Set after the season 1 Chicago PD finale where Antonio comes home to find his wife Laura left with their kids.
She had tried calling him what felt like a thousand times. Mailbox. She had texted him. No reply.
She was worried. It wasn't like Antonio not to answer his phone or call back. She couldn't even reach Laura.
Something was wrong. She had that unmistakable feeling that something bad had happened and she couldn't shake it off.
So she decided to pay her brother a visit after he didn't answer her twentieth call. She knew he wasn't undercover. He would have told her that, knowing she would be scared to death otherwise.
Despite him being a good nine years older, they had always been close. He had been her guardian for as long as she could think.
He had always been by her side as soon as he heard someone had said one bad word about her and she was always quick to defend him too.
Right now, she was driving as fast as she could without getting a speeding ticket and worried her bottom lip with her teeth while desperately hoping he wasn't lying in an alley somewhere.
The drive from Molly's to Antonio's seemed to be ten times longer than it normally did and it did nothing to calm her nerves.
She ran up the few stairs to the front door in record time and knocked a few times. Without a reply.
She pressed the doorbell, suppressing a frustrated groan. Why the hell aren't you opening your door?
She thought for a moment. Trying to remember where his spare key was. She found it, not bothering to hide her smirk of triumph ad she slid out into its lock and opened the door.
What she found inside was terrifying. The usually neat and tidy house was messy. There were clothes everywhere. Papers and folders distributed everywhere.
"'Tonio?" she called out while making her way to the living room. "Laura? Kids? Anyone?"
She found her brother sitting on the couch staring daggers into the air. He looked like he hadn't slept for a week and hadn't shaven in twice as long.
"Hermano?" she said gently, not wanting to startle him. He didn't look up, just hummed a confirmation that he'd heard her.
She sat down next to him, placing a soft hand on his shoulder. "Antonio?" She asked again and this time he finally looked at her.
The look in his eyes made her swallow thickly. They were dull, the usual mischievous spark gone. He looked lost and it scared the crap out of her.
"What's going on?" she asked after finding her voice again. "Where's Laura and the kids?"
Her voice was trembling and he looked away again. "They're gone" he whispered and for a moment she thought she imagined it.
"She took ... Diego and ... Eva and just ... left" his voice broke and a lump formed in her throat.
"What happened? I mean ... I thought you told me you were trying to figure things out. You said ..."
She left the sentence hanging, not knowing what to do our say to make him feel better.
"I thought we were" he answered. "Seems like I was the only one."
She pulled him into a hug, whispering comforting nothings. His whole body trembled and she felt his hot tears seep through her shirt.
"I'm here, 'Tonio. It's gonna be okay. You're gonna be okay"
She felt him squeeze her a little tighter.
I wrote this within an hour and cried doing so. This idea had been on my mind for a while now and I just had to finally realize it. I hope you like it, although it's pretty short again.
