A/N: I'm back guys! Sorry for the delay (I know, I've said that a lot about this story...but work comes first). Anyhow, I know I had originally said this story would have just one more chapter, but as it turns out, I need a couple. So this is part 1. Part 2 will be coming within the next 24 hours, I PROMISE. Hope you like this one. -K.

Hailey splashed some water on her face, looking up at her reflection as the excess dripped off her skin and down the drain. Sometimes she wondered why water couldn't just immediately absorb into your skin; or why feelings couldn't just immediately be pushed away. She supposed they both had one thing in common: you had to smooth it out, making it look prettier on the surface than it actually was.

She patted her face dry with her towel, ignoring the bags under her eyes from lack of sleep. She didn't get but maybe an hour or two, as her head was running wild with every thought imaginable. It wasn't only the what-ifs, but the pure rage at Garrett, for potentially having something to do with the love of her life being gone. It was also fear, if she was being honest, that Jay wasn't actually alive…that her instincts with which she thought she could rely on, were wrong.

She sighed, re-doing her ponytail before she zipped up her jacket. One last glance, and she was out the door to meet Garrett. He insisted on meeting at Pilsen Pizzeria; why, Hailey wasn't sure, but she didn't really care. She was just glad he was willing to meet with her at all. Because the closer she got to Garrett, the closer she could get to Jay. And that's all that mattered.

Jay too was woken up by water, but not a light self-induced splash from a faucet; no, but a dumping of ice cold water from a bucket.

"Get up!" Garrett's voice rang out overhead. Jay was really starting to hate the way he spoke, but, he did as he was told, shaking the remnants of the water from his face as best he could without the use of his hands. He staggered to his knees, but apparently not fast enough for Garrett, who grabbed him up off the ground and threw him back against the wall.

"Are you listening?" His voice had an edge that Jay hadn't heard since he yelled at him about "turning Hailey against him."

He nodded, worried that if he opened his mouth he'd say something stupid. And with the anger that was emanating from Garrett's gaze, he didn't want to take that chance right now.

"This is the last time you're going to be here alone. Your girlfriend will be joining us soon, she just doesn't know it yet."

"I swear to God, Garrett–" He was struck across the face before he could finish his sentence.

Jay felt his lips curl up against his cheek, tasting the metallic twinge of blood from one of the corners. He couldn't help but scowl at the man that stood in front of him.

"For once in your life, Halstead, you're going to listen." Garrett warned, and Jay saw a glint from something in his jeans pocket. He couldn't quite tell if it was a knife or a gun, but either way, he knew better than to try his luck again.

"You're going to sit here until I get back. Then you'll get to see Hailey…though I'm not sure if she'll be conscious to see you. Depends on how things go. If she plays along, I may let her think she's won. If not, she'll pay just like you did. Potentially worse considering her prudishness is what got me here in the first place."

Jay felt his breath come out in short spurts, almost like a huff, as he felt like his heart was going to leap from his chest. He didn't understand how Garrett could be so…callous about this. He was going to commit cold blooded murder of two Chicago police officers, and he acted as if he'd done it a million times.

He was pulled from his thoughts by a cold laugh off of Garrett's lips. "Don't worry man. I'll be sure to tell you how good she was." He began to turn away when Jay knocked him off his feet by the use of his own legs.

Garrett didn't quite have the crash landing Jay was hoping for, but then again, it wasn't like it was a roundhouse kick.

"You really wanna do this, huh? You must have a death wish." Garrett said, picking himself up off the ground.

"Wouldn't be the first time," Jay said, his blood boiling with every minute that ticked by.

"I'm not gonna waste my energy," Garrett said, shaking his head before walking out. "See you soon, Jay."

Those were the last words he heard before he was left alone once again.

Hailey tapped her foot incessantly against the tile floor of the pizza joint. Guess some things never change, she thought as Garrett was now 15 minutes late.

"Still no sign of Reynolds," she told her team.

"Hold positions," Voight ordered. "Wait to see if we get Halstead, or for Hailey's distress signal."

"Copy," was heard across the channel. Hailey shifted in her seat, crossing her legs for the millionth time.

She heard the ding of the door, and whirled her head around her to find herself face to face with Garrett. He looked unkempt, even more so than usual. He seemed a little wired too, Hailey noticed. He quickly sat down, eyes wide and speech quick as he said his hello.

"Thanks for meeting," she began, looking at him carefully.

"Yeah. What is it?"

"I just wanted to apologize for the way we left things," she said. "I didn't mean to leave so abruptly."

"It's fine," Garrett said, looking around. There were only a few other customers that lingered in the pizzeria, as it was late afternoon, almost the evening.

"So," Hailey tried, reaching out and grabbing for his arm. "I was hoping we could call a truce." She batted her eyelashes a couple times for added effect, hoping it'd throw Garrett off.

She saw his shoulders relax, and the muscle in his arm expanded, like he had let go of some kind of bad energy. Maybe nervous energy, Hailey thought, as she watched his eyes not meet hers fully.

"You okay?" She asked.

"Hm?" Garrett replied. "Oh yeah, no I'm good. Sorry, what were you saying?"

"I was just saying I'd like to call a truce…you know, between us. I know I've been so focused on the whole Jay thing, and I know that I'd been so stuck in it that I wasn't exactly fair."

"It's fine, Hailey." His tone was clipped, a little too short for her liking.

Time for plan B, she told herself. Play to his insecurity.

"It's just that, you know, he was the love of my life. I know how crazy that sounds, but he was just such a good guy. Sometimes I just really miss him. He was so kind, and he helped me through some things…"

"He's arrogant, if you ask me," Garrett scoffed. "I'm sorry Hailey, but the guy's not who you thought."

Got him. He sounded so pissed off, he didn't even notice his slip up yet. Operative word being yet, because as soon as she pressed him, he clammed right back up.

"What do you mean? I know you two didn't get along but,"

"But nothing. He was too much, okay. This is exactly what I mean…you're wrapped up in it,"

"Look," she said, grabbing his hand as he tried to get up. "I'm sorry, okay. That's really all I needed to say. I just had to get that off my chest, I think." She hoped her eyes looked pleading instead of plotting.

They must have, because Garrett's expression softened up too. "It's fine, Hailey." He ran a hand through his hair, pulling his phone out of his pocket. "Look, I gotta go, but I'll see you soon, okay?"

"Sure," she said. She didn't make a move to get up, wanting him to leave first so she could see where he went.

She watched him in her peripherals, as he fidgeted with his phone for a second. When she went to cross her legs again, she noticed something sticky on her boot. At first, she didn't dare take her eyes off Garrett, but when she realized it wasn't gum, but a piece of paper, she was curious.

She picked it up, noticing it was a label. "B&B Construction. 421 S Racine." That's just down the street. She couldn't help but tell her team the establishment's address.

"421 S Racine, yes, it's a construction company, but it's been shut down for 4 years now," Kevin said over the radio. "Why?"

"I don't know just yet," Hailey answered honestly. She really didn't know if it was supposed to be that easy. But regardless, something inside her told herself that she had to at least check it out. "Hold me down there though, alright?"

"Copy."

She got up from her chair and walked out of the pizza place. She made her way down the street, before turning a couple corners. She was now at the start of S Racine, and she carefully walked the gravel pathways and half-done sidewalks until she thought she stood in front of the building. Or, what was left of it.

It was, in fact, abandoned. More like demolished, ironically. The sun hadn't quite set yet, so she could still make out the imprint of where the address numbers once were. 4 2 1. Bingo.

She crept up towards where she assumed the front once stood, but wasn't entirely sure how to get in. She searched for a minute, trying to find any semblance of an entry point. It wasn't until she stubbed her toe against a big rock that she noticed the makeshift stoned wall and the cellar like door next to it.

She decided that had to be it. She shone her phone's flashlight on it, noticing it wasn't chained up or boarded up like she expected. Which means it's been opened recently.

She yanked on it, and sure enough, it opened right up. To what, she wasn't sure, until she shined her flashlight down below. She saw some pieces of cement that she assumed were supposed to be stairs, so she, albeit clumsily, made her way down them.

She had to jump down the last one, and she thankfully landed on her feet as opposed to her butt. She coughed, as she didn't expect the dust to come right up in her face. She swatted at the air, clearing her vision. What the hell was this place?

She didn't turn her feet, but rather swiveled at the waist to get a look at her bearings. There was one hallway, she stood in the center of it, and had to decide whether or not to go left or right. She chose left, making her way down the hall until she reached another cross section. She chose pathway number 2, as it seemed to continue straight.

She had made it down the second hallway when she almost jumped out of her skin. A thump scared her more than it should frighten a cop. Course, in her defense, she was alone down here, practically weaponless, unless you count the pocketknife she hid in the band of her jeans.

She sucked in a breath, trudging on. It wasn't until she saw the literal gleam of light at the end of the tunnel-like hall that she let herself breathe a sigh of relief. Maybe that was it, where she needed to go. She picked up her pace, and sure enough, came face to face with the first door she'd seen in this place since she opened the cellar.

It was however, pitch black inside the room, so even though there was that little bit of light, it didn't help her to make out anything significant. She knew she had to get that door open, but how, she didn't know just yet.

She caught herself smiling at the one story Jay told about how he and Adam made a bet to see who could kick down the most doors in a day's work, so every single raid they did, one of them would insist on being first inside, if only so they could break down the door(s).

Jay won, but only by 1 door, and that was because the last door Adam had sent him almost flat on his face, as it was already unlocked, just closed, therefore when he backed up and rammed it, the force sent him forward instead of the door going backward. Hailey laughed so much at that story, as she couldn't help but imagine that only Ruzek would get himself into that kind of hilarious situation.

Alright, she figured, maybe I can break down a door this time. She decided to give it all she had, backing up as far as the concrete walls would allow, before going full force into the door itself. She growled out in pain, as she felt the heat run through her shoulder and down her arm. Fuck, she cursed under her breath; she didn't know how Jay did this so many times.

Jay, her mind echoed his name like a mantra as she found herself gearing up to try it again. She figured maybe she could do some kind of combination kick to send it open, instead of just relying on her shoulder, which now hurt like a son of a bitch.

She let out a long breath before going at it, her foot meeting the door with all the strength she had. She heard something pop, but she honestly wasn't sure if that was her ankle, or the door hinge. She was thankful when she landed steadily on her feet, and saw the door come down that it was the latter.

Even so, she wasn't prepared for the sight that awaited her. No, that, she wasn't sure how to comprehend.

Maybe Garrett drugged me, Jay thought, as he kept hearing these banging sounds on the door. He knew Garrett wasn't back yet, as he would just open said door, not bang on it like a maniac. Course, he wasn't sure what or who was making that sound, and he honestly wasn't sure if he could trust himself to figure it out.

Because of all the times he dreamed of Hailey, he never actually hallucinated her, in front of him. No, he reasoned with himself, blinking his eyes rapidly to clear his line of sight. No way. He shook his head, as if the motion would somehow rebalance his brain, which he was sure had to be "out of whack." It was the only explanation for what he was experiencing right now.

Because there was no way in hell that Hailey could be here right now. No way. No chance. Right?

But then he started hearing things, and at first, he almost thought he really was given something. But it sounded so close. Too close. The soft tone reached his skin, caressing it like it always had when she spoke his name.

"Jay," it was whisper thin, but he heard it. That Hailey voice. His favorite sound. He forced his eyes closed, opening them back up rapidly; before repeating the process, only slower. It wasn't until he felt the warmth of a hand to his cheek that he put it all together.

It was Hailey. She really was here, in front of him, right now.

"Jay," he heard her voice break that time, and he knew she was crying. "I thought you were dead. I… thought you were dead." She repeated, like she didn't know if he heard her the first time. Or maybe she just couldn't believe she actually believed at one point he was gone.

Whatever it was, that wasn't what fazed Jay. No, what fazed him was the actual word itself: dead. Which he and Hailey would be if they didn't get out of there. And that was what propelled his next words.

"Hailey," he breathed her name a little too harsh, he knew from the way she sighed. "Sorry," he backtracked, but continued on. "But I have to ask you. Did…did anyone follow you here?"

"What? No, I mean, the team's waiting for my all clear to breach or go ahead, but we had to find you first. They're outside at various points. Why?"

"Okay…" he thought for a second. "Did you see Garrett?"

"Yes," she whispered, not looking at him anymore, almost like she was embarrassed.

"No, no," he said, automatically wanting to reach out his hand to hers, but he strained against the chains that held his wrists behind his back. "Not like that. I just meant– did you talk to him today?"

"Yeah, why?" She asked him quizzically.

"Because," and at the sound of that voice they both froze, fixing their gazes above them. "You've led him right to back to you both."