Authors Note: Hello pals, thank-you for being so patient. I am trying my best to keep working on this fic, but because it's main focus is on the case instead of having the case in the background like my other fics, it's taking a lot longer to write chapters. I will not give up on writing this, but just know it will take a little longer between uploads than my other fics have/do. Thank-you for reading! I hope you enjoy this chapter. (I have already planned out all the way up to chapter ten, so hopefully you stick around.)

February 2008

Hank was mulling over his options, the situation was weighing his heart down like an elephant had taken a step over his chest. He was going to have to switch off his feelings if he was going to survive the evening.

Erin was worried about Hank, he'd had a lot on his plate the last few years, things hadn't been the same since he'd lost Camille, and she wanted him to feel something, to let her in his head. That was just something he couldn't do.

This case was killing him, and his feelings about Camille were buried deep inside him, nobody. Not even Erin could uncover them, bringing them to the surface was the last thing he needed.

She walked up behind him, his lifeless body, staring helplessly toward the television, the news report haunted him as the reader reported exactly how far he'd come on the case. Erin reached over him ready to forcibly remove the remote from his grasp. He was too upset to stop her, he just stared at the blackened screen, his heart beating furiously against his unmoving chest. He didn't move, he remained dead still, Erin's arm landed across his shoulders. He wanted desperately to assure her that he was fine, but the truth was that this case was too close to home, the feeling of having your heart ripped out, it was exactly how he'd felt losing his wife.

Erin had picked up on his mood, she knew better than to push him. He reached out for her plate, offering to take it back to the kitchen for her. She watched him leave the room, her heart ached for the man who she owed everything to.

February 2015

Erin walked over to Jay, her arms folded neatly across her chest. "Pretty brutal, this case." She spoke softly, searching his eyes for his reaction.

He nodded, glancing behind her and out the window for a moment. "Wonder who scorned these guys." He asked into the air. She shrugged, she had no idea what would bring anyone to do such an act.

"It doesn't matter who hurt them, killing someone is never the answer."

He nodded, "I know that Erin." He said in defence. He knew she wasn't pointing out that fact just to upset him but the way she'd said it irked him.

"No need to get upset." She held up her hands in retreat.

He was embarrassed, he hadn't meant to sound so aggressive. He looked up at her with his big apologetic eyes and she shifted her position. "Good work getting the server by the way." She said softly, patting his shoulder with affection. They hadn't touched in weeks, not since the New Years party when she'd turned down his advances. But right now, all he could do was nod.

"I should probably get back to work." He finally spoke, rising to his feet. She looked startled, but composed herself as she turned to leave him be.

Olivia sat down behind her desk and sighed the deepest she'd sighed in a very long time. Her head was spinning, every time they got anywhere, those sneaky bastards would pull everything they'd gained out from under them. There was no doubt about it, these guys were professional. It felt like catching them would turn out to be impossible, even Hank seemed to be worried.

He hadn't said a word to her; no news was not a good sign.

She cornered him, reaching over to grab his attention, it had been scattered the entire morning, it hadn't gone unnoticed that was for sure. "Sergeant Voight?" She asked, it wasn't a question exactly, but she was still unsure of herself all the same. Her glance shifted to his body, his arms wrapped around himself like he was closing himself off from the world. She knew that stance well, but she also knew that there was nothing she could do to interfere with that.

"Halstead called." She announced, Hank's face changed at the mention of his own detective. He shifted from his previously concerned face, to a look of hope. She smiled, it was something she understood herself. "He wants you to call him back."

Hank nodded, scurrying off into one of the back rooms. Jay answered on the second ring, his voice sounded tired; he'd been up all night. "Halstead." Hank spoke before Jay had a chance to speak further.

"Erin and I, we've found something." He reported, glancing over to Erin who was across the room. She was engrossed by her computer screen, probably still looking over their discovery.

He sighed as Voight asked him what it was. His boss sounded stressed, but Jay knew better than to question it. "We found the server; the website is running through Serbia." He went on to explain exactly how the operation was going down, Voight admired the hard work the young detectives had put into this case, he thanked Halstead accordingly and promised to keep in touch, his first task was to share with Olivia what he'd found out, all he had to do was find her.

"Let's take a look at the website again." Olivia suggested once Voight had filled her in on the new details. He nodded and led the way to her computer. He didn't surf the net in his leisure time, so using a computer wasn't his strong suit.

He logged into his email account, where Jay had sent through links. Olivia pulled up a chair for herself after he'd taken ownership of hers. He looked over to her as his account loaded, she smiled softly, looking down at her fingertips.

"We'll get him." He told her, fiddling with the mouse. She nodded and hoped he was right. It was hard to keep hopeful in a time like this but it was all she could do to stay sane. Voight seemed determined, so who was she to doubt their abilities?

"What've we got?" She asked, noticing his emails had finally loaded. He scrolled through Jay's email and clicked hastily on one of the links.

He clicked link after link, and scrolled through the dating sites that Jay had discovered as connected. Each site seemed harmless, and that was the problem. If there were no reason to be alarmed then how were people supposed to realise they were in any danger?

Olivia sighed from behind him. "All we know is that they're connected, and running through an international server. We don't know who is doing this or even if the website is run by the people who are."

Voight eyeballed her carefully, he hadn't seen her like this before. "Take it easy." He reached over and touched her wrist gently. "We're going to find who did this and they're going to pay." He promised, the corners of his lips stretched upward as he spoke. He was confident; she'd give him at least that. The only thing that worried her was that confidence didn't close cases on its own.

She nodded and tried to snap back into reality. He waited for her, not moving a single muscle towards the computer until she convinced him that she was alright. "Did you look into this angle before?" She asked, scooting her chair closer. She needed to see the screen. He turned swiftly back towards the glowing computer screen and scrolled through their current webpage.

"I had one of my tech guys look into it, but he wasn't successful." He told her with a heavy tone of voice. She'd noticed that tone a few times since he'd arrived, it often made an appearance when she mentioned the old case. She didn't mean to upset him, she just needed to know all the facts.

"Wait," She stopped him, tapping his hand over the mouse to scroll back up. Her eyes narrowed as she leaned in closer to scan a pop up ad that appeared on the screen. "Click on that." She urged him, he stared at the curser as it hovered over the ad. He didn't know much about social sites, but he had heard a thing or two about computer viruses. His hesitation seemed to strike a sudden frustration in his fellow sergeant who was growing impatient by the second. "What are you waiting for?"

The page loaded without crashing, this of course sent great relief through Voight who had been expecting the worst. He quickly scrolled through the page, scanning the words with his eyes. He'd never blogged before but from what he'd been reading he'd assumed this is what it looked like.

Words jumped out at Olivia who was reading at the speed of light. She was filled with sudden anger as words such as slut, bitch, and whore screamed out at her. "I think we found our scorned men." She spoke uneasily, rising to her feet. Voight watched as she inched towards the door, he nodded in agreement. That's exactly what this site was.

"We need the computers of boyfriends." He spoke aloud the words that Olivia was already thinking.

Nick Amaro walked through the cafe and straight out the door, he waited as a kind lady held open the door for him and another customer, he thanked her and walked out onto the footpath, two drinks occupied his hands as he made his way back to the car. Fin didn't even look up when he slid into the passenger seat. He spoke in a nonchalant tone, "Took you long enough." Causing Nick to chuckle as he handed over the drink.

They drove off down the street, New York citizens carried on with their days without even looking up. "Do you think we're going to catch these guys?" Nick asked after a few moments of silent driving.

"How should I know?" Fin answered, keeping his eyes on the road. "All I know is those bastards deserve to get caught."

Nick nodded, he knew that too. He'd thought a lot about this case the past few days. He couldn't imagine ever hating someone so badly that he could want their heart ripped straight out of their bodies, no matter how bad they'd hurt him. "We'll lock them up." He hoped out loud.

They hadn't heard anything from Liv or Voight all morning, but when they were nearing the station a call came over the radio. Fin didn't even hesitate before turning the car around and racing to the scene, his coffee dropped onto his lap scorching him in the process, Nick grabbed the cup, but Fin pushed his hand away as he tried wiping him down with a napkin.

They were first to arrive, they ran into the high school flashing their badges as they walked in via the front desk. The principal was there to greet them, marching them to the schools indoor gymnasium. Nick tried to keep his head down, to stop himself from noticing the many high school kid faces that watched as they wandered down the halls. He tried to keep himself from feeling the fear that he could sense in their air, it was written all over their confused faces.

The gym doors slammed shut behind them as they were ushered inside, a lifeless body lay across the centre line, a puddle of blood surrounded her. He swallowed thickly and forced himself to turn away as anger bubbled inside of him. She was just a kid, just a young girl with her whole life ahead of her.

Now she laid on the floor of her school's gymnasium, her heartless body was half dressed, her clothes had been torn, her skirt was pulled up over her stomach and Nick wanted to throw up.

"Her name is Margot Tasker, she's a senior." Principal Peters told them, his eyes were red like he'd been crying and his face was near white.

"D-does her mother know?"

Mr Peters nodded his head, he was a fairly large man, but at this moment he looked half the size. Fin didn't know what to say, he just stood there staring at the young girl. "We've seen this before; we'll talk to the mother when she arrives."

Erin ended the phone call and walked over to the front of the room. "That was Voight." She announced to the room, everyone's attention turned to her. She took in a deep breath, her heart flustered for the moment but she powered through any attached emotion she might have felt.

"A teenage girl was just found in her high school, her hearts missing and she's a part of the case."

She looked over at Jay who had turned as white as a ghost. She turned away, not trusting herself to keep her emotions tucked away.

"He-uh Voight wants us to join him up there, but we still have our case here so..."

Antonio interrupted her before her words could come out the way she wanted them to. "I'll stay and work on our case. You go to New York." He told her, looking around the room for the others to voice their thoughts.

Atwater was next to speak up, "If you need any more of us, you call aight?"

She nodded, touched by the gesture. She turned back to Jay and caught his eye. "Do you want to come with me?" She asked, reaching over to grab her jacket.

Jay looked at her with confused eyes, like he was mulling over her suggestion. She walked over to his desk once she'd realised that everybody else was already going back to work.

"Depends why you want me to." He told her, sliding around the back of his desk using his office chair to move around.

She laughed awkwardly. "You're my partner, I might need backup."

He smirked, still not looking at her.

"So, what do you say?" She asked, pressing the issue.

He shrugged and looked back at her, he didn't know if he wanted to travel along side her. He didn't know why she really wanted him to do so, but this case needed to be solved and he wanted to do everything he could do to help, something that was hard to do from a different state. "I'm in."

The students were all sent home for the remainder of the day, but that didn't stop the few nosy ones from leaving the premise. Nick had managed to pull aside a boy who claimed to know Margot quite well.

"Did she have a boyfriend?" He'd began to ask when Olivia and Voight arrived on the scene. He'd stopped mid sentence when the two sergeants walked down the hall side by side. "Will you excuse me?" He asked the boy before wandering over to them.

"What've we got?" Olivia asked as soon as she noticed him walking over to her.

He pulled up his notepad and began explaining what he's already found out. He expected Voight would want to listen in but the older man's attention was elsewhere.

Nick followed Voight's eyes, he'd noticed the woman who had only just stopped wailing, the mother of Margot Tasker was sitting down on the floor with her knees hugged up against her chest.

Voight didn't speak, he just followed his feet straight over to her. "Mrs Tasker." He spoke, squatting down beside her. He didn't care that his joints creaked as he did so, or that he could possibly hurt his back. This woman was in pain, and he couldn't walk past her knowing that.

"I'm Sergeant Hank Voight," he introduced himself, resting his hand upon her shoulder sincerely. She peeked out at him from behind her messy blonde hair.

"They won't let me see her." She whispered, her voice shaking harder than an earthquake. He nodded his head, and pushed himself the rest of the way down to the floor to sit with her.

"I know that must be hard on you right now, but you'll see your daughter soon." He promised her. "We're going to find who did this to her. I promise you that."

Erin pulled out their plane tickets and handed one over to Jay. He thanked her and inspected the printed document like he was searching for gold.

"Are you okay?" She asked him, noticing his odd behaviour.

He assured her that he was fine as he sat himself down two seats away from her. Their plane wasn't leaving for another hour, so they had to spend their waiting time awkwardly in the waiting room with other passengers, he didn't know how he was going to kill time but apparently Erin assumed it would be spent talking.

"Cut the crap, what's with the attitude?" She asked him, closing the magazine that she'd bought despite having no interest in idle gossip.

"I need to cut the crap? Do you even listen to yourself when you talk to me?" He asked in a tone Erin hadn't heard him use before. She was caught off guard by his outburst, left speechless at first.

"I'm sorry, if I've done something to you, I'm sorry."

He shook his head. "All you ever do is send mixed signals."

She frowned upon hearing his words. She didn't think there was any truth behind them. "Jay, if I'm sending you any signals trust me they're not mixed."

"Sometimes it's like you want there to be something between us, and when I act on it you shrug me off like I'm just imagining things, and then you invite me to come with you to New York. I just don't get it."

She gaped, "We're going to New York to work Jay! How is that a mixed signal?"

"You could have asked anyone, I'm sure Ruzek would have loved to accompany you on this trip."

She snorted, "I'm sorry but Ruzek isn't even half the detective you are, and you know Alvin wouldn't send him alone with me."

"Just tell me right now, if there is a chance of us ever having something between us I need you to tell me now, because if you don't then I'll know that I have to move on. No more mixed signals, no more confusion. Just tell me right now Erin."

She looked him in the eye and began to open her mouth to answer when her phone started ringing.