Hello all my lovely readers,

I would like to just remind you I posted chapters 10 and 11 on the same day. It was an apology for post late a week or two ago. So, if you haven't read chapter 10 it is up. Thank you all for reading and I hope you enjoy chapter 12.

Thank you,

M.

Chapter 12.

Hostage

The next month passed by pretty quickly and I guess you could say it was normal; I woke up, went to work, came home, went to bed, and repeat. I didn't see my brother at all, who was probably staying with Wendy, and we stopped going on our normal lunch and dinner dates. It was probably for the best. I didn't want to say something I really didn't mean. Yes, I was mad at Adam, but there may come a day where I might forgive him. As for right now I just wanted to keep my distance from him.

It was middle June and it was hot as hell; at least it felt that way – it was around seventy-seven degrees. So that meant I slept in the living room most of the time where the air conditioning was located. Here I was right now, just getting in from my afternoon jog, trying to get cooled down. I had worked another twenty-four-hour shift – like I had been mostly working for the past three weeks – and for some reason I wasn't tired yet. Thinking if I just sat there for a few more minutes maybe I'd doze off. So far, no such luck.

Instead of sitting there being bored I thought it best to hop in a cool shower. It didn't take very long to do what I needed to do, so I just stood there, letting the water run over my body, which helped with the heat. After staying in there for a good thirty minutes, I got out and got dressed in a gray tank top, and fitting blue jeans. I put my hair in a messy bun so it was out of my face, and called it good.

I was just about to sit down on the couch when my phone started to ring. Groaning I walked to the counter where it was lying and looked at the name displayed on the screen. It was Kim and I had no idea why she would be calling me right now. If I remembered correctly she was working, which meant it must have been important.

"Hello," I answered.

"Monroe," she said. "Oh, thank god you answered."

"What's wrong Kim? Are you okay? Oh, please let it not be Adam."

Even though my brother and I were fighting, I would still want to know if he got hurt in anyway; whether it be on the job or anywhere else. Which is why when Kim sounded so anxious that's the second thing that popped into my head. Hopefully he was alright.

"Yea I'm fine," she waved off my concern. "And Adam's okay."

"Oh thank heavens," I sighed in relief. "Don't scare me like that."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that."

"Good. Don't do it again."

"I'll try not too."

"Ok, I can live with that. Anyways what can I help you with. Considering you and my brother are okay."

"Well you see, I just got to work and I put my keys down on my seat. Grabbing what I need I got out and closed my door."

"Let me guess… you locked your keys in your car and now you need me to bring the spare by."

Trying not to laugh, I bit the sides on my left index finger. A smile was slipping on my face and it was nice to feel amused. It'd been a long time since I smiled, but I felt bad that it was because of something going wrong for Kim. In this moment, it just couldn't be helped. The reason it was so funny was she did this a lot. The only reason why I even have her spare.

"Yes," she mumbled, sounding embarrassed.

"You know you should really give it to your new partner," I advised. "He seems like he'll be staying with you for awhile so at least it would be there when you need it. Like right now for example."

"You're the only one I can trust with it. I told you this when I gave it to you months ago."

"Say no more. Now, do you need me to run it down now? Or after your shift."

"I get off at five, so maybe then."

"Okay, will do."

"Thank you Mo. You're a lifesaver."

"No problem."

"See you soon."

"Bye."

I looked at the clock it was close to eleven so I had a good five hours to get a nap in. Which was probably a good idea. I didn't want to risk falling asleep on the way there and causing a crush scene. I put an alarm on my phone to wake me up at four so I wouldn't miss meeting Kim at five. Once that was done I walked over to the couch and sat down, and pulled out the recliner. I leaned all the way back, and sighed as I closed my eyes. It didn't take long to slowly drift off to a dreamless sleep.

~J&M~

It didn't seem like I had slept very long when the alarm went off, and I wanted to go back to sleep. I almost did until I remembered why I was getting up in the first place, so I opened my eyes and turned off the annoying sound. After stretching, I got up from the couch and walked to my bathroom to make sure I was decent looking. The only thing that need to be fix was my hair. So, I ended up putting it in a have ponytail - considering it was half dry by now - and grabbed my purse, keys, and cellphone. With those in my possession I walked out the front door, making sure to lock it so I wouldn't have any surprises when I got back. Clay was still out there of course and I still hadn't come up with an idea to get rid of him. Of course, this problem has to be figured out as soon as possible because who knew what could happen.

On the way to the precinct I glanced in my rear view mirror more times than I could count. Whenever I saw a black vehicle, I about died of a heart attack, but soon realized there was nothing to worry about. Every time I could scold myself, because I was being ridiculous. That man wasn't after me this time.

'Yea,' a little voice in my head said, 'this time he's not after you, but what about the next time you drive around? Is he gonna be following you then?'

I hated to admit it to myself but that little voice was right. There would be a time where Clay would come after me again. What would happen then? I needed to tell Voight that I knew who had been following me and what had happened that Monday afternoon. If anyone could help me it was Hank Voight. I'd have to tell him after I gave Kim her key.

Making it to the building in record time I could see Kim waiting for me at the front, in her street close; that could only mean she was off. Parking nearby I got out of my truck and met her by the steps. She had a big grateful smile on her face and I could see the embarrassment shining in her eyes. You'd think she'd be used to it by now, considering how many times she's done it.

"Thank you so much Mo," she greeted, as I handed the small piece of metal to her.

"No problem," I said. "What would you do without me?"

"Pay a lot of money for a locksmith that's for damn sure."

"Well I'm glad I can save you the cash."

The two of us laughed at our joke. We didn't get to hang out as often as we'd like to, with all the work that we did, but when we started talking it was like we hadn't been apart that long. Which was nice. I liked having Kim - and even Erin - around.

"So I haven't seen you around here lately," Kim stated. "Is everything okay? And don't lie to me. I know when your lying. Your horrible at it."

"I'm fine," I muttered. "Just got into a huge fight with the idiot brother that's all."

"Ah. Is it about that Wendy chick?"

"Yea. How did you know."

"Ever since you vent to Erin and me about her that one girls night at the Molly's, I had a feeling you didn't like her much. She sounded like she could cause trouble between you and Adam anyday."

"Oh trust me, she did, big time. I don't know how long this will last between me and Adam."

"That bad huh?"

"Yep."

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

"Maybe later. I'm still getting my head around it. Even after a month."

"That's fine. I'm here if you need to talk though."

She put her hand on my shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. It was a nice gesture and I appreciate more than she could believe. Considering where I came from in life it was a great feeling to have someone there for me. She was my best friend and I hoped to keep it that way. Of course, she was one of the few people I knew I could come too and she wouldn't judge me. That's why keeping things from her was so hard for me.

"Thank you," I told her.

"No problem Mo," Kim beamed.

"So I have to run into the building. I have to talk to Voight about something. You want me to grab the key later or…"

"Oh, I can run in with you. I have to run back in and grab my purse."

"Ok then, shall we go in."

"Sure, but just to warn you, Platt is on one."

"When is she not?"

"Good point."

The two of us laughed again and walked up the stairs and through the front door. When we were in I could see Trudy at the front desk, as always, and I could tell by her body language, along with the expression on her face that Kim was right. I could practically see a vein bulging in her forehead. This analysis made me pause for a few seconds, but I soon shook my head and made my way over to her. She was the only one - besides the code and a handprint from the team - could get me into the Bull Pin. With the way she was acting, I figured she would never let me in, even though she knew who I was.

I put my best smile on my face, when I reached her desk, leaning up against it. When she glanced my way, one of her eyebrows popped up. It was like she knew what I was thinking. So maybe my charm wasn't going to work this her today, but that didn't mean I wasn't going to try. Well, here goes nothing.

"Hello Trudy," I greeted.

"What do you want Ruzek?" Platt asked.

"I would like to know how many times a day you say that to my brother."

"Way too many to want to say it to you."

"Then why say it."

"Because I know when you're going to try to cause trouble for me."

"Me? Cause trouble for you? Come on Trudy, you know I don't go out of my way to cause trouble for you."

"Uh-huh. Sure I don't."

Kim was trying to hold back a laugh, and Trudy glared at her harshly. The police officer quickly shut up and looked away. The desk Sergeant turned her sights back on me, but I didn't take the smile off my face.

"I repeat," Trudy said, "what do you want?"

"I need to talk to Voight," I stated.

"Not my problem."

"It kind of is."

"And how is that?"

"Well you see you could let me in right now, or I could sit and wait here until he leaves. That is totally up to you."

The older woman lean on her desk and inclined closer to me. She stared me right in the eyes and I held her gaze, the smile never leaving my face. I kind of enjoyed these times I had with her because, even though everyone around here thinks she's a hardass and mean, I thought the way she acted was a breath of fresh air. She didn't put up with people and their bullshit; she told people how it was and wasn't scared to do so. This woman knew what it was like to live in a man's world, and she stuck to her guns every single time she had too. I admired this woman and I wouldn't do anything to make her mad on purpose.

"It wouldn't mattered if you stayed or not," Platt stated. "He's not here. He and the rest of the unit went after a suspect."

"Then where is he?" I asked.

"How would I know? I'm not his babysitter."

"I would just like to know how long I get to grace you with my presents is all."

"Is that really what your doing?"

"What else could I be doing?"

Trudy didn't get a chance to answer because I heard someone talking behind me. I turned around and the team was coming in with someone I didn't know in the middle of them. It had to be the suspect; his hands were handcuffed in front of him and he looked like he was in a bad mood. He was maybe in his late twenties, five foot seven inches tall, with brown hair and eyes. His sick had a light tan to it, so just by looking at him I had to guess he was probably hispanic.

"Good they're here," Platt said. "No you can leave me alone."

"Always a pleasure talking to you too," I muttered, not even looking at her.

"Uh-huh. Whatever."

Kevin walked up to Kim and myself, when he noticed us. He had a smile on his face, but he wasn't sure I was paying attention too. The first person I really saw was my brother; he was one of the people holding the hispanic man, while Voight talked to someone in a white shirt. He glanced in my direction and I could tell something was wrong. He had dark circles under his eyes, from lack of sleep, and he looked like he hadn't shaved in a few days. Giving me a small smile, he slowly looked away.

I left a light, painful in my chest. I hated hating with my brother but he never apologized about what he had done… any of it. We were definitely related when it came to the fact that we were both stubborn. I wasn't going to talk to him until he apologize to me, and he wasn't going to apologize to me until I talked to him. This was just the way we were.

Shaking my head to forget about my brother, my eyes landed on the second person who was holding the suspect. I could tell Jay was trying really hard not to look at me, but he was failing miserably. When he saw I caught him, he stopped trying, and stared at him while I did the same to him. From where I was standing I saw remorse in his blue eyes, and the pain in my chest got bigger. I did miss talking to him. He was a fun person to be around too.

My thought were brought away from Jay when I saw the suspect lean forward. My brother pulled him up and asked him what he was doing. The hispanic man pointed down at his shoe. I followed where he was gesturing too and noticed that his shoe was untied. Adam glanced at Jay and the man with the blue eyes shrugged. They let him bend down to fix his shoelace, but there was something wrong with that he was doing. His eyes were looking around the room at everyone, including me.

It was like everything started happening in slow motion after that. I watch as the man pulled a knife out of his boot before focusing on me. A smirk shaped his lips and that's when everything clicked, but by then it was too late.

"Adam!" I yelled.

Just as I called out my brothers name and he looked at me the man stood up straight and elbow my brother in the nose and Jay in the gut. When he was free from his captors he started running in my direction shoving people out of the way. His knife was at the ready so I knew if I moved I was more than likely going to get stabbed.

Faster than I thought possible he grabbed me by the waste, turned me around, before he put his handcuffed hands over my head. He got situated pretty quickly, to wear he had the knife to my throat and his left hand, that wasn't holding the piece of metal, firmly against the side of my neck. All this happened within seconds; he had us both turned around to face everyone in the room.

Every single officer in that room had their guns out and pointed at us. I had my hands up in the air for their benefit and mine. I could feel the man's breath on my cheek and it took all my self control not to fight. Adam always told me if I was in this situation I need to stay calm, don't fight, and wait for the right moment to duck.

~J&M~

It was so silent in the lobby of the police station you could hear a pin drop. The man started to walk us slowly to the back wall and I unwillingly followed, trying not to trip on the way. I kept my eyes on my brother who was trying to get his nose to stop bleeding while holding his gun up.

I knew from coming into this build a thousand times before that there was a door near by. Where it lead, I didn't know. I did know the man was just as clueless as I was, but evidently it wasn't going to stop him. I just hoped someone would stop him before we disappear through that door. Who knows what would happen after that.

My eyes darted towards Jay as he took a step forward, his gun pointed at us like everyone else's. He looked desperate and he held my gaze as he took another step forward.

"Take another step and I will slit her throat," the man said, pressing the knife deeper into the skin of my throat.

"Just let the girl go," Voight offered. "She has nothing to do with this."

"I don't think so. She's my ticket out of here and I am getting out of here. I might even take her for a test drive when I find somewhere where you can't find us."

Involuntary my eyes not wide, as I still stared at the desperate man. Not being able to believe the situation I was in. I really wanted out of this. This was not where I thought I was going to end up this morning when I got off work. All I thought I was going to do to do was drop off Kim's key, talk to Voight, and then go home to lay around the rest of the day. Yet here I was, standing here with a knife to my throat and a crazy man behind me.

I heard Jay groan angrily, but I don't think he meant for others to hear. That just made the man behind me laugh. He knew something was up with the blue eyed detective. The man put his nose into my hair and took a big breath in. A bad type shiver went up and down my spine, but I still stood still. I wasn't going to give him any reason to hurt me more than he was, with his hand on my neck. I'm pretty sure there was going to be a bruise.

The man licking the side of my face, brought be back to reality, and I could help shivering. That was the sickest thing that has ever been done to me. The suspect laughed louder; he was definitely enjoying this.

"Have you banged this hot piece of ass, Detective?" he asked Jay.

I watched his forehead crinkled, and he looked very upset at this. My eyes then moved to my brother's and he looked as angry as Jay. The man behind me must have seen it too, and laughed again. I was getting tired of his laugh; it was like sandpaper to me.

"Ah, you too Detective Ruzak?" the man assumed. "Hey Halstead did you know your colleague likes her too?"

Adam took a step forward but Erin put an arm put to stop him. What he didn't know was he was playing right into the man's hands. He always had a temper.

"You know Ruzak," the suspect continued, "I bet she loves the idea of making you watch her with him. Or is she fucking you behind his back."

Everyone around us looked sickened at the thought. What they didn't know or hadn't realized yet, but the man was slowing moving me and him to the door on our left. The only one who seemed to be looking in that direction was Jay. I watched his eyes flicker to the door and then back at me. I didn't understand why he was doing this, but I couldn't turn my head to find out.

"How about you shut your mouth Enrico," Voight growled.

"I don't think I will Voight," Enrico muttered, with a smirk, "this is kind of fun. Yo, Ruzak, any late night meets she's had to attend to recently?"

Just then I saw Jay slightly nod his head. Not even a second later I felt something touch my arm. I didn't even have time to think; I jabbed my heel into Enrico's foot hard. His hold on my neck loosened and the knife was gone from my throat. I took that time duck under his arms and let whoever had me pull me out of the away.

I just had a few seconds to see who had saved me. His eyes were blue, but they were a little lighter than Jay's, and he had light brown hair, a little past his ears. He was lean but with some muscle and he had some scruff on his face. I had to admit he was a good looking man, but I could tell that there was something sad about him as I looked into his eyes.

Enrico charged forward with the knife pointed at his; the man didn't care who he got just as long as he got someone. The new guy and I jumped a part and the guy missed. Enrico decided to go after the man pushing him up against the wall trying to push the knife into his eyes. The man was holding his own but who knew how long that was going to last. Who knew how much time he had.

Then an idea popped into my head. With the adrenaline running through my veins. I dug into my purse, pulled out my gun, and pointed it to the hispanic man's head. Once he left my gun close to his skin he froze, and put his hands in the air.

"Drop the knife," I hissed.

"You wouldn't shoot me," he gasped.

"Wanna test that theory? Just keep in mind I'm the one with the gun, and you only have a knife. So, think carefully before you make a move."

I cocked the hammer back, and pushed the gun closer to his head. He glared at me from the corner of his eye, but I didn't back down. A few seconds later he dropped the knife and it clattered to the floor.

"Now back away from him," I ordered. "Keep your hands in the air."

As the man backed away I followed him, never taking the gun away from his head. My eyes staid only on him, he wasn't going to pull a fast one on me again.

"Grace," Jay's soft voice said, coming out of nowhere.

Reluctantly I glanced in his direction; his gun was in its holstore at his side. He had both his hands up like Enrico. The expression on his face showed me he was worried… worried about me. I shook my head and I was slowly brought back from the adrenaline rush. Everyone around me still hand their guns out up they weren't as tense as they were when Enrico had me.

"Grace," Jay called again, and I looked at him again, "your okay. He's not going to hurt you. Can you give me the gun please. I promise we'll take care of him."

I watched as he held out his right hand. I stared at it, willing my brain to make my body work again. It was harder than I thought.

"You're just in shock Roe," Adam said, walking to stand beside Jay.

His hands were in the air too. Everyone looked worried about me and I didn't know what to think about it. It wasn't every day a lot of people showed they cared of me. This through me off a bit.

"Come on," Jay murmured softly taking a step forward. "Please hand me the gun Grace.

Instead of giving him the weapon I watched as Adam followed the blue eyed detective; he was slowly making his way to get a hold of Enrico. When he saw me looking at him he nodded his head, slowly putting his hand up to grab the hispanic man's wrists. Once I saw he had Enrico I slowly lowered my gun from his head and nodded back. My brother pulled the mans hands down, unlocked his handcuffs, and putting them on his wrists behind his back.

The man was escorted away by Adam and Kevin, and I watched. Jay walked into my line of vision and I stared up at him. His eyes still shown with conseren and he gave me a reassuring smile. I couldn't smile back this time; I still couldn't get my brain to function properly. Without looking away from me he slowly took my gun away, making sure to hold my gaze as he did so.

"Just breathe," he whispered. "It'll be ok."

He lifted the hand that wasn't hold my gun and slowly runs the back of his fingers down my cheek. He rested his palm on the side of my neck and I flinched away a little. Jay passed the weapon to Erin and put in fingers on my chin to gently move my head to the side. His eyes darkened pressed on my neck again. I hissed in pain.

"I take it that hurts?" Jay asked.

"Yea," I mumbled.

"It's bruised. It'll hurt for a while."

"Joy."

"Yea. Do you need an ambulance?"

"For a bruise? No I'm fine.

"Okay."

In that moment my brother came out of nowhere and swept me up in a hug. I couldn't return his embrace even if I wanted to because he had my arm pind at my sides, and I could barely breathe. Just when I thought I was going to pass out Adam let me go and held me out at arms length. He looked me over from bottom to top; when he got to my neck the expression on his face told me he was about to run up and murder Enrico. I grabbed onto his shirt to hold him there.

"I'm find Bubba," I told him. "I just want to go home."

"You're going to the hospital first," he stated.

"No I'm not Adam. I'm going home."

"But Roe-"

"No buts. I'm going home and that is final. I've had a rough day as you just witnessed and all I want to do is go to bed. I've been up for over twenty-nine hours with only four hours of sleep so I will repeat… I want to go home."

I was close to yelling at this point and everyone who was still in the room stared in our direction with wide eyes. Adam was surprised at my tone, but nodded his head in understanding.

"Ok," he said. "Give me a few minutes. I'll drive you home."

"No I'm fine," I told him. "I drove here myself, and I will drive myself home. Kim."

"Yea Monroe," she said coming up to me.

"Let's go and unlock your car."

"Sounds good."

"See you guys later."

Not giving anyone a second glance, I followed Kim out the door and too her car. We were quiet when she unlocked and gave me back the key. Before we said goodbye she surprised me by giving me a hug. She told me she was glad I was alright, and said to go home and rest. I thanked her and walk to my truck to drive home.

The whole way there I kept my mind blank. I didn't want to think about what had happened not more than thirty minutes ago. I knew I was in shock and all I wanted to do was get home and go to sleep.

As soon as I walked through the front door of my apartment, I locked the door, and put all my things on the counter in the kitchen. My gun was still with Jay so I didn't have to worry about that. When I was done in there I walked to the couch. Looking down at it I didn't even see what was in front of me. For some random reason my blood started to boil in my veins and I went nuts. I started screaming, throwing things, and crying.

I don't know how long this went on for. The only reason I stopped was when my body gave out and I fell on the couch. The last thing on my mind was if someone heard me and to be honest I didn't care if they did or not. I just laid on the couch and cried, even though I didn't know why I was crying. Sooner than I thought I slowly cried myself to sleep. In my dreams Enrico was replace with Clay and he didn't stop with bruises. He knew hope to use that knife, but I was stuck in the nightmare, and it didn't feel like I would ever wake up.