Hank was at home when he got the phone call from Chris.
As he sped to Molly's, sirens blazing, all Hank could do was replay Herrmann's words in his head. Kim, shot? Layla, taken? It sounded so impossible that Hank convinced himself he'd find out he'd misunderstood him when he arrived.
But when Hank pulled around the corner and Molly's came into view, reality and fear settled into his gut. The lights of an ambo and a patrol car lit up the street, which was full of bar patrons and neighbors who'd wandered outside to see what was going on.
Hank got out of his truck and barked orders at the patrolman who was standing there with a lost look on his face.
"Get these people back inside. Nobody leaves. Take everyone's statements."
"Yes, Sergeant." The patrolman responded, obviously glad to have some direction.
Once he passed through the crowd, Hank saw Herrmann standing beside the EMTs as they lifted Kim onto a gurney.
"Burgess!" Hank shouted, running until he was at her side.
Blood saturated her shirt and blood splatter covered part of her face, but Kim was still conscious.
"Sergeant Voight, we need to get her to Med, now." Sylvie Brett told him, her voice stern.
Kim reached out and grabbed Hank's wrist, leaving wet blood on his sleeve.
"White male. Middle-aged. Black hair. Six feet. Blue van. Plate WC49 or CW49… it's all I could get. He knew her. I think… he knew her."
Hank catalogued everything she said in his mind and shifted her grip to hold her hand. He could tell she was fighting unconsciousness.
"You did good, Kim. You rest now, okay?"
Almost immediately, Kim eyes closed involuntarily as she lost consciousness.
"Alright, out of our way! We're going to Med, stat." Sylvie shouted.
Hank watched as they loaded Kim into the ambo and turned on the sirens, pulling away from the curb.
Pulling out his phone, Hank called Trudy. He caught her up on what was happening.
"It's Jerry. I know it." Hank told her, anger making his words come out in loud bursts.
"I'll get the rest of Intelligence up to speed and we'll start tracking his credit cards, registered vehicles, searching pod footage…."
"That'll only tell us where he's been. I need to know where he's going. I have to get there before…"
Hank stopped himself from even speaking the words. If that son of a bitch hurt Layla, he was a dead man, Hank thought.
Suddenly, Hank remembered Daniel West, Jerry's boss and friend. He had to know something.
"Trudy, Daniel West. Get patrol to bring him in. I want him in interrogation when I get there."
"On it."
When Hank walked into the precinct, officers hurried to move out of his way. Word had spread quickly… one of his officers, shot. His girlfriend, taken. No one wanted to get in between him and whoever was responsible.
Hank hurried up to Intelligence where he found the rest of the team, and Trudy, working hard.
"Is he here?" Hank asked loudly before everyone realized he was even in the bullpen.
Hank was looking at Trudy for an answer. She stood and followed Hank, who never stopped walking, to interrogation.
"He's here, Hank. But I don't think he knows anything."
Hank turned and gave her a look, his hand on the door knob to the interrogation room.
"We'll find out." Hank growled, slamming the door behind him.
The team watched from the viewing room as Hank did what he did best. Intimidate.
"So you mean to tell me, that you have no idea where he could have taken her?"
Hank asked, his fists on the table, his body leaned in towards Daniel as he stood across from him.
"Sergeant Voight, I don't know! Like I said, Jerry has been like a stranger ever since he… resigned." Daniel put emphasis on the word resign, indicating that he knew that Jerry hadn't left voluntarily.
Hank smirked at him and walked around the table to stand behind him, leaning down to whisper in his ear.
"Daniel, you're a smart man. You know what I'm capable of. I suggest you think real hard." Hank put his hands on Daniel's shoulders and the younger man flinched.
"Where is he?" Hank growled in the man's ear.
Daniel closed his eyes, obviously nervous but trying to force himself to think.
Hank didn't remove his hands until Daniel's head popped up and he started talking.
"There's an old mill near where we grew up. It's been abandoned for years. We used to play there as boys. Lately, Jerry's been bringing it up a lot. I thought he was just reminiscing, but…"
Hank walked around the table.
"Address?"
As Daniel told them the location, Hank was already walking out of interrogation where Kevin fell in step beside him.
"Got it boss. 3465 Bakers Mill Road."
The rest of the team started gathering their things.
"Let's go!" Hank told them, not breaking his stride as he headed to his SUV.
When Layla came to, she thought her head would split in two.
It took her a moment to focus enough to open her eyes.
When she did, she felt a jolt of adrenaline.
She was in what appeared to be an old warehouse.
She felt something warm on her forehead. Blood. But when she lifted her hand to touch it, she was met with resistance.
With a wave of nausea, she looked down and realized the entirety of her situation. Her clothes had been removed, except for her underwear, and she was bound by her wrists and ankles to an old chair.
Looking around in a panic, Layla saw a camping lantern in the corner of the room. It was casting it's light on the wall by the door.
The wall, she realized, was covered with paparazzi style photos of her. Some of her and Hank. Moments she could remember. Some she couldn't. All captured on film and displayed in front of her now, showing her the extent to which Jerry's obsession had taken him.
She was still admiring the wall with a sick astonishment when Jerry entered the room.
His presence caused her adrenaline to surge and she pulled against her restraints.
"Oh, now I wouldn't do that. You might hurt yourself." Jerry said as he approached Layla, his voice sickeningly calm.
When he reached her, he brought his hand to her forehead, lightly outlining the gash in her forehead where she'd hit the door handle of the van.
"You already did some damage."
Layla cringed away from his touch but couldn't escape it.
"You did that, Jerry. When you kidnapped me and pushed me into a van."
Layla snapped, determined not to let him make her a victim.
Jerry looked at her for a moment, then smiled as he walked back over to the lantern.
"I guess you're right. But I had no choice, did I? I tried to do this the easy way, but you just wouldn't have it."
Jerry walked over to the wall of photos, his eyes settling on a photo of Hank and Layla kissing outside their house the night they returned from the concert.
"You were too busy with Voight to notice me."
Jerry's expression turned angry and he looked away from the photo.
Layla saw an opening and took it.
"Jerry, you need to stop whatever you're doing and let me go. You know Hank is going to come for me. And you know how that's going to end for you, so…"
"You think I have anything left to live for?" Jerry yelled, turning to her with a crazed expression on his face.
"I've lost everything! My wife left me! At least I had my job, until Voight took that from me too."
Then, his mood changing in an instant, he smiled at her.
"You were the one beacon of hope I had left."
Jerry walked over to her again and her body stiffened as he reached out his hand, letting his thumb caress her cheek, her neck, her shoulder…
When his finger lingered on her bra strap, sliding under it and tugging it off her shoulder, Layla did the only thing she could think of - she spit in his face.
In response, Jerry's hand landed with a loud smack against her cheekbone.
For a moment, Layla thought she might pass out again and it took her a moment to focus.
"You bitch! You're done teasing me. For once, I'm going to take what I want."
When the team arrived at the warehouse, Hank quickly assigned pairs to breach at each entrance. They'd approached with no sirens, as to not alert Jerry to their presence.
"Let's do this quickly and quietly until we find them."
No one asked what the plan was when they found Jerry. No one needed to.
The team breached quietly from their assigned entrance points and the next five minutes passed agonizingly slowly for Hank. The warehouse was huge and decay had caused a lot of debris they were having to avoid.
The lower level seemed to have been mostly offices, which meant a lot of rooms to clear as they made their way deeper into the building.
Hank and Trudy had breached together, and he turned to look at her in the darkness as they turned down another hallway.
"What if they're not here?" Hank whispered, the pit of dread in his stomach growing at the thought.
Trudy kept his gaze. "They're here, Hank. We've just got to keep looking."
Hank nodded and they proceeded to clear the next three offices on the hall. No one.
That's when they heard a scream from the other end of the hall.
Trudy called their location in to the rest of the team as they ran to the source of the scream.
Hank ran as fast as he could to the room, the glow of a light getting brighter as he approached.
Hank entered the room with his gun drawn and found Jerry on top of Layla on an old mattress. Layla was fighting against him as hard as she could.
Rage propelled Hank forward until he had his hands on Jerry, yanking him off of Layla and throwing him to the floor.
"Hank, I…" Jerry started to say, but Hank cut him off with a fist to the jaw, knocking Jerry back down to the ground with a thud.
From then on, Hank saw nothing but red. He straddled Jerry, pummeling him with punches until his fists began to slip against the warm blood coming from Jerry's broken nose, his busted lip.
Even then he only stopped because Ruzek and Atwater physically pulled him off of Jerry.
"Sarge, that's it! He's done!" Jay shouted, putting himself between Hank and Jerry with a steadying hand on Hank's shoulder.
"Voight!" Upton called from where she and Trudy were crouched beside Layla. "Get over here!"
Hank hurried to Layla's side.
Layla was bleeding from her forehead, and there were bruises starting to form on her body from where Jerry had grabbed her, but she was alert, her eyes wide with fear.
When Hank knelt down beside her, Layla threw herself into his arms. The last inch of courage she'd been holding on to, gone, as she sobbed against his chest.
"You're safe now, baby." Hank told her, holding back tears of his own.