Hi, so here is another chapter. I thank you all so much for your positive reviews and likes of this story. Hopefully you will like this chapter just as much.

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And again Trigger Warnings for the kidnapping of an infant.

What Lies Buried

Chapter 3-With Friends Like That

Al's point of view of 1998 is explored, meanwhile in 2014 Justin is released from prison (and goes off the rails) and two Detectives come from New York giving Bridget a chance to see Intelligence work up close.

17th December 1998

There was nothing better than sleep. Especially when your newborn actually went to sleep.

It was such an unusual feeling that Alvin stupidly thought Lexie was playing a trick on them and it was only until Meredith told him to stop worrying and get to bed that he eventually did. Justin was fast asleep in the next room and he was gone before his head hit the pillow.

Sleep was the best thing in the world.

When the phone rang however he was close to committing murder. Honestly did these bastards not understand how difficult it was to get some sleep with a newborn.

He grabbed the phone though he was not in the mood to be polite. If this was a gang related murder Jimmy should know better. He didn't have any kids after all there was no reason why he needed sleep.

"Lo?"

"It's Hank"

Oh.

"You a Dad yet?"

The idea of Hank being a dad to a newborn, especially a newborn daughter was something utterly foreign and had Al not seen it with Justin he would have wondered. But then again he had never thought he was the fatherly type and he was pretty sure he'd carpet bomb the town hall if Lexie was in danger so there was that.

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

There was something in Hank's tone that made him sit up and flick the light on though Meredith groaned and rolled over. There was…it was hard to tell with Hank but there was something almost desperate. Raw. It was like he was on the cusp of a full blown panic but wasn't. He was missing something here he was sure of it but he had no idea what.

"Why? Is it Cam?"

Hank started spluttering and stuttering and Al felt panic swoop into his stomach.

Meredith was up now watching him with wide eyes and there was static on the phone. She grabbed his hand and he knew she was thinking of the boy in the next bedroom and the news that they might have to break…Christ he had known that this pregnancy was not an easy one, several times the Doctor's had tried to convince Cam to abort to no avail but surely…I mean this was 1998 not 1708. Childbirth wasn't—but he was getting ahead of himself now.

"Hank!"

"She's…Bridget…I…"

And then he trailed of and Al went cold because he'd been sat there thinking it was his friend's wife and not the daughter. That the baby that was so much of a surprise for his friend and his wife was…

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

"Someone took her Al"

There was a long pause as Al processed that information. Someone had taken Bridget Voight. Someone had taken Hank's baby.

For a moment he breathed in and out thinking hard trying to process this news. Someone had taken a baby. They worked in the Gangs Unit and they both had ghosts hidden behind their badges and there was always the unknown.

The terrible unknown.

But Hank was still speaking.

"I, Camille's heart 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 had 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 took her"

Al was silent as he took that in. Meredith was watching him with wide eyes and he felt a sliver of something cold settle in his stomach as he listened. It was almost perfect, planned and yet not planned and perps like this were perhaps the most dangerous.

"Have they locked down the hospital?"

Already he knew the answer to that and it made his blood boil. He was going to go into a great amount of detail into the head of that hospital and if he found so much as one thing that he could hang the man with…

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

Hank did but Al didn't hold out much hope. He knew his friend after all.

"Get dressed and grab Lexie" he told Meredith. "And Justin we need to get him to the prescient"

"What's happened?"

He was already reaching for his gun when her hand came out and grabbed his and he was forced to look at her. He hated burdening Meredith with this but…

"Someone's took the baby"

"Baby Bridget? How?"

He related the story to her and by the time he had finished Meredith had gone paper white.

"Oh good Lord" she said scrambling to get dressed. "Do you think your going to find her?"

"I don't know. They won't lock down the hospital so if the bastards plan is to take her somewhere—"

"Aren't crimes like this always supposed to be women?" she asked. "I mean isn't that what you always say?"

"If it's a woman nine times out of ten it's because she's lost a child. If it's a man then…well…it could be for other reasons"

Meredith caught the look on his face and her own went two shades paler.

"What do we tell Justin?"

"Improvise"

"Al" she said leaving the room and coming back with Lexie, mercifully still asleep.

"I know…just…with any luck we won't be long but if this is something to do with a case I don't want you here alone"

He didn't have to tell her. Meredith got it, since Lexie had been born she was more of a Momma Bear than she had been before and as he flipped the phone open to call Jimmy (then Trudy, then Fisher then…well Ruzek he supposed) he found he loved for it.

When he got to the hospital Hank was nothing short of a mess.

Trudy had co-ordinated patrol and Bob Ruzek was there looking uncommonly serious directing the rookies to check the hospital. Fisher who could deal with the shit red tape that came with being the fast track to a White Shirt was dealing with the head of the hospital who did not look too pleased with the way the hospital had been commandeered.

Fuck him.

"Hank"

Hank looked up from where he'd been leaning against the nurses desk and Al had to bite his lip. He had no idea how he'd be if this was Lexie and he had to hide his shudder at the thought but he thought that it would probably be the same hell as what was showing in Hank's eyes.

"Green scrubs, dark hair, Caucasian, medium height, medium weight, had a wedding ring"

It was clear that Hank had been repeating this to himself since long before Al arrived.

"Ok" it wasn't much to go on but it was better than nothing.

"Did we pick up an image?"

"Jimmy's getting it. Al I didn't even get a picture of Br—I didn't get one so there's nothing to circulate"

"Good" he said ignoring Hank's little noise of distress. "Hank listen the less we spook this guy the better chance we've got of getting her back. Now Meredith and Lexie and Justin are at the station where's Cam?"

"Cam?"

"Yes Hank Cam does she know?"

Hank looked at him blearily and then shook his head and Al had to swallow harshly but before he could say anything Bob Ruzek was there which was just you know…fantastic.

"Patrol's cleared most of the hospital no sign. Jimmy thinks your guy got into a car. He can see someone in green scrubs head to the car park but then nothing, camera's are half working, half not."

Brilliant.

Bob Ruzek looked at Hank with a rather critical gaze but considering Hank was still staring at the nurses desk he didn't pick up on it which Al thought was good. Hank's temper was probably not to be pushed right now.

"Look Hank…Patrol's got it from here."

Hank snorted.

"Listen to me" Ruzek said. "Soph and I have our difficulties but if it was Adam right now out there I wouldn't want my wife to hear about it from a rookie, a nurse or God forbid a member of the press. Go and tell her what's going on and then you can join the case. It might be over by then"

The one way or another was left unsaid.

"Look" Al said hating the words but knowing they were true.

"He's got a point—" here Hank shot him a rather incredulous look.

"Go and be with Cam, seriously she needs to hear this from you. And then go and tell your son, I'll call you once this place is searched and then we'll start looking at the case files of anyone whose got a grudge"

Hank said nothing for a second and then nodded. He turned and walked away and Al thought he looked older in this moment than he had done in the last ten years.

"Bit embarrassing isn't it" Bob said into the void. He caught Al's look and shrugged.

"Well. It's Hank Voight isn't it. Handing over his daughter to a complete stranger and then forgetting about it. Bit of a rookie mistake isn't it?"

Al was saved from breaking Bob's jaw by Trudy who came over. She shot Bob one disapproving look and he went to deal with the rookies.

"Leave it" she said seeing Al's face. "We've got bigger things to worry about. Do you suspect human trafficking?"

Al shuddered.

"Not yet. And don't tell Hank either. It could just be a woman whose lost a child"

"But it's a man who took her"

"I know Trudy but… but this thing is gonna move fast and you and I both know what he's going to be like if he thinks the worst—"

Trudy nodded. "He's going to go in all guns blazing and go out in a hale of gunfire taking out half the street if he has to I know. But Al at some point you know that the conversation's gonna turn to draining the docks. Do you honestly think she's still in the city with this much of a head start and a guy that seems to know what he's doing? Do you…do you think she's dead already?"

Al shuddered.

"No" he said finally. "I just…I think…no…Trudy let's just clear the hospital" It didn't matter because they both knew they were not going to find her at the hospital but it gave them something to do anyway.

"And then we can go from there. We've got resources…and…and we've got Hank"

"Yes" Trudy said dryly. "But in what capacity?"

And Al didn't know how to answer her.

They never got so much as a lead.

They never got so much as anything.

But that's another story for another time.

December 2014/January 2015

Justin was out of prison on the 29th December 2014. It made no difference because by New Year it was clear that he was going down a path to get himself sent back but Erin who went to the gym on New Years Day with him didn't want to think about that. She wanted just a day where she could pummel the shit out of a bag (and then Jay).

Problem was Jay was not alone.

His sister was with him her dark haired tied back off her face and sitting on the floor Jay speaking to her as she tried to do something with her knee.

"Hey Bridget, hey Jay, something wrong?"

"No" Jay said as his sister said "Yes" and then yelped. And there was really no other word for it, that was a yelp.

"Bridge you need to stretch it out."

"Believe me Jay I am"

"Cramp?" Erin asked.

"Knee injury from a game of hockey last year and it's playing up with the cold weather" Jay said. "So we came here to stretch it out and work on making the muscle stronger so Bridget stick out your leg so I can feel the muscle and then we can go"

"Fine"

"You're a good brother you know that?" Erin said and Jay flashed her what felt like an award winning smile.

"Thanks"

"You two should just get a room"

"Shut up Bridge"

Antonio who was leaning over some equipment laughed and Bridget winced as a flare of pain went up her knee.

"I think it's just gotten stiff in the night Jay"

"Well if Pat had bloody took you to hospital after it had happened then you wouldn't be in this mess. Will have having kittens for a month"

Bridget rolled her eyes and grimaced at Erin.

"Will's our older brother. He's a surgeon in New York. And he wasn't too impressed to find out I was walking six months on a knee injury. Jay here was still a rookie when it happened. I have a—what did you and Will call it?" she said to Jay who grimaced pushing his sister's knee back up.

"Stubborn streak, though upon occasion Will and I have called it something else"

Bridget rolled her eyes.

"Tough little thing aren't you?" came another voice and Erin turned to see Justin walking towards them. He was still brooding as ever, still looking as miserable as ever but he was eyeing Bridget with interest. Bridget tilted her head to the side eyeing him and Erin took a moment to stare because the two of them with those dark arresting looks, suddenly looked shockingly alike. She brushed the sweat out of her eyes and scuffed her trainer on the matt trying to get rid of the thought, she knew what had happened (or not happened depending on your view of it) to Hank and Camille's daughter. At the end…at the end she had held Camille's hand and listened to her talk about the daughter that she had only gotten to hold once and her heart had broken beyond whatever damage it had already sustained.

Now was not the time to think on that. Hank refused to speak about it and Erin certainly was not going to bring up something that had never been a part of. She'd come to the family after the carnage that was Bridget Voight's disappearance and if Hank would rather fall on his gun than let his team know his past then she was certainly going to do all that she could to protect that view.

It was the least she could do after all for all that he and Camille had done for her…

"Err…Bridget, Jay this is Voight's son Justin. Bridget and Jay Halstead, Jay works with me in Intelligence and Bridget's his sister and you…err…you know Antonio"

Bridget snorted.

"Yeah I reckon so"

Jay moved her leg in a way that had her wincing. "What? You tell a girl a story she's going to remember it Jay doesn't matter how much Chinese food you feed her with"

Justin raised on eyebrow but Erin knew her foster brother and she knew him well and she knew that he was doing his damned best not to smile.

"So your Voight's son?"

"Yep" Justin said popping the P and looking deeply annoyed.

"Figured. And I'm not a thing. Call me that again and I'll remove your eye"

Justin raised an eyebrow but Antonio swooped in with questions about the boxing and Erin had a sneaky sensation that they had just avoided something that could have been rather nasty.

That was the end of the good times (such as they were) because even after they cleared cases after cases including one with a teenager with thirty balloons in her stomach prompting Jay to comment, "Seriously with Bridget I have a lot to worry about but this has never been one of them. Perks of having a cop for a brother and a surgeon for a brother. Scared straight really works" which had prompted a discussion with Antonio and Al about the perks of that but then something else cropped up.

Rape cases where the victim was missing an ear.

The press got a hold of it first which was never good and then the pictures were circulated online and debated and dissected which was just horrendous. Erin had gone for a whiskey (or two or three) with Jay and he had held her hand under the table. They were dancing on the edge of something and she was not sure what to make of it but one day after assurances that two detectives were coming from New York to help out Jay came up the stairs with his sister still in her school uniform.

It was the day the third attack hit and Bridget her skirt hiked in a way that Erin approved off and her tie wrapped around her bag came up.

"She walks home" Jay muttered as Bridget loitered around the stairs. "And I wasn't having that so I just…I just need her in a place where I can see her for a bit"

Erin patted him on the shoulder. Voight would just have to swallow it. Actually knowing Voight he would probably approve.

Bridget put her phone away and paused looking at the board her eyes wide. For a second Erin could see past the girl she was and saw the woman she might be. She sobered up and looked her age, older even and Erin wanted to hug her because it was always hard looking at a murder victim and seeing yourself. God knows she had done it enough times.

"Hey" she said coming over and slipping an arm around Bridget's shoulders. "Were on this. We've got Detectives coming in from New York and everything and…and we've got this"

"I know" Bridget said shaking her dark head. "But…it's harder seeing it here and seeing it on TV you know. And I always thought that I wouldn't be that girl…the one who changed her behaviour and the way she walked and talked and who made sure someone saw what she was wearing just in case…and then you look at this and you see it and…" she shrugged.

Erin hugged her a little and Bridget's hand found her waist.

"I had a Mom you know" she said so quietly that Erin had to strain to hear her.

"She died. Cancer. And it's just so fucking pointless. All of it."

"Yeah" Erin said thinking of Camille. "Yeah it's all so fucking pointless"

"My apologises for interrupting girl time" Hank said cutting through the moment. Bridget turned and scowled.

"But I thought we had a case…Detectives from New York are downstairs and you—" he pointed at Bridget. "Next door. Make some coffee or something"

Bridget levelled him with a dark look and went into the room.

"Look Jay…I get it…I do but unless she's on the payroll she can't be here everytime she looks like a victim"

Jay opened his mouth to say something but up came Amanda Rollins and Odafin Tutuola and everything else was pushed out of his mind.

Hank was looking over notes—he had Erin and Jay on the run for food, Adam and Al he had sent to watch the blonde git he knew, he knew was involved somehow and Antonio was doing something with the rookie Burgess—and—

And there was a knock at the door.

Bridget Halstead was there. The door was open but she was clutching what looked like a cup of coffee and when he waved her through she put it on his desk.

"Got it from Jay how you like it. Figured you'd need one"

Hank tried it. She actually had gotten it how he liked it as well and damn her from the smirk on her face she knew it as well. He could not fault her. Bridget Halstead had a quiet confidence that came from…well he wasn't sure but he knew that it came from something.

"Thanks"

She sat down on his couch completely uninvited clutching her own mug of tea (judging by the smell) and crossing her legs.

"I heard what you said you know. About me only being upstairs if I worked here"

"And?"

"And how would you like to discuss a proposition?"

They went to Molly's afterwards. Well. After the botched reunion turned dinner turned rejection thing. All but Voight and Erin who said she needed to go home and Jay being Jay let her. Bridget came to meet him taking a cab with his cash no doubt and though she drank a diet coke while Jay downed his fifth finger of scotch she was nice enough not to mention why he was here instead of with Erin.

He'd thought that it was the nice thing that she did. Of course he had never considered the fact that she too was sitting on a secret.

"So I spoke to Voight" Bridget said stirring her straw around her glass. "And we came to an agreement"

Jay downed his scotch with a bit more force than he should have done. Everyone and he meant everyone (including the Fin and Amanda, Herrmann and Intelligence—Atwater and Burgess included) was watching and suddenly Jay felt a sudden swoop of foreboding that had nothing to do with the booze in his stomach and everything to do with the smug smile on his sister's face.

"Oh?"

"Yeah. You see on Saturday and Sunday I am going to work for you"

"Beg pardon?"

"Yeah. I mean it's nothing significant, just some filing and some coffee making and runs because believe me that shit you drink isn't coffee—"

"Amen" Adam muttered.

"And that way when cases like this happen you get some peace of mind. Also I get paid for it as well and Voight gets a new filing system"

Jay sat there in disbelief.

And then he ordered another drink.

"Can I ask?" he said as they got ready for bed. Bridget was pouring herself a glass of water and all Jay wanted was the oblivion of sleep to come and claim him.

"Yes?"

"Was part of this deal about finding anything out about your birth parents?"

Bridget paused putting down the glass and eyeing him for a second.

"No" she said finally. "I don't…Jay that bitch abandoned my by the side of the road like I was trash and I don't want to find her…cause if I find her I might kill her"

Jay nodded. "Alright" he said quietly. He was not sure what else there was to say. He knew enough to know that Bridget was not to be pushed when she was in this mood.

Instead, he went to bed.

Bridget wiped her face and put on her sleeping cream and sprayed her room with the lavender spray that she needed to sleep. She put on the meditation video she listened to and she paused. Under the bed was that damn blue blanket her name embroidered on the side. She took it out and felt it in her hands, the weight, the texture, everything and then she felt a wave of hatred crash over her followed almost instantaneously by a wave of sadness and guilt.

It was always the same with this bloody blanket. She would look at it and feel a wave of complex emotions that she both wanted to feel and wanted not to feel. She had never asked Jay for help in finding out anything…Pat might be a complete and utter dick but he been the man who had picked up the baby from the side of the road and who had raised her as his own. Mary had been the mother who had been everything to her. It had only fallen apart when she had died.

Perhaps it would be easier if she threw away the blanket. But even as Bridget thought that she knew she was never going to do that. This was not the first time that she had made this argument and always she came to the same conclusion.

She was not going to throw away the blanket. And she was still so unsure of weather or not she wanted to look underneath the rock that was her biological parents.

Until her mother had died she'd never had reason to or want to.

She shoved the blanket back into her going away bag and resolved never to think about it. Resolutely she got ready for bed and when she was under the covers she found that she was exhausted.

Anyway, what harm could a stupid baby blanket do anyway?

And there you go. I hope you like it and I will do my best to bring you the next one sooner rather than later.

Next Chapter-Justin and Hank have a long conversation in a car about Bridget. Jimmy let's something slip to the confusion of the rest of the team and as a bomb explodes Hank has a frightening moment where he remembers how futile his own investigation was.