Friday 7:00 am - District
It was a cold morning when Sergeant Hank Voight arrived in the bullpen of Intelligence. The weeks before have been stressful with difficult cases so he let the team be at work at 9:00.
Looking at every empty desk of his subordinates, he thought about their stories together: Antonio Dawson was the first in front of the stairs, who had already handcuffed him in the past, trusted him when his son was kidnapped and to arrest Pulpo when he was shot and almost died. He has a good family with Gabriela in Firehouse 51 being a paramedic and one of Molly's owners; his wife asks for the divorce after he gets shot but as long as he can see Eva and Diego, he's going to be fine. In front was Kevin Atwater, who was Burgess' ex-partner in patrol and takes care of his brother and sister like parents do. Behind was Adam Ruzek, son of patrolmen Bob Ruzek who had stories with the Sergeant that shouldn't be told ever to the young officer and ahead of him was his mentor Alvin Olinsky. They really have stories (and some bodies) in all over Chicago that will follow them to the graveyard. In the left next to his office was Erin Lindsay, the only girl in the Intelligence and his "adoptive daughter" has a dark past that only them know but seeing the strong, beautiful and amazing woman and detective she is, he is proud and Camille would be too. On the right was Jay Halstead, the former Ranger that the team discovered some months ago that he has a brother and a crush on his partner. While seeing the young men desk, a strange feeling started to grow in his gut for a reason that he doesn't know but a voice stopped him:
"Good morning Sarge" it was Jay arriving earlier than the expected like always.
"Hey Jay good morning. You know you can come before 9:00 and not 8:00, right? You need to rest." He really has been in his thoughts for a whole hour?
"Yeah I'm aware of that but I couldn't stay at home for much longer and you should follow your own advice too because you are here and seems it's been for a long time!" He just stared at the young cop while the strange feeling grew more and more that it appeared he would be sick and Jay realized the discomfort in the Sargeant's body. "Are you okay?"
"Yes yes it's nothing" with that, he turns around and goes to his office shutting the door. Sitting in his chair, he looks at the confused look on his subordinate's face while he sits down and starts to turn on his computer. Voight was watching him and wondering about all the bad things he had thought that were replaced by respect and admire since the courage and brave of the cop in different situations like when he seen him stand weaponless in front of a kid with a rifle, risking his life because of the bound against his head knowing the aftermath could be horrible and watched him being tortured and yet don't give the C.I.'s names. He was going to turn his own computer on when a ring in his cellphone take his attention:
"Hi Voight. It's me, Matthew. I heard information about drugs coming to Chicago next week so are you free to meet right now in that warehouse? Thanks." It was one of his C.I., Matthew Tena, an ex-addicted whose information was always trustful. He started to pick his cellphone and jacket and head out, stopping at Jay's desk:
"Halstead I received a message from my C.I. to meet me somewhere. Want to come with me?" It was the first time ever that he invited someone to go with him but he thought it was a good idea.
"Yes of course!" Obvious Jay will agree, he can't stay down for two seconds. Then both men head out of the bullpen and go to Voight's car, an action that will change their relationship and join the list of Voight's regrets.
Friday 8:40 - warehouse (unknown location)
The 40 minutes travel was passed with Voight giving Jay information about the C.I. they are going to meet and the feeling of something it's going to happen and not going to be good continues and he started to wonder about the fact that Jay was with him going to meet a C.I. Jay started to feel weird because of the corporal expression of his Sergeant in discomfort or something like that, but he was glad that the old man invited him to a meeting. He considered his boss like a father that the ex-Ranger never had. In Afghanistan, he had seen great Sargeants but the cold hearted yet caring current boss impressed him every day. As soon as they arrive, Voight recognizes Tena's car parked outside and he does the same nearby. Once parked, the couple entered the dirty orange warehouse and both of their sides have stairs for the second floor. Jay supposed this was a fabric or used to store something but looked abandoned for a really long time if the dirty windows that just a few parts of the sun entered by or how much cobwebs have.
"So it's here where you and your C.I. always meet?" Jay asked and received a nod for the answer. "Where is he?"
"I really want to know too" Voight responded with anger and worry in his voice; Tena was never late for the conversation. He picked his phone and called him; just to the other phone started to make noise that indicated he was there.
"Sarge" in this moment, both seeing a foot behind a large box in the left side of the building which was demonstrating the phone noise was coming for there. They raised their guns and started to move until they were able to see a white, looks like 25-30 years old, black hair, more or less 1.75 meters long with his throat slipped laying there. His name? Matthew Tena. The boss only looked at the body and when he was about to pick his radio to announce the crime scene, a cold thing was put in the back of his head: a gun.
"If I were you, I wouldn't think doing something stupid or the young will be like the guy in the ground." He looked at Jay who was with a man masked and dressed with black clothes behind him holding a knife against his throat. "Give me your gun and radio. Now." And he did what he asked reluctantly. Whoever was holding Jay didn't ask, he did it.
The old cop was staring at the young and saw when the taser was put on the side of his neck, his body trying to get away from the electricity and a scream full of agony escaped then a loud of his body colliding with the ground while he was unconscious. The strange feeling in his gut from early on was true, he put his detective in an ambush programmed just for him and feeling the regret through his human being, he didn't realize the needle coming to his neck until he started to pass out.
Once both cops were on the ground, the chief appeared while the subordinates picked their body and restrained their wrists and ankles.
"Put them in the back of the van and goes to the place where we meet, okay?" The guys nodded and put the bodies on their shoulders until he looked at the unconscious Voight: "You are going to regret what you did to me with your boy over there. This is going to be fun, Sergeant Hank Voight."
So the first chapter is over, what do you guys think? I'm going to post this in and Archive of our own so wherever you want to read, it's fine. Please review! See you soon!