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Letting the credits: we were inspired by Hailey's quotes at some point in the chapter - it's easily identified. And, talking about Upstead, THEY ARE ENGAGED (sorry for the spoilers but it's sensational!)

So here we are with chapter 7! Enjoy it!

Previously on chapter 6…

"Hailey, Natalie, and Maggie are waiting for you downstairs." She thanks her and makes her way downstairs to the doctor and the nurse waiting outside the building. "Hey, how are you holding on?"

"We're trying, and you?" A nod is the only answer. "Anyways, how's the investigation going?"

"Natalie, I know it's hard but you have to comprehend that I can't share details about an ongoing investigation. It's against rules and ethics."

"I know, I'm just here to see if you have an advance. Seems not, right?" They were so distracted talking that they didn't see a person approaching from behind, putting a desperate hand on Natalie's shoulder until she, desperate for the scary, turned around and shouted out for help.

Soundly street noises invade his ears. Junkie food, alcohol, and trash's smell invade his nose. He opens his eyes and regrets it. His vision is blurry, metal structures covering the cool cemented building's sides, a large green shape behind, and the sunlight at its maximum increases exponentially his headache. He is lying on his back on the hard and gravel stony ground. Chloroform remains in his nose and mouth. Dizzy. Dehydrated. Malnourished. His last memory is Josh saying goodbye forever to him and his brother after he told Jay the truth. He messed up the deal! He was set free. Holy shit! With a jump, he sits down and everything in his surroundings earns significance. The giant green form is those recycled trash cans, one in a line of seven. The many metal structures are retractable stairs. Approximately two meters to his left and five to his right have streets, the frantic energy of well-outfitted people shows signs from the typical center. He was abandoned in an unknown alley in the middle of the city center, lacking the right location or how to search for help. For him. For Jay.

Jay. How suddenly he turned off the real him after the unique visitors to his cell and the failed escape attempt frightened him. The desperation and fear in his confused drugged eyes were as psychologically painful as suffering physically. As painful as seeing twice his rape, one from a video; the other, live and in colors. As painful as seeing him not recognize his only brother, his family. It's unforgettable. Jay isn't the same, he will never be the same, he is changed, alone, defenseless, vulnerable, naked, high drugged, wrongly believing he is in love with none other than a miserable hallucinate manipulator psychopath. Despite his wish to curse the world, specifically himself and Josh, and cry his eyes out again for Jay and his lack of hope, he is outside the captive and their only chance of salvation. No one knows where he is. He is on his own. Jay counts on him. He can do it. He has to. Taking a deep breath, he turns the right on the right street and keeps walking. Sometime later (past 30 minutes but he doesn't know), Will is exhausted. Since he woke up, he hasn't checked his vanity in the mirror. Nevertheless, he doesn't have to see his appearance to know he is more likely an addict stumbling on his feet than a doctor if the hatred's looks, judging or ignoring him from head to toes is something to consider. No kind soul to help him. No strength, resilience, courage to keep going. Until something blessedly familiar appeared.

The wine building of District 21.

He rubbed his eyes. Was it a mirage? No.

A few more steps away are his salvation. Are Jay's salvation. He can do it. He has to.

Reciting those words and counting each of the 200 steps to distract from his exhaustion and sore muscles, he finds himself facing the district front entrance. Where, right before his eyes crossing the street, Hailey, Maggie, and Natalie are talking on the stairs. He was safe. Forgetting all the basic rules to cross a street, hastily he did it, hastily and desperately he touches Natalie's shoulder and hears her scream.

"Will? God, you're alive! Call an ambulance! Stay with me! Where is Jay?"

"Nat…he…raped…him" After those murmurs words, he faints.

A week has passed since Will's return. For the first 4 days, he only opened his eyes, screamed his brother's name, and returned to sleep sobbing and sedated. The closest to him, Natalie and Connor, watched patiently by his bedside. Sharon also visited, reassuring him his work isn't in danger and everyone was there for him. It wasn't until the fifth day that he was cohesive and alert to talk to Manning. When asked about Jay, he couldn't get a word out except a sob. What happened will never be forgotten. Josh provoked him and he reacted as any big brother would. He witnessed his rape. Now he left Jay with the madman and they would be leaving soon. Drowsiness, fatigue, and slurred speech indicate that the abducted policeman is not aware of what is happening to him. Constant headaches and vomiting leading to weakness and significant weight loss were symptoms of substance abuse. He wondered how often Jay had been drugged. The injection mark on the neck was visible, red, and slightly puffy. Unfortunately, due to vomiting, he was getting thinner, despite being fed and drugged hydrated regularly. It was scary to think about what was going on in the shower… He also had the impression the dildo rarely came out of his brother. The only mystery is how many times per day his poor brother was unknowingly raped. He is disturbed by a knock on the door.

"Will?" Hailey and Voight. He greets both with a small nod. "How are you holding on? Can we talk?"

He doesn't answer, just shrugs. "I'm afraid I'm not going to be much helpful. I don't know where we've been, definitely in Chicago."

"Can you tell what you remember? Every piece of information at the moment is useful, description, name, special signs. Maybe you noticed something that could lead us to the kidnapper." With great hesitation, he starts.

"From the kidnap itself, I don't remember anything. I was too sleepy for the 24-hour shift I had and for drinking at Molly's with Jay and the guys while watching NHL. As soon as we got home, Jay went straight to the bathroom to take a bath and me to the bedroom. He might have caught me on the bed indeed sleeping. I woke up laying on a bed in a basement, there was food on a table in the corner and another empty bed, clearly, Jay's because I heard him trying to wake me up and it was obvious that someone had lied on it. I ate something and fell asleep right after. I woke up again, promising to not eat anymore because the food was drugged… I don't know how long it was when the door opened, the bastard ushered Jay in. His hair was wet, and his clothes were different from his usual. The kidnapper was tender, kissed his cheek, warned of some 'deal', chained his ankle to the table, and left. I don't know how, but Jay broke free, devised a plan to escape, but we failed: first, he drugged Jay, then me. Then I woke up on my bed, alone in the basement. Jay wasn't there again."

"Do you remember what the kidnapper looked like?"

"White man, 30-35 years old, my height, brown hair, brown eyes, muscular. He was wearing blue jeans and a shirt under a brown vest" It sounds familiar to Hailey.

"Is that him?" Hailey asks, after sharing a suspicious look to her boss, showing the suspect man's drawing.

"It's him. He introduced himself as Josh. How do you know him? Do you know his full name?"

"I saw him talking to Natalie. He was suspicious; too interested in why Natalie was upset, comforting her, but he wasn't sincere with her, so I memorized as many details as possible."

"We are going to talk to our CIs, maybe they know him, or someone who knows," Voight indirectly orders, noticing Hailey's mad posture in letting him go off the kidnapper in front of her nose and Will's thinking this man near Natalie. "How did he treat you? Has he revealed his intentions? Has he hurt Jay?"

"He hated me. Seemed he just wanted me alive at Jay's request. He regularly brought food and water sufficiently to keep me alive but I didn't eat, this drove him crazy. Yes, he told me what he is planning. He came and offered a deal: I was supposed to obediently be his friend and Jay's doctor to look after him because he wasn't fine but if I told him the real situation, I would never see him again. One day he forcibly made me eat with him and he told me his plans. He obsessively loves Jay and was planning a wedding between the two. I shoved him away, so he threatened me again that I wouldn't see Jay again if I didn't calm down. Yes, he hurt my brother. Still in the basement, he brought a sick film to, as in his concept, keep me entertained. It had Jay on the video…I watched it with great fear. It was torture. Once upstairs, I heard it happening again and right in front of me." Will had to stop for a moment, the tears wanted to run down. "This last time I checked on him, Jay was changed, he was laying on a bed under a blanket covering his whole body, high on drugs, he didn't recognize me, he had bags under his eyes, protruding ribs, and complained of headaches, dizziness, vomiting. He praised Josh though, saying that if it weren't for him, he would have felt worse. I tried, I swear I tried to contain myself but after seeing what I saw presently, I told Jay the truth. About Josh, my real identity, and mentioned you two. He didn't believe me, was terrified, pleading to stay back, fearing I was going to hurt him when Josh knocked me out with chloroform. The rest everyone knows: I woke up far from here and walked purposelessly to the 21." He is holding back tears. Surely Josh continues drugging, harassing, raping. Hank had a word circling in his head based on the testimonial about what the bastard had done to his detective… he knows Hailey has the same feeling… but none wanted to say it aloud...

"What you said to Natalie, is it true? Did he… rape Jay?" The old man choked out. Will no longer had the strength to speak, he nodded and buried himself in the sheets away from their sights. He doesn't even record their hurried departure, both crying.

District 21

"How do you want to roll this, Sarge? It won't be me who will tell the team about Jay." Parking and turning off his car at his spot, Hank turns to Hailey. During all the travel back to the district, they kept silent; he looked at the traffic but not paying attention to it while Upton looked to the sky from the window seat, quietly sobbing and repeating 'Jay'. Either he knows what he should do. Tell the team, the right, and appropriate action but how? How can he be such a cold-hearted leader and deliver this shock to them? It's been a long time since he saw Jay as just his detective, his subordinate. It's his non-biological son who didn't die by a shot or went to the FBI, the oldest in the unit that one day will be his, the team's honest, loyal, courage and moral compass. So, he understands Hailey's reasons and, like him, no, it isn't because of her long partnership and long friendship with Jay manifesting, it's love.

"Neither do I want to but I will tell them. It's my obligation as a leader. You decide if you want to stay there or be outside." He says genuinely, already suspicious of the answer. With a sigh, her red devastating blue eyes stare at him.

"You heard Will. Jay has changed. He didn't remember himself, his job, his team, you, me...Will. He didn't recognize his brother. Josh, or whoever this man is, is drugging him...is raping him." She whispers the last phrase. "Months ago, I hung out with Adam. I was a newbie here so he told everyone's stories and, in particular, Jay's got my attention. He told about his military background and Bembenek and Keyes' cases and we saw his PTSD playing out after Erin's departure, the little girl's incident, and Luis' case, and the deep hole he dug with Camille." She sighs and controls her tears down. "I know he's strong and capable of dealing with himself but...how much does it take before he completely breaks down? He's high drugged, that is why he isn't fighting back, but what if the effect passes and he gets knowledge of what has happened? What if he tries something terrible thinking we walked out of him? What if the man drugs him more and he overdoses? What if we don't rescue him? What if…" she is about to complete when he interrupts her.

"You really love him, am I right?" She is about to retort negatively but he continues. "Don't even answer no because it's a lie. It's been a long time since you saw him as your partner, it's noticeable. It's reciprocated by him. It's been a long time since I saw him as a subordinate, he is a son to me. For the whole team, he is someone other than a colleague. And I thought about every possible scenario too, including the same as you. I'm scared thinking of this happening with Jay. It's a waste of time to focus on the future and unpredictable possibilities when we can prevent it from happening in the present." He slightly squeezes her arm to support her. "We are finding him. We are helping him recover. Ok?" She instantly nods her head and takes the car belt out.

"I can't be there while you talk to the team. I'm out there to make some calls to CIs to try and identify this Josh guy. Excuse me." She says while closing the door heavily and hurriedly walks out the parking lot, phone in one hand and cleaning her face with the other. He watches as she disappears in the corner to rest his head in the car seat, closing his eyes for a second, wondering what the hell he should do. He already had to notify the victim's family about deaths, disappearances, and attacks. It's painful as hell. He already notified the team about the cops' death and it drives him insane. Never crosses his mind to inform his subordinates, his family, that one of them has been brutally and cowardly assault. Never crosses his mind that someone near him would ever get attacked in this way. He doesn't want to and doesn't know how to tell them but he also knows it's appropriate to the development of the case. Questions will be asked and he and Hailey are the only ones who have the painful answers. Hailey is out. He comprehends why. Left for him. Calming his breath, he walks out of his car and enters the district, not greeting anyone on his way until the bullpen.

"Sarge? How is Will? What does he remember?" Burgess asks.

"He is physically recovering." He simply says for his subordinates and the other Sergeant, all suspicious of something more is hidden.

"Where is Hailey?" Al asks.

"Lock the doors." He orders while positioning himself on his door. "For now, this conversation mustn't be out of this room, am I understood?" Nods. "As the images show, they entered the apartment, Jay went to the bathroom and Will to the bedroom. He was caught while sleeping. Hours later he woke up in a basement alone, ate, passed out, woke again, and stayed until the kidnapper returned, bringing a newly bathed Jay. The kidnapper was tender, kissed his cheek, warned of a 'deal', chained his ankle to a table, and left. Jay managed to break free to come up with a plan unsuccessfully; both were knocked out. After a few days, the kidnapper named himself Josh, made Will see a film, told him about his plan with Jay, and offered a deal: he has to take care of Jay but never say a word about the identity or the situation. He accepted immediately. The two times Will was able to see Jay seems the kid was badly deteriorating, weak, vulnerable, extremely unhealthily thin, high drugged, he doesn't remember any of us, including Will, even the real himself so Will couldn't contain himself and told everything to him and because of this, he was set free." He stops for a moment to let the team absorb the information. "The kidnapper is obsessively in love with Jay; is manipulating Jay to believe he loves him too, helping him in every situation like eating or taking a bath, saying they are getting married and are becoming a happy family very soon… I don't know how to say this in any other way… He is constantly raping Jay." Kevin and Adam lose their ground and sit down on the chair behind them, hands in the face and murmuring some curses while Trudy and Kim hug each other while Alvin focuses his angry eyes on his frame, they know what each other is thinking, followed by a surprised and worried one hearing the new voice on the precinct.

"His name is Josh Delacroix, 31 years old," Hailey says at the top of the stairs, shocked when everyone turns their heads to her. She knows right away Hank has already told them about their sick discovery. Her red blue eyes and her usual determined posture and powerful voice are replaced by uncomfortable, indecisive, not confident, unpowered, and lower ones. "A CI of mine recognized him; he is an autonomous photographer."

"Hailey, is he the man you and Natalie saw in the park?" Adam turns his computer to show the face and receive a positive nod in exchange. "We found our guy. He doesn't have any major criminal record, just two fines a year ago for high speed. He drives a black SUV similar to the one in the CCTV near the boy's apartment." Adam says pointing to the pictures on the board. "He lives in a loft at 80 Joliet street." He says, checking the computer. "Sending the address "

"Call the patrol. Everyone gears up. I want every cop available and a perimeter near that house. We are getting Jay back right here right now, am I clear?" They even didn't respond, already making their way downstairs to vest appropriately, Hailey leading the way. Before doing the same, he stopped at Jay's desk, picking a photo of them entirely but his eyes just were seeing the former Ranger. We are close, kid! Hang on there, please!

Jay's POV

I have been having nightmares all night. Alternately I see my fiance put the cloth to the doctor's mouth, he quickly falls asleep and is carried out, or I see the bar and the same faceless tall red-headed man sharing a beer. In a dream, we are laughing out loud while watching a game. We went back together, and I went in the shower. Then … emptiness. I wake up sweating, however, not screaming so as not to alert and awake Josh up, who is practically sleeping above me, making me feel like pinned down under his body to the mattress. I have neither the strength nor any possibility to move so as not to wake him up. I'm getting scared of my fiancé - if he is my fiancé - especially after what the doctor said - if he is a doctor. What has Josh done to him? Why does he look so familiar?

"Jay, I'm William Halstead, I'm your brother. You are Jay Halstead, son of Patrick Halstead and Kathleen Halstead, former Ranger of the US Army and Intelligence detective from the Chicago Police Department. You work for Sergeant Hank Voight and your partner is Detective Hailey Upton. This psycho man, named Josh, kidnapped us some days ago in our apartment after a night at a bar called Molly's. He's been drugging you and raping you because in his maniac-obsessed mind you are his 'husband'."

I hear his speech over and over, suggesting Josh isn't who he says he is. Has he kidnapped me? Who is telling the truth? These constant horrible headaches increase exponentially the more I try to focus on the events of five nights ago, the more it hurts. Maybe this time I shouldn't say anything to Josh. After all, whatever Josh is giving me, makes me so sleepy and weirdly tired. And why the hell do I have an erection?!

"Shhh Baby, sleep..." I hear him whispering, accompanied by a gentle massage on my neck. I have a strange feeling that I had to receive…an injection? No, it is not possible…Josh wouldn't, right…From that moment on, I don't remember anything. My head is empty, calm… and I smile silly. "I love your smile, it's sexy, you are so handsome, so sexy. I am so lucky that we met. Now, I have you only for myself, honey." I can only hear his voice now, it's so soothing, I feel the touch on my lips and hands on my body… I feel pleasure from the massaged member, I can't help but make louder and louder moans.

"Please, more...Please...I need it!" I say between breaths. After that, the hand movement on my erection became more intense and faster... I came loud and hard. I felt I had to say "Thank you, Josh...I love you..." Why am I so tired all the time? It was my last thought before falling into a deep sleep.

Josh's POV

The stupid doc was so easily provoked, and now that I got rid of him, I have my fiance all to myself. There isn't a risk that he will tell him something and restore his memory at least partially. He had done enough harm by telling him the truth. But Jay is so inconsistent and in love with me that he believed me, not his brother...

I felt Jay waking up trembling and sweating cold, he is having or had a bad dream, but he still is trying to calm himself down and quietly to not wake me up, so sweet. It's his brother's fault he has been terrified these last five days; if it wasn't for me, he wouldn't have fallen asleep at all… Gently massaging his neck, I give the injection, and I'm relieved to see the sweet, calm, and silly smile on his face. Even though covered by a warm thick blanket, I feel he is practically erect, thanks to a stronger vibrator I bought yesterday. I can't help but touch him, his lips, slender body. In the end, after begging for me for more which made me more than satisfied - and with a wish that the doctor could have had the chance to hear this - he comes loudly, his white sweetness is so delicious... He fell asleep right away, poor fellow. Now I have to make sure he gains sufficient weight for the wedding...The wedding tuxedo cannot hang on him...The clothes are already in our new house, far away. I tenderly kiss my loved one and get up to prepare a nutritious breakfast. Eggs, toasts, fresh fruit, juices, and delicious protein shakes. Everything for my lover. The meal is ready, I'm going to get a sleepyhead…

I hear a sound. Multiple same sounds. Sirens. Police sirens. Shit! Has Will told the cops about me? A hundred percent yes. Are they coming to our house? Have I been discovered? Are they separating me and my soulmate again? I'm not sure if they are coming to us but I'm not dumb enough to wait and stay here to see as I have what matters the most. Took me a long year to have Jay, right now I have and I'm never going to give him back. One day we were going to get out of this house. Seems it's earlier than expected. I awkwardly rush upstairs to pick as many of my things as I can on my suitcase, running to my garage and throwing it again in the car. I return and cautiously pick Jay's things, his daily injections I put in my pants' back pocket in case of need, in another suitcase and put it in the car, next to mine. Because of the lack of time, unfortunately, all the things, personal stuff for my time without Jay, in the basement that I wanted to carefully and unhurriedly pack and take to the next house are going to stay behind. I recheck every room to see what the most crucial thing can join, seems I already have taken, so let's do the most important act: bring Jay downstairs in his state and time being my enemy running faster than ever. Once again, I run upstairs to our bedroom right now and stop at the door frame, admiring my loved one on the bed, peacefully sleeping like the angel he is. It pains me to have to wake him up and without any preparation in a hurry for escape but it is critical: besides I can reward him later.

"Hey, baby, wake up." His baby blue eyes slowly open up shinily and happily to me but realizing my hurry turns dark and sadly. "It's ok honey, we are going to have a trip!"

"What? Where? When? How? I didn't make my bag yet. Can I travel injured like that? Has the doctor allowed it?" Even drugged the detective in him is still present.

"I thought I could anticipate our wedding in a month because we are super excited to get together so I did it, we are going to a new city and our new house now. A new and better chapter of our lives. I have done your bag with your stuff, don't worry. I called your doctor and he let you travel with medication." Don't give time to his answer, I injected a needle on the same spot on his neck and when he relaxed his weight on my arms, I carried him and his mattress in bridge-style to the garage, laying him down on the car's back seat, which he occupied all the three.

The sirens are louder now which means the authorities are close although we are ready to go. As I drive along the avenue tangent, seven police cars pass parallel to us flying at high speed and I reckon I saw the blonde cop from the park the other day in one of them and all the seven turn it on our old street. I predicted correctly: they were going to catch us. We barely escaped: 1-minute difference from them to have seen us leaving the street, 2 minutes difference from them to have seen us leaving the house, 5 minutes difference from them to have seen me packing, and 20 minutes difference from them to have seen us in bed. I must admit a slight shit of how closely we got caught and a mere thought of the cop recognizing me turns my stomach. Luckily I know some shortcuts without cameras because if they know me and know where I was living, they also know my car. Should I get rid of it? I don't know but right now it isn't my concern. I quickly turn around to check Jay, despite all the noises, he is still peacefully sleeping. Wonderful. We can pick the routes and go without being noticed in our new house. Our lives together are beginning now to good.

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