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Quotation of 9x01: closure (it will be easily identified).
So here we are with chapter 8! Enjoy it!
"Chicago PD!" Hailey said, breaking into the principal door as soon as Antonio, Kevin, Alvin, and a few police officers confirmed the respective positions in the back door and Hank authorized the breach together with Ruzek and Burgess. They entered the house and started cleaning methodically room by room. Unluckily, the two people they expected to find were gone and with a tone of sadness, disappointment, and anger, simultaneously everyone screamed clear and returned to the front of the house. Voight started the briefing.
"We arrived late," he said, looking deeply at everyone's eyes before dispensing them to the floor or ceiling until he stopped on the cold blue ones of Hailey's, wearing the 'Oh, don't tell me. If you hadn't said I'd never know' sarcastic look, he continues. "Search this house totally, if necessary put the walls down, maybe purposely Jay found a way to give us a clue or Josh mistakenly about where they are going." They nod and return inside. Hailey, Burgess, and Voight took the principal floor, Kevin and Adam the second, and Alvin and Antonio the basement. The trio found a table with a cooling untouched breakfast on it. Voight's trained eye noted how closely this room is being monitored, by the number of mini cameras in every corner. He is afraid they are now being watched.
"Everyone keep a guard up. We may be watched now." Voight radiates his team all over the house, receiving affirmative answers and a nod for the brunette cop in exchange.
"Prepared untouched cold breakfast on the table and dirty dishes still on the sink." The blonde cop heard what Voight said but didn't give a damn, too focused on details, and started to narrate her intuition. "My suspicious: they were going to have breakfast but our fucking loud sirens that I told to turn off, however, no one listens, caught his attention and that son of a bitch managed to escape with my partner!" She screams, severing her tone and emphasizing the curses and partner. She was trying not to show it, but she is devastated. She is afraid she will never get Jay back and confess her true hidden feelings to him, waiting for reciprocation. Before Burgess could comfort and calm her down, Kevin came in the door.
"You may want to see this, upstairs." He says and disappears, the trio, Hailey hurried leading, following him.
"First, this was Will's room." There wasn't much to see there, just a simple bedroom with a bed with a metal frame and handcuffs but fitted perfectly his description; Will was held here before his release. There wasn't much physical visible evidence so they left the technicians alone to collect some prints and DNA and headed to the second bedroom.
"Probably this is the room Josh kept Jay in."
"A complete high-quality monitoring network. This house is filled with cameras everywhere!" Adam exclaims and points to the technology technicians of forensics' to collect all the equipment. "Here is far from a normal house, it seems we are investigating a most disturbing version of the Big Brother's office."
"Intelligence?" Monique Devlin from forensics joined the quintet. "Can someone turn off the light so I turn the UV lantern on?" She asks politely. Hailey turned off the light and the technique turned on the UV lamp on the mattress, which revealed a lot of sperm. There is no need to collect and examine the sperm to know from whom it belongs to although it was necessary for the investigation. No one shared a word, just appreciated the woman, and when turning on the lights, continued the search.
"This was left on purpose for sure!" After a thorough search of the room, Burgess announces. Right on the bench of the light brown dresser, a USB was found on the bedding. Voight picked it up, afraid to see its contents first. "God! This man is sick!" In the first drawer, bottles of lube, two dildos, and soft restraints for wrists and ankles are found, no need to explain who they were used for. In the second drawer, empty packages of various drugs, including high-dose sildenafil, are found and many used syringes are found in the trash when Atwater rummages through the small metal trash can beside it. At this exact moment, the senior detectives joined the room.
"Guys…" Adam, uncertain, mumbles. "Ok, we know and are seeing what has happened to Jay, damn, there is no need to examine all the room and the objects to know there is going to be epithelial cells from Jay...and semen from Josh...what I'm not seeing, either unopened packages in the drawers and used ones on the trash, are condoms." Adam brings to light such relevant observations.
"It only means one thing. Jay..." Alvin stoically.
"Jay was raped without protection." Hailey completes the phrase, bringing her hand to her mouth to cover the bile climbing up her throat at the realization. Nobody said anything. The only hope is that the kidnapper won't pass any disease to the kidnapped detective.
"I think we should head to the basement," Antonio says. They headed to the basement at the unique door. At first glance, it appears to be a long in length and tight in width bedroom. There are two parallel beds (one near the entrance and the other far), a table with various foods set in front of the farthest, and a TV set in the diagonal of the same. Shockingly, similar to the upper floors, the number of cameras and, now, the large number of small speakers is horrendously impressive and vicious. "By Will's description, this is the room where they momentarily stayed together before the failed escape attempt." Everyone shakes their heads in agreement. Everyone began to rummage the room, carefully to not destroy the potential evidence but at the same time investigate until Atwater's voice had everyone aroused.
"Here is hollow. This wall is fake." Adam quickly felt the wall along with his partner. "I found two cracks on this side."
"Me too." They make an extra force and drip the fraud wall to the side as the other members come face to face with the recent open room. One step by step and dumbfounded by the cement-own studio strong dimly lit by red club-style lamps brings a terrifying atmosphere, the entryway without a welcome message to the dark world of photography. The most macabre part of the room isn't by far the environment, much less the single table with cameras of different types, sizes, lenses, angles, and ranges or more photographic factors unknown to laymen like them on the subject additional what looked like a thick book; the tetricity is the clotheslines strewn across the room with divided thousands of pictures of none other than the missing detective. Images of him in crime scenes with the team, despite the numerous cases they have worked on, photos are easily recognized by the team from about a year and a half ago. Images of him running before the sunrise or over the sidewalks near his apartment or in the park. Images of him driving past the city in distinct periods of the day; early morning or to the gym or to work; afternoon alone in his car or with someone of the team investigating a case; evening going home or about to enter his apartment complex. Images of him alone or with them, with Will, with the firefighters from 51 and with Gaffney's doctors, rarely hanging out together at Molly's.
"He was being stalked," Hailey shouts out the obvious, martyring herself for never, in the quick and uncertain timeline, noticing that his partner was being constantly chased. How could Jay, the former Ranger alerted like an activated radar, hadn't noticed? Unless… "Has Jay mentioned he was suspicious someone was stalking him?" Everyone negatively shakes their heads. "Dammit!"
"This book can explain a lot of our questions." Adam points his finger to a diary, written 'Mine and Jay's story' in the handmade cap. "I will need a bath when I get home." The need is disseminated.
"Sergeant Voight?" Monique's sweet voice calls their attention. "I don't know if it's your priority but the TV is turned on and has a DVD player with a DVD." The movie Will said he watched right after the brother's separation is only stopped. Voight takes him back to the beginning. The movie starts with Jay being led somewhere to a big shared bed. Coincidental gasps seeing Jay for the first time since the abduction in his state, only wearing boxers, shaking and completely unstable to stand on his feet and submissive to the kidnapper for the lack of fight. They see the man laying him down on the bed and slowly undresses. They see the man kissing him, kissing his neck while slowly dangerously going down on Jay's body, the closer to his intimate parts until he touches his penis under his underwear.
"I refuse to watch this, excuse me!" Hailey says with tears rolling down her face, seeing the love of her life being molested without resistance and acknowledgment.
"She shouldn't be alone right now so I will be with her," Burgess says a second later the blonde's exit, as her eyes waters for the last time looking at the screen. Besides her understandable friendly obligation to keep an eye on the other unique lady, her mind is reminded of her sister, Nicole, and the night she was raped. Looking at what a current vulnerable Jay, the usual strong, fearless, honest, fighter man, is passing a Deja Vu to what her sister endured… no, she refuses to see. What the eyes don't see, the heart doesn't feel. Right? No!
Jay's moans fill the cellar, occupied for the males who are trying with nails and teeth to remain stoic, while the man massages his hard penis, boxers already out, and then he positions himself on his spreading legs, ready to enter on him. 'So good, you are so wonderful. My treasure. You want it, right?' He inserts two fingers into him. 'No, no, stop...Hurtsssss' tears streaming down their faces to how weak his protest is. 'Shhh take it easy, you want it, you'll be satisfied. Give up to my touch, I love you and you love me. You want it just like me' 'Please don't...Ple…' He is interrupted by a kiss. He applies the lubricant and enters him. He thrusts in and out as Jay's semiconscious form groans in pleasure. Alvin and Voight have fire eyes and boiling blood circulating through the veins, Antonio turns his head aside, Adam picks an empty evidence plastic bag and throws up at the sight, having Kevin rubbing his back. Jay is being raped. Without knowing either opportunity to fight. Soon, the man cummed inside him, and Jay cummed right after him. The man licks his sperm and kisses him on the lips, Jay forcibly retributes the kiss without knowing he is kissing himself from his rapist's mouth. The session ends. Technicians are unspokenly admitted to gathering all evidence. The members of the Intelligence leave in their cars. They sat and rode in verbal silence, mentally racing thinking, hoping to find Jay and save him from further torture. Voight wants to personally handcuff the bastard who kidnapped, drugged, and repeatedly injured his stepson.
NEW HOME - Day 1
Josh watches the road, glancing every now and then at his sleepy companion, brushing his hair or touching his mouth until he realized they had arrived. He saw this not as a rustic or a fancy house for sale many years ago. It was good for a family in growth, inadequate for him at the time. However, it changed his vision of the ideal house when he met and fell in love with Jay. He thanked God for the house still being on sale, bought it, and began to prepare it so that it would become their family's sweet home in the future, where they would raise their adopted children. Like the property in Chicago, the new home is also monitored. Bedroom, kitchen, bathroom, corridors, dressing room - all the rooms had cameras installed, moreover, in the bathroom and bedroom, he installed small speakers. He intended to use it to manipulate Jay's sentiments, happy to use in practice his hypnosis course. He believed that soon without the help of drugs, only with the use of positive conditioning, he would control the mind and body of his lover.
Before he gets out of the car, he makes sure Jay is asleep. He opens the house's door, picks the sleeping man, and gently carries him upstairs, laying him on the soft bed. He turns on remotely the cameras and speakers, the soft melody is Josh's pre-prepared words recorded, implying to the policeman he wants Josh, loves him, will do anything to make him happy, suggesting he wants to "repay" him for the pleasure he felt, care after the "accident" and presence echoing around the house and the dildo for the stronger level. Josh can't stop staring at a completely hard member. He approaches the sleeping man, hugs him, slowly, and gently touches hardness, causing an immediate groan of pleasure from the affected man, so Josh continues, leading rapidly to loud and hard orgasm. In the end, he licks the white sweetness off his hands, kisses the sleepyhead on his mouth, releasing some of the sperm into his mouth, glad Jay spontaneously unconsciously kisses back drinking himself. When everything is ready, he gently goes into the kitchen to make his meal. His fiancé has to get in shape, gain weight before their wedding.
He is preparing a late breakfast slowly, starting with a protein shake with the addition of 'breath', this time a smaller dose. Then the pans go into motion and the fried eggs with other healthy toppings hit the plates. Next to the cocktail, there is a glass with grape juice on the table without 'other additives' and fresh fruit on the tray. When finished, he goes to wake the sleepyhead. It turned out that he didn't need to find him awake.
"Honey, you are awake already, how did you sleep? Hope you didn't have nightmares. The first dreams in a new place are prophetic." Jay isn't able to answer yet neither pay attention to the strong vibrations and the still hard member, feeling sore and too confused by the medications he was given. He attempts to wipe his eyes, but his hands don't work with him. He tried to get up, but lost his balance, miserably collapsing back into the soft bed. He thinks he is crazy, hearing voices, saying Josh had been doing so much for him, caring about him since the accident, he felt the need to repay him. Hearing over and over, he realizes the importance of his commitment, otherwise, Josh would give up on him. Like fog dissipating, he notices the person in question speaking to him with a warm, sincere smile on his lips, but still unable to utter a word. "Honey, come to breakfast, it's on the table. Next, I'll show you our new home and we'll take a relaxing bath. What do you say?" Not giving a moment for rejection or agreement, he gently, though firmly picks him and, like in the old days, leads him to the table and helps him sit down on a comfortable chair. He first fed and gulped down the man with small bites and sips. Jay's thoughts are thousands per hour. He hears the voice above and… it was true. Truly true. He owns Josh once. He needs Josh. He wants Josh. He wants to kiss him, wants to touch him, wants to sit on his cock, and wants to ride him. He wants Josh to do the same, feeling extremely hot at the thoughts.
"I love Josh. I want him. I love Josh, I want my fiance in me. I want Josh's cock in my ass" The half-conscious man repeats over and over, imagining it is only in his head, not saying it aloud. His fiancée is smiling broadly proudly, knowing that if the recording alone had done so much, how well the hypnosis would do. After consuming his breakfast, as promised, supporting Jay around his waist while exhibiting the living room, he notices the loss of balance, heading for the couch. Before sitting himself, he safely seated the unbalanced lover to have access to the vibrator and the hard member. Josh dits up, hugging Jay to whisper the conditioning words in his ear.
"You want to sit on my dick, right?"
"Yeah..."
"You want to kiss me, don't you?"
"Yeah..."
"You love me, don't you sweetheart?"
"I love you…Josh. Don't leave me please…"
"Honey, why would I leave you? You know I love you and take care of you as best I can. Where does the idea that I would leave come from?" He is surprised by Jay's drugged-minded deduction; he didn't suggest anything similar in the recording. However, it would be hypocritical on his part to say he is pleased. He has to take advantage somehow.
"You care about me. You didn't abandon me as my family and friends, if I ever had, did. You are helping me at my weakest. I'm not doing anything for you…" Jay replies and starts crying right after the last sentence. Josh wipes the falling tears and hastily kisses his loved one on the forehead.
"Shhhh baby, take it easy. Don't cry. I love you more than I ever thought it was possible. Nothing, including this tragic accident or your afterward conditional, would make me love you less or walk out. You had a serious accident. That's why I care about you, I care about your health. I love you. You've lost weight since the accident, so you are eating healthily." In the meantime, he turns off and gently takes out the dildo, touching the hard member, receiving a sweet moan of pleasure. He slowly picks up the calm man, maneuvering him so he sits on his cock. He moves the body up and down, wanting to delay the orgasm to both come simultaneously as long as possible to feel this intimate moment to its maximum, which both men enjoyed. He doesn't know how long it took, it isn't vital and transformative information, but they cum literally at the same moment. Out of exhaustion, Jay leans against Josh's torso and gives up. It is time for a wash, so he takes the conscious tired victim of his obsessive love off himself and carries him to the toilet in a wedding style.
He prefers a hot bathtub to a shower; that's what he demanded in the house. So leaving Jay slipping into the ground against the wall, he prepares warm water into the bathtub and pours lavender essential oil to relax tense muscles, and undresses. He remotely turns on some atmospheric music to make them both relax and takes him in his arms so they can enter the bathtub together. He wishes this moment would last forever.
CHICAGO
Will leaves the hospital with Natalie's help. He remains on sick leave since his release and his brother's loss and it's not like he is complaining about coming back to work any time soon. He is feeling like someone else, lacking the strength and willpower to do simple activities like eat, drink or take care of himself. He has nightmares every night based on the movie of Josh raping Jay. He is under the impression he can hear his manipulated brother professing his love to the kidnapper from behind the wall. He is fearing he might be trapped in a depression that got worse when Hailey said they were late and not only didn't find Jay but didn't know where to look for the men. Most likely, Josh took Jay out of state. Nat is noticing the beginnings of depression too. She is trying her best to support her friend and almost-husband in the past. She is forcing Will to eat, get out of bed, and shower. She is afraid to leave him alone, fearing he might do something to himself without returning.
NEW HOME - one month later
It's been a month. Four weeks. Thirty days. Seven hundred and twenty hours. Forty-three thousand two hundred minutes. Two million five hundred and ninety-two seconds. Period unfamiliar to Jay. What he knows is that he is recovering from a car accident, his health improved considerably during the thirty days. The nightmare still occurs in minor frequency, however, the gorgeous blonde girl is still there, which is a blessing. Yes, he knows he is almost married but he has to admit the girl's stunning beauty (denied it's similar to say the Earth is flat - ridiculous it's so stupid). His exhausted, emotional, and confused spirit has faded away and a sense of control, stubbornness, determination, and motivation impulse him daily to get better. Those godammit explosives headaches passed from recurrent to rarely. His arms' and legs' strength hasn't returned maximized to be self-sufficient yet but acceptable to be able to sit on the bed and stand on his feet up for a few seconds on his own. He is feeling renewed, calm, happy than ever, and grateful.
Grateful for having Josh, his fiancé, in his life. His healing progress is indebted to him. Grateful for having someone who, regardless of all his injuries, his constant uselessness to walk to the bathroom or take a single cup of water on his own and delaying his professional development career, staying at home taking care of him not forcibly, like it is such a shit obligation. Grateful for the make-out sessions, at least once a day, giving his soul a break time for his physically current circumstances replaced by magic orgasm and a feeling of belonging and love never felt before. What he, a broken traumatic useless man, has done to deserve a man, an angel-like Josh, near him he doesn't know but thanks to God for him and promises to do the best he can to last the relationship. Two broken people, two abandoned souls, whose family and friends walked out feeling shame for coming out of the closet, revealing who they were and their devotion to each other indeed, yes, can make each other whole again. It's pure and simple generosity. It's pure and simple love.
He thinks while observing out of the corner of the eye the sleeping man, who has his arms and legs intertwined with his own, blocking his movements in addition to the heavy double blanket covering their naked forms. His head is the only member he can move and still has restricted movement, just behind is his fiance's head as he can feel his stable and calm respiration in the back of his neck, the simple hot inspiration and expiration relaxing and hardening his penis. He knows all the things his lover has done, all the immense magic care uttered to him and only him, every time he puts himself in the second position and knows he has to deliberately and cordially retribute somehow, the fruit of effects of hypnosis, exceeding all expectations. During hypnosis, the tapes say that they had been abandoned by family and friends, their relationship had grown from friendship to falling in love with each other, and are now engaged. The video constantly reminded me that Josh loves and wants Jay and the love and wanting is reciprocated. In the end, the hypnotized man always repeated what he had 'learned'. He remembers how he is used to and loves to wake up. He must love too.
Despite the blocking firmly established, he gets to unblock his left arm and trace a route down his belly until the uncovered abdomen behind him. The man shivers and groans in his sleep but his respiration caught on his throat, fearing he might have woke him up and was going to think wrongly about his intentions, that he was trying to get up. That he was trying to escape. He would never escape from the love of his life. Returning to breathe properly, he continues his plan, going down to achieve the man's penis and grabbing it. Throwing his insecurities and the fact he has never done it before aside, he remembers what the man does and imitates him, praying he is doing right. Suddenly, his brown hazel eyes open up, and an involuntary moan escapes from his lips.
"Good morning, Josh." He says it as sensual as possible.
"What a morning, baby...what a morning!" His lover has his eyes closed, is smiling genuinely, and moaning gladly. He deducts he is pleasuring correctly for the first time, even without any experience and knowledge of what to perform. Or he already has an experience like this but before the accident and the following amnesia? This all felt so new and exciting and scary at the same time but from what he is told, they were together for a while in dating before the proposal so he must have done compared back, is it normal? He had a life before the accident, rarely mentioned by his lover, why the mystery of the past he doesn't know but a gut's instinct repeats he has to find out. He is brought out of his overthinking and doubtful moments with a loud groan and a hot gooey lightly white fluid that goes on his hand and the matters below. Before he could do something, Josh grabs him by the chin and abruptly invades his mouth, kissing him and adjusting so Jay is on top. "I love all of that! I love you!"
"I love you too!" Jay says in the middle of a yawn.
"You are still tired." He pulls his head against his head under the chin and rubs his head like a pat. "Come on, come back to sleep." He doesn't want to fall asleep, his head racing with doubts unquestioned but he has to admit he is still tired and, in a matter of seconds, he falls asleep.
THE WEDDING DAY - two months later
"Baby, today is our day! We're going to a special place. Come on, you have to wake up." He hums, forcing his eyes to open for the most special day of his life. For the most special day of Josh's life. For the most special day of their lives. The day is the reunion of Josh Delacroix with Jay Halstead Delacroix, his new long name. He smiles while sitting up on the bed, watching Josh running frantically around the master bedroom looking for the occasion's clothes. "Here." He helps him get dressed in a black dress shoe, black dress pants, a pale blue dress shirt, and a black suede tuxedo. "You look amazing. I'm going to dress there. I'll be back soon." He disappears down the corridor.
"I'm not going anywhere." He says, stretching and walking in minor steps into the mirror, seeing himself in the mirror for the first time in a while and fixing details on the outfit. He is feeling alive, calm, and happy than ever reflected on his facial features, fresh, without routine headaches, without bad dreams to disturb his proper night hour and physical and mental strength. It is not enough to go to the gym or downstairs independently, however, it is easy to go to the bathroom on his own. Grateful for his strength of will, imposition of patience he didn't have, supreme stubbornness, and the fun that came from Josh with each victory, an example of when he stood up alone and took steps to the door like a baby learning to walk. His memory is a piece of shit, the amnesia caused by the accident did a number on him. Still intrigues him with his previous questions and yet he didn't find the opportunity to ask those who can answer. In an instant second, he sees the gorgeous blonde woman behind him smiling brightly and calling out his name. He gets tense and scared of the tip on his feet until his head, his back hair shivering. When he turns to face, he bumps into Josh.
"Sweetheart, are you okay? You seemed scary like you had seen a ghost."
"No, I'm fine. I was just...overthinking...about how lucky I'm for having you in my life." He smiles shyly and convincingly, convincing his soon-to-be husband and himself that he hadn't seen a mysterious person.
"If you say so," Josh replies, still suspicious. "We should get going so we don't get late. Want help on the stairs?" Nod. Step by step, they make their way downstairs to the car in the garage and Josh drives them to the marriage location in about thirty minutes. He stops the car on the abandoned mini-church in a desert and remote road. Yeah, that is what happens when your family and friends deny you just because you showed yourself, Jay thinks. "I know it's modest and untraditional without a priest performing the ceremony but we don't have anyone by our side." And it's a risk, no one who can recognize you as a cop can messy our marriage, Josh internally says.
"That's alright for me as long as I have you by my side," Jay says leaning on the car and then on him as they walk through the worn-out church directly to the altar. Ok to call it an altar is a euphemism, appropriate is a mini-stage of school children's plays. When they arrived at their proper place, they looked at each other and began to take their vows. "I, Jay Halstead, receive you, as my legitimate husband, I promise to be faithful, to love and respect you, in joy and sadness, in health and illness, in wealth and poverty, all the days of our lives, until death does us part."
"I, Josh Delacroix, receive you, as my legitimate husband, I promise to be faithful, to love and respect you, in joy and sadness, in health and illness, in wealth and poverty, all the days of our lives, until death does us part."
That's it, they kiss while smiling proudly while the new chapter of their fantasy life begins for real.
MEANWHILE IN CHICAGO
Will has yet to return to his old self, but he has been able to go back to work. Last week had been better, he even managed to smile at Maggie, glancing at the ED's door each second, hoping to see Jay's face in the waiting room. Unfortunately, the universe is against him. Maggie hands him a small package, shipped from Las Vegas, addressed to his name and the hospital's address, without a return address. Intrigued, he opens it and sees the USB. He connects it to a computer and freezes it in place.
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