Losing control
Back in the car, Jay stayed completely silent and just watched the buildings pass.
"Pull over here." The male told the father, a tall building looming before them.
"Get out!" The male snapped at Jay.
"Give me a minute." Jay snapped as he maneuvered his was out of the car.
"Walk." The dad said jabbing the barrel of his gun into Jay's back. Jay keep walking until they reached the door and Jay was forced inside.
"Where are you taking me?" Jay asked him, fearing the answer.
"Just keep walking." The father snapped as he forced Jay into the stairwell.
"Keep going." He told Jay.
"To the roof?" Jay asked him.
"Yes. Do you have a problem with that detective?" he asked Jay, who waited until a heavy door was open and he was standing on the rooftop.
"Come on, don't do this." Jay told him.
"I have to." The father snapped, his hands shaking. Jay could tell he was starting to lose control. Jay broke the zip tie, that bound his hands and prepared to fight back.
"Dumb move." The father told him, as he pointed a gun at Jay. "You can't ever make things easier on yourself can you, detective?" He asked Jay who was scanning his surroundings. He could see two, burly men guarding the roof entrance, two next to the father, and one had his gun pointed at Jay also.
"You're not getting yourself out of this." The father laughed at Jay, who noticed what he was doing.
"I can sure as hell try!" Jay snapped as he went right for the father's gun, when he felt pain coursing through his body and fell to the concrete. He knew the feeling, it had happened to him before, the taser zapped him again and his eyes rolled back and his eyelids shut.
When Jay came to his hands , but he wasn't on the rooftop. He started to struggle and realized he was half hanging over the ledge, and the father was holding the chain that was keeping Jay from falling to his death.
"I'm sorry about Emma." Jay told him.
"Don't say her name!" The father snapped as he loosened his grip, trying to scare Jay.
"Please. I know you want me dead, but killing a defenseless man, makes you look weak." Jay snapped back.
"I'll make you a deal." He told Jay.
"What kind of deal?" Jay asked him, trying not to look down.
"I will call the Intelligence Unit, and if they can convince me not to drop you, I won't, but i'd prepare yourself to die." He told Jay.
"Voight." Hank said into his cellphone.
"Sergeant Voight. I have your Detective with me, and I'm willing to let him go, if you trace this call and meet me here!" he laughed then ended the call.