Hi, so here is another chapter and I hope that you enjoy this chapter and the next one, and please let me know what you think.

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And some TRIGGER WARNINGS for Greg Yates (he deserves his own separate warning)

And forgive me for Nadia-A character that is a joy to write and who deserved more.

And TRIGGER WARNINGS for multiple uses of foul language.

What Lies Buried

Chapter 15-One Can Only Hope

Intelligence takes a case that sees the return of Olivia Benson, Will questioned as a suspect in a murder. A loss to the Intelligence Team, Hank and Jay's worst nightmare playing out in front of them and Bridget placed in the worst danger she has ever been in. TRIGGER WARNINGS.

December 2015

"BRIDGEY!"

Bridget that morning was not in what you would call the best mood mainly because she had been battling a monster of a math test that she was sure she had failed and for reasons she was sure she was going to hate she kept being told she could be excused if she went and saw the guidance counsellor.

As if her life wasn't crappy enough.

So as she walked into Intelligence she nearly dropped her iced latte (a girl needed a change on mornings such as this) when she saw who was there standing next to Jay.

"Mousy?"

"Heya kiddo"

Mouse still had the upper body strength he'd kept in the military even if he didn't have the haircut anymore and he still easily lifted Bridget off her feet. It was nice. Mouse was nice. He had been with Jay in the trenches—literally and he had come home with him. There had been times—both living with Pat and living with Jay when she had seen Jay come home with Mouse clearly out of it and many a morning where she had watched him scoff down the eggs she had made.

Mouse was more family than Pat was.

Not that that was much but still.

The team dispersed on a case and Bridget went to go through the files that she still had to process. This years were a nightmare mainly because they tended to still be open cases.

"It was nice of you to give Mouse a job" she said not looking up as Hank came back up with Al.

"Yeah I'm all heart"

She rolled her eyes.

Nadia who had come back with coffee caught her eye and grinned.

"Hey do you have anything on next week?" she asked. "Like after school or anything?"

"Nothing why?"

"Well I was just hoping I could get everyone together for a surprise party for Lindsey's thirtieth and I could use some help with planning"

Bridget nodded. In truth she was only half listening.

"Sure"

Nadia beamed.

Honestly sometimes it was like sunshine in a cup.

It was funny how the cases that were something—that were always something turned out to start as nothing.

It had started at 51—it had been a fire that they had turned into a rape and a murder and it had flagged the attention of Olivia Benson. Bridget who had been sat at the table rolled her eyes. Will who had been spearing a piece of pasta on a fork looked up.

"And she is?"

"Special Victims Unit legend from New York"

Will said nothing for a second.

"I think I met her partner—Stabler something—strange guy in New York"

"Why?" Bridget asked tilting her head to the side. Will shrugged. "I lived in New York kid—reality was girls went missing, and some of them were nurses. They questioned everyone. Just doing their job"

But Jay wondered if that was the entire story. Granted Will and he had not been the best of the boy scouts but they had also managed to stay on the straight and narrow—considering what their father was doing time for was a minor miracle.

Will look another mouthful of pasta though and engaged Bridget on a conversation about Erin and Jay let the thoughts of New York slip from his mind because…Bridget would sell him down the river at a moments notice if it meant that Will could take the piss out of him.

Because. Siblings.

"So I want to run something by you"

Those words out of Olivia Benson's mouth never tended to go well.

Hank had known that but to be honest he was drawing a blank on this case and it was beginning to itch at him. Cases like these were horrific enough but it was the fact that the victims were young enough and looked enough like his daughter for her to be one that was sticking with him.

"Go one"

"Will Halstead. He's the brother of your Detective and…"

"And my daughter yeah go on"

"Right. Well my partner questioned him when a nurse went missing in New York and it turns out that he is newly moved to Chicago and…and…he knew the nurse there."

Hank processed that for a second.

His first thought was that honestly he didn't think the kid had it in him but then again…how many rabbit holes did that lead you down?

His second thought was that Bridget was going to be pissed.

Royally pissed. Like Camille pissed and though she didn't do it very often when his wife got pissed off it made life so deeply unpleasant that it was not worth living for quite some time.

"Aha"

"Now I know it's your house and I also know it's your family and I don't want to disrespect you but—"

"You want to ambush Will Halstead"

She pulled a face but Hank shrugged.

"It's ok you can call it what it is"

"Yeah I wanna ambush Will Halstead. And I would like to do it without his sister and his brother present"

"Yeah like that's gonna happen"

She pulled a face.

"I get that you and Bridget have been making great strides"

"Yeah we have"

"And I know that you want that to continue"

"I do"

"But—but I have been carrying this one around for a long time."

He knew that too. He had known of cases that he had carried around for a long time. It was just always one step forwards, two steps back with Bridget and accusing her brother of rape and murder was not going to be two steps back more like two hundred.

Jay…well…Hank had already once had his jaw nearly broken by Jay. He was not in the mood for another one.

And yet…

There were three girls in Chicago that they knew off, two in New York, God only knows how many in between and a serial rapist and killer on the loose.

And he could not have that.

"Call him in"

She looked at him with sympathy.

"Blame me if you want Hank, she already doesn't like me"

Hank didn't think that would work but it was a thought nonetheless.

Jay was signing the card—frantically—while Bridget was standing guard.

"Alright done" he said shoving it at her just as the sound of the gate opened. She ran back to her desk and had just sat down when Hank came through and both Halstead children were looking as if butter wouldn't melt.

Olivia Benson followed.

"Jay, did your brother know the nurse at Chicago Med?"

Jay looked up.

So did Bridget.

"Yeah but he didn't know her that well. He's only been here three months"

"Yeah but, any information we can get would be great, can you ask him to come in?"

"Bridge call Will"

"Sure."

She smiled at Voight but for once he didn't smile back. Bridget didn't seem to notice but Jay did. Voight always smiled back didn't matter what mood he was in. This was Bridget, Voight always smiled back.

That, in hindsight should have been his first warning.

"Bridget can you take down the pictures and the notes please and file them so I can use them"

Bridget turned.

"Sure—do you have a suspect?"

"Maybe"

She smiled at him and began pulling down pictures from the wall.

Hank sighed.

This was going to be hell.

Jay watched Will go into the room with Benson and Voight and then turned. And stopped. Dead.

"Bridget where the fuck is the information?"

"Hank wanted to take it—"

"Does he have a suspect?"

"He said maybe. Then Will came up—Jay—why are you looking like that"

Because he knew…he knew…

He turned and stalked down the length of the office and opened the door just in time for Benson to ask Will if he had an alibi.

Oh hell no.

"Sarge she's ambushing my brother"

Voight looked at him.

Son of a—

"You knew" he breathed.

"What's going on?"

Bridget had arrived and Jay felt a savage sense of pleasure that she was here because this on top of everything else was just too much.

"What's going on is Olivia Benson is fitting Will up for rape and murder and your Dad here knew about it"

For a second there was a deathly silence in which Voight managed to convey in one look more violence than Jay had seen nations do with armies, Will looked from Benson to him in utter surprise and Bridget went as still as stone. Jay met his bosses eyes…he had stared down snipers he was could stare down Voight.

"Hang on what now?"

There was a silence.

Bridget kicked the door.

"Can someone please tell me what is going on!"

Good she was pissed.

"Your brother was in New York when my victim was missing, he was questioned by my partner, he came to Chicago just at the time that the murder—"

That was Olivia Benson.

Bridget laughed. It was not a nice laugh.

"You are obsessed with the men in my life aren't you. Jesus look…if you want to fuck him—" she said pointing at Voight, "Just fuck him, don't fuck over everyone else in the process"

Wait…what?

Voight and—

Oh he was going to need a drink.

A strong, strong drink.

"Watch it Bridge"

"Don't call me Bridge" she snapped. "Family calls me Bridge. Seargent"

Voight said nothing. He didn't need to. Jay thought that perhaps she had hurt him beyond words. Bridget tended to do that, she knew what the soft spots were and she rammed her boot through it.

Hard.

And this time he couldn't blame her. One conversation, one honest conversation between his boss and him and this whole thing could have been avoided.

"You could have just been straight with us" he said quietly.

"Can you just write—"

That was Olivia Benson and yeah—Jay was done.

So was Bridget.

"Nah" he said throwing the pad across the room and grabbing Will by the elbow at the exact same time Bridget started with an "—Are you fucking kidding me?"

"Jay" Will shouted. "Look it's fine, they can ask whatever they want"

"Oh don't kid yourself" Bridget snapped. "They're going to fit you up for it and then go for drinks and a quickie"

"Look!" Will shouted. "I love you both I do but Bridget if this was you I'd want someone pressing me. Just…ask me whatever you want ok"

"Yeah they can but not now" Jay said throwing Will towards the door. "Right now I need to be with you and I can't do that without putting someone through a window so just walk before Bridge re-enacts St Paddy's day 2010"

"Jesus" Will muttered but he walked all the same.

"Well that went well"

Hank said nothing.

"Hank listen we had to ask him—"

"Yeah I know that. Just…just didn't think it would be that painful"

"Do you think we can get a statement out of them both?"

He shrugged.

"Jay will get something out of Will. Of course the three of them might not speak to me for the next ten years but—"

Olivia said nothing.

Jay came back in after a coffee, sending Will home with Bridget and several deep breathing exercises that Mouse made him practice. They were both in the office together and Jay reminded himself that he really didn't want to transfer.

He didn't bother knocking.

"Will was at home when the house went up in flames. Bridget was with him and my building has security footage. As for New York his story has not changed since the last time he was asked."

Olivia Benson looked at him in that calm way.

"Okay"

"He will sign a statement that has been read by me. Once he's done that anything else goes through me or a lawyer"

"Okay"

"Okay" he scoffed. He turned to look at his boss.

"All you had to do was ask? All you had to do was just be straight with us. Isn't that the big game you talk. Be straight with you so you can lie for us? Or does that not apply to me because you were the one that said you could walk through doors with me"

"Jay watch it—"

"No…look me in the eye and tell me that it was Will you were interrogating in there and not my Dad?"

For a moment Jay was honestly sure that he had gone too far because he had seen that look in his bosses eye before and it usually ended up with someone in a cage.

"WATCH IT"

Jay said nothing. He just shut the door.

He slammed it as he left.

Jay was at the gym. He had taken Will with him and left Bridget alone. She had been so incensed that she had taken to walking around the apartment in a daze and had hardly heard it when there was a knock at the door.

"Yes?"

"It's Olivia Benson"

Bridget who had been making herself a vodka stopped.

"Bridget I know it's just you so please open the door"

There was a long moment and then she opened the door.

"You've got some fucking nerve I'll give you that"

Olivia Benson smiled.

"You're not the first person who has ever said that to me. Can I come in?"

"Sure, if I don't you'd just come in anyway right?"

Olivia Benson said nothing she just slid into the apartment in a way that would have made everyone and anyone envious.

Damn even her walk was cool.

Bitch.

Bridget slammed the door shut.

"I'm drinking and if you give me that underage crap—"

"I'm not here to give you a lecture"

"Oh, are you here to arrest me instead?"

"No. Can you just…can you just stop being so defensive for a second. I am not the enemy"

"Really?"

"Bridget…three girls in New York were raped, brutalised and then murdered. And if that wasn't bad enough their bodies were set on fire and dumped as if they were trash. And these are the only three that I know about. So yeah…yeah I will do anything to stop it, I will do anything to find this bastard and I will interrogate anyone I want. Even if that is Will"

Bridget took a mouthful of vodka and forced herself not to shudder—damn that thing was strong.

"It isn't"

"I know. He's alibi checked out. Both in New York and in Chicago"

"Good"

"Look…I came to see you because…you really hurt your Dad today—"

"Oh god you are fucking him"

Olivia Benson sighed.

"No I am not. Really I am not"

Bridget said nothing.

"Bridget I know that you are struggling with what's going on but you can't use him as the punching bag—"

She laughed, she really couldn't help it.

"I don't. I don't use him…you don't understand it. You don't."

"I know that today he was really hurt, I know that you knew that, and I know that you said what you said so you could hurt him. And I think a part of you likes that he comes back because your other father never would"

Bridget closed her eyes and waited for a second before she opened them again.

"Is that all you came to say? That I am a terrible daughter? Cause I got that quite a lot with my other father—has it every occurred to you that I don't know how to do this—me and Hank—I don't know how to do it, I don't know how to be someone's loved one other than Jay and Will. And we are trying and every time I think and he thinks that something is going great something craps on it so please don't stand there in my apartment and tell me that I like hurting people. I get it your on Hank's side"

"I don't think you are a terrible daughter, I think you are just a girl that has been hurt to many times and just lashes out when she thinks she is going to get hurt again and I am telling you that, that is not healthy. Look have you considered a therapist—"

"Thanks for coming" Bridget said cutting across her. "I'll tell Jay that Will is in the clear" she moved to open the door and Olivia Benson perhaps seeing defeat moved towards it.

"I am not the enemy you know"

"Yeah"

She shut the door on her and then went to her bedroom wrapped herself up in her covers and started crying.

She couldn't stop and even when Jay and Will came in a few hours later and Jay popped his head round the door, he thought that she was asleep when in reality she was lying there with her knuckles in her mouth and shaking with silent sobs.

She dressed that morning in silence in a blue dress that came to her knees. She wore a black cardigan over it and tucked her legs into boots. She left the blanket on the bed where it had always been and she did not look back.

"You look like shit"

"Thanks Will"

"No you do. Did you sleep much last night—"

"No I didn't"

"Why?"

"Jesus Jay what is this twenty questions?"

"Fine, Jesus!"

Bridget sighed.

She was just screwing up all the time at the minute wasn't she? Talk about hitting a home run over and over and over again.

"Sorry it's just…I hate this case"

"You and me both Sis. You and me both"

"Can I talk to you?"

It was Bridget. She had gotten him alone too.

"About?"

"I…I got it wrong yesterday. And I'm sorry and—"

Hank slammed the car door shut. She had gotten him at the back entrance as he had been trying to clean out of the car for the next case.

"I can't keep doing this with you kid"

"What does that mean?"

"I mean…I had a credible suspect in your brother and had it been anyone else I would have gone a lot harder. And I didn't. I didn't even want to speak to him because of you, because I knew how you would react, I knew it would screw everything up between us and I nearly…I nearly let a credible suspect go and that cannot happen again. I can't change who I am or what I do because I am afraid you won't speak to me. So make up your mind about what you want from me and tell me because I have been walking on eggshells for months and I can't do it anymore"

She stared at him with those dark eyes that were rapidly filling with tears and he sighed feeling utterly drained. He loved this girl in front of him, he really did but he couldn't keep second guessing himself either. And that was before he got to what had made him really mad.

"And let's get one thing straight right here and now. I am not 'fucking' Olivia Benson, your mother was—she is the only woman I have ever—I am not doing anything with Olivia Benson that is unprofessional. Her focus is the same as mine, this case and need I remind you that when you are in that office you represent MY team and if you so much as even think about pulling that shit again I will kick you all the way down the stairs"

She nodded blinking back the wetness in her eyes.

"Hank listen I didn—"

"No Bridget just…don't…don't your Mom…that hurt"

She looked at him for a second and then nodded.

"Ok"

It was the meekest she had sounded since he had seen her after he had been robbed.

"Just…why don't you go home ok…I need to focus on this case and we can talk when it is all over"

"I told Nadia I would help with Erin's birthday so—"

"Yeah ok…just…I can't do this with you know. Just please don't cause any more damage"

"Yeah sure"

She was ducking down and covering her face and Hank just could not…

"I do love you, you know. I don't know if that scares you or not but…you and Justin are my whole world. We've just got to sit down and think of a way to go forwards cause what we are doing now isn't working"

She nodded though Hank wasn't sure that she was listening.

He left her there in the parking lot.

That was his first mistake.

Bridget hadn't even made it up the stairs into the office because everytime she did she felt close to tears. It had been going so well and yet it had all fallen apart and it was like being on a runaway train and she was unable to stop it or get off it before it slammed into as many people as it could.

Instead she sat on the steps outside the front door. It was cold and she was letting the stone seep through her tights and onto her skin. She forced herself to feel the cold without a coat as it burrowed into her skin.

"Excuse me Miss, forgive me for interrupting but are you quite alright?"

She looked up wiping her fingers under her eyes and then standing up when she saw a man standing watching her. He looked like some doctor dressed in scrubs and he was probably the kindest person that she had seen today. He was coming out of the prescient probably to complain about a parking ticket.

"Yeah just…just one of those days"

He tutted. "I know, I've been having one of them myself. Tell me do you work here?"

"Yes" she said. There was something…odd about him but she didn't care. Right now he was the nicest person that she had seen today and he didn't know that she was Voight's daughter but not really and Jay's sister but not really etc, etc, etc.

"Well I certainly commend you. I've just been assisting the Intelligence Unit. They are intense aren't they?"

Bridget sniffed.

"Yeah that's one word for them"

"Now, now don't cry" he said tutting. "Girls as pretty as you shouldn't cry. Makes your face all blotchy"

She laughed though she didn't know why. He was a little strange and he spoke like he should be in a Jane Austen novel and there was something…odd…about him.

It was the only word that she could think off to describe him.

"Now that's better" he said with a smile. "You do have a very nice smile. Here" he held out a handkerchief and she took it wiping her eyes and smiling because this was 2015 and who had handkerchief anymore?

"Thanks"

"Your quite welcome" he said and his hand came out and touched her arm.

Ok…that was…wired.

"Now I suppose I will see you later…?" he trailed off and Bridget realised he with a jolt that he was waiting for her name.

"Bridget. My name is Bridget"

"Bridget" he said as if he was savouring it. "A good name, means exalted one"

"Oh"

She had no idea what she was going to do with that but she smiled all the same.

"My name is Greg Yates" he said with that same smile. "And I will see you later Bridget"

She watched him go and then suddenly she shivered and she didn't know why. It was like the sun went in when the name Greg Yates was said. And for some reason she thought that he meant it when he said that she would see him again.

She sighed tugging her hair loose so it fell over her shoulders. It would be getting dark soon. She had been sat outside for quite a while thinking about nothing other than herself. Christ…she was so selfish. It was Erin's birthday party tonight and Hank had told her to go home. She would go and get the cake and do the set up and then she would leave before the party got started and Erin and Hank and Jay could celebrate with the rest of Intelligence and then tomorrow would be another day.

What kind of day it would be she didn't know but she knew that it was something that resembled a plan and she would stick to it.

Intelligence was gone when she got there. She finished her filing and then waited until Nadia was ready which took a while as Nadia seemed to be doing everything and anything all at once. Nadia putting her coat on said that Intelligence had gone after their suspect and that Olivia Benson had gone to New York.

She had taken Erin's car.

"Nadia?"

"Yes Bridget?"

"Do you think I'm a selfish cow?"

Nadia who had been just putting the cake in the back seat stared.

"Where did that come from?"

"It's just, I've been thinking about everything and I just think that I've been so fucking selfish."

"Is this about what you said to Olivia Benson, cause…I don't have brothers but I think I would do the same if mine was ambushed like that"

"I put the interrogation at risk"

"You were being a good sister caught on the raw. Believe me nobody expects you to be perfect"

"I just…I wish it could all go away and I was just back in my room and none of this had ever happened and Bridget Voight was just the missing baby"

"Sometimes" Nadia said as they pulled up in the car park. "I think I would like to go back to that very first moment when I tasted coke and I would like to shake that girl and tell her what it would lead her to become. And then I would have been someone different. But then I wouldn't have met Erin or you or the rest of the team. And you guys have been worth it"

She held out her hand and Bridget took it.

"You and your Dad had a fight" Nadia said softly. "Fathers and daughters fight. But if they love each other they always make up. So we can sit here for a little bit and then we can go upstairs and Erin can moan about her cake and you and your Dad can make up because he loves you and that's all that matters"

"It's strange hearing someone call him Dad." She said suddenly.

"You can say it too you know"

She paused staring out at the sidewalk. It was dark now and Nadia was still holding her hand and she said it.

"Hank Voight is my Dad. My Dad."

It was the first time that she had ever said the 'D' word and Hank's name and understood the connection. He was her Dad…

And it wasn't just about blood anymore. It was about wanting him to be her Dad. It was about calling him that as she came up the stairs in the morning and hugs and little stupid things like birthdays and barbeques and she loved Jay and Will, she adored them both and they were her brothers but Hank was her Dad.

"See, wasn't so hard was it?"

"No" she said wiping her eyes. "It wasn't. You think they've come back yet?"

"Don't know" Nadia said. "But if you want we can stay here for a little bit longer. Intelligence are out stalking the killer I think he wanted to speak to Erin but I only got a look at him. I think I'd like to wait until they come back. Made me shiver"

"Yeah" Bridget said because she could feel tears coming again and she didn't know who the suspect was.

"I've got make up wipes a concealer and a mascara" Nadia said seriously.

Bridget gave a wet laugh.

Nadia grinned and passed her a make up bag.

Greg Yates had been right. Her face was all blotchy.

"Come on" she said finally. "Let's go. I don't want to wait here all night"

Nadia laughed.

Bridget got out of the car. She had left her cardigan off and it dropped to the floor. She bent down to pick it up as Nadia grabbed the cake.

"Hello"

She turned standing there was Greg Yates.

"Hello" she said but before she could ask just what he was doing—and could he please take a step back Nadia spoke and her voice was sharp with fear.

"Bridget"

"What?" Bridget said turning around.

Nadia's face was frozen in fear.

"That's him…that's the guy"

It took Bridget a second for her brain to catch up. And then she understood.

"Yes" Greg Yates said. "I am the guy."

She turned around but before she could she could see his arm move and there was a prick in her side that grew as his hand kept moving and it took her a second over the pain to realise that her dress was now stained with something dark and sticky.

Blood.

Her blood.

She had been stabbed.

Greg Yates stabbed her six times. Bridget didn't count but…

Nadia screamed but he let go of Bridget and she sunk to the floor her hands on her stomach and her brain going blank almost. She could feel the blood, her blood over her fingers on the floor and she wanted to move…what was it that Jay always said? Fight.

Suddenly Nadia was not screaming anymore.

There was the sound of what felt like a bag opening and between Nadia's silence and his footsteps Bridget managed to push herself up into a sitting position. Her cardigan was there and with fingers that were not her own she fumbled with it. It fell to the floor just as Greg Yates came around.

He smiled but there was no warmth to it.

"Tut, tut little girl"

The blow to her face sent her spiralling to the concreate and she just managed to keep her head from hitting it…hard. Greg Yates grabbed her leg and Bridget wanted to stay awake…after all Will had told her again and again that with a head injury you did not fall asleep and she was willing to bet that it was the same with a stabbing but she couldn't keep the pain from exploding in her knee, in her stomach, in her head.

She blacked out before she could feel him take her underwear.

Later she would acknowledge that was a blessing in disguise.

Greg Yates was their guy.

Hank would bet his career on it.

Erin was out walking with the guy trying to get him to trip up and she was doing a great job but he was smart. He was using her but it wasn't until Adam said they had another house fire that he realised that they were being used to formulate an alibi.

Shit.

"Maybe he slipped" Jay muttered. He was clutching his phone and looking as if he wanted to crawl through the van walls and drag Erin away with his bare hands kicking and screaming. "Maybe 51 will find something"

Hank thought that that was a pipe dream. Yates was one of those bastards who was knew how to plan and he had planned brilliantly.

Yates turned to go but as he did he turned back again.

"Oh Detective Lindsey?"

"Yes" Erin said in a tone that Hank knew well and knew it meant nothing good.

"I do hope that Bridget recovers"

What the—

And suddenly he couldn't breathe.

Jay dropped his phone.

"What the fuck?" he snarled. He turned to look at Hank who was still staring at Yates.

"Hank how the hell did he know about Bridget? You said you'd sent her home?"

"I did…I…"

And then he remembered.

He heard her voice in his head when she had looked at him battling back tears.

"I told Nadia I would help with Erin's birthday so—"

But she had not come upstairs, so he had assumed…

"She said she was helping Nadia I just…"

"Sarge does he know about—"

But Yates was speaking again and Hank shushed Jay so he could hear.

"You know how easy it was to find out who she really was? But I don't blame her Detective Lindsey. If I'd had Hank Voight as a father I would probably be sat on the stairs of a government building crying my eyes out as well"

Jay breathed in and then out.

"Sarge what the—"

But he wasn't listening.

She had been crying?

Well of course she was crying you idiot. You saw that this morning and you did nothing!

But he had needed her to understand…he had needed her to understand.

"Call her" he said numbly but Jay was already dialling.

"I don't get it" Mouse said into the silence (he was in the van for tech support), "When did he even get the chance to meet her?"

"She's not picking up—Sarge she's—"

"Mouse"

"Tracking her phone now"

Thank God this kid was quick.

"Her phone's off but last location was the 21st."

"Nadia was getting Erin's cake"

There was a pause. Hank could see the plan that Yates had but he couldn't voice it without wanting to throw up.

"Hank do we let him go?"

That was Erin watching Yates back.

"We don't have enough" Jay said. "JESUS CHRIST WHY ISNT SHE PICKING UP HER PHONE!"

"Erin let him go if he's…just let's play this one smart. Adam, Al, take Fin and Amaro and get over to the house and see if this is Yates. Mouse call Platt tell her to check the whole area and if they found Bridget then tell her to handcuff her to the nearest surface. Nadia too. Jay start driving"

She was fine.

She was fine.

She was at her desk probably upset with him from this morning and he would come up and see her and they would talk and it would be alright.

She was fine.

Oh God, please let her be fine.

Roman met them at the door.

"She's not here" he said but Hank was already up the stairs and Roman followed.

"She's not here" Roman repeated. "Neither's Nadia. We pulled footage, they left together in Erin's car"

"On it" Mouse said clicking away.

"Jay…oh Sarge…" that was Kim who had come running up the stairs. She staggered to a stop in front of them and Hank had such a sudden sense of history repeating itself that he thought he was going to have to sit down.

"What?" he said though he wasn't sure if he wanted to know.

Kim looked terrified and it was that that sent panic through him so much so he gripped the filing cabinet for support.

Eventually Kim swallowed and looked him in the eye. It felt like a lifetime but she did it.

"Erin's car is missing but there is smashed cake on the ground and…and there's blood Sarge…a lot of blood. We've got techs on it now but we found this—"

She held up what looked like a bag with a black thing in it.

Jay made a low noise.

"She was wearing a black cardigan this morning" he said finally. "Oh Jesus Sarge—"

But he couldn't think. He just…couldn't think.

It was happening again. His daughter had been taken from him again and it was all his fault. Just like the first time. And this time he knew who had taken her and it was the worst kind of man imaginable. It was the nightmare. That she had been taken and used and abused and was in pain and she needed him and he wasn't there.

And then the awful truth hit him again and again.

He had shouted at her. The last conversation that he would ever have…the last thing she would remember was him shouting at her…and he couldn't do this again, he couldn't this would finish him.

Jay was saying something but it sounded like it was coming from miles away and he didn't care anymore.

Bridget was…she was with a rapist and a murderer and he would torture her to death and the light in those dark eyes would go dim and he would never get to hear her call him Dad and Jay would lose his sister and…

Oh God let him die. Please just let him die because there wasn't a way out of this one for him. There was no hope that some nice couple were looking after her because there was nothing else but Greg Yates and Bridget and his baby girl was—

Something hit him hard.

Jay.

"Sarge!" he shouted and Hank tried to focus on him but he genuinely did think that he was having a heart attack over here. Jay was white to the lips and he looked wild but his hands were steady.

Right. He was the boss. They were all looking at him for instructions and in order for him to get his baby girl home he had to be the one in charge. Bridget didn't need her terrified Dad right now, she needed Sergeant Voight.

"Mouse get me a location on that car or that phone—get Erin back here so we can start flooding pictures to the news, Roman, Burgess call in the rest of my unit. Burgess tell Platt to get me a secure line to Olivia Benson right now."

"What about Will should—?"

"Not yet. Just…just let's see if we've got anything.

"Sarge…I got Bridget's phone"

Kim and Roman who had been halfway down the stairs came crashing back up.

"Where?" Jay said shortly. Mouse blinked.

"It's…it's right outside your house Sarge"

For a moment he couldn't think because what the fuck was Yates doing outside his house?

He looked at Jay. He nodded.

"Let's go. The rest of you go to work. Mouse let me know if anything develops"

Jay drove like a madman. Had the situation not been that serious he would have rather enjoyed it. High speed chases were always a good part of the job because it involved stuff that he had done before. He was good at dodging and diving—it was why his Mom had made him promise to never be the one who would teach Bridget how to drive.

That thought made him want to laugh and it brought his Mom's face to the forefront of his mind so sharply he nearly crashed the car into the tree. It was odd…Hank had never asked him to drive before—it had never been hard to figure out where Erin had gotten it from.

His boss had said nothing since they had gotten in the car. Jay had gone from one hundred miles an hour in a second and he was sure his blood pressure had gone to one thousand. From the second Yates had mentioned Bridget something had crawled over his skin that reminded him so strongly of Afghanistan that he thought he would make himself sick.

The second she had not answered her phone he had known.

A part of him had wanted to ask why she'd been crying but the look on Hank's face was so frightening that he hadn't been able to bring himself to ask.

And now his sister, his silly little baby sister could be…

He had to stop that thought because if it developed…

Was this the best he had to wish for? That Yates had raped her but not killed her? Was that really the line?

"Here" Hank said and Jay nodded pulling the car to a stop so sharply that he nearly went through it. Hank was out of the car before it had stopped moving.

It was not hard to see that Erin's car was parked out front. It was nice and neat like Erin was in the house waiting for her father figure like she had so many times before.

Guns raised they approached it.

It was unlocked.

And no sign of Bridget.

Instead Erin's car keys were laid on the chair, nice and neat as if they were waiting for them.

Jay picked them up and stared down at the metal and plastic in his hands his brain struggling to commute.

He didn't understand.

"Pop the trunk"

There was a lifetime of something in his boss's voice. Jay had genuinely thought upstairs in the squad room that Hank was going to collapse but now he just seemed resigned.

That, perhaps out of everything was the most frightening part.

He moved to the trunk and clicked Erin's keys and then pushed it open.

And there she was.

Bridget.

For a second Jay thought she was sleeping. It was like she was sleeping, she was crumpled on one side her legs bent and her hair over her face like she had slept when she was a kid.

And then the keys slid from his hand and fell to the floor and he couldn't breathe.

"Oh my God"

"Han—" he couldn't get the words out because his boss had moved as if in some dream to half climb into the trunk and he was pulling Bridget into his arms and as he did she shifted and the blood…

Oh God the blood.

"Bridget"

As long as he lived Jay didn't think he would ever forget the tone of his bosses voice as he pulled his daughter into his arms.

Hank brushed the mass of dark hair out of her face and Bridget's face was still perfect even in…whatever this was. Her eyes were closed and aside from the flecks of blood on her face she could have been sleeping.

"Hank is she alive"

But his boss wasn't listening to him. He was speaking to Bridget. His entire sole focus was Bridget.

Jay called Mouse.

"Jay—"

"Get me an ambulance now"

Mouse said nothing for a second and when he spoke his voice sounded smaller than it had done in months.

"Ok" he said softly. Jay disconnected the call and then the phone went the same way as his keys.

"Hank is she alive?"

"Come on baby, come on, just open your eyes for me, come on it's me Dad, Bridget just…just open your eyes for me, sweetheart ok, I'm here I promise you I'm not going anywhere again and—"

Jay could feel something inside of him breaking and twisting and he gripped onto the edge of the trunk with his fingers until his knuckles went white.

"Come on Bridget please" He begged to…to who or whatever was out there, up there, hell at this point he would pray to Voight's wife if that would do any good.

And then it happened. Hank who was half bent over his daughter his face somewhere in her hair and his whole body curled over hers, hands shaking didn't see it at first but Jay did.

It was a flicker of eyelashes.

"She's alive" he said though it was more to himself. His knees gave out then but he pushed himself back upwards shivering. Hank looked down as the eyelashes fluttered again and then there was a slither of brown and then by the full force of God Bridget's eyes fluttered open.

They looked right ahead, upwards at Hank's face though Jay had taken her hand which was caked in blood, her own blood.

For a second they stared without seeing and then there was a flicker of something, a twitch of her mouth as if she was trying to smile and then something seemed to go dark. The eyelids flickered close again and as the sirens sounded in the distance Bridget went limp in her father's arms and moved no more, the ghost of that last smirk still etched on her blood stained face.

And there you are. I hope you enjoy this...emotional one.

I will bring you the next one sooner rather than later.

Next Chapter-There is a hunt for Greg Yates and Nadia, Jay and Hank share several moments of past, present and future as Bridget fights for her life under Will's care and SVU bring a case to trial.