AUTHOR'S NOTE/DISCLAIMER
Takes place during the crossover with Yates though Shay's alive and is just an idea that I had. Chicago Fire, Chicago PD, and SVU belong to Dick Wolf and NBC. I only own the newer plot.
Kelly grunted as he felt the car go over a bump. He had no idea where they were and he didn't like that. But at least Yates wasn't listening to his music anymore. He tried to swallow and then winced at the soreness in his throat. Damn, he needed something to drink! But it wasn't like Yates would let him have anything. No, the man would just enjoy it. And he wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of seeing him beg. No, he was stronger than that. His leg was starting to hurt like a bitch though. And why wouldn't it? The jackass had stabbed him. Sure he had also tended to it, but that was just so he wouldn't bleed out before he could do…whatever it was that he wanted to do to him. And what that was, he didn't have a clue, though he supposed that it didn't really matter as long as it was him and not Nadia or some other girl. He didn't even want to imagine what this guy did but if the end result was the fire that Fifty-One had responded to, he was definitely glad it'd be him in that position and no one else. It was okay if he was hurt because at least Yates wouldn't be focusing on some poor girl. He just had to hold on until Intelligence found him. He could do that. He could make sure that he hung on long enough for them to find him. He could do that, he was sure of it. Okay Kelly, think, he thought to himself. He had to figure out what he could do against Yates, as fighting him wouldn't be the best idea as evidenced by Yates' earlier reaction. And now he was being carted off to somewhere, though he had no idea where. But wherever it was, it was obviously pretty far. And he wasn't sure if he liked that because that meant that whatever he had planned would be dragged out, but on the other hand, the longer it took, the longer he'd stay alive. Well, in theory, anyway. In reality, he was probably going to be killed fairly quickly. No, he couldn't think like that. Instead, he needed to be thinking about what he could do to get away from this guy. But how or what? That's what he couldn't figure out: what he could do to gain the upper hand. Currently, he was still at the mercy of the psychopath that had taken him. But at least it was him and not someone else. That was definitely a plus. Okay, he needed to focus. If he could focus, he would be able to figure out what he needed to do to ensure his escape and survival. In the driver's seat, Yates smirked as he continued driving down the road. He had been driving for a while now and he was finally reaching New York. This was good. He would be able to have his revenge before going to take his chosen, Nadia. And yes, it would be hard for him to wait, but he'd do it. It would all be worth it just to make the firefighter see the error of his ways. Not that his meddling wouldn't go unpunished, because it would be punished. He was just going to have to make the punishment fit. A few moments later, his smirk grew and he drove down the road that led to the main beach area. He had a shack in the wooded area just beyond the beach that was miles away from everything and everybody and would be perfect for showing this guy what happened to meddlers. Just remembering how he had interrupted his attempt to grab Nadia made him mad all over again and his fingers tightened around the steering wheel. It had been unacceptable and he would get his revenge. He just had to be patient for a little while longer before he could get to the shack. And thanks to the time of evening it was, there wouldn't be anyone to question him as he dragged the other man down to the shack. I'll show the jackass what happens when you mess with me, Yates thought to himself. When he had gone as far as he could, he stopped the car, turned it off, popped the trunk, and then got out of the car and walked up to the trunk, knife in hand.
"Well, here we are," he announced as he went to cut the duct tape from the firefighter's legs. Almost immediately, Kelly lashed out with a kick, but Yates just grabbed his right leg and pressed down on his wound, causing the other man to let out a whimper of pain. "Don't fight and this might be relatively painless," he warned as he finished cutting the tape from his body. Then, he dragged his victim out of the trunk and pushed him forward. "Don't even think about fighting me or I'll slit your throat and go back for that pretty little precinct secretary," he warned. Kelly just nodded and allowed himself to be dragged into the shack. If he hadn't threatened to go back and hurt Nadia when this had first started, he'd fight like hell. Once they were inside, Yates locked the front door and dragged him into another before striking him across the face, knocking him to the floor. With a grunt, Kelly tried to get his bearings, but before he could do so, Yates had straddled him.
"Get the hell off of me!" Kelly shouted as he tried to throw the other man off of him. However, Yates just applied his weight to the younger man even as he made small slashes in his skin with his knife.
"Go ahead and scream all you want. I had this place soundproofed a long time ago. No one can hear you in here," Yates taunted as he removed his victim's shirt. The man was at his mercy and he loved it.
"HELP ME! SOMEBODY!" Yates laughed at the desperate cry.
"Hey, it's like I said, no one can hear you in here." Kelly then winced at the coolness of the blade on his skin, and then let out another cry as Yates lightly cut into his chest. What neither of them knew, was that Voight, Mouse, Erin, and Jay had gotten flights into New York and were in the other city within a couple of hours and had immediately gone into the SVU Precinct.
"Crap," Mouse muttered as they walked in.
"What? Jay asked.
"I just lost Kelly's signal," Mouse answered.
"What!?" Erin asked frantically. Mouse tracing Kelly's phone was the only way they were able to track him.
"Either the battery's been destroyed or he must be in in a place with no signal," Mouse answered as Voight dialed Olivia's number.
"Benson," he heard a few moments later.
"Olivia, it's Hank. We were tracking Yates through his victim's cell phone but we just lost the signal," he told her.
"What were his last coordinates?" Olivia asked and the male sergeant repeated the question, getting the answer from Mouse before reporting it back to the other sergeant. "Okay, that's near the woods. I'll send a couple of cars for you with the location and I'll meet you there," she said.
"Appreciate that," he responded and then hung up. A few moments later, the patrol cars came and he, Erin, Mouse, and Jay got in and they headed out. Hold on, Kel. We're coming, Erin thought to herself. Jay glanced at her.
"We'll find him," he reassured, taking her hand and squeezing it reassuringly, earning him a grateful look from his partner. He really is amazing, she thought to herself. She knew that he was attracted to her and even though he had been hurt when she had ultimately chosen Kelly, he was still doing all he could to comfort her and assure her that they'd find her boyfriend. Jay really was a great friend. In the other patrol cars, the SVU detectives were silent. I hope this ends the way we want it to, Amanda thought to herself. It was obvious that Yates had been forced to change his plans when he had grabbed the firefighter and that meant that he was unpredictable and they ran a huge risk of finding the guy dead. Not that she'd say anything since she didn't want to make the Chicago cops mad or worried. And besides, maybe she would be wrong and they would get there in time to save the firefighter. Nick's eyes clouded as he drove towards the house that they had found. I have a bad feeling about this, he thought to himself.
"You think we should tell them?" he asked suddenly.
"Tell who what?" his partner queried.
"Lindsay and Halstead. You think we should tell them that there's a chance that they won't find their friend alive?" he wondered and she shook her head.
"They're probably already thinking it and there's no reason to make them even more worried," she responded. Besides, maybe they'd get lucky and find them in time. She didn't really think they'd be that lucky, but hey, she could certainly hope. After all, wasn't that what all cops did? Hope that they got to the people that they were trying to help in time? And that was what she needed to hold onto: that they would find this guy in time. She didn't need to let her imagination run away with her in thinking that they'd never find him. That was the worst case scenario and she had to keep herself thinking positively that this would have a happy ending. But the pit she had in her stomach wouldn't go away and she had a feeling that they would all need to prepare themselves for the worst. But what would they find? Yates? His handiwork? The uncertainty was killing her. And she didn't like that feeling. She hated cases that were complicated like this, preferring the more open-and-shut ones that they could close and get justice for the victims. She then pushed this thought away and tried to focus on where they were going. Whether the victim was found alive or dead, Yates was going down. And getting him off the streets would be a major win. She would think about that. In Yates' home, Kelly let out a hoarse scream of agony as the other man slowly ran his knife down his chest. Shit, I am going to die, he thought to himself. He had kind of figured this would happen, but he had been hoping that he'd be found. But of course, he had forgotten that his luck didn't run that way. But at least he had kept this guy away from Nadia for a bit. That was something. Maybe not much, but it was something. He just hoped that when Intelligence finally did catch Yates, they'd shoot and kill him.
"I see you still haven't gotten it out of your system," the doctor smirked. "I may just keep you alive a little bit longer," he continued. "That doesn't mean you won't die of course."
"You kill me, Intelligence will hunt you down and kill you," Kelly spat out weakly. Of this, he had no doubt. If he was killed, Erin would hunt Yates down to the ends of the Earth to exact her vengeance. Not going to last, he thought to himself. He had already lost a lot of blood and unlike when he had stabbed him, Yates hadn't tended to any of his wounds. But at least he could go knowing that he had done his best to protect Nadia. True he didn't know her as well as Erin did, but he had been growing fond of her as he got to know her. His eyes fluttered shut and then he felt a smack across his face.
"Oh no you don't," Yates growled. He wasn't through playing with him and he wasn't going to let him die. He stood up and went to get the equipment he would need to tend to him and came back and began his work, causing the firefighter to let out another cry of pain. Shit, he's going to make even this hurt, he thought to himself. Not that he was all that surprised given the fact that the guy was psychotic, but still...this was Hell. He wasn't sure how much more he could take. Maybe it would be better if he just killed him. No! He couldn't think like that! Erin was coming! She and the other members of Intelligence would find him. He just had to remember that and hold on to it. He couldn't give up. But it wasn't like he was going to last. He had lost a lot of blood and one didn't need to be an EMT, paramedic, or firefighter to know that losing the amount that he had was dangerous and potentially lethal. He then let out another cry as a wave of pain coursed through him. Yates frowned as he worked on the firefighter. True he eventually wanted to go back to get Nadia, but as he had stated, he wasn't done playing with this guy yet. He still had a lot of fight in him and he needed to force it out of him. Once he was finished cleaning up the blood and tending to the wounds, the man grabbed his knife and let it trail down the man's chest.
"You've caused me a lot of problems. I had no beef with you. All I wanted was the girl. But you just had to get involved," he stated. Kelly then flinched as Yates tightened his grip on the knife. Was he about to stab him again? He got his answer when the man took the knife and slammed it in the board near his head, causing the firefighter to flinch. At this, Yates grinned. He held this man's life in his hands and he had to admit, it was rather exhilarating. He could do anything to him and no one would have a clue. He grabbed the knife again and repeated his action, placing the knife on the other side of his head. Holy shit! He's gone crazy! Kelly thought fearfully. He was definitely going to die in here. He let out a cry of frustration. However, his voice was hardly there. Not that it would've mattered anyway as Yates' declaration of the shack being sound-proofed had been proven true long ago. No one had heard him and he was starting to doubt that he'd be found. But at least he had done everything that he could to keep Nadia safe. Hearing the cry, Yates grinned. Finally, the man was seeing things his way and knew that there was no hope for him. This has been fun, but I do want Nadia, he thought to himself. But first things first. The man had to be disposed of. Well, after he toyed with him a bit. After all, he still had to punish him for interfering. Once at the beach, the Chicago and New York officers quietly headed for the wooded area.
"You said there was a shack out here?" Hank asked Olivia.
"Yeah. Yates must've been using it for years. I can't believe I never thought that it could be used as a home base," Olivia responded. What was I thinking? It's the perfect place to bring a victim to, she berated herself.
"Hey, it's not your fault," Hank told her. We're here now," he stated. And they were going to get Yates and make him pay for taking Kelly. Personally, he was all for putting a bullet in the bastard's head, but Olivia wanted this to go to trial so that the families of the other victims could get justice, which he totally understood. He stayed silent as they headed for the shack. Please let us find the kid alive, he thought to himself. He wasn't sure if Erin would be able to handle it she lost Kelly. Finally, the shack came into sight and they headed for it. Once he was close enough, he kicked the door in and seeing the raised knife, the leader of Intelligence quickly fired off a shot, resulting in a cry of pain from Yates as he dropped the knife and clutched his wrist. Instantly, Jay was right behind the man, placing him in handcuffs and leading him out as he read the man his rights. Kelly started to get up and Hank gently pushed him down.
"Stay down. You don't look so great," he told him. "Call for an ambo!" he shouted to the others and Olivia did so. The ambulance came moments later and Kelly was quickly loaded in as the paramedics worked on him and Erin quickly joined them, taking a place in the back, watching them anxiously. Please Kelly. Please be okay, she thought as they worked on him. She wasn't a doctor or anything, but she knew that it wasn't looking good for him and that they were worried about the amount of blood that he had lost and he all of the slashes on his body. Come on, Kelly. Fight. Stay with me, she thought to herself. She didn't want to lose him. She couldn't lose him. After what seemed to be an eternity-though it was actually only moments later-they reached the hospital and he was wheeled in and Erin rushed after them, going as far as they would allow her before she watched them go through the doors that led to the operating room.
"Erin." At the sound of Hank's voice she turned to him.
"He lost so much blood. He was torturing him." At the sound of her broken voice, the older man pulled the detective into a hug and held her close.
"He's a fighter. He'll pull through." At these words, Erin just started crying. How could Kelly want to fight when he looked like death? What if the wounds were too extensive? What if Yates had broken him? What if he had given up? Jay was the first to get there and he stopped, hanging back. She needs Voight right now, not me, he thought to himself. However, it didn't change the fact that he wished that it was him. Erin looked past Hank to see Jay.
"Hey," she greeted hoarsely. At the brokenness in her voice, the man felt his throat muscles constrict and he walked up to her.
"He's going to fight this. He loves you and he'll do anything to get back to you," he stated, placing a hand on her cheek.
"Uh-huh," she said, trying to choke back a sob. Then, Jay joined the hug and the female detective reveled in the warmth of two of three people that she trusted the most.