Hi, so here is another chapter and this one is one of the ones that I have agonised over writing so I really hope it came out well. I wanted to show the initialdisbelief and the reality which will sink into the next chapter so I hope you all enjoy this chapter.

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And some episodes of the Season 2 arc will be missed so that we can deal with this AU backdrop so please keep that in mind.

TRIGGER WARNINGS for the kidnapping of a minor and for cancer and subsequent death.

What Lies Buried

Chapter 9-Liar, Liar

Hank tries to piece things together and makes a decision that sees Bridget's world ripped apart. Al tells Jay the truth and Intelligence reals from secrets that have been buried far deep into the past.

May 2015

Al got him home. Trudy drove.

Getting Hank home in the state he was in was a considerable piece of work especially when it was taking all of his considerable effort trying not to ram the car off the road in shock.

Eventually they got back to the house in one piece and Hank sat on his couch still not saying much.

But he was walking now so that had to be a good thing.

"This whole time" Trudy said as she passed around the scotch (Hank took it though he didn't drink it nor did his eyes focus on anything other than what was in front of him).

"I know" Al said back.

"I mean—"

"I know"

"I knew" Hank said quietly. "I knew. I knew that she was…I knew there was something…I kept telling myself I was mad, that I was just seeing things but—" he looked up at Al and Al could see the utter desperation that was in his eyes and he felt something inside him yank at the sight of it.

"I told you, you were mad"

"Don't"

"Al—"

"You promised your wife…you promised Cam that you would stop. And…"

"And all along she was in my employment—hell Al I was paying her!"

Al nodded.

"She doesn't know"

"No shit"

"Hank you can't tell her right now—no listen, you go into this with your head off then she's going to run a mile. To say nothing of what Halstead will do"

"You think he doesn't know?" that was Trudy and Al rolled his eyes sitting down.

"Come on" he said sternly. "Jay couldn't keep a secret like that if his life depended on it. Besides he knows the same story she does, that she was abandoned on the side of the road like trash—"

"She wasn't" Hank said heavily. "I didn't…she wasn't"

"I know Hank." Al said back downing his scotch and pouring himself another one...rapidly. "We know. But she doesn't, Jay doesn't, this has got to be handed very carefully"

"What do you know about Jay's father?" Trudy asked.

"I don't know much. I know that his name is Pat. I know there's an older brother. I know that there is a mother but she's dead. I know that Bridget and Jay and probably the brother don't speak to him but that's all I've got"

Trudy nodded taking a sip of her drink.

"I can get all I can on him in the morning but…but what are you going to do about Halstead"

"Nothing" Hank said into the silence.

"Hank"

"No—Jay Halstead is a good cop, a brilliant cop, and a cop that couldn't lie to save his life. He has a place in my unit as long as he wants one. Regardless of what comes next"

And that seemed to settle that matter.

"Hank"

"Al" Hank said and he had heard that tone of voice in his friend that he had heard three times before, when Bridget had been taken, when Cam had died and when he had been about to go to prison and he had hid his fear from everyone and anyone except from his friend.

"Give us a second" he said to Trudy but she had downed her drink and was gone in seconds no doubt to get the complete works on Pat Halstead.

God help the fucker who got in her way.

The door shut behind her and Al sat down next to Hank.

"She's alive" Hank said finally.

"Yeah. Kicking and screaming"

"Just like she was…"

"I know"

"She looks like Cam—"

"I know Hank"

"I thought she was dead Al"

"I know" he said because he did. He had a lifetime of picking Hank up when it came to this.

"I should have checked. She was right there in front of me, she was right there, I always thought that when I saw her again I would know. That I would see her and a part of me would just…and…"

"And a part of you did and you also promised Cam you wouldn't. Hank you did everything right. Besides it was an unbelievable coincidence and…look we can sit down with Jay tomorrow and we can tell him what we know. Then we can take it forwards from there just, just promise me that you won't do anything stupid until then ok? Because we need to be really careful here, that girl…that girl is the only innocent one in this whole mess and we need to make sure that she doesn't run for the hills"

Hank said nothing for a second staring at the photo of his wife on the far wall and Al followed the gaze. Suddenly the resemblance between Camille and Bridget was suddenly obvious. In fact looking at the smiling best friend of his wife and thinking of the girl who had hid his coffee and who had made his own daughter hot chocolate and who had punched Edwin Stillwell in the face Al was surprised that it had not been obvious from the start.

(But it had been hadn't it? It had been right there in front of them and they had never gone down that road because they had been too scared. And now here they were.)

"She's beautiful" Hank said softly.

"She is absolutely beautiful"

"Yeah she is" Al said just as softly. "And a damn wicked temper to boot. Totally Cam's daughter"

Hank nodded and then he broke down into tears. It was sixteen years worth of panic and fear and terror and worry all mixed into one. It was the pain that Hank had been putting off since that night and then tripled by Camille's death. It was everything and anything and it was all at once and Al held his friend while he cried for the sixteen years lost with his daughter.

In hindsight maybe asking Hank to not do anything stupid was a bad idea.

He should have known. After all…what would he do if it was Lexie?

He knew the answer to that. That didn't meant that it wasn't hell for everyone involved.

Bridget was in school when the teacher got a message telling her Hank Voight was outside. It was not uncommon for her brother to pull her out of class, all of her teachers knew that he was a cop and there were emergencies that came with that and she wouldn't put it past Hank Voight to make sure that he was on that list as well so when her teacher tapped her on her shoulder and told her what was going on she felt a terrible sense of foreboding.

Hank was waiting for her as she got out of school.

He had a…wired look on his face. Like he was seeing her for the first time and it was frankly unnerving.

"Is it Jay?"

"What?"

"Jay"

"What about him?"

"Is there something wrong? Because you're here and I don't know why else you would be"

For a second she thought that she had offended him because something that was close to or probably was a spasm crossed his face.

But then he was smoothly impassive. The same smoothly impassive that he had been since she had met him.

"No Jay's fine. I…I came to find you"

"Ok…why?"

"I have to show you something"

"Hank…are you alright?"

Again there was that strange spasm across his face but then it was perfectly smooth once more.

"Of course I am Bridget. Now get in the car"

She got in the car of course but that didn't mean she did not, not text Jay.

Because something was wrong.

Something was very, very wrong.

"Al" Jay said staring at his phone. "Is there a reason that Voight just picked up my sister from school claiming I was on death's door"

The entire unit fell silent. Jay looked at Al for an explanation only to see that the older man had gone ashen.

"What?"

"Shit"

"What. Al what the hell is he doing with my sister?"

"Fuck" Al said shaking his head. "I told him to tread—never mind. Fuck…fuck…fuck…"

"AL!"

"He's going to tell her"

"Tell her what?"

Al looked at him as if trying to find the words to phrase what would come next and Jay was suddenly aware that something…everything…anything was going to change from here on out and he did not understand why. There was something between Hank and Al and his sister that had transpired from the previous night and had spilled out to this day and he was aware that everyone was looking at them and yet…

"Bridget"

"I know Al—"

"No…no you don't Jay. She's his Bridget"

For a second, one glorious, endless second Jay didn't understand what was going on and looking back he would realise that, that was the second that everything would change. From that moment on…from this moment on everything would change.

And yet when his brain caught up with him he still didn't get it.

"What?"

"Bridget, your sister, is his Bridget. She's his daughter. The one who went missing"

There was a long moment where Jay stared at him willing it to be a lie. He was consciously aware that Erin had her hands over her mouth. That Antonio's mouth was open, that Nadia was watching them with wide eyes as Kevin gestured at her to not ask any questions right now and he was aware that Adam was standing up watching them with wide eyes another person who had been there that night and had seen through outsider eyes the night it had all fallen apart.

And yet his brain couldn't commute. His brain couldn't catch up with what Al was saying because his Bridget, his baby sister, his dangerous, glamorous, adorable baby sister was not Hank Voight's daughter.

And yet.

And yet.

And yet…

"No"

"Yes"

"No Al…listen if he's ill, if he's having a breakdown—"

"He's not. Jesus Jay he found the blanket"

"What blanket?" he all but yelled.

"When Bridget Voight was taken she was wrapped in a baby blanket, a blue one with silk edges and her name embroidered on it. Your sister's got the same blanket"

"No—look if it was the same blanket then how…how didn't you know sixteen years ago?"

He was grasping at straws and he knew it.

"Because…because we never realised it to the press. We never released anything to the press. Not even the name. Back then…the least information that we released the more chances we got of it getting us a result."

Jay shook his head. It was impossible but yet…

How many times in the last few months had he looked at his boss and his sister and though they were alike? Hell just last week he had done so when Bridget had set her jaw and Hank had set his jaw and they had given each other those strange looks. He had thought it was down to whatever was going on between them to do with that Sitwell person and not because of…

He didn't know what to think.

He didn't know if he could even start to think…

He swallowed.

"Pat is a lot of things" he said finally. "I mean he is a lot of things but he's not the kind of man who could…he wouldn't…"

"Was there a birth trauma Jay? Was there something in your family that made him…that could have mad him…"

He wanted to open his mouth to scream no but the second that he did he remembered. After him, after Will there had been another baby before Bridget. All he could remember was that Mommy had gotten a little fatter. That there had been a new sibling coming to join them but then there hadn't been.

And then there had been Bridget and his mother had started smiling again. His Dad had never really been the same father that he had been before that. And Bridget…

It was insane.

But then again it wasn't.

Was it?

"Pat's not the type…my Mom is not the type…was not the type. She's—Al listen to me he's got it all wrong"

Al's expression was so impossible gentle that Jay didn't dare wonder what was on his face to make him look like that. He reached out to grip Jay's arm and he Jay thought that, that coupled with the expression on his face was a sign that made it's way through the mud and the fog and the confusion that was his brain right now even if nothing else didn't.

"Jay. I know you don't want to hear it. But it's true"

Jay ran his hands over his face thinking hard.

"Where would he take her?"

"I don't know"

"Al you have exactly five seconds and then I swear to God I will call this in as an attempted kidnapping so help me…"

"Jay I don't know—I swear on Lexie's life—"

"I know"

That was Erin and Jay pulled his face out of his hands to stare at his partner. She was white to the lips but resolute.

"He said once that if he ever found Bridget then he would take her to be reunited with her Mom. It was the one thing that he wished that he could do. Reunite her with Camille. Hell you remember Al he wanted to find her so desperately during that period that he would have done anything…if he's put the puzzle back together then I guarantee he's taken his daughter to where her mother was buried"

Jay bit down his immediate response which was to snap at his partner that his sister's mother was Anna Halstead and not Camille Voight but he didn't have the words, he didn't have any words right now other than the wash of confusion that had become his brain. He wanted someone to tell him this was complete and utter bullshit, he wanted Will to do it, for his father to do it, for Mouse to do it, hell at this point he would even take Eli popping up to do it. Because the notion that his father had kidnapped his bosses daughter and had passed her off as his own for sixteen years was beyond words or even thoughts.

Erin shot him a look full of anguish and then she reached for her car keys and Jay shot Al a look.

"Alright" he said finally. "Alright, Antonio try and find those missing girls, and whatever you do keep this off book until I get back ok—please—" he trailed off as Antonio who was looking horrified by the rapidly changing turn of events nodded and Jay realised that it was the first time any of them had heard Al use that tone of voice.

Suddenly he was being pushed down the stairs towards the car, Al seemed to be gripping one arm and Erin his hand and he didn't have it in him to appreciate that they were both giving him what support they could as his world had blown apart and they both knew that he was utterly innocent.

But not as innocent as Bridget.

Oh fuck.

Jay just hoped he could get to her before Hank Voight did.

He drove her to a cemetery.

What the actual fuck?

She was not sure what was going on and Jay had not text her back which was even more confusing and now she was in a graveyard following Hank Voight who had the strangest look on his face that reminded her of a man who on the brink of his world being changed for the rest of time. It was a strange expression on his face. Bridget looking at him felt a terrible sense of unease. That look on anyone's face was disturbing at the bests of times. On Hank Voight's face it was downright frightening.

He stopped at a grave on the right at the end of a row and Bridget stopped to staring at the name on the grave.

"Is this your wife?"

"Yes"

"Okay…and I'm here why?"

"You know when she got diagnosed I made myself this promise. That I would find our daughter and bring her home. I assume that you know the story—"

She nodded.

"And so I promised myself and I began the whole search all over again and you have no idea…" he shook his head his eyes closed and Bridget suddenly had a strong longing for Jay and Will. When she had been a kid she had hidden behind both of them. It was hard to believe that they were not here to protect her from whatever was coming next.

And something was coming next. She could feel it.

"And I started searching and I just couldn't…I couldn't put the pieces of the puzzle together and so I had to hold her in my arms as she died without ever once holding her daughter and i…"

"That's terrible" Bridget interrupted and it was, it was horrible, terrible, dreadful and yet she could not see what it had to do with her.

"Hank it's terrible but why are we—"

"And she asked me to stop looking" Hank said cutting across still staring at with that hunger in his gaze that was making her frankly unnerved.

"And so I did. I did because I loved her enough to stop but then…the night my daughter was taken from my arms we bought her a blanket. A really nice blanket—cost me a lot of money—"

And here his gaze on her was so intense she thought it would burn her from the look alone.

"And it was blue. Dark blue with silk blue edging and her name Bridget embroidered on it"

And suddenly she couldn't breathe.

"And I thought that I would never see it again, I checked, I even checked the storm drains and let me tell you that puts years on a man. But then I saw it again. Yesterday when you came back up to the office to take it. And I knew."

He made to take a step forwards but Bridget took several steps backwards even as her ankle connected with a gravestone and she nearly went flying. But his hand had already reached out and he was looking at her as if she was gold.

"Your my daughter Bridget" and his tone was filled with so much love and wonder that she really did have to wonder if he had gone mad. Even now as his hands were on her shoulders as if to ground her here she thought…

No.

No.

No.

And then it burst out of her.

"No!"

She pushed backwards away from him taking several steps backwards but he kept coming towards her and she couldn't understand…

Pat was a bastard, she would be the first person to admit that and she had known that she had been adopted since she was six and he had…there had been the funeral and she had been…but there was no way that Pat would just take a baby.

"I was abandoned by the side of the road like trash" she shouted feeling slightly sick and hysterical.

"I was…I am not…no!"

"You are. And I think you know it"

"KNOW IT?" She all but screamed and she was relieved to see that this at least got him to stop with some distance between them.

"Are you mad? I mean have you legitimately lost your mind? You think that just because I have a blanket that…you think that my Dad—"

"I AM YOUR DAD!"

He practically roared it at her and for the first time she had met Hank Voight she felt utterly terrified of him. But she was Bridget Halstead and she was not going to intimidated into believe this complete bullshit.

"NO YOUR NOT!" She yelled back.

And then before he could do anything another voice cut across the graveyard and it was the voice of the one person she wanted her with her more than anything in the last ten minutes.

"BRIDGET"

She turned and it was Jay sprinting between the gravestones looking wild around the eyes. He had looked like this once before and that had been when he had first gotten back from Afghanistan.

He ran straight past her though, it was a blur of Jay and Voight and then Voight's head snapped back and Jay was clutching his knuckles as Erin skidded to stop next to her.

"Shit Jay."

Jay was coming back and he grabbed her by the arm dragging her back towards the car as Erin went to Voight. Bridget looked around though why she didn't know why.

He was still looking at her with those eyes that seemed to bleed a pain that she had never seen before. He was struggling against Erin who was trying to calm him down but Jay was tugging her arm and she stopped looking at him trying to block out the intense burning almost agonising look in his face as he stared at her.

And then Alvin Olinsky was standing in Jay's way.

"Al" Jay growled.

"Jay listen we can't just…"

"Al so help me I am not above hitting you—"

"Jay you can't just walk away from this and take her technically she's not your sister anymore, technically you don't have custody anymore—"

There was a terrible silence and through the tears that were falling rapidly she knew from the look on his face that Al knew that he had dropped an almighty bollock.

"Jay that's not what I meant—"

"Fuck you, Al, you wanna arrest me for kidnapping go ahead but this…he took her from school Al. And we don't know anything—"

"Then let's find out"

That was Erin and she was coming back now dragging Voight with her and how quickly Voight had stopped being Hank and had gone back to being Voight. He was still looking at her and Bridget twisted so that she was not looking at him. Jay's arm around her tightened as she moved and she realised that he was shielding her behind his back as he faced off against his partner, his boss and another detective for her.

She sniffed against the back of his shirt. Christ…she was going to cost him his job all because Hank Voight was having some sort of episode and Good Lord could she just stop crying!

"Erin"

"No look…whatever happened sixteen years ago there is one person who knows the truth. If your Dad was involved Jay then we need to find out, will he be at home right now?"

There had been a game on last night and Bridget who was aware with just how much her Dad could drink during a game (and how quickly he had gone from Pat to her Dad) then he would still be sleeping it off.

Jay knew that too.

"He'll be at home"

"Ok. Then let's just ask him. Jay…let's just ask him"

Bridget was still shaking so she didn't see the look that passed between the two of them.

"Fine. But she goes in my car. And he goes in yours"

"Fine. Can you lead us there?"

"Yes"

And then he was gone dragging her back to the car.

"Sorry" she said finally once she got into the car and wiped her eyes.

Jay twisted so that he was looking at her.

"You have nothing to be sorry about do you hear me, nothing. And fuck whatever Al said back then, you are my sister. You are mine and Will's sister and we will fight to the death to make sure that you stay with us. I'd kill the world for you, and though he doesn't look it Will can through a great punch, plus I've always thought it was kinda awesome how he could knock a guy unconscious and take his leg off at the drop of a hat"

Bridget let out a watery laugh.

"Jay…what…what if he's…"

"No. No we are not going to do that." he said shaking his head.

"We are not going to go there until we speak to Pat. This might be a giant misunderstanding"

But as he started the car she wondered if he actually believed that.

"Jay. What happened the night he found me?"

"I don't know" he said his jaw set and his eyes blazing and and she knew he was watching out of the corner of his eye the car behind them that was tailing them with dogged strength.

"But as God as my witness Bridge we are damn well going to find out"

And there we go. I hope that you enjoy this chapter and I will hopefully do my best to bring you the next one sooner rather than later.

Next Chapter-Pat Halstead is forced to relieve the night it all changed, Hank is almost feral with rage and grief and Bridget gets her life turned upside down. Also Al and Meredith deal with events in their own different way.