It had been a week since Hailey's fling with Adam ended, and she was actually bouncing back quite well, all things considered. Hell, she even visited Dr. Charles a second time, as she was having these very vivid dreams of Jay, the accident, all of it. So much so that they kept her up at night, or caused her to break out in a cold sweat when she did finally wake up.

So, tell me about these dreams, Hailey.

I don't know. They're not quite memories, because it's just like, him…Jay I mean, standing there. And sometimes, it's like me running to him, but then it all goes up in smoke. And poof, that's it. He's gone again. Other times, it's a reimagining I think of the day he was killed. It's like I can see him, before, you know, and then it just flashes to Garrett holding me back, and I'm crying all over again. Then I wake up, and I'm either really crying, or in a state of shock, cause it felt so real.

Alright. So, Hailey, what it sounds like you're experiencing are lucid dreams, where you're actually aware that you're dreaming these scenarios, whether they be real-life or not. The presence of Garrett in one of them does strike me as odd. Why is he in your dream? Was he actually there the day of the murder?

Yeah, he was. He was the one who found Jay. Er, well, I found him, but Garrett held me back, as it was too gruesome for me to handle. He was shot point blank range by Ron Booth, the guy we were under trying to catch.

And did they catch Booth?

Hailey paused, the question coming like a surprise, for what reason, she wasn't sure.

You know, I actually don't know the answer to that. Garrett had said he was running point with my old sergeant, Max Anderson. But then I transferred out of Robbery-Homicide because I needed a change of pace, environment.

Ah, I see. And did Garrett stay in touch with you about Booth?

Her brows furrowed. Now that she thought about it, no. He hadn't. Interesting.

Um, you know, now that I think about it. He hasn't been keeping in the loop. Dr. Charles, do you mind if we cut this one short? I wanna go talk to Garrett and my old sergeant. Maybe they just didn't want to tell me that they had captured Booth because they were worried I'd go off on him, or something, I don't know. But I wanna find out.

Alright, Hailey. Dr. Charles said, dismissing her from the session.

When she arrived outside her old unit, she took a deep breath before barging in the double doors. "Hey Hailey," Cara's voice was the first one she heard. "What're you doing here?"

"I need to see Max. Is he in?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Thanks."

She knocked carefully on the door, to which she heard a come in. She came face to face with her sergeant, but someone else was also in the chair across from him. Of course.

"Hailey–"

"I'll come back." She stammered, turning quickly to remove herself before she punched Garrett in the face or threw him against the wall and demanded answers.

"No, that's alright," Garrett said smoothly. "I was done."

She nodded, and as he brushed past her, she could've sworn she knew that scent on him. From where she couldn't quite remember, and she didn't have much time to rack her brain as Max had her sit.

"What can I do for you Hailey?"

"I wanted to know why you or Garrett haven't been keeping me in the loop about Booth."

"I–" Max said, pulling a few files out from his desk. "Hailey, I apologize. Garrett told me he's been in communication with you this whole time. He had some old intel, and he talked to his old CI's. But nothing popped. Until we saw Booth bought an airplane ticket for Mexico. But when we raided the airport, he never showed. So, he either played us, or he was never planning on leaving. Either way, he's still in the wind."

Hailey squeezed her eyes shut, finally remembering where she had first came into contact with that specific scent that was on Garrett's jacket. Jay. But why would he have Jay's scent on him…unless….

No, it couldn't be that easy, could it? She realized she hadn't said anything for a solid minute to Max. "Sorry, Max. Yes, thank you for the update. Do you know where Garrett was headed?"

"He had to meet with a CI, off the books. Said he'd be back in an hour. Why?"

"No reason. Thanks!" Hailey said as she practically sprinted back down the stairs. She needed to put two and two together – but for that to happen, she needed help. She pulled out her phone from her pocket, dialing like the wind.

"Voight."

"Hey, it's me. I need your help."

"What do we got here, Hailey?" Hank asked, the white board blank and pen ready in his hand.

"Alright, well I'm 95% sure that Garrett knows where Ronald Booth is. And I'm also pretty damn sure that Garrett may have had something to do with what happened to Jay."

"What makes you say that?" Adam genuinely asked, a little confused as usual. Kevin forced Adam's hand down, rolling his eyes before motioning at Hailey to continue.

"Well, that's the thing, is I don't know for sure 100%. That's why I need your help in putting it all together."

"Alright, well, let's start with what we know," Voight offered.

Hailey turned to Kim, who came up to tape each photo that was needed to the white board. One was of Jay, the other two were of Garrett and Ron. Voight began scribbling down their stats, while Kim handed Hailey her notepad.

"During the whole undercover op, Garrett was acting shady. I mistakenly defended him at first, but then, the better I got to know Jay, the more I trusted when he said something wasn't right with Garrett. Not to mention, he – Garrett, I mean, – was being a total asshat for no reason at times….yelling at us, calling off plans, changing the game up on us. Like he always wanted to have the upper hand."

"Okay, so then how does that lead us to Jay's….death?" Kevin said a little sheepishly in the background.

"Wait, Hailey, are you saying you think Garrett killed Jay?" Kim asked.

She nodded, but she could feel the whole team's eyes on her as she wrote a question mark by Jay's TOD. "I don't know for sure. Because if Jay saw something he wasn't supposed to in that motel, or heard something, maybe Garrett freaked out. I don't know. But one thing I know for sure is that he'd been with Jay more recently than 6 weeks ago, so unless he's stashed a thing of peppermint somewhere, the scent I caught earlier was inherently Jay."

Voight nodded, seeming to put it together. "So, couple that with your suspicions on Booth's whereabouts, and you're thinking Garrett's been playing everyone from the get?"

"Exactly."

"But don't we need more than that before we can get the SOB?" Adam asked.

Hank nodded once again, as did Hailey.

"That's why I'm gonna meet with him. It'll be a controlled meet, but I have to go in alone. If it's just me, I think I can get him to trust me, or, at the very least, slip up."

"Hailey, wait, if he's really our guy, isn't he dangerous?" Kim asked worriedly.

Hailey twisted her lips up, before looking at Kim. "Yeah. But if it means Jay's out there somewhere, I wanna bring him home. You guys deserve that."

Kim gave Hailey a small smile, and everyone else in the room seemed to understand the importance of this specific mission. They had one goal: catch Garrett; find Jay.

Hailey just hoped she could do both and still make it out alive.

I should really start going to church again, Jay thought as he made his first miraculous discovery. In all his haste to leave quickly, Garrett hadn't locked the deadbolt on the door.

He'd been nicking a piece of scrap metal against a rock for the last 2 hours Garrett was gone; and he had almost managed to make it sharp enough to cut through the ties that bound his wrists.

He scraped against the plastic, not quite understanding how it could cause so much friction against your skin. He hissed as he felt himself jab his wrist accidently with the pick. Shit. He felt the warmth of blood trickle down his hand, but he could tell it wasn't a deep cut. It couldn't have been, the metal wasn't corroded or anything like that. Sharp enough to break free, but not sharp enough to kill. He tried to keep that random thought in the back of his mind in case Garrett happened to return sooner than expected.

He let out a sigh of relief when he heard the tell-tale crack of plastic. He didn't have time to assess his wrists right now, he just wanted to get the hell out of here. He leapt up for the door, making a mad dash towards it, ready to knock it down with everything he had.

One hit wasn't enough, and after 3, his good shoulder was starting to feel just as bad as the one he'd actually had a bullet removed from. "Dammit," he cursed. He tried to think of something to lift his spirits a little, at least enough for one more go. Do it for Hailey.

He took a deep breath before going for the door one more time, and by some grace of God or he didn't know what, it burst wide open. He thanked God that the adrenaline kicked in, overpowering the intense pain in his shoulder. He made a run for the first hallway, praying it would be easier to get out of here than it was to get out of that ridiculous room.

He had to stop a couple of times, once to catch his breath, but another time because he thought for sure he heard footsteps. He peered down the opposite end of the hall, but saw no signs of anyone else around. So, he kept moving, creeping quietly along the wall's edge.

He turned a few more corners until he finally saw the literal light at the end of the tunnel, as a dimly lit lamp shown near a pull-down contraption for makeshift stairs. Great, he thought as he tugged it down to his level. He carefully made his way upward, not really caring where in the world he ended up, as long as he was out.

It took a minute to navigate his surroundings, but once he felt the cool Chicago air whip his face, he knew he was finally freed from the underground bunker. He took off down the alleyway he assumed he was in, as it was darker than he thought. His eyes took a second to adjust to the lack of natural light, as he continued to run down the dirt road.

He reached a clearing in the road, where it split off into two directions, each following a separate side of the sidewalk. At least he knew he was still in the city of Chicago…although from where he could guess, it must be the South Side. Hell, even deep in Pilsen? He wasn't entirely sure.

It was only then that he saw the bright blue and red lights he'd come to know like the back of his hand. So, he ran until he could reach it.

Hailey couldn't believe she'd been so stupid. Maybe she deserved this…having to spend her hours watching Garrett like a hawk, all the while, still worrying about Jay's fate. If he really was gone. Or if there was somehow, someway, to get him back.

She sighed, as Kim grabbed the binoculars again. "Hailey," she tapped her shoulder. "He's moving again."

So far, they'd followed Garrett to Pilsen Pizzeria, to a hardware store, and an outerwear shop. Hailey was getting so sick and tired of this. They should've had some clue as to where Jay was by now; but no, not a damn thing.

They watched as Garrett made movements to walk out the door, rather quickly for coming out of a pizza joint. He had just gotten into his car, and Hailey was tempted to blare the sirens, as she couldn't stand letting him get away again. If she had, she'd make up a fucking charge to come at him with.

Apparently, her instinct was right, as she saw something, or rather…someone out of the corner of her eye.

Somebody was…running towards the police? Well, that was a first. Whoever they were, they were still across the street, but running towards the intersection where you could cross over to the other side.

Kim had gotten out of the passenger side of their car, and was slowly making her way around the back of the vehicle. Hailey had done the same, each placing their hands on their weapons, just in case.

She squinted, the nightlight making it difficult to make out any distinguishing characteristics. That was until the street lamps clicked on over the pathways. Hailey gasped, feeling goosebumps erupt all over her body.

There's no way, is there? Only one way to find out.

"Jay!" She called to the mystery person. She could've sworn she heard the start of her name, or maybe a "Hey" or "Help," when a semi ran through the "SLOW TRAFFIC" sign. It blocked their views for 7 seconds, but that was enough for the image Hailey saw to be wiped clean from her memory. As if it…..as if he was never even there.

How could I actually have thought? She shook her head, looking at Kim, who was equally as baffled by the encounter. What a fucking day, Hailey thought as she reluctantly climbed back into her police cruiser, Kim following suit.

There wasn't any sign of Jay ever being there…and the likelihood that her theory could be right? She had no idea…but she still hadn't gotten Garrett alone yet. And she knew she needed that before she could even consider the possibility of Jay being alive.

I take back what I said about church, Jay so childishly thought, as he was thrashing around in Garrett's grasp, trying to get away.

"Nice try, Halstead, I'll give you that." Garrett snickered, before chloroforming Jay with a rag, sending him down for the count.

When he awoke, he was chained up, back in the same spot he had so desperately wanted out from. Garrett sat in front of him, smacking his face, apparently not convinced he was awake enough yet.

"I'm up," Jay griped, which only made Garrett's grin grow wider.

"Good. I got to admit, you got guts. But did you really think I'd be that stupid?"

"What're you talking about?"

"Oh, come on now, you're a detective, I bet you can figure it out…" Garrett drummed his fingers against his arm, like he was actually waiting for Jay to solve his stupid riddle.

Jay widened his eyes when the realization hit him. He looked at Garrett with the same expression, not even believing he would be that cruel. "You…set it up, didn't you?"

Garrett clapped mockingly. "There you go, nice work, Detective."

"Why would you do that?"

"Do you really have to ask?"

"Yeah, because it's not even about the money anymore, is it? Then what is it? Huh? What's got you so bent out of shape?"

"You and Hailey always getting your way. Things should've been different for me, and they will be. Once you two are out of the picture."

"You can't be serious."

"Deadly."

"Look, I know you hate me, and I guess you hate Hailey too. But do whatever you want with me, but please, haven't you put her through enough?"

"She's only known pain; she hasn't known betrayal yet. Which is why I gave you two your little moment up there. So, then you can say you had one before you're both tragically killed."

"Garrett, please," Jay wasn't above begging right now. He'd sacrifice anything if it meant saving Hailey.

"It was actually your escape that inspired me, Jay. You were so fucking persistent at getting back to her, I thought, well why not end it like that too? It was originally just going to be your life, but honestly, the bigger picture is that with both of you out of the way, no one will question it. No one's gonna think, oh two of the best detectives went off script, off book, whatever lie I'll sell the bosses. It's perfect."

"You're insane."

"But at least I'm not that cruel…I'm at least letting you die together." Another bitter laugh escaped his lips before he shut the door on Jay again.

Jay didn't even care that he cried that night. Because he wasn't even sad for his life, but that he would cause Hailey to lose hers.

A/N: Sorry I'm closing this chapter on such an...evil note. Didn't intend for it to be this crazy, but I figured since Garrett was good at manipulation, why not have him go all in? I believe there will be one more chapter after this one, so hang in there guys. I promise, it won't turn out how you think. ;)