Crossover

SOA/Chicago PD

Jessica Meyers

Let me tell you, working in Hank Voight's intelligence unit was one hell of an experience. Due to the nature of the unit and Voight's unorthodox way of handling certain cases, I never knew what would happen next.

This week we caught a case with three victims, all shot and killed execution style. In typical Voight style, I'm pretty sure he knows something we don't.

"Hey Jess, did I leave my jacket at your place last night?" my boyfriend, Jay Halstead, asked when he spotted me in the break room.

We had been together for nearly a year now. Voight had not been pleased at first but he soon warmed up to the idea once he saw that we were able to keep our personal lives out of the workplace.

"Yes, you did," I replied, smiling as I rested my arms around his neck. "I guess you'll have to come over tonight so you can get it."

Jay hums in agreement while leaning down to kiss me. We only stop when someone clears their throat at the door. We both look up to see Antonio smirking at us amused.

"You two done?" he said. "We got something."

We both share a look before following Antonio back into the main bullpen area. We take a seat at our desks while Voight emerges from his office with another person and stands in the doorway.

"This is Detective Daniels, from organised crime. He's got something for our case," Voight announced, and I noticed that he shares a brief look with Al which further confirms that he knows something pertaining to the case that we don't.

Daniels steps up to the front of the room before addressing us, "all three of your victims were undercover ATF Agents who we were working a joint investigation with."

"What case were they working?" Adam interrupts causing Daniels to give him a look that says 'if you would let me finish…'

"This case originated with the ATF in Stockton and has bounced to Tacoma, Nevada and then Chicago. We were working on a case against a gang of bikers called the Sons of Anarchy. You may have heard of them."

I shift in my chair knowing exactly who they were and what they were capable of. Out of the corner of my eye I notice Voight and Al glance at each other again. I have an idea as to why now.

Voight's methods and alliances were really no secret within intelligence. Chances are that Voight and Al both have some connection to the Sons of Anarchy.

"Yeah, I've heard of them." Erin spoke up. "From what I know, they're pretty dangerous, known for their violence and ruthlessness."

"Yeah, I mean three dead ATF agents gives you a pretty decent idea of what they're capable of," I commented.

Later on in our shift I got a text from my cousin saying that he was in town and wanted to see me. There wasn't much going on right now seeing as we've hit a wall in the case so I decided to ask if I could go meet him for an hour or so.

"Hey sarge?" I said as I stood in the doorway to Voight's office where him and Al were sitting, "do you mind if I take off for an hour or so? My cousin's in town and wanted to see me if I wasn't busy."

"Sure," he said, "don't take too long."

"Thanks."

Before I head out I stop in the break room to tell Jay where I'm going and that I'll be back.

It only takes about twenty minutes to reach the place my cousin was staying. I send him a text to meet me outside as I didn't want to just walk in, about a minute later he walks out and immediately engulfs me in a hug.

"Hey Cus," he said, smiling.

"Hey Opie," I reply with a matching smile. He quickly escorts me inside where I find the entirety of SAMCRO and the Chicago charter.

"Well, look what the cat dragged in," a familiar blonde said. "Jessie Meyers."

"Jax Teller," I said smiling, "I see you grew your hair out some more. I almost didn't recognise you."

Quickly I'm brought into multiple hugs and hello's. Finally I made it to my uncle.

"Hey Uncle Piney."

"Hi, sweetheart."

"What about us?" the voice of Tig Trager said. I turn to him and Clay.

"Uncle Tiggy," I said, smiling as he hugged me. I turn to the last person and hug them too, "Uncle Clay."

As i'm hugging Clay I speak to him, "you guys got a minute. I need to tell you something and I don't have long before I'm due back at work. It's important."

Clay nods and calls everyone from SAMCRO into the chapel along with the President and the VP of the Chicago charter, since they were in their Clubhouse.

"Alright, what's up?" Clay asked when everyone had settled in.

"Well first, do any of you guys know what exactly my job is?" I ask, wondering if anyone had checked to see what I was up to now.

"Honestly, not really," Uncle Piney said, "we thought it would be best to leave as little trail leading to you as possible."

I nod, already expecting the answer. I reach into my coat pocket and pull out my badge, throwing it down on the table.

"No, way," Tig said in disbelief, "you? A cop?"

"Should I be offended by your shock or…?"

"I mean you did once shoot three Mayans in the back 'cause they pissed you off," Opie commented.

I laughed, shaking my head, "anyway, my unit caught a case. One that involves three dead undercover ATF agents. You guys know anything about that?" I said, casting a glance at Happy who grinned guiltily back.

"We might know a thing or two about that," Happy spoke up.

"They closing in on us?" Clay asked knowing that I would be willing to give up the information.

"Organised crime is getting involved," I said. "From what I heard, we'll be executing a search warrant for the clubhouse tomorrow so you might want to get rid of any evidence and get your stories straight. From what i've seen the ATF don't have anything to build a case on anyway."

"Thanks for the tip darlin'," Jax smiled, "so should we expect to see you on that raid tomorrow?"

I smiled amused, "you'll see me."

"Oh, by the way do you guys happen to have any 'friends' in the police department?"

"Yeah, we've got a few. Couple of old friends," the VP of the Chicago charter said.

"Hank Voight and Alvin Olinsky happen to be some of them?"

"Yeah, they are. Al's an old buddy from the Army," the president said, confirming my suspicions, "why?"

"I happen to be in Voight's unit along with Al," I replied with a smile, "I should head back to work."

The SAMCRO boys stood up from their seats, "well, we'll see you tomorrow," Clay said with a grin. I said goodbye to the boys and headed back to work to finish the last couple hours of my shift.

"Everybody ready," Detective Daniels from Organised Crime asked as we all checked our gear. "I got word that the mother charter from California is in town, so watch yourselves."

I had to hide a smile as he said this, he had absolutely no idea that they already knew that we were coming. Jay spotted my expression and raised an eyebrow in question.

In reply I simply shook my head and waved the question off, "I'll tell you later."

As we were on the way to the clubhouse I sent one last message to Opie warning him that we were on our way and would be there soon. It wasn't long before we had parked across the street and were preparing to enter the clubhouse.

I briefly saw Al and Voight share a knowing look before we breached the door and stormed into the clubhouse.

"Police!"

Opie and Tig shot a brief smirk in my direction as the other members of my team cleared the clubhouse.

"What's down here?" Detective Daniels asked referring to the hallway that was situated at the back of the clubhouse.

"Sometimes we have visitors," the president of the Chicago Charter said, shrugging. "They need somewhere to stay."

I think I visibly cringed at the idea of sleeping in one of those dorm rooms. I had been around SAMCRO enough to know just what those dorms were generally used for.

Tig must have noticed my disgust because he let out a quiet laugh and looked in my direction. I narrowed my eyes at him since I knew exactly what he was thinking about. He knew how much I hated the dorms back in Charming, especially his, knowing just what they get up to in there.

"Daniels why don't you start escorting some of these people out of here," Voight said, sparing a glance at the higher ranking members of the club. "Lindsey, Ruzek, Atwater and Burgess, escort them out of here," he said, pointing to a group of members from the Chicago Charter.

"Meyers, Halstead," our sergeant said, gaining our attention once it was only us, him and Al left in behind. "Whatever you hear in the next few minutes will be forgotten once we leave."

I nodded and shared a look with Jay, who nodded along with me. "Of course," Jay said.

Before anyone could start speaking I jumped slightly when I felt a pinch on my ass. It was then I realised who I was standing next to.

"Tig," Uncle Piney said in warning.

I let out a sigh knowing that there was nothing anyone could do about Uncle Tig, it was just who he was.

Looking over at Tig, I narrowed my eyes at him and he grinned back at me. "Couldn't help yourself, could you?" I said to him.

At this point I think it might just be a subconscious action for him when he is within a certain vicinity of a woman.

I then looked over at Voight, Al and Jay who were all looking at me with the same question in mind. Sighing, I looked between my work colleagues and my family before speaking. "Voight, Al, Jay," I said and then motioned to the SAMCRO members. "Meet my uncle Piney, my cousin Opie and the one who pinched my ass is my uncle Tig, who I have known since I was a kid, along with my uncle Clay, the president of the Mother Charter."

All three of them wore looks of surprise, clearly not having expected me to know any of them.

Nothing was said about my relation to the Sons for the remainder of the case. It was decided that Intelligence would bury the case, claiming a lack of evidence against the Sons. Of course they would still be on the radar for Organised Crime and various Federal Agencies but that was nothing new and the club could handle that.

It was the last day in Chicago for SAMCRO and they were throwing a party at the Chicago clubhouse. They had demanded that I come party with them like I used all those years ago so I decided to drag Jay along with me.

"Come on," I said as we got out of the cab at the clubhouse. "You'll be fine."

"I'm a cop and I'm pretty sure they might hold that against me," Jay said as we headed towards the clubhouse.

"Trust me, it'll be fine," I replied.

We stopped briefly when we saw a random club member standing against the wall off to the side of the Club with a woman on her knees in front of her.

I grinned up at Jay who looked on with a mixture of disgust and amusement. "Definitely a Sons party," I commented, much to Jay's amusement. "Believe it or not, I've seen worse at a SAMCRO party in California."

Jay simply shook his head and we finally entered the Clubhouse where I was instantly gathered in a hug by Tig.

"Hey Uncle Tig," I said as he dragged me over to where a group of SAMCRO members were standing.

"I think this might be the first time your uncles don't have to chew you out for showing up at a party with too much skin on show," Happy said with a smirk.

I chuckled and shook my head, "come on Killer," I said with a grin. "You know they'll find something to complain about."

The members of SAMCRO laughed as Jax moved around so Jay and I could sit down. "Jay, right?" Opie said, nodding to my boyfriend.

Jay nodded and took Opie's hand to shake. I took a breath and looked around at my family.

"Jay, meet my Uncles, Piney, Clay and Tig," I said, starting the introductions and pointing each of them out. "The guy over there with the scowl is Happy, then my cousin Opie, that's Chibs and that's Jax."

"Guys meet Jay," I added, "my boyfriend."

I then noticed the slightly menacing grins on their faces and knew that they weren't going to let Jay off easy.

Eventually they all warmed up to Jay and quite liked him. We spent the night and into the early hours of the next morning drinking and having fun.

I was thankful that Jay had accepted SAMCRO as my family and didn't judge them despite the things they had done.

I no longer had to worry about what Jay would think of them and me for what we had done in the past and it was like a heavy weight had been lifted from my shoulders.

And the next day I waved off my family as they started their ride back to California with a promise that I would get down to Charming sometime in the future to see them again.