Hi guys ! Once again, thanks a lot for your sweet reviews, it may not seem like a lot, but it really motivates me, so to all of you who reviewed, thanks again :)
This chapter introduces a second story line in parallel of the one centered on Jay. The two stories wil eventually join, but I'll let you see that :)
Et encore une fois, petite note spéciale pour parce que ça me fait plaisir d'écrire un peu en français : oui, je suis bien une fille haha et merci beaucoup, ça me touche vraiment :') Mes études m'encouragent à essayer par tous les moyens à rendre mon style d'écriture et mon anglais le plus fluide possible, écrire sur ce site m'a donc paru une bonne idée pour combiner les deux tout en ajoutant une touche de plaisir ! J'espère que l'histoire va continuer à te plaire, et à bientôt :)
« Hey partner what's on your mind ? You're not really talkative today ! »
Erin waited for the answer, tapping her finger against her desk impatiently. She was bored and her partner seemed lost in his own world.
« Jaaaaay come on ! » She snapped her fingers in front of his face, and smiled seeing that it made him jump from surprise.
« Welcome back to earth, sleeping beauty ! »
« I was not sleeping. »
« Not with your eyes closed, yes, but you were miles away from here. »
Jay smiled, amused.
« Well I'm right here now, thanks to you. I guess that makes you my prince ? »
Erin laughed and hit him in the arm softly.
« But really Jay what were you thinking about ? »
He sighed and got up from his chair.
« Curiosity killed the cat, Erin. »
That being said, he patted her on the shoulder, and with a little smile, he walked out of the room.
« Eh ! Don't walk out from me ! Where are you going ? No seriously Jay you haven't even answered my question ! Wait ! »
She followed him quickly, and tried not to let her smile show on her face seeing him laughing, amused despite herself.
« Will you at least tell me what you've been up to this week-end ? I haven't heard from you since you told me Friday that you had « some company » over for the night. I guessed it went well then ? »
Jay stopped himself from letting show any emotion on his face, and forced himself to smile instead.
« Yep. »
« Something serious ? »
« Nope. »
Erin was about to respond when Voigh voice made them both stop on their tracks :
« Eh, you two, come back here we've got a case ! »
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He thought it was going to be easy for once. How stupid he had been ! When did it ever had been easy ? Of course things weren't going to go as planned, they never do. But still, he didn't expect to find himself caught in the middle of a shooting by going to interview a 60-years-old couple about their latest case.
The case was awful, really. Cases that implied childrien were always harder, but this one was a particularly though one. He remembered everybody look when Voigh told them about it, this morning – a mix of horror and sadness, and really he had been feeling the same way.
The bodies of six little boys had been found in a container. They all had been murdered, two of them strangled and the rest beaten to death. The photos were painful to watch, and brought a feeling of unfairness to him. They all were so young… The oldest just turned ten, while the youngest hadn't even celebrated his sixth birthday.
After investigation, they had only been capable of identifying one of the children. He was the son of a couple of retired, that adopted him two years ago, never had encountered any trouble with the justice and had a clean police tried to call them, but neither of them responded. Antonio and Ruzek went to their house, and found it empty, but the neighborhood informed them that they had a second house, 45 minutes away from Chicago. Erin and him were sent to this second house.
Sure, some things should have rung a bell, now that he thought about it. The fact that the couple second house was in a isolated place – seriously, it was ten minutes away from any other humain being – for example. He wasn't stupid : when the couple didn't responded, he knew, as everyone else in the unit, that something was off. But not to the point that he would be welcomed with guns and bullets as soon as he entered the house ! And that sucked. Because now, they were in a delicat position, and he could only hope that the back-up Erin was radioing will arrive soon enough.
No one answered when they arrived, but the door wasn't closed. Shots fired just after they had entered and took a quick look of the room, and he only had the time to push Lindsay and himself behind a wall.
And there he was right now, trying to prevent the shooters from killing them while praying for the cavalry to hurry up.
He fired back, and grimaced when one of the shots grazed his right arm. Okay, that was not good. Really, really not good.