Hi, so here is another chapter and this is the last one of the Season 1 arc. I hope you enjoy this as much as I have and I will bring you the next chapter which will be the start of Season 2 and the beginning of the end.

Disclaimer-Nothing here is mine just the character of Bridget.

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And Trigger Warnings for kidnapping and cancer.

What Lies Buried

Chapter 6-Carry On

As we reach the end of the Season One arc-Stillwell returns, Hank may, may commit murder to keep Jay's sister safe, Al has opinions and suspicions, Pulpo takes a trip to the docks and as she lays dying Camille Voight wants a promise from her husband about her daughter that will define his actions well after she has gone.

March 2015

They made it upstairs in shock. Belden was dead. Antonio was in the ER in surgery, three rookies were dead and Pulpo had escaped with his wife and son and at this point Jay didn't know if they were victims or accomplice. And he knew Voight was pissed.

Bridget had not gone with them to the hospital and as they had ran to their cars to see if Antonio was going to survive Jay had yelled at a rookie to get up there to stay with his sister and then he'd been gone. Bridget who had been leaning against Voight's office door with a sombre expression took one look at him and went white around the mouth.

"Is he dead?" she asked the room at large.

"No" Adam said before Jay could. "He's Antonio, he's going to be fine. Right now we need to focus on Pulpo"

Whatever they were going to say was effectively cut off when Voight came storming up the stairs. Bridget slid out of her hiding place and went to her desk her dark hair covering her face in a move she had used when she was six to hide away cookies. As Voight started talking about how it was an attack and how they dealt with people who attacked them, Jay pondered on the fact that Bridget's whole covering her face with her hair routine to hide the fact she was listening to every word didn't work then and certainly didn't work now and then Olinsky coughed once effectively ending his thought process.

Voight looked at him and Jay saw his head turn a fraction and he knew the game was up.

"Hey Bridget go get some coffee"

Bridget peered up pushing her hair back behind her ears and eyed Voight with a look that meant nothing good.

"You know I don't drink coffee right…I drink tea and all of that is in the breakroom. And downstairs is a mess of officers and CSU so…"

"So go into the interrogation room and stay there. Now"

For a moment Bridget set her jaw and eyed Voight. Voight did the same thing and Jay watching them felt a flicker of unease. Looking at them both it was unnerving to realise just how alike the two of them were. For a second Bridget looked as if she was going to argue but she caught his eye instead. He nodded and she stood up grabbing her laptop and moving towards the interrogation room.

"Alright" Voight said turning around once she had gone and they heard the door slam behind them. "When we find Pulpo, I want him handing over to me and Al"

And Jay suddenly understood perfectly why Voight had sent his sister away.

"Oh am I allowed to come out and join you Gods?" Bridget snapped as Jay opened the door. She had been very aggressively typing on her keyboard and had finished her Science worksheet, her History essay and had re-written twice her conclusion to her English study and had been debating weather she was really that desperate as to start working on her math homework when Jay opened the door.

"Yeah" Jay said shortly. "Were heading out so it's just you but downstairs is clear and when I come back I want you to go home"

"Why is Voight gonna kill someone"

Jay said nothing and Bridget stopped dead.

"Oh Jesus Fucking Christ Jay is he?"

"No" Jay said shortly but Bridget was sure he was lying.

"Look" she said grabbing his arm and forcing him to turn and look at her.

"Just…just be careful ok, please don't do anything stupid. I know it's your job and all but…one guys already down and one's craving blood. Just come home Jay and we can have pizza tonight and beer"

He smiled that genuine smile he reserved only for her. "Well I can have the beer I suppose. But if were having pizza let's skype Will and show him all the cheese and meat toppings we have"

"So he can moan about how we'll be dead before were thirty two?"

"Absolutely" he said slinging an arm around her and pulling her close.

"Seriously Jay be careful. I mean Voight's ok on a good day but…he's not worth getting shot over"

"Always am careful sis" he said casually. Bridget wondered if perhaps she was the only person who noticed that he didn't comment on the fact that Voight was still looking utterly dangerous.

She had been pulling out the Pulpo files going back years (and there were hundreds of the bloody things) getting them ready for when Intelligence came back. She had just pulled them out of the file room and was bringing them to the main squad room when she saw Jin come out of Voight's office. Ducking behind the cabinets she watched as he walked down the stairs and then she followed him into the office. It looked perfectly persevered but there was something odd sticking out of the desk. She ran her fingers underneath it and caught it with her nail. Bending down Bridget stared at it. She had no idea what it was but she knew it wasn't very good.

And then she remembered what Voight had said that day in his kitchen.

"I know I have a mole in my unit. I just don't know who it is"

Jesus.

Just as she was coming to the obvious conclusion she heard footsteps coming up the stairs and not wanting to be seen in Voight's office she quickly went back to her own desk.

"Well…well…well…Bridget Halstead. Hard at work I see"

She turned her blood going to ice.

There was Stillwell smiling all like the bloody devil he was.

"What do you want?" she said not bothering to keep the rudeness in her tone down to a low level.

"Tsk…didn't your fake Mommy teach you manners"

"What do you want"

"Hank Voight"

"He's not here"

"No I know where he is. I want information on him and I want you to get it."

"Why? You already have someone up here. Two if you count your girlfriend"

She was pleasantly surprised to see the look of surprise momentarily cross Stillwell's face.

"You know the damage you do to Mia's career if she's labelled a rat right?"

"Like I care"

"Jesus you're a dick"

"Have you thought about my offer?"

"Yes, answer still not changed. I am not ratting out Voight" she said turning around so that her back was once again to him and she picked up the files to being putting them down on desks.

Stillwell gave a long sigh as if he had been expecting that one.

"Well then I suppose I'd should have expected that. And you should expect this."

She turned just as his hand came up and then she was only aware of a blinding pain somewhere between her cheek and her eye and that she speed and force of it knocked her head into the corner of Adam's desk because Stillwell had raised his foot and stomped directly on her bad knee and she crumpled.

Face and leg in agony she turned to see him watching her with that smug look and she had never hated anyone more than she had hated anyone more than she had hated him in that moment.

"I wasn't kidding little girl when I said I know you. You're the weak link in the glorious chain that is Intelligence and if I have to break you then I will"

"Fuck you"

Stillwell stepped forwards and she gripped the edge of the desk face throbbing and forced herself to her feet even as her knee really, really wanted to remain on the ground.

"I am never going to go away" he said into her ear. "I am always going to be in your head. Sooner or later you better just learn to enjoy it—Ow!"

Bridget had just punched him.

If there was one thing that Jay, Pat and Will all agreed on it was that she grow up learning how to fight. Will was next to hopeless other than pointing out that if she ever got the chance to stab her assailant she should aim for the kidney's. Her father had taught her how to throw a great punch but it was Jay who had given her more than a few self defence lessons and she made a mental note to thank him for it because it was clearly paying off in this moment right here.

Actually come to think of it she should thank all three of them.

"I am a Halstead from Canaryville you uptight rich prick" she hissed. "I know more about fighting dirty than you ever will and I swear to God if you come near me again I will personally throw you off the tallest building there myself"

"Don't threaten me you stupid little bitch" he snarled clutching his nose.

And then another voice entered the conversation.

"Oh I wouldn't say she was threatening you Edwin"

It was Voight.

Bridget genuinely could have cried.

He was leaning against the wall looking calmly murderous (and it that wasn't an oxymoron then she didn't know what was) Stillwell went a shade whiter and Bridget was pleased to see that his nose was dripping blood all over his suit.

"Voight"

"Stillwell" Voight said pleasantly. "Get out"

"I am speaking to a potential—"

"You have just assaulted a minor in a police station. To say nothing of the fact that you turned up at her apartment the other night—oh yes I know about that as well. So get out of my prescient and I will deal with you later."

"You can't stop me"

"Watch me. One of my unit's in the hospital and you've just beaten another member. So help me if I catch one whiff of you around Bridget again they won't find your body"

Shit now he was getting really angry. Actually it was rather comforting. Angry Voight meant that she was probably going to be safe. Angry Voight meant something.

She liked angry Voight.

Stillwell looked between both of them mutinous.

"See you've gone and got yourself another loyal street rat Hank."

"Damn right he has you piece of shit"

Stillwell shot her a look like he was itching for her throat. Considering nine times out of ten that was the way Pat looked at her Bridget was not overly concerned.

Hank Voight looked like he might be trying hide a smile.

Stillwell stalked off in a huff and Bridget swallowed. She was not going to have another break down in front of Hank Voight. The first time was excusable. The second time was just embarrassing.

"Tell me the truth" Bridget said as it was just the two of them in the room. "Did I really break his nose?"

"I'd say you did a hell of a job trying"

She tried to laugh but then her knee gave out and it was only Hank catching her that managed to keep her off the floor.

"Come on" he said holding her steady. "Let's get you looked at."

Bridget hadn't moved so much as an inch as he finished putting on the last butterfly strip.

"Ok so how bad does it look?" she asked finally.

"Like you took a fall in the file room"

Bridget stood up and managed to walk to the mirror to check. Stillwell's backhand had caught her around the cheek which was bruising brilliantly and his ring had given her a small cut under her eye.

"Well it could have been worse" she said reaching for her bag and pulling out a small white bag that looked well loved and Hank knew (from both his wife and Erin) contained make up.

She began doing…well something with a large face brush to hide the bruises and he sat watching her out of the corner of his eye.

He had come back to see if there was anything in the files. Most of the team had gone after the wife who had finally realised that there was little point in raising a child on the run and he had come upstairs to see Bridget Halstead barely holding herself up and Sitwell practically on top of her.

It had taken all of his self-control not to shoot the fucker right there and then.

He had not really needed to because with a punch that would have made every cop in the prescient proud she's managed to break his nose and then go on about Canaryville in such a way that Hank had suspected had she called for it the entire borough would have come out for her.

There was something about this girl. Granted he would have defended any of his team had they had Stillwell breathing down their necks but there was something about Bridget that made him want to go into a mode that he had last used with Justin and quite frankly never wanted to use again. Erin had been a different circumstance and after her he had said he wasn't going to go that far with a teenager ever again. But there was something about Jay's sister that pulled at him so strongly that it was taking all of his considerable effort not to pull her into his arms and hug her until his heart rate raced down.

Fatherly feelings for a dark haired sixteen year old girl called Bridget was not something he needed especially when it could only lead to more gut wrenching heartache.

To be honest he was getting a bit to tired of inflicting pain on himself.

He had been doing it for sixteen years.

"Better?"

"Huh…oh yeah, can barely see the bruising, what are you going to do about the leg"

"It's stiff again not too bad. If Jay asks I'll say I fell in the file room and banged it up again. Nobody whose seen that room will deny it's not a possibility."

"Ok"

"You said you were gonna handle him"

"And I will"

"When? When he next tries to kill me? Because I don't think he's gonna let me punch him again."

"He's not gonna try and kill you. Things are in place for me to deal with Stillwell."

She said nothing but just looked at him with a gaze that was frankly unnerving.

"What does that mean?"

"It means…don't worry about it is what it means"

Bridget said nothing but then nodded.

"Oh by the way" she said sailing past him. "I know who your mole is. The guy who put a microphone in your office"

"Huh—wait what?"

Catching Pulpo was the easy part. The look on Jay Halstead's face when he somehow disappeared was another. Adam, Kevin, Erin they seemed to take the motto of blind, deaf and dumb but Jay looked at him with that same frank gaze his sister had which told Hank that he knew what he was doing and that he wouldn't forget it.

Christ these two were unsettling him today.

Al said nothing as they got the warehouse. They had done this before once though he knew his friend had nightmares about that.

Browning was a conversation killer for Al.

Pun intended.

"Can I ask you something" Al said finally.

"What?"

"Bridget looked like she'd caught a fist to the face. I know she said that she fell and I know Jay believed it only because he's worried about this but…"

"Stillwell"

"Shit. He sees her as the weak link?"

"She's underage, she's new to the unit, you can see his reasoning. But he vastly underestimated her. She broke his nose. And she said she was loyal to me"

Al snorted into his beer which was good as it allowed Hank time to pretend that Bridget's loyalty to him was not something he was rather touched by.

But Al saw through it. Al always saw through it. There was a reason why Trudy joked that Al was his priest as well as his friend.

"She get's to you doesn't she?"

"Yes"

"Same way Erin did"

"Not the same way no"

Al nodded. He had a way of picking apart the one word answers and getting to the bottom of things in a way not even Camille could have done.

"Because when you look at her you see your Bridget?"

He ran a finger around the top of the bottle staring at it.

"Yes"

Al shifted and the chair creaked.

"Hank I am going to say something now and I want you to listen. Bridget Halstead is the same age, has the same name and was the adoption was finalised a year after your Bridget went missing but she was found according to his testimony at the hearing dumped on the side of the road almost two weeks after your baby went missing. Hell her freaking birthday is the same"

Hank stared at him.

"And? You want a tally on how many girls were born that night? Cause I can give you that Al"

"Girls called Bridget"

"She lives in Canaryville with an Irish father Al. Do you think I have not looked at her and wondered! You think I didn't stare at her coffee mug thinking I could get at DNA sample? Do you think I like getting my heart smashed in two every time it comes back negative! AND I PROMISED CAMILLE I WOULD STOP"

Great now he was yelling.

Al said nothing for a second.

"You can't replace the girl you lost with Jay's sister" he said finally.

"I know. You warned me about that when I brought home Erin"

"I know. But Hank—"

"Al. Do you honestly think she's still alive?"

It wasn't a question where Al could answer. He had long ago stopped trying to answer and Hank had long ago stopped asking. But he couldn't stop himself this time and it was more incredulity than anything else.

"I…Hank I honestly don't know I just think there are things with this girl that don't add up and she looks like Cam—my God when the two of you had your jaws set this morning it was like being back in 1995 when you and her, had, had that big fight and she wouldn't let you back in the house for three days. Honestly I look at the girl and I think I'm going senile sometimes. I'm just…I just…I just wondered that's all"

It was a lame excuse.

"I'm tired Al" he confessed. "I've been hoping on and off this train since that nightmare of a day and I don't have the energy to do it anymore. I just…I always thought I would know her when I saw her. And I shouldn't have let Halstead's sister come up and work for me. She's a great kid and she's throwing me off. And yet…I look at her and for one second…and I guess I need that one second more than I thought I did. But I don't wanna steal her coffee mug only to be disappointed and freak her out—not to mention Jay. I mean he's only looking for a reason to turn me in"

"No he's not" Al said confidently. "He's loyal. You just…you gotta give him something Hank. Because right now he doesn't know if he fears you or trusts you. And he looks at Erin and wonders what the hell you are to inspire that kind of loyalty"

"Did you speak to him about this?" He asked suspicion creeping in.

Now it was Al's turn to look down at his beer bottle.

"Jesus Al"

"I just asked why his sister was adopted and he and his brother weren't."

"Oh well done Al. That's not gonna panic or confuse the rather brilliant detective is it?"

"Actually he said—"

"What?"

"Well he said that they were planning to adopt. Well his mother was, father wasn't too keen on it and that his Mother lost a baby which cemented it. He didn't know to much about it but the baby was already named Bridget when the Dad brought her home. Apparently the birth mom's choice and they just never got around to changing it. I got the impression there was more to it but Erin was telling him to get his ass in the car so he did."

"Oh so a perfectly reasonable explanation for the whole fucking lot. Thanks Al, not like you could have started with that in the beginning could you" he snapped. Al said nothing but instead swigged down a mouthful of his beer looking rather pensive.

Hank didn't care.

He really, really didn't care.

January 14th, 2003

Erin met him at the door.

She dressed in jeans and a jumper that had seen better days and there was a hazy look about her that made him wonder if she'd been taking something to get through this but he realised dimly kicking off his boots that it was tears.

"Justin's up there with her." Was all she said. "She said she needed to speak to us all alone. I spoke to her this morning and—" she let out a strangled kind of noise and looked away until she had herself under control.

"She wants to speak to you when she's done"

He knew why. Damn it he knew why.

He thought about getting the hell out but chances are Erin would just ring Al and Al would throw him in the trunk to get him back here.

Also he needed to be here. He had been putting this off for too long.

There was the slamming of a door upstairs that told Hank that Justin had gone straight into his room and probably wouldn't be coming out of it again all night. Erin's mouth trembled but she got a grip of herself moving so she was in the kitchen in an attempt to hide her face. It was clear what he was supposed to do.

He was supposed to go upstairs and hold his wife while she was dying and pretend that his children were not falling apart in separate rooms of his house.

He was supposed to go and tell her that he had failed.

Again.

Since the diagnosis he had felt like he was running a race. Since the last doctor they had seen it had felt like he was running that race tenfold.

It was really rather simple.

He had to find his daughter and bring him home before his wife died.

Al had looked horrified when Hank had told him that but he had helped. Jimmy too when he could and Trudy. There was no way after five years he was getting a manhunt out of the department but the four of them had gone over the files time and time again going over things that they had missed each time coming up blank.

There was nothing.

And now there was this.

She was in bed when he got there, in the few hours he had been gone he could see how much worse she was but her smile despite being frail was far, far more loving than he deserved.

And he did not deserve much.

"Hey" he said sliding into bed with her—she still fit perfectly into his arms—

"Sorry I was late"

"Don't be. Still alive aren't I?"

He opened his mouth and then closed it.

"You've been out looking again"

"No" he lied.

"Hank"

"Ok fine but…wait…how did you even know?"

"Meredith. She came round this morning while you were out and told me. Little Lexie is so beautiful. Anyway Al was struggling with it all I think and he told her that you were still looking for Bridget" she shot him a rather fond look.

"What did you think finding her would magically cure me?"

He shrugged.

Camille smiled though her eyes were bright with tears.

"Hank I need you to promise me something. And if your promises to me have ever meant anything then I need you to do this one thing—"

"If it's forgiveness then—"

"No. I forgave you the second it happened all those years ago. I won't lie and say there wasn't a good chunk of time where I thought about killing you but then that's marriage for you. And if I thought I could get you to forgive yourself then I would have asked for it years ago. No…I'm going to ask you to do something else. Something that will be even harder I fear but I need you to do it"

"What?"

"Let her go"

"Who" he said though he already knew the answer.

"Bridget. Let her go. Stop searching for her. Stop trying to find her. Stop all of it and live your life"

He nearly leapt of the bed.

Nearly. She must have known what his reaction was going to be because she reached out and grabbed his hand. He noticed that it was white and thin like, like a pale spider and he had to choke back the grief that was already beginning to overwhelm him and she hadn't even…

No.

"Cam I can't let…I'm the one that messed up"

"As I have told you so many times I might as well put it on my grave, the only person responsible for Bridget was the man who took her. And Hank though all I want in this world is to see my baby girl…" her voice wobbled a little but she carried on regardless.

"I know that's not going to happen. I have known it for a long time so please don't ruin what's left of your life by hunting down a ghost. Not when…not when I choose to think about a happier ending"

"A happier ending?"

She tugged him back down so that he was holding her again.

"Oh yes. I think so. I think…I wish…she was safe you know? That someone found her and didn't realise what was going on and that they raised her and loved her and that she had a Mom who took her shopping and held her hand on the first day of school even if that wasn't me. That she gets to do stupid things like drink vodka and cut class and wear short skirts and flirt with boys—"

"Less of the boys in my dreams"

Camille laughed though it was broken by a racking cough. Her hands gripped into his shirt though there was very little force behind it.

"And I know I'm going to see her again. So Hank please, please let it go. Let it go and just think of that. Of the perfect life."

He didn't think he understood it, he didn't think he would ever understand it. Especially considering the fact that what had more than likely happened to their daughter was beyond even endurance just to think about it.

"Hank" she said correctly interpreting his silence and speaking in the firmest voice she had used in a long time. "I need you to promise me this. And I need you to mean it."

Even though it felt like it was ripping his whole body in two.

"I promise you"

Camille didn't say anything. She knew as much as he did how much this would cost him and he knew why she was asking it of him.

"Mom?"

It was Justin. Erin was behind him but instead of coming fully into the room she slid down the wall her legs up against her chin and her head resting on her arms watching.

Justin sat down on the bed and linked his fingers with his Mom's.

"Can you do something for me? If you get to see Bridget again. Will you tell her I said hi?"

"Course I will Justin"

And that night surrounded by her loved ones the one promise she wanted out of her husband, Camille Voight died.

She never did get to see her daughter.

March 2015

"Hey"

Jay pulled him out of his thoughts sitting down on the barstool and looking very much as if he was being handed a one way trip to Afghanistan.

"Your going to hear me out first"

"I work in the moment" Hank began already knowing what he was going to say.

"And sometimes, sometimes I get it wrong"

Jay blinked.

"Oh"

"Yeah"

They ordered drinks. Jay still looked a little stunned.

"You gonna tell me what's going on with my sister now?"

"Your sister's fine"

Jay downed his fifth.

"You'd tell me if she wasn't wouldn't you?"

"Course I would. You're her big brother"

Jay said nothing.

Hank wasn't sure if that was just sad or insulting.

"You'd like this kid" he said to the smooth marble. "You'd really like her. She's smart. She's really smart and got a mean right hook on her. Like Erin only less in need of help. And more able to communicate. And get this…her name's Bridget"

The smooth marble headstone where his wife was buried said nothing. Hank took another swig from the bottle.

"I know. Don't worry Al's picking me up but…but this kid. I don't know I just look at her and I think that's what our girl should have been like."

He paused.

"It's probably pointless I know. She's probably up there with you and my Dad driving him mad but…I don't know. Be nice to know that you know? Find a body, and yet the thought of finding a body…"

He paused scanning the horizon for the specific car he was looking for.

"Al's here. He's been annoyed with me. I nearly did another Browning. But I think I got Jay Halstead to kind of like me so that's got to be a good thing. And I have to deal with another pest."

He imagined what his wife would say to that and rolled his eyes.

"I know. I know. I'll be careful"

He sat there feeling the wet grass and then stood up. He'd tell her he loved her but Camille being Camille would tell him she already knew and that she didn't need to hear it. Ironically he had always been the one who had needed the assurance that she loved him. With him she had just known.

Al flashed his lights. Clearly he was still angry with him over the whole bringing up the dead partner thing. Considering Hank had listened to him bringing up the possibility of his missing daughter being alive he supposed he was even but then again he was not in the mood to walk home.

And with that he turned on his heel leaving behind his wife and his heart in a cemetery.

He got the call about Jin in the morning

And there you go, I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I look forwards to the next one.

Next Chapter-Stillwell is dealt with, Jay takes on a gangster and puts his own life at risk, Bridget meets both Nadia and Sean Roman and events are put in place that will change the course of several people's worlds.