Al and Adam made there way back in the bullpen, they explained what the examiner had told them, "Also preliminary tox screen indicates her blood alcohol was 0.02, and there were traces of Addmair in her system."
"What's that?" Atwater questioned.
"It's a form of speed, usually prescribed to people with ADD. But models have been known to buy it off the street and use it for weight loss." Al explained.
"So much for her being anti-drug." Erin said.
"I guess the job and the stalker weren't the only things making her tense." Adam said.
Jay said at his desk and went over his notes, "Do you find it odd Jenna had a stalker?"
"No, not really. Why?" Erin questioned as the rest of the team looked up waiting to listen.
"Well, she wasn't Heidi Klum. She hadn't even had a national campaign." Jay said.
"Well, maybe the guy figured he was getting in on the ground floor, stalker-wise, you know. Beat the rush." Atwater said.
Erin's phone rang, she done some typing on her computer and once she hung up she went to the printer, " You guys, the lab matched a print off the memory card packaging. Will James. Real charm-boy. On probation for domestic assault. A couple of restraining orders."
Hank appeared from his office, "Sounds like our guy. Halstead, Lindsay."
Jay looked at Erin, "You ready for this?"
She nodded, "Yeah, keen to get back in on the action."
"You sure because I can get Hailey or someone else to come with me?"
"Coddling Jay."
He held his arms up in defence, "Sorry. My bad. After you." He said letting her lead the way.
Jay knocked on the door of Will James apartment, "Will James, Chicago PD!"
There was no answer so Erin turned to the manager, "Open it up." He nodded and they went inside. Clearing each room, then meeting back up in the lounge room.
"It's all clear." Jay shrugged.
"Look what I found," Erin said holding up a card, "Jenna's comp card."
"Comp card?" Jay said unsure of what the hell a comp card was.
"Yeah, I done some research, agencies use it
to get models work."
Jay looked around, "A single comp card? That's not very stalker-y. Where's the big, creepy wall of Jenna?"
Erin sighed and started looking over the desk where she found the comp card, "I think I got something." She heard Jay say from the bedroom.
"A camera with a telephoto lens." He said holding it up.
"What has it got on it?"
"Nothing. Maybe it's been erased."
"Q-tech, four gigs. Same as the empty package on the roof. We will see if Adam and Kev can recover the photos. If this guy had a thing for Jenna, he sure was subtle about it."
Jay and Erin walked back into the living room and heard the door open, immediately drawing their guns, "Can I help you, officers?" The man said confused.
"Will James? Get your hands up." Jay instructed.
"We can place you on the rooftop of the building across from her. So if you weren't taking photos, what were you doing there?" Jay asked.
"I didn't kill her, all right? I wasn't even here Sunday, I was working." Will said annoyed.
"Right, at the casino over in downtown." Erin said flipping through the file, "Don't worry, we're running it down now. In the meantime, maybe you can explain how this got in your apartment." She said sliding some photos forward.
"Having pictures of hot chicks is not a crime." He snapped back.
"No, but sending them threatening letters is. 'You were wearing a lot of makeup today. It made you look like a slut.'" Jay read aloud one of the letters.
"You guys think I wrote that?"
There was a knock at the door, so Jay and Erin shared a look and told him to sit tight.
They walked into the bullpen, "We have a problem. His alibi checks out." Antonio explained.
"You've gotta be kidding me." Jay said annoyed.
"Mmm-mmm. I talked to the manager of the casino where he works. He says that Will James was there the night the girl was killed." Antonio continued.
"There's got to be some kind of mistake." Erin said.
"Maybe his boss is in on it. Covering for his friend."
"I thought so, so they sent over the security footage. James was parking cars all night. He's not our guy." Hailey said showing them the proof.
"Okay, I don't... I don't understand." Jay shrugged.
"We're holding him on stalking charges." Hank said annoyed.
Jennas husband was with Erin in the break room, "We are holding him on stalking chargers. But he didn't kill her."
"He sent those letters, right? He took the pictures?"
"We won't know for sure unless the our guys are able to recover files from the camera card. Whoever killed Jenna, we will find them. I promise." Erin said hopeful.
"Okay, just whatever I can do."
"Well, there is something that we're trying to figure out. The medical examiner said that she found Addmair in Jenna's bloodstream. It's a type of amphetamine." Erin explained.
"No. No, Jenna didn't use drugs." Travis said in disbelief.
"Some people say that she'd been acting nervous lately. Edgy."
"Sure, that was the stress. Look, these letters, they really scared her, she didn't want to tell people at work about them."
"How were things going for her at work? Was there anyone she didn't get along with? Mr. Farrow, perhaps?"
"No, look. She loved Teddy. She got along good with everyone. I don't know, maybe this one guy. A photographer. They had a fight."
"About what?" Erin asked.
"I guess he was the guy that was gonna shoot the Farrow campaign, so last week he and Jenna, they did this test shoot. She came home crying. Said that her pictures were awful. She was worried she wouldn't get the job now."
"Did Jenna say what went wrong?"
"She said that he just didn't like her. He was trying to ruin it for her by making her look bad."
"This photographer. Do you know his name?"
"Mr. Monroe, what happened between you and Jenna?" Dawson questioned the photographer.
"Look, Jenna was a great model and a great girl, but that day she was unfocused, awkward. We had words, but we resolved our issues."
"How?" Atwater asked.
"I agreed to do another test, on my time and my dime. We were supposed to meet yesterday, after the runway show, but..."
"Can you confirm where you were at between 1:00 and 5:00 a.m." Dawson said.
"The night she died? I was at the Zac Posen party until 3:00 and then home, asleep."
"Thank you, Mr. Monroe." Atwater said passing his card to the photographer incase he remembered anything else.
They then watched as Teddy said his condolences and then introduced the next face of his new campaign. It was Jennas friend and she seemed a little too happy.
So they waited back and spoke to some models about of Sierra and Jenna were actually BFF's.
Atwater and Dawson raced up the steps, "So we have a theory. Firstly Sierra seemed to not be as close as friends with everyone like she says. From setting up wrong call dates all the way to slipping diet pills in peoples drinks. So what if she was the one slipping the drugs into Jennas drinks?"
"Guys. We managed to recover the deleted photos from Will James' memory card. He might not have been Jenna's killer, but he was definitely her stalker."
"Okay well that settles that then. Anything else?" Hank asked.
"Will has a girlfriend we might want to talk to. There's some photos of her right here in the back. Naked photos." Adam said showing them the other photos.
"She's Will James' girlfriend? It looks like Teddy Farrow isn't the only guy that Sierra was modeling for." Jay said.
"Bring Teddy and Sierra in." Hank ordered.
"Have you any idea of the spectacle you just caused? I mean, why the hell would you drag the face of my campaign out of my launch party and bring her down here as if she was some sort of criminal?" Teddy said annoyed.
"Because she is." Hank shrugged. Not caring about some launch party in the slightest.
"Will James' confession. He admits Sierra hired him to take the stalker photos of Jenna. He even helped her write the letters. And he claims he was supplying Sierra with Addmair." Hailey said passing the confession to Hank.
Hank read it over, "She was dosing Jenna. She was trying to make her seem paranoid around you."
"Why would she do that?" He said sadly.
"To prey on the fears of a naive couple, pressure them into moving back to Ohio so Sierra could take her place." Hailey said.
"Mr. Farrow, have you ever heard of the expression, 'I would kill for that job?'" Hank asked.
"But she was my face. My face! I mean, have you any idea what this will do to me, the scandal will taint the entire spring line!"
Hank scoffed, "A girl is dead, Mr. Farrow. Does that mean anything to you?"
"It doesn't mean my business should suffer."
"They're just clothes." Hailey said annoyed.
"Just clothes, Detective? Clothes are civilization. Clothes are what separate us from animals."
"Not always." Hank said before getting Hailey to escort Teddy out.
Jay and Erin said in the interrogation room with Sierra, "She was your only competition, you needed her out of the way, and you were running out of time."
"No. No. I didn't kill her."
"Right, you just drugged her and sent her threatening letters." Jay said angrily.
"Where were you at 2:00 a.m. On Sunday night?" Erin asked, Sierra shook her head, "Sierra, you are facing a murder charge. If you have something to say, now would be the time."
"She went to Wyatt's place."
"The photographer?" Jay asked.
"Jenna wasn't just being paranoid when she said Wyatt sabotaged her photo shoot. He did."
"Why?" Jay questioned.
"Because Jenna wouldn't sleep with him. It's like an open secret with the girls. You give Wyatt what he wants, he gives you great shots. If you don't, he can ruin you. And he wanted Jenna."
"So, he was making her choose between her career and her marriage vows? Nice guy." Erin said, getting more annoyed. Some people.
"She knew the photos from the second test had to be great or she really would lose the job. She needed him to do it right this time."
"So what happened on Sunday?" Jay went back to questioning.
"She told me she had a plan. I figured she was gonna give Wyatt what he wanted. I just told her, "It's not the worst thing in the world," you know. "You might even like it." I did. That was the last time I saw her alive."
There was a knock at the door and Adam popped his head in, "We got something."
"We just got the rundown on Wyatt Monroe. No priors. But turns out his apartment is right next door to the arts center, and his living room overlooks the fountain where Jenna was killed." He explained as they walked back out into the bullpen.
"He lives next to the crime scene?" Hank asked.
"We ran that alibi that he gave Kev and Antonio. Witnesses at the Zac Posen party said he left around 11:30."
"He told us he left at 3:00 a.m." Dawson said.
"There's more. We checked with the Teddy Farrow people. They said he got to their party just before midnight." Adam continued.
"He lied to us. Go pay him a visit," Hank demanded.
Jay and Erin were invited into Wyatts house, Jay started subtly looking around while Erin said close and talked to him, "I can't tell you how shocked I was when Sierra was arrested."
"Are you two close?"
"I wouldn't say close but I did a number of sessions with her."
"So we've heard." Erin said.
"That's a really nice view." Jay said looking out the window to the fountain they found Jenna in.
"Thanks. So, how can I help?"
"You can tell me why you didn't mention going to the Farrow party on Sunday night." Erin said.
"Must have slipped my mind. It's Fashion Week. I go to a lot of parties," he then noticed Jay looking around, "Hey, what are you doing?"
"Don't mind me." Jay said causally.
"Did you talk to Jenna at the party?" Erin asked trying to gain his attention again.
"I think I did. But just to say hello."
"You didn't plan on a rendezvous later on at your place?" Jay asked, kneeling down when he saw something under the couch.
"No."
"Oh, really? Then whose are these? Christian Louboutin pink satin pumps, on loan from Teddy Farrow." Jay said holding the shoes up, not knowing how the hell he remembered that.
"I don't know who those belong to." Teddy shrugged.
Erin looked towards a familiar object, "What is this award, Mr. Monroe?"
"It's the Hilo. "For excellence in editorial photography.""
"It looks like one of these is missing. Mr. Monroe, where is it?" She asked him bluntly.
"The cleaning woman dropped it last week. It broke."
"You know, it looks just like the Washington Monument." Jay said moving closer.
"It does, doesn't it?" Erin agreed.
"Okay, look, Jenna was at my place on Sunday night, but she was alive when she left."
"Why was she there?" Erin asked.
"She found me at Teddy's party. Said she had a change of heart. Wanted us to work together from now on as a team."
"And you assumed that was code for "do me."" Jay said disgusted and annoyed.
"We agreed to meet back at my place. She came in, we had a drink, got comfortable on the couch. I was ready to get down to business, but she kept wanting to talk about our deal. That's what she called it. Said she wanted me to tell her exactly what she had to do to get good shots. Exactly."
"She was trying to get you to incriminate yourself." Erin said.
"A master spy this girl was not. I grabbed her purse, pulled out her phone. The damn thing had an app on it that turned it into a recorder. She taped our whole conversation."
"She wanted to record him demanding sex for good shots so she could play it for Teddy Farrow." Jay said.
"Yeah. She grabbed the phone back. We struggled. She picked up my award off the shelf, started waving it around and acting crazy. She smacked the Hilo into a bookshelf, the tip broke off. I tried to grab it, she cut me with the edge, so I backed off and she left."
"You know, that's a great story, but I don't believe you." Erin shrugged.
"Just listen to the recording on her phone. I'm telling you the truth."
Jay shook his head, "Her purse was never found. So it looks like the evidence that'll clear you is lying in a landfill somewhere, along with your Hilo. Tough break."
Back at the bullpen after they had arrested Wyatt for killing Jenna they were all doing the paperwork, Jay slouched back in his chair, "Here I thought modelling was glamorous."
"Not everybody in that business is predatory." Erin shrugged.
"It sure seems that way. Jenna's best friend was drugging her, and her photographer killed her. Even her clothing designer seemed more interested in his show than in her murder." Adam said agreeing with Jay.
"But at least we got the bad guy. That's something." Jay said, but then he noticed Erin with a questionable confused look on her face.
"What?"
Erin stood up, "If Wyatt killed her, why didn't he do a better job of cleaning up his place? And why would he leave her body right outside of his apartment?"
"Maybe he's not that bright." Adam shrugged.
"Or maybe he was telling the truth. Maybe he didn't do it." Erin said.
At home that night, Erin kept pacing in the kitchen, "Er you need to give it a rest. We got the guy. Well atleast we think we did."
"Just doesn't sit right with me."
"We will go over it again tomorrow at work then? Okay?"
"Okay."
"So I know you don't want me to ask but usually after a long day at work with a case I usually always ask how you are when we get home. So how are you?"
Erin stepped back, "I miss being pregnant."
Jays face saddened, "I love you."
"I love you too. Do you miss it though?"
"Of course I do Er, but I know one day it will happen again." Jay tried to smile, but it just seemed forced.
"I don't know if I want to go through that pain again. Maybe we will be fine with just Lily."
"Er. Babe."
"No I'm serious Jay. It took us months to fall pregnant again and then when we finally did it all came crashing down, I don't know if I can mentally go through that again. It's been three weeks and it still feels like yesterday when it happened. I can't get it out of my head, and the way you look at me and coddle me just reminds me of it."
"What?"
"I can feel your sadness."
"Babe of course I'm sad, we both are and that's okay."
"Is it?"
Jay nodded and moved closer to her, "Yes it is, you need to stop telling yourself that your not allowed to breakdown and you have to stay strong. Your only human, if you need to let it out then let it out."
Erin nodded, then it was like it all fell out of her at once, all the built up sadness and anger that she'd be shoving away, she would have fallen on the ground if Jay wasn't there to unexpectedly catch her, she wasn't sure how long they spent on the kitchen floor that night but it was good to be in Jays loving arms.
The next morning Erin woke up super early and waited in bed for Jay to get up, he shifted then started opening his eyes, noticing Erin was staring at him, "Morning."
He rubbed his eyes then sat up, "Why you up so early?"
"Thankyou."
He raised and eyebrow, "Why you thanking me? I thought we talked about this, you don't have to thank me for being there that's what I'm here for. That's my job and I won't stop doing it."
"I know but I just want you to know that you make every day a little better, no matter her cloudy."
"Right back at you." Jay smiled.
Erin grabbed his hand and rested it on her stomach, he took a deep breath, it had been three weeks since she had let him touch her, especially on the stomach, "We are going to be okay."
"Always."
They made there way into the bullpen, they were called in early by Hank, saying that Hailey and Antonio had found something from staying back late.
"What's the good word?" Jay said as they approached the board that Hailey was standing in front of.
"Sunshine Electronics."
"That's two words." Jay joked getting eye rolls from both Erin and Hailey.
"Nope, that's where Jenna McBoyd bought her new cell phone."
"What?" Erin asked.
"So, I was talking to her husband last night, and on a hunch I ask him about her cell phone. He said it wouldn't accommodate a recording app. So, I checked into her credit card receipts. She bought a new cell phone the day she died. And it had GPS in it, which she had the foresight to switch on."
"You found it?" Hank asked stepping closer.
"In a dumpster on West 81 st. Uniforms are bringing it in now." Hailey told them.
"Stop it, Wyatt! Give me that phone!"
"So far, it's happening just like he said it did. This is when he said she grabbed the weapon." Erin explained.
"Give that to me!"
"You stay away from me! Be careful with that thing. Damn it! I'm bleeding, you crazy bitch."
"Sounds like she left the place alive." Jay said as they heard a door slam in the recording.
"Doesn't mean he didn't go after her." Hank said.
"Yeah, if he was gonna kill her, he wouldn't let her leave the apartment." Hailey said.
"Shh. It's still going." Erin said quieting them.
"I need a cab. I've gotta get out of here. Oh, my God. Did you follow me? Wait, let go of me. Ahhh!"
"So, what's our plan?" Jay looked up after hearing who it was.
"Make him confess." Hank said.
"I don't think he's gonna crack that easy. I mean, what if he figures out we only have a partial recording? That the memory on the phone ran out before the actual murder took place?" Adam said.
"He won't." Hank said.
"We... We don't have any proof that he did it. I mean, what if he shuts down and doesn't talk?" Adam said again.
"He won't. Jay you and me." Hanks said as they both walked into the interrogation room were Jennas husband was.
"I just..."
Hank cut Travis off, "Don't speak."
"Why did you follow me?"
"Well, it seems like I had a good reason."
"Okay, wait. She was recording me?"
"You followed her to Farrow's party Sunday night, and then to Monroe's apartment." Jay said.
"You don't understand! She just...She'd been acting so strange lately. And then Sierra tells me about this photographer."
"You talked with Sierra about Wyatt Monroe?" Jay asked.
"She was worried about me and Jenna. That it was more than just business between them. Something was going on. Look, once this was in my head, I couldn't stop thinking about it. Yeah, I followed her to the party. They were together. When she didn't go home and she went to his place instead, I knew."
"Okay, so then you waited." Hank said.
"When she came out, her clothes were all messed up. Her lipstick was rubbed off."
"You called her a whore." Jay said in disgust. How does a husband change so quickly.
"I told her that she was my wife. My wife. And she... She just started crying. She said I didn't understand, that I was just like everybody else."
"Travis, I can't help you unless you tell me the truth." Hank said, keeping his calm.
Jay stood up, "And then you slapped her hard enough to cut her cheek."
"Look, I didn't mean... Look, I just...I couldn't...I couldn't see straight. It's like I wasn't even myself anymore. I was so mad. I just...I didn't even know what I was doing."
"And so you killed her." Jay said louder.
"No! No. I didn't kill her. Teddy did."
"Teddy Farrow?" Hank questioned.
"Oh, man, it was always Teddy. It was Teddy this, Teddy that. Just like, whispering in her ear, you know. Telling her how to walk, how to talk, who to be. Just feeding her mind with lies. I'll tell you what, if anyone did it, it was him."
"It was you, Travis, in the plaza, not Teddy. Standing by the fountain, thinking about all the things you'd done for her. About how you moved to this city that you hated only to be treated like this." Jay said.
"Now, she had something in her hands, something sharp. What was it?" Hank questioned, his finger hovering the play button on the phone, "Travis, do you really want me to turn that tape on? Do you really want to listen to what you said and what you did?"
Travis's eyes started to water, then he shook his head, "She was holding this broken glass. Told me to stay away."
"And so you took it from her?" Jay sat back down.
"It just happened."
"What happened?" Jay asked, pressing for a confession.
"I... I stabbed her. I stabbed her in the back. She was... She was trying to leave me. I loved her so much. I just... I couldn't let her leave me."
"She wasn't gonna leave you, Travis." Hank said then pressed play on the recording.
"What the hell! You're recording me?"
"Give it back, Wyatt. I didn't know what else to do! I want the job, Wyatt, but I love my I husband. I can't do this to him. I won't! You're hurting me. I just wanna go home! I want to go home!"
"Home. She was trying to go home to you." Jay said before they both walked out.
"That was a risky bluff, threatening to play a recording we didn't even have." Adam said to Voight as they walked out.
"It didn't seem like a risk to me. He loved his wife very much. He wouldn't want to relive her death." Hank shrugged.
"Well, what about Sierra? What about Wyatt Monroe? They just go free? That doesn't sound like justice." Erin questioned, they were all wondering it, there was so much screwed up shit that come out of this case.
"Well, I spoke with Teddy Farrow this morning. Now that he understands what those two did to Jenna, he's gonna launch a very different kind of campaign. He's gonna get them blackballed in the industry. No one will hire them again." Al said.
The rest of the day was quiet, they filled in all there paperwork then Hank said they could go and if something popped up he'd ring.
Erin walked over to Jays desk, he was still knee deep in paperwork. Some reason it always took him longer to fill everything in.
"Hey, do you mind if I go round and see Kim tonight?"
Jay looked up, "You sure your ready for that?"
"I don't think I will know until I'm there. Maybe seeing a baby will help."
"How about we all go round? Bring them over Chinese? Then at least if you aren't comfortable we can leave?"
"Your the best you know that?"
"I try."
