Jay checked his phone for the umpteenth time, still no word from Olivia. He knew she was going out with the girls tonight for New Years Eve, he just found it odd that the last he had heard from her was around 6:30 pm when she was leaving work and heading home to get ready. He wanted to track her phone, but just the thought alone made him feel guilty, especially since he tried running background on her.

She'd been acting odd towards him lately, distancing herself. Maybe he shouldn't have told her that Owen said they should have a baby. She didn't seem bothered by it, she had just laughed and shook her head. She had been in her own little world, not her bubbly, loud, touchy-feely self.

"You goin to Olivia's after we wrap this case?" Kevin asked.

"Uh no, she's out with her friends."

"She has friends?!"Adam mocked.

Jay rolled his eyes and Kevin punched Adam's shoulder.

"Shut up Ruz, at least he's got a girl."

"She's not my girl." Jay reminded

"Whatever man,look, come to Molly's tonight and hang."

What Jay really wanted to do was go home or go wait at Olivia's. But what if she stayed at one of the girls' houses', or what if she went home with a guy, what if she brought a guy home. Oh hell no, she was too good to be sleeping around with random guys. He wouldn't allow it, nope, he wouldn't. As much as he wanted to go wait for her, he knew he couldn't.

So he ended up at Molly's with the guys, and everyone from 51. Drinking beers and taking shots. 12 am rang in and the bar cheered. but Jay got no call or text. At 12:30 he decided to reach out to her.

To Olivia from Jay

Happy New Year beautiful. Hope you're having fun. Just let me know when you get home so I know you're safe. Love you Livi

An hour later, Jay's phone rang, but it wasn't who he was expecting to hear from.

"Hey Sarge." Jay said stepping outside.

"Halstead, listen, we've got a problem."

"Okay, what's up?"

"You need to get to Olivia's, Jay. Something's happened."

Terrified, that's all he could feel at the moment. He was certain, he's never been that scared in his whole life. The block she lived on was taped off with red and yellow caution tape. Jay put the truck in park and took off running, not care if he had left it running or not. He was telling himself she was find, but the pit in his stomach told him different. He dodged under the yellow tape near the driveway and pushed off the officer who grabbed him.

"Someone grab that guy."

Jay flashed his badge.

"CPD Intelligence, asshole!"

Jay ran through the open front door yelling for Voight. He came to a dead stop in the foyer and looked around. So much blood, so much chaos. The smell of blood and his fear got to him. He ran back outside and threw up in the bushes. He took a couple of deep breaths before going back in to meet Voight.

"What happened? Where is she? Is she on her way to med? I want Will and Conor to take care of her."

"Jay, slow down." Voight said.

"She better not be going to Mercy, that hospital is gross."

"Jay, she's not at any hospital."

Jay felt sick again.

"Where...then where is she?"

"Listen kid-"

Jay was gonna lose it.

"Don't say it. Don't tell me she didn't make it."

"We don't know Jay, she wasn't here when anyone arrived on scene. All we know is that there are claw and drag marks on the floor. All we know is she got taken out of here, but she put up a fight."

"Who, uh, who called it in."

His head was spinning and he was trying to focus.

"Couple of friends from work."

Jay looked confused.

"Apparently, she never showed up to the venue where they were meeting up, so they came here. They figured she ditched them to stay with you and they were gonna make the two of you get dressed and go out. When they got here they found all this. Called 9-1-1, told the dispatcher she was related to a Detective Halstead, dispatched reached out to me."

By now the whole unit surrounded him.

"We'll find her Jay." Hank said.

Jay was beginning to unravel.

"Can I have a couple minutes alone?"

"Sure kid."

Jay's heart broke with every step he took. Maybe if he came here, this wouldn't have happened, maybe they could've been looking for her sooner. The couch they picked out together had been slashed to pieces. There was glass everywhere, it crunched under his feet. Pictures had been smashed and destroyed on the floor. Pools and trails of blood all over. Up in her room, is where he began to cry. It looked like every picture of them had been torn up, clothes he left here or that she took now shredded messes. Jay picked up her phone and noticed it was still audio recording. He stopped it and then pressed play.

"How'd you find me?"

She sounded so scared. Jay could hear footsteps.

"Oh Ainsely, did you really think that I'd believe that an 'accidental car accident' killed you. No,no, you'll die by my hands."

"Don't come any closer or I'll-"

"You'll what, sweetheart, call your boyfriend, the cop? He's not coming for you baby." The guy sneered.

"He will, and his whole team."

The guy laughed.

"He can't find you from the bottom of the river. No one's gonna find him and they'll never find you."

"You're...you're lying."

"You really think I'd let another man touch you, take you to bed. YOU FUCKING WHORE." He yelled.

There was a slap and a thud. Jay could hear them struggling, and she was fighting to breathe.

"YOU GOT HIM KILLED AINSLEY. YOU GOT HIM CHOPPED INTO LITTLE TINY FUCKING PIECES, TO FISH FOOD! YOU UNGRATEFUL BITCH!"

Jay hit stop, he couldn't listen anymore. He went downstairs and gave the phone to Hank.

"Go home Jay, or go to Will's."

Jay shook his head.

"That's an order Jay, you are not working this case."

"I'm gonna stay here. Clean up before she comes home."

"Jay-"

"She's coming home Hank, she has to come home."

Hours later, Jay was cleaning up in her room when he found a gift bag with his name on it. Curiosity got the best of him and he opened it. It was a small box that had a chain with a key hanging from it and a note. Jay sat on the bed and read the note.

Dear Jay,

I was going to give this to you for Christmas, but i second guessed myself and changed my mind. But then I thought about it, because we both know over thinking is my talent, and it was making me crazy, so i have to give it to you. Now I know you're thinking ' a key on a chain, really?' but there is a reason behind it. Not only is it the key to my house, but I want my home to feel like your home too. My door is always open to you. After a tough case or a bad day or nights when you can't sleep, you'll always know where to find me. In the past couple of years, you've taught and shown me so much love and kindness. I'm so glad that we're in each others lives. Always be safe, and always come home to me.

Always yours,

Livi

Jay placed the chain around his neck. The key fell on his chest, right next to his heart. Jay broke down again. Why was this happening? Who took her? Why was he calling her Ainsley? Why did she run to Chicago? None of it really mattered, he just wanted her back, safe.