Hello all, so I am back to this wonderful fandom which has only gotten better since I was last here. This story was born out of my love for both Voight and Halstead and since I really enjoyed writing Voight had a daughter fanfic the last time I decided to do a rework of it for this story.

Now though both the main characters of this story and my other Chicago PD Story 'Bridget' have the same name but I should stress these stories are NOTHING ALIKE. It's just that the name has stuck and I seriously cannot write a Hank Voight daughter story without her name being Bridget.

This story does deal with the kidnapping of a child so please do avoid if this is in any way triggering.

This story does loosely cover episodes throughout Seasons 1-3 potentially 4 if I can plan that far ahead and depending on what you guys want. Certainly I plan to cover to up until the end of Season 3 which might have a slightly happier ending if that is the ending.

Disclaimer-Nothing here is mine.

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What Lies Buried.

Chicago PD Fanfiction: On the day she is born Hank and Camille's baby daughter Bridget is taken from the hospital hours later and never found. Years later Jay Halstead joins the Intelligence department. His next of kin? His sixteen year old sister Bridget Halstead. Seasons 1-3 loosely.

Chapter 1-Take The Lead.

In which the stage is set and the past and the present begin to collide.

17th December 1998

There is no rhyme and no reason to stories such as this. Not really. It's just chaos. Utter chaos in which all you can do is shake your head, hold your children tight and turn the channel of the TV to something more pleasant.

For the people involved it is a living nightmare…no it is a living hell.

To set the stage for this story you have to go back to 17th December 1998 at four fifty two AM when a baby is born.

By the next day it all goes to hell.

Camille had been exhausted. Mentally and physically exhausted. It had been a long labour for both of them but around midnight she had shouted at him that that was so not the right thing to say.

Actually she had said a lot more but looking back he kept that out of the story so Justin and Erin didn't think that kind of language was appropriate. Suffice to say that several nurses were impressed.

They had planned for a C-Section like with Justin but the pregnancy and the labour had been so far advanced and then suddenly the baby had stopped coming and Sharon the nurse had grinned.

"Tricky one" she said from where she'd been at Camille's side alongside Hank. "But that's ok…just mean's she doesn't want to be disturbed yet"

Yeah this time they knew what they were having.

It was a girl.

Eventually though after nearly another five hours of labour when the doctors had been shooting his wife worried looks that did nothing to help either one of them with their temper or the labour process Camille let out a scream that would have shattered glass if there was any nearby, Hank could have swore one finger in his hand broke and there was a slithering sound as the baby girl, as their baby girl entered the world.

Camille collapsed back onto the bed and there was a moment where it was just the two of them before he realised what was missing.

He realised what was going on the second his wife did and if her grip on his hand had been tight before now it was nothing short of lethal.

"Hank" Camille had said turning to him. He dimly noted that her hair was sticking to her face and that her legs were still up in the air and there was mess all over the bed and her eyes were dark and wide in her white face and yet somehow she had never been more beautiful.

"Hank!" she shouted and it forced him back to reality looking down at his wife who was watching him with those wide dark eyes filling rapidly with tears.

"She's not crying" Camille said. "Hank she's not crying"

And she wasn't.

This miracle baby girl that they had, the one thing after Justin they had wanted but had never thought they would be allowed to have. Their baby.

And she wasn't crying.

He looked around desperate for something to do. He was used to doing things and in this moment when his baby girl was in danger he could do nothing, nothing but clutch at his wife's hand and watch as a swarm of blue scrubbed nurses gathered around the baby that would still not cry.

And suddenly he found himself praying.

Please, he found himself saying to whomever or whatever was beyond this life, Please don't let me lose my daughter. Please.

And then suddenly just as he was about to open his mouth to ask—or to scream—there was a thin and weedy cry that grew to a long wail that was honestly the most beautiful sound that Hank Voight had ever heard in his life.

And suddenly it was like he could breathe again.

Sharon the nurse had turned them grinning. "Hey" she said smiling. "I heard you had something to wrap this little girl in?"

"Yes" Camille said prodding him in the arm. "Hank get it for me in the bag"

He passed it over. It was one of those expensive baby blankets the kind that Camille had been looking at for a long time and the kind that Justin had clued him into after a hot chocolate and an internet search history. She had been thrilled when he had presented it to her complete with the name of their baby (after months of deciding) embroidered into it and had then, in the contradictory way of their marriage, berated him over the cost (despite the fact that there was sixty grand and counting in their safe at home in the basement). It was a soft darkish blue with the baby name embroidered in white. The edge of the blanket was done in dark blue silk and it though they had known in advance that the baby was a girl it had been his son who had pointed out that blue was a better colour than pink.

"It's not like girls are using pink now" he said from where he'd been practising his math work at the table. "So many girls wear blue now. It's all about gender…something…anyway we learnt about it in school. It's real important."

And coming from an six year old that was rather impressive even if Hank did think Justin was a chip off the old block—insert the eye roll from his wife.

And so the dark blue blanket with the white name lined in silk was what he handed to Sharon.

It was clear as day to see what the name was.

Bridget.

They hadn't come up with a middle name. They'd thought they'd had all the time in the world to think of a middle name. It was so simple. A middle name. Something that would just be added to the birth certificate on a random day when they'd bought their baby girl home.

(They hadn't even got that far)

Sharon had handed the baby to them…to him…wrapped up in that baby blanket and Hank had taken her in his arms and looked at his baby daughter who had mercifully stopped crying and was looking at him.

She had a smattering of dark hair that was curling on the top of her head (the exact same that his wife had) and dark brown eyes that stared at him through lashes. Tiny fingers came over the edge of the blanket and baby Bridget stared at him with eyes that he could have sworn in that moment understood him in ways that nobody else understood.

He was completely and utterly in love with her.

"Hey sweetheart" he said peering down at the baby who looked so utterly irritated (and there really was no better word for it) at having her peaceful rest inside her Momma's tummy rudely interrupted by the whole coming to live process.

The baby watched him with those brown eyes and Hank grinned.

"Look" he said and he put the baby against Camille's chest and his wife stared down with that look of wonder and honestly the world could have irrupted into flames and chaos and he wouldn't have noticed. Justin was at Meredith's and Al's for the night but tomorrow he would go and wake his son and tell him that his baby sister had been born.

(Only he wouldn't but he wouldn't know that yet)

"Oh Hank" Camille had said her eyes shining. "We did it"

"No" he said because other than a champagne anniversary breakfast that had turned into them acting as if they were teenagers again (including a memorable experience in the car which he was sure had thrown his knee out for the week afterwards) he'd had very little to do with this—as Camille delighted to tell him when she'd been intimately friendly with their bathroom toilet at all hours of the day)

"No darling this was all you"

Camille had looked at him then that same blazing look she had given him on the day they had first met and Hank had been looking back when the little hand came out and a fat fist came into view.

"I know" he murmured to the baby. "I know Bridge, I know, I'm paying attention"

He waited for the rebuke that he knew would inevitably come—Camille had despised the very idea of a nickname and whenever he had addressed his girl in his wife's belly as Bridge she'd shoot him a look that could kill a lesser man and whenever Al was around would send him into giggles over whatever red wine he had pilfered from his wine rack (the swine). However nothing came.

And then suddenly all hell was breaking loose.

Camille was seizing and before he knew what was going on or could even open his mouth to ask what was going on he was being shoved outside the room the baby still in his arms.

"Here" came a voice and he turned to see a male nurse holding out his hands.

"What?" he asked rather stupidly.

"Your wife is seizing due to a complication from childbirth, your daughter didn't breathe for a whole minute after her birth. We've got to get her upstairs and make sure there's nothing going on with her lungs"

Considering the baby was screaming as much as the medical staff were Hank didn't think there was anything to worry about.

"Go be with your wife" the male nurse said again. "Seriously Detective I've got it from here. She'll be fine. I'll come and find you as soon as the scans are clear. We just need to double check."

The machines started bleeping then and suddenly he was pushed aside as he watched the crash cart enter the room and he knew that suddenly he was in his worst nightmare.

She was dying.

Bridget now mercifully quiet was taken out of his hands and he saw them shock his wife twice before her heart was going and each time felt like an eternity where he wanted to scream so desperately and yet nothing was coming out.

He couldn't do it if she wasn't here with it. Hank was sure of many things and this was the one thing that was set in stone. He could not raise two children (and one a newborn at that) if his wife was not here with him. He didn't have it in him to get up every morning if he lost her and go through the motions of playing happy families when there were milestones after milestones that she would miss of their children's lives.

Justin and Bridget needed a mother. And he…he just needed her.

Eventually Sharon came back her face set.

"She's lost a lot of blood due to a post birth haemorrhage so were going to take her up to surgery and the bleed needs to be stopped. We've got some of the best surgeons in the city here Hank and I'll come and get you as soon as I know anything."

"And my baby?"

"Baby?"

"One of your nurses took her for a scan, said she needed her lungs checked out after not breathing for a minute"

Sharon nodded though she looked a little surprised. "I'll go and check on her. Do you remember the nurses name?"

"No"

Actually looking back he didn't…it had all gone on so fast he wasn't even sure what he looked like. One might his daughter might have been dying and the next his wife and now he wasn't sure of anything other than the fact that the ground he was standing on was solid and he really, really needed to call his friend.

"I'll go find him anyway. We don't have too many male nurses here…mores the pity if you ask me but I'll go and find out. You wait here and grab yourself some coffee"

He didn't grab himself some coffee and despite the fact that he wanted to he didn't call Al just yet. If he heard this news, that his wife was dead then he wanted to hear it by himself. To have a second to break in private before Al arrived though for Al it made no difference. But Lexi was a newborn and sleep was desperately needed for them as much as he desperately needed to be alone.

The surgeon came back before Sharon did.

"Detective" he said and Hank tried very hard not to stare at the blood that seemed to be on his scrubs and wondered for a tenth of a second if he was going to enter his worst nightmare.

"She's did wonderfully."

Hank's knees turned to water but mercifully he kept standing.

"We've stopped the bleeding and sown up what was tore but…but I have to impress upon you that any future pregnancies would be extremely difficult."

Hank nodded. To be honest he wasn't sure if that was a conversation Camille and he needed to have. Bridget had been an accident neither one of them had planned for and the pregnancy hadn't been the smoothest even without whatever this was.

"When can I see her?"

"Soon. I'm gonna put her in the ward and then your daughter can join us when were sure post op infections aren't a risk. She should be awake in a couple of hours once the anaesthesia wears off"

Breathing through his nose he shook the doc's hand and then dropped back into a chair rubbing his hand over his face.

He had a daughter.

And Camille was going to live.

And suddenly he couldn't stop himself smiling.

He took out his phone to call Al—sleeping or not sleeping he was going to get up for this one—when the elevator's doors opened and Sharon came out this time with a man dressed in a suit and a security guard and the detective part of his told him with a swoop of foreboding that this was not a medical problem they were coming to him about.

His brain however was still all over the show and he thought perhaps grasping at straws that maybe there had been an assault or an attack or a gang shooting coming in and he was needed.

It wasn't that.

"Hank, this is Michael Winters are head of security and Peter Matthews, he's head of Patient and Medical Services we've err…we've got a problem"

"Oh?"

"You said you gave your daughter over to a male nurse in scrubs? Do you remember what colour?"

"Yeah, light green scrubs why?"

Both of the men shared a look and Hank felt something like panic but amplified a hundred times over bubble up in his stomach.

"Why?"

It was down to Sharon to tell him and Hank who appreciated the irony as much as the next person felt a steady sense of rising panic.

"We…we've checked the nurses station and we can't find him, so we checked the nursery and your daughter's not there. Actually we can find no one who saw them. Were not sure what happened but Hank, your baby didn't make it to the PICU floor. She…she's vanished."

For a moment he saw her but didn't hear her. Actually looking back he wasn't sure how long he stood there looking down at her face and willing, praying, begging for this to be some sick joke.

Because this had to be a sick, sick joke. Right? He was Hank Voight and this was a hospital. People did not just walk into hospitals and take babies out of their father's arms and disappear with them surely? More to the point he, Detective Hank Voight of the Chicago Police Department had not just let his baby be taken right out of his arms by a complete stranger?

But he had hadn't he?

Oh god he had hadn't he?

"—ank, Hank. Hank!"

That was Sharon and he forced himself back to look at her. Her face was utterly terrified and he wondered just what was on his expression for her to be looking at him like that.

"We're going to initiate a code pink but I have to tell you Hank—" here she dropped her voice so that it was a whisper and the two gentlemen who were supposed to be running the shit show that was this place and were instead having a conversation as if he didn't exist.

"I have to tell you that this guys got about four hours head start on you. And they won't call the police until they've searched the entire hospital and that's another hour and a half before that's done properly. If you have someone who can command this place who owes you a favour…"

He understood her meaning even through his brain that felt almost beyond besieged by all these events and despite it all he needed and appreciated the honestly. For years to come he would appreciate the honestly that she gave him in that moment.

He nodded, swallowed and then finally called Al.

"Lo?"

"It's Hank"

"You a dad yet?"

"I need you to call in every favour we've got. Everything on the street and in the department. Everything"

"Why?"

Al's tone had sharpened somewhat and Hank wondered if he knew what was coming.

"Is it Cam?"

"No…it's…it's…"

God why was it so hard to say? He needed to be a Detective in this moment and being a Detective in this moment meant saying the words was what was going to get his daughter back to him.

"Hank!"

"She's…Bridget…I…"

"Oh Christ has something happened? Has…God it's not…she's not de—"

"Someone took her Al"

"What?"

"I, Camille was having a seizure and they kicked me out of the room and then someone was there telling me she needed a scan because she wasn't breathing after she was born and then I don't know I just…Camille's heart stopped and Bridget was taken out of my arms and I thought she went up to the PICU Al but then they've told me that she's not there. They think someone's took her"

Al was silent for exactly ten seconds and then when he spoke again his voice was sharp. Hank knew his friend had snapped directly into Detective mode.

"Have they locked down the hospital?"

"They say they have but he's got about four hours head start and one of the nurses told me they won't call PD until they've checked the hospital and that's another hour and a half if we're lucky and—and—Camille doesn't know and—"

"Alright Hank" and Al's voice was oddly gentle now. It was the way he spoke to the families of the victims Hank realised and it made him feel all hot and sick and shivery because…because…that would mean that…

And yet he still could not believe it. Still could not say it.

"Alright I'm on my way, I'm gonna call Fisher and see what we can do. And we'll find her. Chances are he's not left the hospital and even if he has then we've got CTV and the entire PD department on standby. We'll get Bridget back. Just stay where you are and don't do anything rash. Ok. Promise me that"

He could feel that silent scream build up within him but he promised all the same.

She'd had tiny fingernails, the tiniest perfect fingernails.

It was the last time that they had ever seen Bridget Voight alive.

Until…

October 19th 2014

He'd always known his sister was adopted (even without his father's outburst at their mother's funeral) but even if he hadn't Jay knew that he and his sister were not related because seriously she was driving him up the wall.

Firstly it was the constant lie ins sometimes until noon and seriously had you ever heard of a body staying asleep until noon if there wasn't a serious amount of heavy drinking or overtime involved?

Then there was the food—like Jay cared weather or not his eggs were organic. He'd been in the Army if the food was hot and he could eat it then he was gone. Living with Bridget came with a shopping list, a meal plan and different kind of vegetables that he had never heard off before (like he knew what to do with asparagus?)

But this…this was taking the cake even for Bridge.

"Bridge!"

"God must you yell?" came a voice and though it was seven thirty and he was all dressed for work his sister came out in her pyjama's looking as if she hadn't slept for days (a barefaced lie) and looking very much as if she wanted to slink back into the warmth of her bed.

"Yes, yes I must. Why aren't you in school? Or getting dressed for school?"

"Because" said Bridget with an eyeroll. "It's a teacher workday. I got the letter last week and I told you last night and I left you a note in the bathroom this morning"

"Yeah well I need more than hints"

"What did I do this time?"

"Milk" Jay said shaking the empty carton. "I have told you not to put back the empty carton into the fridge if it's empty"

"Sorry" Bridget said not looking very sorry in his opinion. "But you know how it was with Dad. You put the empties back in the fridge so he knows when he needs to get more."

"You've been living her for two months that excuse is getting old"

"So are the takeout menus? Have you ever through about something other than Chinese? Hey you wanna—"

"If you finish that question with Sushi I will drop you back off at Pat's today"

Bridget grinned at him and though he tried to keep up the stance of the annoyed older brother Jay couldn't help but grin back.

Bridget had come to stay with him when it was clear (even to Will halfway around the world) that if she stayed with their father any longer one of them would end up in cuffs and the other in the garden. His sister had a temper that could send even the most dominant a man to the corner to cry and his father didn't gel right with his daughter whatsoever.

Jay supposed it had something to do with the adoption.

He had been six when Bridget had been brought home. His Dad had brought her home in some blue silk blanket that he knew his sister kept somewhere in that mess that was her bedroom (under the bed in a box that he and Will were not allowed to touch…ever…)and she'd been a part of the Halstead household ever since. Bridget had never known who her biological parents were and if Pat Halstead was asked (which was rare) all he would say was that he'd found Bridget abandoned by the side of the road like trash.

Considering his Mom had, had two miscarriages since Jay and had never been able to conceive again it had seemed like a balm to their marriage and Jay and Will had both loved their baby sister and though life in the Halstead house was not ideal they stuck together the Halstead siblings through thick and thin, regardless.

Jay had offered to help especially since he'd gotten his gold shield but so far his sister had not taken him up on the offer something which on dark nights he was kinda relived about. He wasn't sure he was ready for the carnage that would happen when Bridget went looking for the family that had never wanted her.

"You know what they say about a healthy diet—"

"Bridge it's raw fish…raw fish…not happening. They didn't even feed us that when we were overseas"

Bridget opened her mouth and then a yawn promptly came out of it. Instead she went for the tea. That was another thing that was distinctly not a Halstead family trait. They lived and died by their coffee pot. Hell when Jay went to war coffee was included in his parcels from home and he was pretty sure Will would go for his expresso machine before his phone if his house was broken into and it would not be to use as a weapon. Bridget drank tea. And fancy tea. The tea that for six Christmas's Will and Jay had gone to fancy tea shops and got in packets with names that were virtually unpronounceable.

There were other things as well, Will had been a carbon copy of his mother with her red hair and that whole caring personality and though Jay hated to admit it in looks he had favoured his father. Bridget with her shock of black messy hair (cut to her shoulders this time) and dark eyes looked like neither of them. His sister had a pointed chin and a heart shaped face. They didn't look anything alike.

"But that doesn't change the fact that were family" their Mom would say when the cancer was at the end. "Will, Jay and Bridget are all my family. And Bridget coming into our family was one of the best things that happened to us"

"So I have work today"

"Figured. You with that hot detective again? Your wearing that blue shirt Mom says use to make your eyes sparkle. Also it's way to tight. Sickeningly too tight."

"It is not…and it does not make my eyes sparkle!"

"Sure it doesn't" Bridget deadpanned. Jay counted to ten in his head.

"You know there was the option of re-adoption with you, you know?"

She shot him a look and Jay resisted the urge to stick out his tongue.

"If your not gonna be back for dinner let me know" she said grabbing the now boiled hot water. "And stay safe?"

"Always do baby sister" he kissed her head on the way out to work.

Intelligence was a great unit. They were still figuring things out and on a day like today it felt more and more like this would be the thing that defined them. Jules was dead.

Jay had met the woman a couple of times socially and then got to know her more as he joined the department. She'd been nice and he was struck by the thought that there were two children without a mother now and he knew what that felt like intimately.

It was only after Antonio's son got taken right outside his home that he made the decision to call his sister.

She picked up on the first ring.

"Hello?"

"Hey it's me."

"Oh Hi Jay remember me? Your baby sister? You know the one who spent the morning panicking because a Chicago PD Detective was confirmed dead and you didn't call!"

Jay pulled the phone away as the angry tone became a screech. It was so loud that Adam turned around in alarm. Christ his sister could yell.

"Thanks for that Bridge"

"Seriously do you not get the whole call me thing!"

"If I was dead someone would have come and got you"

"Well that's a relief. I might not have known it was your funeral until the day you were buried otherwise"

Jay resisted the urge to laugh.

"Bridget. Shut it ok. Not in the mood look can you stay in tonight? Or go to Pat's?"

"Why?"

"Because…someone kidnapped the son of my colleagues and it would be best if you went to Dad's and sat with him and his shotgun"

"Oh Christ Jay I'd rather take my chances with the serial kidnapper"

"Bridget"

"Invite her here"

That was Erin and Jay actually dropped his phone onto the desk in surprise because he must have clearly misheard because there was no way that Erin wanted his sister, his dangerously sarcastic fifteen year old sister in a room so fraught with tension?

"She's family Jay" was all Erin said with a smile. "We protect family. Always. Besides. I kinda wanna meet the other woman in your life. And at least your know Pulpo won't get at her."

Jay shot a look at Voight's mercifully empty office but Erin was already shrugging on her jacket.

"Come on" she said with an eye roll that only she could pull off.

"He won't mind"

Jay picked the phone.

"I'm coming to pick you up. Your going to come with me and I'm going to make sure your safe."

"My hero"

"Bridget"

"Should I prepare for a long night? How good looking are your fellow cops Jay because this kidnapper might have to wait if I need to apply eyeliner and find my push up bra"

Erin's laugher was so loud she startled Platt (something which Jay didn't think a bomb could do) and despite it all he found he was grinning himself.

Fucking Bridget.

Antonio was in the room with his family, there was something resembling a plan in place if Antonio got off his moral high ground and Hank reckoned he had enough time to see if any leads had come in.

He walked up the steps to his bullpen to see it mostly quiet apart from a girl who he had never seen before sat at Jay's desk with her feet up on it reading what looked like the case file that someone (and he was going to kill whoever it was) had left lying around.

"Hello"

The girl looked up and Hank felt himself fight back a recoil. It wasn't her fault but there were times when he missed his wife intensely and this was one of them. One cop dead, one with his family torn in two, his own son in prison and now a girl who was watching him with a look of polite interest that mirrored Camille's when she had met someone from the Ivory Tower.

"Hi"

She turned back to her book and Hank felt slightly mystified.

"I'm Sergeant Hank Voight"

"Good for you"

Seriously? It was like Erin all over again. Hank didn't have any patience then for teenage sarcasm and he didn't have any patience for it now.

"This is my Unit. I work here. And you do not"

The girl put down the case file and slid her feet of the desk.

"No thank God. I don't think I have the stomach for it. Though it does make good reading. I'm just here until my brother gets back and you know…you catch the guy."

"Okay—" mentally he did a quick calculation in his head. This girl was definitely not related to Antonio or Kevin and he'd know if Bob Ruzek had, had anymore children so that left…

"Your Jay's sister"

It was not a question.

"Can see why they pay you the big bucks" she stuck a hand out with dark red nails. "Name's Bridget. Bridget Halstead"

The pain was dimmed now. It never went away, the memory of that little dark haired baby looking up at him with so much trust in her eyes but he had learnt to manage it. He had learnt a long time ago that every dark haired toddler, pre-teen, teenager called Bridget was not his daughter but the throbbing around his heart still made him groan some nights into the privacy of his pillow. He swallowed convulsively and realised that she was still looking at him, questioning his sanity no doubt.

"Hank Voight"

He took her hand and shook it and she leaned forwards staring at the board.

"So are you any close to finding him? Antonio's son?"

"No"

"Damn. I imagine it's gotta be one of the worst feelings in the world. The not knowing"

Hank swallowed feeling the pain increase somewhat.

"You have no idea" he said darkly.

They'd never found his Bridget.

Not a trace.

Nothing.

There was the sound of running footsteps and then Jay came up the stairs.

"Hey Bridge, oh hey Sarge, look I know I should have asked but with Antonio's son missing I just thought…"

"It's ok" he said turning back to the privacy of his office. Cases like this always caught him on the raw. He hated it when it was kids and a teenager that could have been his kid was making it worse.

Al came up the stairs then Ruzek, Burgess and Atwater behind him and Bridget Halstead gave a low whistle that made him turn around.

"Damn Sarge" Oh good that was now going to stick. "Jay didn't say you were hiring on looks alone"

Jay Halstead gave a groan. Adam looked confused and Atwater snorted. Burgess just looked impressed. Introductions were made and Al caught his eye but Hank shrugged. He had promised…well…he had promised.

"Of course we go for looks alone" Al said stomping to his desk. "Why do you think they hired me"

Everyone stared at him and Bridget Halstead let out a grin.

"Radical" she said looking at Al with interest.

Hank had no idea what that meant, he caught Jay's eye and his subordinate just shrugged.

He stomped back to his office.

"Hey is that your boss then?" he heard Bridget Halstead say through the open door.

"Yeah and what the hell are you doing reading the case fi—"

"Miserable fucker isn't he?"

There was a choking sound that Hank knew was Al trying hard not to laugh despite the horrible situation they were in and when he stomped out to his office Erin's hands were over her mouth her eyes on her paperwork. Jay Halstead looked like he was going to the gallows, Adam, Kevin and Kim were all deeply engrossed in a case file and Bridget Halstead met his eyes with no fear whatsoever.

Damn. He was going to end up liking her he knew.

"Get back to work" he said and as they all snapped to attention—Jay kicking his sister out of his chair he saw Bridget smile and felt another pang of pain that he knew had nothing to do with Antonio coming up the stairs wearing the same look that he knew he had worn at some point every day for the last fifteen years.

And there you go, let me know what you think. My plan is to have the second chapter of this story follow this one so stay tuned.

In 1998, Pat Halstead is driven to the extremes and makes a decision that will ruin several lives. In 2014, Jay and Bridget deal with presence of Lonnie Rodiger in their lives as her birthday approaches and unbeknown to all, Hank writes a very special card.