AUTHOR'S NOTE/DISCLAIMER

Takes place during the crossover with Yates though Shay's alive. Just an idea that I had. Chicago Fire, Chicago PD, and SVU belong to Dick Wolf and NBC. I only own the newer plot. Makes references to what I had thought Jay's past was going to be when they first introduced the Rodiger plotline so his past is a bit AU.

Back at Fifty-One, Shay frowned in concern. This doesn't make sense. He was only going to help Nadia grab a birthday cake for Erin, she thought to herself. Surely it didn't take this long to pick up a damn cake. Grumbling a bit, she pulled her phone out of her pocket and dialed his number. Knowing Kelly, he had probably stopped to flirt with Erin. The guy never could keep it in his pants, especially when it came to his girlfriend.

"This is Kelly. You know what to do," she heard a few moments later. With a frown, she dialed Erin's number and then waited for the man to pick up. As they walked down the street, Erin heard her phone ringing and pulled it out of her pocket, grimacing when she saw who was calling.

"Crap. It's Shay," she stated.

"You didn't tell her that Kelly was taken, did you?" Jay realized.

"Nope. She would've freaked," Erin confirmed as he accepted the call. "Shay, what's up?" she queried.

"It's about time someone answered. What, did you guys decide to do a quickie in a closet?" Shay griped. Yeah, that sounded like them. In fact, that was probably what had happened, so her bad feeling was probably just her overreacting.

"Shay…Kelly's been kidnapped," Erin told her.

"WHAT!? BY WHO!?" she shrieked. Yep, she's freaking, Erin thought to herself. Not that she could blame her.

"A guy named Greg Yates. Don't worry. We'll find Kelly and bring him home safely," the female detective assured.

"You better," the paramedic snapped and then hung up.

"Who was that?" Amaro asked. That sounded bad, he thought to himself. And why had he told this Shay person about the firefighter's disappearance?

"Leslie Shay. Kelly's best friend. She's worried," Jay replied. Not that I blame her. I'm worried too, he thought to himself. He had no idea what Yates could be doing to him and his imagination was running overtime. For all he knew, Kelly was being tortured at this very minute. What if he's going through the same crap Phil Rodiger put me through? he wondered. He wasn't sure if he could handle it if Kelly went through that. When Phil had put his hands on him, Jay had wanted to die. And now there was a possibility that it was happening to Kelly? It was just too much. As if sensing what her partner was thinking, Erin nudged him gently and Jay smiled at her reassuringly. I know he's worried. I am too, she thought. Kelly was probably going through Hell right now and they were powerless to stop it. But they were going to everything that they could to get him back. They could do this. They had to. Thank God Jay was being so great to her even though he wasn't Kelly's biggest fan. Her reverie was broken when her phone rang and she quickly answered it.

"Hello?" she asked tightly. Oh, god, what if it was Yates again, calling to screw with her? She wasn't sure she would be able to handle it.

"It's Voight. Patrol found the body of a trucker. Apparently, he was stabbed in the chest," Hank announced.

"What? Was it Yates? Did he kill him?" Erin asked.

"That's what I'm thinking," Hank responded. Just don't know why, he thought to himself. It didn't fit Yates' m.o. of using his charm to get out of a sticky situation. Why had he changed it by killing someone? It didn't make any sense. And he didn't like the feel of this. Something had happened to make the man go off script and now Kelly was in even more danger. I wonder if I should call Benny, he thought to himself. Yes, the guy still couldn't come to Chicago because of the murder of Vince Keeler, but he deserved to know that his son had been kidnapped. On the other hand, it wasn't like he could do anything. Okay, he would give it a little more time and then call the man if he had to, but hopefully, he wouldn't have to. It wasn't something you would ever want to tell someone, much less someone who was only kind of a friend.

"We got any idea where he's headed?" Jay wondered.

"Probably back to New York," Hank answered. Better call Olivia, he thought and pulled his phone out and dialed her number.

"Benson," he heard a few moments later.

"Olivia, it's Hank. Yates snatched someone else," Voight announced.

"Another girl?" Olivia asked, a pit growing in her stomach. This is bad, she thought to herself. She couldn't believe that another one had been grabbed so soon.

"No, uh-a firefighter actually. Yates tried to grab a girl that worked for us, Nadia Decotis, but he intercepted him. I think he might make his way to New York," Hank responded.

"What type of car is he driving?" Olivia queried and the man told her.

"Okay, don't worry, we'll put a BOLO out for the car," Olivia assured him as she wrote down the information.

"I think you should know, he just killed someone, a trucker. Stabbed him multiple times in the chest," he stated.

"Well the firefighter interrupting him probably made him deviate from his usual pattern. We'll keep an eye out," she promised.

"Thanks."

"Yeah." She then hung up.

"Liv, what's up?" Fin queried.

"Yates took a firefighter who stopped him from grabbing a girl and killed a trucker. I need you to get out a BOLO for this car," she said, handing him the card.

"I'll get right on it." As Fin left, Olivia went to her office, picked up the phone, and dialed a number.

"Hello?" a voice asked sleepily.

"Oh, sorry, Dr. Huang. I forgot about the time difference," Olivia apologized.

"It's fine, Olivia. What's up?" Huang queried, sounding a bit more awake, though still tired.

"SVU's tracking a perp who deviated from his pattern by kidnapping a firefighter who came to the aid of his intended vic," Olivia answered.

"Well if he deviated from his pattern, you know as well as I do that he's become unpredictable and will most likely kill his captive," Dr. Huang pointed out.

"I know," she sighed. "I just thought, maybe…" Hearing this, the psychologist nodded. He could understand why she didn't want to believe the worst.

"What's the case?" he wondered.

"It's the O-Four rape and murder case. We finally i.d.'d the perp," she replied and she heard a sharp intake of breath.

"Olivia, I think you need to prepare yourself for the possibility that you may not find your victim alive," the man stated.

"Damn. Thanks."

"Sorry I couldn't be of more help."

"It's okay. I appreciate your time." With another sigh, she hung up. In the back of Erin's car, Kelly was silent as he tried not to move around and blinked, trying to focus even though a part of him just wanted to close his eyes and sleep. He had no idea where this freak was taking him and he didn't like it. Is this how Katie felt when Keeler grabbed her? he wondered. And where was he being taken? These thoughts were interrupted as he felt the car slowly come to a stop. What's up with that? he wondered in confusion. Had someone noticed something? Oh, god, what if he killed someone again? His confusion mounted when the car stopped. A moment later, the trunk opened to reveal Yates who was holding a towel in his hands. When'd he get that? Kelly wondered. He didn't remember him stopping. Then again, he had been kind of out of it for a bit, so it was entirely possible that he had stopped and gotten a towel someplace.

"What do you say we have a look at that leg? After all, we don't want you bleeding out and missing out on the fun," the man said and then grabbed the firefighter's legs and gently wiped the excess blood away. Really? He's going to try to play nice and get me to let my guard down? Kelly thought. Well, it wasn't going to work. Once Yates was done with his cleaning job, he took the towel and wrapped it tightly around Kelly's legs, causing the firefighter to let out a muffled groan of pain at the feel of the fabric on the wound. "We're making good time. Soon we'll be at my sacred place where you'll learn what happens to people who deny me what I want," he continued, pulling the towel taut, making his victim scream in pain. Yates smiled and then slammed the trunk shut again and a few moments later, the car was on its way once more. Damn, he's gonna freakin' kill me, the firefighter thought to himself. But at least Nadia was safe, which was the most important thing. He just had to hold on until Intelligence found him. And they would, he was sure of that. In fact, it was this thought that was keeping him from completely losing it. He just had to hold on for a little bit longer. True, he didn't know where he was being taken, but it was obvious that-for whatever reason-Yates wanted him alive. And as long as that stayed the same, he should be fine. He'd have to be fine. As the car continued down the road, Kelly tried to ignore the music. Not that it did any good. He could still hear it. Damn, that's going to drive me crazy, he thought to himself. Then again, that was probably part of his plan. Well, he'd just wait him out. He was a stubborn ass and everyone knew it, which meant that he could easily wait this guy out. He just needed to hold on. Erin and the rest of Intelligence would find him. They knew him. They knew that he wouldn't ever just disappear. And besides that, perhaps Nadia had said something, warned them about Yates being around when he had first disappeared. He just had to stay calm and trust that his girlfriend and her team would be looking for him. He just wished that he knew how to figure out where he was being taken. Come on, Kelly! Think! he silently yelled at himself. There had to be a way to get out of here! Back at the twenty-first precinct, Mouse and Nadia were fielding tips and sending them to the appropriate places.

"Hey Nadia, does this Kelly guy have a GPS on his phone?" Mouse queried and the girl bit her lip, frowning.

"Yeah. Erin made him get an upgrade a while back. Why?" she wondered.

"Because I can use that to track him and Yates. What's the number?" Nadia pulled her phone out, went to her listed calls and read off the number and Mouse went to get the GPS activated. GPS tracking. Why didn't I think of that? Nadia wondered as Mouse did his thing. Once he was finished, he settled back in his seat as he called Jay, who answered the call on the first ring.

"Mouse, whatta ya got?" he queried.

"I turned on Kelly's GPS so it'll be easier to track him," came the responded.

"Thanks," the male detective responded hanging. "I am an idiot," he announced.

"Agree on principle, but why?" Hank asked, earning him a dirty look from the younger detective.

"Mouse just called. He turned the GPS on Kelly's phone on. I didn't even think about that," Jay responded.

"That's smart thinking," Hank approved.

"Hey, I didn't think of it either," Erin responded at the same time. His GPS. Of course. He never goes anywhere without it and he probably had it in his pocket when Yates grabbed him. I was just so frantic to find him, that it totally slipped my mind, she thought. Thank God she had been able to talk the firefighter into getting an upgrade awhile back. Now they just had to wait to see where Kelly was being taken. The working hunch was that Yates was probably taking the firefighter to somewhere in New York, but they couldn't be sure. In the trunk of Erin's car, Kelly had frozen when he heard his phone ring, afraid that Yates would hear it and become enraged, but apparently the man's music was so loud that he hadn't heard it because the music hadn't stopped and neither had he. Which, you know, thank God for small favors, but at the same time, he knew that just meant that they were getting closer to Yates' destination, wherever that may be. He just had to hold on. Yates obviously wanted him alive for some reason. Otherwise, he would've let him bleed out. Okay, now I just gotta figure out what he's planning, he thought to himself. When he had stopped the man from taking Nadia, he hadn't been figured on getting kidnapped himself. He had figured that the guy would freak and run off. Instead, this had happened. But it was better him than Nadia. He knew that it'd destroy Erin if Nadia was going through any of this crap. And he wasn't going to let her go through that. At Fifty-One, Shay was sitting on the couch in the common area, trying not to let anyone see how agitated she was. Kelly was taken. He was gone. That sick freak that Chicago P.D. was looking for had taken him.

"Shay?" The paramedic turned to see Matt looking at her worriedly. "What is it? What's wrong?" he queried.

"Kelly," she responded and the truck lieutenant tensed.

"What about him? Did you reach him?" he asked. He knew that he had gone to help the new girl in the twenty-first precinct pick up a birthday cake for one of the officers because she hadn't wanted to be alone because of some freak out there attacking girls, but he should've been back by now. You know, unless he had stopped to flirt with Detective Lindsay again.

"I talked to one of the officers. Kelly was grabbed," the blonde answered.

"WHAT? Why weren't we told?" the truck lieutenant queried, feeling his body tense with worry. Sure he and Kelly fought like cats and dogs, but he wouldn't ever want him to be hurt.

"I don't know, but I'm worried," she admitted and the man pulled the woman into a hug.

"He'll be okay. Kelly's a fighter and you can bet your ass Kelly's giving him Hell," he assured. And if this creep hurts him, I'll kill him, he thought to himself. At this, Shay nodded. She knew Matt was right.

"Still worried," she admitted. And how could she not be? Her best friend had been kidnapped by a maniac who had a habit of killing people. She didn't want to lose Kelly as she didn't think that she could stand it if she lost him.

"Me too," he responded and then before he could say anything more, the alarm blared and they were told about a structural fire.

"Go," she told him and he took off. While this was going on, Yates smiled grimly as he finally made it out of Chicago. He would be in New York soon and then he could punish this man appropriately before going back to get his intended. At the precinct, Mouse was still tracking Kelly's phone as Hank, Jay, Erin, Nick, and Amanda came in.

"I can't believe this. They could be anywhere," Erin said in frustration as they walked up to them.

"She's right. I mean, for all we know, he could be deviating from his pattern even more and heading for Los Angeles," Jay griped.

"Not according to his phone. They're definitely on their way to New York," Mouse responded.

"Then that's where we're going," Hank declared. "I'll book the flights." With that, he went to do so, Jay and Erin close behind. Once again, Nick and Amanda glanced at each other.

"Okay, there's definitely something going on there," Amanda murmured. Had to be. Maybe a case of unrequited love. Yeah, that sounded plausible.

"Yeah," Nick agreed. He just didn't know what. But he did know that if they didn't find Yates soon, things would have a very unhappy ending...