Hold

Hold on

Hold on to me

'Cause I'm a little unsteady

A little unsteady

-Unsteady by X Ambassadors

"Hey, Sarge, you wanted to see me?"

Voight glanced up from the case file he was reading, and gestured for Antonio to close the door.

Antonio did, looking confused and a little bit worried. "Halstead. Have you heard from him?"

Antonio frowned. "No, I haven't. Why? What's going on?"

"He's late. He's not picking up his phone."

Antonio looked thoughtful. "Maybe he slept in."

"Doesn't explain why he couldn't pick up the phone. Not to mention the fact that he's been practically living here."

Antonio looked surprised, and Hank just raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, I know about that. I know about a lot of things that go on in here."

Antonio huffed. "Was that a dig about the Woods-"

"That's not why you're here, Antonio. Do you know where Halstead is?"

"No. I would've told you already if I did." Hank nodded in acknowledgement, but said nothing. His mind was going a mile a minute. It wasn't like Jay to to be late to work, let alone not show up at all.

"You're worried about him," Antonio said. It was more of a statement than a question. "You think something's wrong."

Hank clenched his jaw, then nodded. "Yeah, I do."

"I'll track him down, Sarge."

"Discreetly. I don't want any attention drawn to this."

"You got it."

Hank leaned back in his chair, stared out the door at Jay's empty chair. He hoped to god the kid was okay, because honestly, the team cannot take anymore losses. He couldn't take anymore losses.

"Sarge, I found him."

"Where is he?"

"North Avenue bridge."

Hank stood up so fast, his chair hit the wall. "What's he doing there?" He asked gruffly, struggling to keep his voice from showing any hint of the fear he was feeling.

"Hey, it's not what you think," exclaimed Antonio, holding his hands up in a placating manner. "He stopped a man from jumping."

Hank released a relieved breath, eying the expression on the younger detective's face. "If he's alright, then what's that look for?"

"He's a bit banged up. I talked to the officer on the scene, she told me that the man went off on Jay for saving him, that she and her partner had to pry the guy off of Jay. It sounded bad, Hank."

"They still on the scene?"

Antonio nodded.

"Alright, I'm going there. Keep an eye on things here, would ya?"

The drive was short, logically Voight knew that, but it felt a lot longer than it should have. When Antonio had told him Jay was found on the North Avenue bridge, he'd assumed the worst. The kid had been put through hell the past few weeks, and things seemed to be piling up. First Mouse leaving, then the whole thing with Abby and the strain it put on his relationship with Erin, then Erin leaving. Those alone would've been enough to break a man, but adding to that shooting a child and Louise dying?

The kid needed a break, and Voight kicked himself for not seeing that. He should've known better. He should've told him to take some time off, sort himself out, talk to someone. Instead, he'd brushed off the warning signs; the dark bags under Jay's eyes, him coming in early and leaving late, the distraction. He should've said something to Jay about it sooner.

When he got to the scene, there were two squad cars, an ambulance and about a dozen or so people looking on. Two policemen were trying to keep them away as much as possible, but it wasn't working all that well for some. The other two were standing by the ambulance. He got out of the car, and headed For the only female officer there, the one Antonio had spoken to.

"Detective Hank Voight?" She asked before he had the chance to introduce himself. "Antonio told me to expect you," she explained before he got the chance to ask how she knew him.

"Officer Cruise."

She extended a hand, and he took it, shaking it firmly, before dropping it. She spun around and walked toward the ambulance. "Your boy is being looked at by the EMTs."

"Hey, hang on," he stopped her. He wanted the details, he did. But they were getting to where Jay was sitting, and Hank knew he wouldn't appreciate being talked about like he wasn't there. He also knew that extracting any information from Jay would be like pulling teeth.

Officer Cruise frowned. "Is something the matter?"

"Tell me what happened, officer."

"Well, according to witnesses, the guy, David Rogers, was standing on the banister, clearly intending to jump. He was sobbing, and Detective Halstead was trying to calm him down, to get him off the ledge. It seemed to be working, but Halstead must have said something to set the guy off again, because he jumped."

"Antonio said the guy was alive." And if he wasn't, then god help them. Because knowing Jay, he would be shouldering the blame for this death too.

"He is. The Detective saved him. Some people caught it on camera. I'm sure it'll be on the news in a few hours."

The officer checked her notepad, then looked up at him again. "When he got him to safety, the guy started screaming at Halstead for saving him, then he punched him." She stopped, hesitant.

"What's on your mind, officer?"

She took a deep breath. "I saw the video one of the bystanders took. Detective Halsted just let him do it. I'm not saying he should've beat the guy. Just- He should've at least tried to stop him."

He didn't comment on what she said, merely nodded in thanks and headed for Jay. He was sitting in the back of an ambulance, hunched over with a blanket on his shoulder. He was staring at his shoes, and Hank was sure Jay wasn't all there right now.

"Hey, Jay." He forced his voice to be low and soft, not wanting to startle him. It mostly worked, seeing as Jay only flinched a little.

"Sarge," he said in surprise, "what are you doing here?"

"What do you think I'm doin' here, Jay?"

Jay said nothing. He kept staring at Voight like he couldn't believe he'd come. It bothered him more than he was willing to admit.

"What happened, kid?"

"Can we not talk about it? Please. From the looks of things, it's going to end up on the news anyway. You'll find out about it soon enough." Though his voice was low, exhausted, he still managed to sound bitter about it.

"Okay. You need a ride home?"

Jay's eyes searched his face for something, and then he nodded. "That'd be great. Thanks, Sarge."

"Anytime, Kid."

In the car, Jay was sat rigidly. And Hank didn't know if that was because he was expecting an interrogation, or because of an injury.

"You sure I shouldn't drop you off the hospital?"

"I'm fine."

Voight sighed. "How about you come to mine? I've got beer."

When he chanced a look at him, Jay was looking at him like he'd grown two heads.

"I'll be fine on my own, Sarge."

"You sure about that?"

"Yeah, actually, I am," he snapped. "Been doing it for most of my life."

He looked at him again, and saw Jay looking out the window, his hand, balled into a fist, pressed into his mouth. The kid was definitely not fine, Voight knew that, but he also knew that pushing him wouldn't do either of them any good. He reminded Hank of Erin, in that regard.

The rest of the car ride was silent.

When he parked the car in front of his building, Jay wasted no time in getting out.

"Hey, kid," he called out. Jay turned around. "Take care of yourself, alright?"

Jay nodded. "Thanks, Sarge."

Voight went back to the scene. He wanted to take a look at the video, and to make sure Jay really did not need a hospital. The EMTs probably wouldn't still be there, but he hope they would be.

Officer Cruise looked surprised to see him again, but only for a few seconds. She let him have a look at the EMTs report, and though it was worse than Jay made it seem to be, it wasn't actually all that also sent him the video. He thanked her, then walked the short distance back to his car, got in and played the video. It was shaky, and from the looks of it, it wasn't taken from the beginning. At least the sound was clear.

"She left me! Ten years of my life I spent loving her, and she just left me."

"Come on, man, just come down, okay? It's not worth it, believe me."

"Not worth it? She was my life. I'm nothing without her."

"I know it feels that way now, but trust me, it's not true."

"Yes it is. It was nothing to her. And I'm nothing too."

The guy's tone was final, and Jay must have picked up on it, because at the exact moment the man jumped, Jay lunged after him. Voight didn't know how he manged to move so fast, but he did, and ge caught him.

There was some screaming from the crowd, and Hank lowered the volume. Jay and the man disappear from view as the woman taking the video changed position, probably walking closer. When the camera was back on them, Jay had already pulled the guy up.

He was struggling against him, but Jay held him tightly. He managed to escape and punched Jay. Once, twice, three times. And Jay took it. Like Cruise said, he didn't fight back, didn't lift a finger to stop the next few hits. He hit the ground hard, and Voight winced. Probably why the EMTs suspected a concussion. He wouldn't let me take him to the hospital, but the EMTs patched him up. I just wanted to give you a heads up."

"Oh, thank god." 'Don't thank him, yet,' Voight thought. "And he's alright?"

"Yeah." He hesitated, and Will must have heard it in his voice.

"Voight? Everything okay?"

"Yeah, Kid, just… take care of your brother, will you?"

Will was silent for a moment, then, "I will."

"Alright." And with that, Voight hung up.

It was out of his hands now. He'd done all he could. He just hope it was enough.

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