As Voight drove down towards Kelly's Pub in Canryville, Jay sat silently in the passenger seat. He kept replaying the night Mariana died over and over again in his head. He had tried to convince her not to go out that night. To this day he never admitted to anyone, other than one person he knew he could trust, that he had broken his cover telling her he was an undercover cop investigating her family's business, the Cartel's business, of drug running in Chicago. He would have never told her but that night she told him she was six weeks pregnant and the baby was his. As part of his cover, to get in with El Gato's crew, Jay had started dating Mariana. She was 25, beautiful with long jet-black hair, olive-colored eyes but she was also young and naïve and fell for Jay hook, line and sinker. She had been his ticket into quickly moving up the ranks of the cartel. Everything for seven months had been going to plan, a plan that had kept his mind off of Erin's abrupt departure to New York, until that night. All he could think was there would be no way in hell he would allow his kid to grow up around the cartel. That's exactly what he told Mariana. For almost seven months he had been lying to her. He begged her to leave with him. He had a place they could escape to where her family would never find them. She started crying, angry tears, screaming at him that he had betrayed her, betrayed her family and she would never be able to trust him again. She threatened to tell her family the truth about him. That stopped him in his tracks. "Mariana, your family will torture me and then kill me if you tell them. What will you tell our child when they're old enough to ask about me? Will you tell them you caused my death? Please Mari. Come with me. We can leave tonight. I love you Mariana. I'll make you happy, I promise." he said thinking to himself he didn't really love her but was desperate enough to say anything at that point. She wasn't having any of it. With tears streaming down her face, she told him she was going to see her brother Ramon. "Mari, please don't go to his bar tonight. Something's going down. I can't get into it but for the safety of our baby, for your safety, I'm telling you, begging you actually, not to go." "Fuck you, Jay." She said as she walked out the door. "Shit!" Jay yelled to the empty apartment. He rushed down the hall and into their bedroom, grabbing the burner phone that had been hidden in a compartment in the back wall of the closet. He turned the phone on and dialed the number of the one person he knew could help him...
PRESENT DAY:
"Jay. Hey! Halstead, you with me?" Hank asked. "Sorry Sarge. My mind just went back to that night. The night Mariana died." Jay replied. "Jay, Christine isn't Mariana. We are going to get her back. Now I need your head in the game. I need to know you have my back when we walk thru that door." Voight said as he stepped out of his black Escalade. Jay got out, assuring his boss he was good, and the two of them headed inside. "Hey Mickey. How's it going?" Voight asked the bartender, who just grunted in return. "Mickey, I need to talk to O'Doyle. It's important, otherwise you know I wouldn't be here." Voight said. "You have a lot of nerve showing your face here, Voight. What brings you to my little bar, where the upstanding, hardworking citizens of Canryville like to come have a drink knowing Chicago's finest hang out at Molly's and won't bother them here? What do you need Voight?" Finn O'Doyle asked, his Irish brogue still think as the day he left Ireland forty years ago. Hank and Jay turned in the direction the voice came from and they watched O'Doyle walk out of the back room with two large guys behind him. "Hank, you remember my twin boys, Liam and Shamus, don't you?" O'Doyle asked. "Listen O'Doyle, I didn't come here to cause any trouble. I just need to know if you've heard from Paddy McGuire or anyone else in Boston over the past couple of hours." Voight said. "Aye." O'Doyle responded, "Spoke with cousin Paddy an hour or so ago. He is coming to pay his favorite niece a visit. Tho, from what he says, he needs to pick her up from the prick who kidnapped her earlier tonight. I hear that happened on your watch. You know Paddy, Hank, and how he gets when he's not happy. Well, let me give you a heads up...Paddy isn't happy with you. And, he is even less happy with one of your Detectives. I'm guessing you're Halstead." he said pausing and looking at Jay. "Boy-o you stepped in some serious shit. Not only does the Cartel want you dead, but if they hurt one hair on cousin Christine's head, you'll not only have the Cartel to contend with, you'll have the Irish from Boston and the Irish from Canryville coming for you as well." Turning back to Hank, Finn asked if he could deliver a message to Paddy when he arrived. After telling Finn to have Paddy call him, Hank and Jay walked out of the bar. Hank called Al as soon as they were back on the road. "Al, Paddy McGuire is already on a plane headed for Chicago. Get the flight plan for whatever private jet he chartered. Text everyone the information when you have it. Halstead and I are headed towards O'Hare now."
As Voight raced down the road, Jay's mind flashed back to the phone call he made the night Mariana died. "Hello?" a gruff voice answered the phone. "Sarge, I messed up bigtime. I need your help. I broke cover. Mariana is pregnant so I told her the truth. She's on her way to her brother's bar right now. She's going to rat me out. The cartel is going to kill me. Sarge, there's a raid scheduled to take place tonight at the bar. I don't want her caught up in this. At least not any more than she already is because of me. Sarge, please, I'm begging you. Tell me what to do." Jay said as he grabbed his gun, shield and truck keys. He ran outside and hopped in his truck as Voight replied "Go to the cabin. Dump your phone in the Chicago River and then buy another burner when you cross state lines. Text me the new number as soon as you have it. Do not call anyone else. I'll take care of it kid." "Hank, I can't leave. She's carrying my child." Jay said but he was cut off by the one person he could trust right now. "Jay, you won't be good to either one of them if Ramon or El Gato kills you. Just do what I say." Voight ordered, ending the call. Jay didn't know, and still doesn't completely know, what went down after he hung up with Voight but he did what his Sargent instructed. He dumped his phone in the river and drove towards his cabin in northern Wisconsin. A cabin, no one but his unit and his brother knew about. He stopped at a 24-hour Walmart, thirty minutes after crossing state lines and bought a new pre-paid phone and, not knowing how long he was going to be in hiding, some groceries and necessities. He texted Hank the new number and the only response he received was "Okay." What the fuck was that supposed to mean, he wondered to himself. The darkness of night was giving way to daybreak as he pulled into the driveway. He was starting to crazy, he thought to himself, as he paced inside the cabin. He wasn't sure how long he would be able to hide out in solitude and he had only been there for an hour. He was worried about Mariana and the baby. After another hour of pacing, Jay warily sat on the couch as the sun was rising over the lake. I just need to close my eyes for a minute he thought...
PRESENT DAY:
"Thanks, AL. We are ten minutes out. Tell them to stay out of site and wait for us behind the hanger." Voight said, ending the call. He looked over at the younger detective, sitting in his passenger seat, knowing exactly what Jay was thinking about. He knew Jay had never loved Mariana, but also knew Jay felt guilty for leading her on when he was undercover and getting her pregnant. Voight had his doubts that the girl had actually been pregnant. He thought Marian's father and brother had put her up to it, suspecting things weren't on the up and up with her boyfriend, which would have resulted Jay walking into a trap at some point. But he was never able to prove it. Before the Medical Examiner could perform an autopsy, El Gato pulled strings within the Colombian government and had his daughter's body returned to Colombia for a private burial. He was determined to get to the truth once and for all so he could put Jay's mind at ease.
"Jay, we're here. Christine's Dad and Uncle will be landing within the next twenty minutes. Let's gear up and review the plan with the rest of the Unit." Voight said bringing Jay back to reality. They got out of the SUV, where the rest of the team, including Al, waited for them. "So here's the deal. We're not going in with sirens blaring and guns blazing. Remember, Christine's Dad is not involved with any criminal activity. He is strictly a concerned parent and should be treated that way. Any shooting starts, for any reason, then Antonio, I want you to grab Mr. Brennan and get him out of there. Halstead, Al and I will be waiting for the plane as it pulls into the hanger. Al has some history with Paddy, so we're going to use that to our advantage. Upton and Ruzek, I want you covering us from the north end of the hanger while Burgess and Atwater cover us from the south end. Any questions? Okay then let's go." Hank said leading his team to the hanger.
Hank stood in front of the hanger with Al and Jay on each side of him as they watched the Gulfstream GIV jet land and taxi along the runway towards the direction of the hanger. "Anything I need to know?" Jay asked the two older men. "Yeah. Keep your mouth shut and don't talk to Paddy unless he addresses you first." Al replied. The door to the jet opened and eight men walked down the steps of the plane. "Jay, do you have an update on my daughter?" my Dad asked him. Before Jay could answer Voight and Al introduced themselves to my Dad, assuring they were doing everything possible to find me. "Well if it isn't two of Chicago's finest leading the welcome party. Olinsky, it's been a while. I wish it had been a while longer before we ran into each other again. However, I'm just here in town to visit some family so I don't think I'll be continuing our conversation any further. I'm sure there are more important things for the Intelligence Unit to be doing then hanging out around an airline hanger, and I'm anxious to see my family. Oh, and look, our ride has arrived, right on time." Paddy McGuire said as he walked towards the three large SUV's that pulled onto the tarmac. Walking forward, Al stood in front of Paddy and said "Paddy, I need a moment of your time before you leave." The two men walked away from the group with one of his security guards behind him. "We need to talk about your niece. Hank and I don't want this situation to escalate into a war between the Irish Mob and the Colombian Cartel. Let us do our job. Stand down, have your men stand down and we will safely deliver Christine back to you." Al said. "Look Al, you and I go back more than a few years. We've worked both together and against each other, but if I was convinced you could get my niece back then I wouldn't be here. If my brother-in-law thought you could do your job he wouldn't have woken me up at 2:00am, convinced his daughter was about to be murdered at any moment. The last time Michael Brennan called me in the middle of the night it was when my dear sister Maureen was dying. I don't like receiving phone calls in the middle of the night from Michael. I'm sure you can understand why. I'm guessing the third member of the welcoming committee is Halstead. I understand his relationship with my niece has taken a turn from professional to personal in the past week. Once I get Christine back that is something I will take care of. Blood is thicker than water and no family member of mine is getting involved with a cop. It just isn't done. But back to what's important. My reach extends outside of Boston. I have my sources in the Chicago PD. I know for a fact you have no clue where that scumbag Carlo Sosa, otherwise known as Little Ricky, is holding my niece. Which is why I have arranged for a friend of mine to pay a visit to Ramon Gutierrez at his cell in the MCC Federal Prison. I should have the location and possibly a deal for the exchange if needed within an hour. If that doesn't happen I will go to war to get my niece back. She is the most important thing in the world to me so I'm telling you right now Olinsky. Back off. We are not working together on this one."
The Intelligence Unit watched as my Uncle Paddy, my Dad and my Uncle Paddy's "Security Team" piled into the three SUV's and drove out of the airport. "Now what? What good did that do? How are we going to find Christine?" Kim asked, her voice shaking as she looked at the rest of her Unit, her eyes tearing up at the look of anguish on Jay's face. She knew he had been thinking the questions she just asked. "I mean no disrespect, Sarge, but where do we go from here?" she asked Voight. "Roman, cough if you can hear me." Voight said as everyone but Al looked at him in disbelief. Hank tapped his ear piece and said "Sean Roman seems to be enjoying his first undercover assignment. He feels as guilty, maybe even more so than the rest of us so he volunteered to help in any way he can. They only people who know he is posing as Paddy's chauffeur is this Unit, Trudy Platt and Finn O'Doyle. Trudy knows O'Doyle from back in the day and went down to Kelly's Pub after Halstead and I left. Seems that she was able to cash in on debt O'Doyle owes her and he is going to keep his mouth shut about Sean. Finn was only too happy to oblige. Living in Chicago, and at his age, he doesn't want a war breaking out between the Irish Mob and the Colombian Cartel, but with Paddy now here, he doesn't have much of a say and told Trudy he thinks they are on the brink of war. We are also tracking the GPS for all three SUV's. Wherever they go we will know and we will be there. We're all heading down towards Canryville now. Keep your eyes open and be on high alert once we get down to the Southside. Anything that looks out of place we address it. As much as I want to make sure Christine is returned to Halstead and her Father in one piece, I'm not letting a war break out in my city over her. Halstead, you're with me again. Let's go." Voight said walking towards his SUV.
A/N: I need to give a big thank you and shout out to EyesOnTv777 for the great reviews and private messages about my story. I've said it before I'm having a great time writing this story and I'm so happy you are enjoying it. For the rest of you who are reading along please follow the story so you receive an alert when a new chapter is posted. There are days that I post more than one chapter in less than 24 hours so my story doesn't always appear at the top of the Chicago PD page. Hope you are all enjoying it and I'm excited to share the next chapter with you. Christine's kidnappers will soon discover she's not a weak, timid woman and her relationship with Jay is definitely going to hit some bumps due to her family connections in Boston and Chicago!