hey guys, just an idea i wanted to roll with. basically it takes place around 9.07, when Jay tells Hank to kick him off the team...but instead the rest of the unit also end up witnesssing the conversation...
no more spoilers hehe ... pls read and do comment xx
-belle x
All it takes is one wrong move. One wrong word or sentence. One wrong decision for everything to come crashing down.
Yet, nobody blames the one person responsible for all those wrong decisions. Even when it's obvious that he is to blame, people still want to believe he had his reasons for doing what he did.
But he didn't.
Neither did she.
And someone else ends up paying the price for their foolishness and carelessness.
Few hours earlier
The tension between her boyfriend, and partner, and her boss, is noticeable. Not just to Hailey, it seems, but to everyone else as well.
From the way Adam looks on with a worried expression, and Kevin chews on his lower lip, avoiding looking at Voight or Jay, and the way Kim just keeps looking back and forth between Hailey and the two men, it is evident they see the tension and strain between them too.
With Jay being a senior detective to them all though, nobody says anything. They simply watch, torn between their loyalties.
As far as Hailey is concerned, this is the biggest blow up she's ever seen between Jay and Voight. This is the angriest and most distrusting she's ever seen Jay look. In some ways, his distrust is rightfully directed at her, and in others, it's mainly directed at Voight.
As much as Hailey wants to tell Jay he's being unreasonable, she can't. Because he's angry and he should be. Even at her. Even if it kills her to admit it, she knows he has every right to be angry, and even ignore her. But, she would be lying if says she wishes he'd talk to her. About his feelings. About what her actions have done to make him this mad. This hurt.
The truth feels heavy against her heart, weighing on her. Her shoulders slump slightly in defeat as she realizes the harsh, bitter cold truth: She hurt him. She hid the truth from him when she could have chosen to trust him with it. She misjudged him. And she chose to follow Voight and listen to him, instead of going against him and talking to her partner, her boyfriend.
Jay's voice, cold and furious, saying, "Then kick me off it," startles her back to reality. Her breath hitches in her throat as her eyes widen, her heart beating wildly.
Please Sarge, don't. Don't do it, she begs silently.
Voight looks stone-cold as he says, gruffly, "Then go."
That's all it takes. Jay's jaw clenches, his eyes hardening further, until he just turns around. He doesn't even look at the rest of the unit as he grabs his jacket, pulling it on.
He only stops by her desk, to look at her, just once. Her mouth opens, as if she's going to say something.
Then he shakes his head. "I'll see you at home," he says.
"Jay." She stops him, her fingers curling around his wrist. "Jay. Please."
His eyes, blue-green-grey all at once, sends a wave of guilt through her. His eyes, soft for a moment, the first time he's looked at her like this since the truth came out, make her own eyes well up with tears.
She can't believe Voight kicked him off the team. Out of the unit.
"It'll always be you, Hailey," Jay simply says, softly, before gently pulling her hand off his wrist.
Her heart clenches at those words. He chose her, over the job. Just like she had.
"Jay -."
But he's gone. Down the stairs and out of sight.
Everyone is shell-shocked, quiet.
Until footsteps are heard. Everyone turns to find Trudy Platt standing there, looking disappointed.
"You kicked the one of best detectives we have out of the unit?" she demands. "That's not like you, Hank."
Hailey watches as Voight just shrugs. "It was his decision to leave, Trudy," he says, blankly.
"Right," is all Trudy says, shaking her head and turning away. "I hope you can live with that, Hank. Knowing you pushed him away."
Voight remains silent.
It's all the push Hailey needs.
"If you don't get him to come back, Sarge, then consider me gone too," Hailey says, harshly.
Voight looks at her. "Hailey..."
"I mean it," she says firmly. "He's my partner. Where he goes, I go."
Trudy looks at Voight, raising a brow at him, as if to say 'see'.
"I think you need to calm down, Hailey. Go home," is all Voight says in reply.
She bristles at his dismissive tone, at the lack of concern, or emotion. Instead of firing back at him, like she wants to, she simply grabs her jacket.
Without even looking back, she walks away. Following Jay.
And she knows she always will.
She drives around for hours. Trying to clear her head. Trying to work up the courage to go home and talk to Jay. Can she possibly convince him to come back to work? Should she? Would he even listen?
She hits her palm against the steering wheel. Of course he'll listen. He always does. Even when he's hurt, because of her, he always listens to her.
But her courage doesn't make an appearance. Not for another two hours as she drives aimlessly.
But he's trying, she thinks. He's trying to process everything, and she has to give him the credit for that. She'd be remiss if she didn't.
And he's trying for them. In a way he's still fighting for them.
So is she. And she will not stop until they work their way over this hurdle.
That is all the nudge she needs to swivel her car around and head back to their apartment – the one they bought together.
A reminder that they're together. And that neither of them is going anywhere. That there is still a hell of a lot of love between them, in spite of the obstacles and challenges.
How can she possibly know that? Just from Jay's words.
"It'll always be you Hailey."
Just as, for her, it'll always be him, she realizes. Always.
Parking her car fifteen minutes later, Hailey gets out of it, locking it behind her. She heads to their apartment, reaching for her keys, when something catches her eye and makes her freeze.
The door...The lock is broken.
Grabbing her gun from the waistband of her jeans, she slowly pushes open the forced door, and steps into the apartment.
Her heart grows cold and heavy as she takes in the sight in front of her.
Broken glass lies everywhere. There's blood everywhere.
Her breath feels short, and ragged, as she continues to survey the scene.
Something feels haunted.
Something isn't right.
"Jay?" she calls out, heading towards the bedroom slowly. She gasps as she sees something.
Jay's badge, lying beneath the bed.
Who the hell got in here? she wonders, looking towards the bathroom.
She slowly heads there, praying she'll find Jay there. But she doesn't.
Her heart clenches.
Jay – Jay has to be okay.
She grabs her phone, dialling his number.
"Please, Jay. Please pick up," she pleads under her breath.
She stops breathing the moment she hears his phone, ringing...Here, in the bathroom. Pulling aside the shower curtain, she finds his phone, cracked but working.
SHIT.
Knowing something is definitely so very wrong, she dials Hank.
"Voight," he says gruffly over the phone.
"Sarge. You need to come here. To our apartment now."
"Hailey, I can't understand what you're saying," Voight growls.
She breathes in deeply, swallowing her tears. "I think Jay's been kidnapped...He's – He's not home but his phone and badge are. I-I need to find him," she blurts out, her voice breaking.
Hank is deadly silent. Then he orders the unit to get to Hailey's and Jay's apartment.
"We're coming Hailey. Stay put," Hank commands before hanging up.
Hailey collapses in the bathroom, onto her knees, and immediately feels something wet and sticky.
She looks down, her heart squeezing. She pales when she sees it. Blood.
And somehow she just knows, its Jay's.
"Fuck!" she screams, letting out a sob. She completely breaks, the worst kind of scenarios playing over in her mind's eye.
"Jay...Please," she says, softly. "Please be okay."
When the team arrives, Hailey's composed herself again, but her eyes are red. She explains what she's discovered, all the blood and broken glass and Jay's badge as well as his phone. When they bag the evidence, that's when Hailey notices the blood on the cracked phone screen as well.
The sight makes her nauseous. Because it's Jay's blood. Which means he's hurt.
And the thought of him hurt and bleeding...It ruins her. Utterly and completely shatters her.
But it also reminds her, that she needs to work fast to find him. And to make sure that whoever hurt him pays for spilling even a drop of her man's blood.
"Whoever took Jay wants something from him," Adam comments stiffly.
Hailey's head swivels around to him, her jaw tightly clenched. "What do you mean?"
Adam holds out a folded paper. "You might want to read this. I found it under Jay's badge," he says, grimly. His eyes, cold as ever, makes her shiver.
It's bad, she realizes. If Adam is this pissed, it's bad.
With subtly shaking hands, she takes the note from him. Opening it slowly.
Her face pales. Because before she can even read the words, something else catches her attention and makes her almost collapse.
The note. It's written in Jay's blood.
She swallows her horror, and anger. Whoever the sick son of bitch is, she's going to find him and give him hell.
She forces herself to read the words, even as it makes her nauseous to see it's written with Jay's blood.
It's time the debt owed you is paid back in full, Detectives.
A life for a life.
"What's this note even talking about?" Kim asks, confused.
"Roy," Hailey says, forgetting that nobody apart from Jay and Voight actually know what she's talking about.
Kim's face blanches white, a haunted look appearing in her eyes, and Adam steadies her.
"Roy? What do you mean?" Kevin asks, also as perplexed as Kim and Adam.
Hailey sighs. "I-we-I -."
"It doesn't matter right now," Voight cuts in. "What matters is finding the son of a bitch who took Jay. What matters is finding Jay, ALIVE. Anything else can wait."
"Sarge," Adam starts but he stops the moment Voight gives him a glare.
"We're running out of time," Voight growls. "Finding Jay has to be our priority here."
Adam shuts his mouth and Kim nods, even though she still looks ready to drop.
Hailey clenches her fist, digging her nails into her palms to stop herself from speaking. Because she knows if she does, it would do more harm than good.
But then again, not speaking has also done harm – more harm than she could ever have thought possible.
Jay's paying the price – for her actions.
The first thing that Jay thinks of when he slowly comes round is Hailey. As his eyes adjust, he looks around, hoping she's not here.
A sigh of relief escapes when he sees he's alone.
Good.
If Hailey were here –
No, she's not. That's all that matters.
She's safe.
His eyes, now fully adjusted to the dark, takes in the dank, musty cell he's in. Basement cellar, he realizes.
Only then does he register, he's a little cold. And, a little tied up.
"Fuck," he says, moving, only to take in a sharp intake of breath.
His ribs – they burn.
And when he looks down, he finds that, among the black and blue bruises marring his torso, he's also been burnt. He can't exactly make out how bad it is, except for the blinding pain that radiates all over his body when he moves or even breathes.
His arms ache from being tied from the ceiling pipes.
"Well, it looks like you finally woke up," a voice says.
It's rough and dark. Sinister. Cold.
"Who the fuck are you?" Jay asks, clenching his jaw to hide the pain he's in.
"Your worst nightmare," is all the man says. "We have a lot of time to get acquainted, Detective."
Jay scoffs, but doesn't respond. There's no point.
"Don't worry. You and I will talk soon, Detective," the man chuckles darkly. "But for now, we play."