Title: Ending the Feud?
Chapter 8 – Desperation

"Okay so I think we might have a lead on where Drew Sheppard went to right after confronting Kelly the other day," Halstead tells Erin and Voight as hands her a file with some pictures in it.

She quickly takes the file and then starts to look at the somewhat grainy pictures. "And how do we know…" her voice trails off as she averts her eyes to the right and two addresses waiting. "Two?"

"Two in the system," Voight's raspy voice pipes up as she looks at her boss with a heavy frown. "What?"

"Kelly had a run-in with Sheppard about fifteen minutes ago. Just a drive by but it was him. With Hadley on ice, let's check these out," she suggests as Voight nods in agreement.

"I'll take the top and you two take the bottom."

Halstead gives Voight a nod and then heads for the stairs to go down; Voight gently taking Erin by the arm and turning her back.

"You two okay?"

"Yeah, we're fine. Hadley's causing tension but I'm just being worried…overly worried."

"But with reason," Voight reminds her in truth. "Just be careful. Where's Kelly now?"

"The park. He went for a run. That's where he saw Sheppard. At least it's a public place. He said he's going home to change and then to Casey's to just hang. Hadley…"

"He's had five years to simmer in his hatred for Kelly and now he's able to make it happen. He has help and he's had five years to make it all perfect. I'll check in on him."

"There's two cars there."

"I still don't trust him," Voight states gravely. "Just watch yourselves."

"Yeah…you too."

"Erin…"

"I'm okay. I hate to think Hadley has the upper hand but you're right…he's had five years but…but we'll get him. I have to keep telling myself that."

"I know you don't want me to say this, but if you need to go and do something else…do it."

"I can't. I have to be there…no matter what."

"Okay report back as soon as we know something."

"Copy that."

Erin gives Voight a strained smile before she turns and hurries down the stairs and outside toward her waiting partner. Kelly…sweetheart I hope you're okay…just…just stay safe. Please…

But that little prayer will go unanswered as it was already too late.

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'Help me…someone…help me…is he dead…dead…help….HELP!'

Fuzzy images starts to slowly trickle back into his muddled brain…blacks…greys….some white…faces…strangers faces…a child…he's in distress…help the child…it's in his nature…something he does automatically, something a former nemesis would have known and exploited.

Then another face appears – a man's…in the shadows, out of the darkness…seems familiar…Drew…Drew Sheppard…RUN!

"mmm," he lips try to utter a soft moan as his aching frame tries to stretch out. It's unable. His eyes try to blink…they're unable…calling for help? Pointless. Severide's mind quickly fills with panic as his weary mind forces him back to his terrifying reality – he's been caught.

The cool air makes him start to shiver but those little chills quickly subside as he starts…or at least tries to thrash about. His legs are bound…wrists tightly cuffed behind his back, thick cloth shoved into his mouth and held in place with a strip of tape and a thick black band across his eyes. But adding to his misery is the fact that he's bound to a pole – that seals his helpless fate.

"MMMMMMPH!" Severide tries to call out; his mind actually wishing that he'd at least earn himself a mocking laugh – that he could handle, but this? This feeling of being totally helpless and isolated…trapped and alone was terrifying. From the feel and the scent in the air he correctly guesses that he's still in the tunnel below the ground. But where? Surely his captor wouldn't have just left him tied up around the hole to be so easily found? Unless that's the game – to show him just how vulnerable he really is.

"MMMMPMPH!" HADLEY YOU BASTARD! Severide's mind shouts once more as he tries to find some escape movement in his tight bonds. There are none. He stops his useless struggles and listens. In that very instant he curses his brain for not being able to slow his heart rate and at least control the pounding in his eardrums long enough to at least see if he can hear some kind of street noise. Anything.

Severide slumps back against the pole, his fingers trying to find something nearby to…what? You can't cut yourself out of these cuffs and the damn bastard put them on the tightest setting! He utters another muffled curse and then tries to swing his legs around to see just how much movement he has on either side of him. He curses the blindfold as it keeps him totally oblivious to his new world around him – something his captor delights in – even from afar.

His mostly bare legs lightly scrape along the loose dirty and gravelly ground before he can't twist out any more and he's forced to return himself to his current position. Finally a few minutes later, he hears shuffling in the nearing distance.

He tries to make himself heard, trying to get any muffled yells past the very effective gag and praying that no matter who it is will find him and even if they don't have a handcuff key, will call the police for help. That prayer would go unanswered.

"Hope you slept well."

Upon hearing the mocking words, Severide's movements instantly subside and he slumps back against the pole with a tight jaw. Drew Sheppard! A few heavy footsteps near and then stop, his eyes squeezing shut and then blinking rapidly as the blindfold is removed for a few seconds.

"It goes back on in a few minutes and don't even think about me taking that gag off. You're down here for good!" Drew shouts at Severide, making him slightly recoil.

Without even giving it much thought, Severide tosses his head forward, making it slam right into Drew's and forcing Hadley's lackey to pull back with a yelp and curse. However, that just earns Severide a hard backhand to the cheek, snapping his head to the right and his face wince in pain.

"Hadley said you were a scrapper."

"mmmmph!" Severide glowers at Drew in contempt.

"Wanna say hi?" Drew snickers.

Severide's eyes can only slightly widen in horror as he watches Drew pull a phone and Hadley's twisted smile appear on the other end.

"Kelly…nice to see you again. You know…I think out of all the meetings we've had so far…I like this one best."

Severide's eyes instantly narrow and his wrists flex behind his back; his brain wishing he could just take the phone and break it into a million pieces. But in that moment he knows – Hadley's won. He's trapped and unless his wife or best friend figure out where he is and fast – this could be his final resting place.

"I hope Drew is treating you well. I told him not to be gentle. I'll be there as soon as I can but your wife and her pesky boss have a few cars outside. I guess they think I'm the real threat here huh. I think my alibi is pretty clever, don't you? And…I guess they think I can't outsmart or outright a damn squad car!"

Erin will figure it out…she'll come and then…when I get my hands on YOU! Severide's mind yells in silent misery at the phone.

"Drew has to go now but I'm going to stay with you."

Severide's brow gently furrows until he realizes that Drew is going to leave the phone active so that Hadley can delightedly watch his captive from a safe distance and in this case only be the accomplice while if anything happens, Drew would take the full blame. Of course Hadley isn't planning long term, and a plan to take out both Drew and Severide was already in the works.

Severide starts to gently thrash about as Drew pulls the thick piece of black cloth over his eyes once more, sealing out the light and Hadley's mocking expression.

"Don't worry Drew's going to push mute so that no one will hear you but me…well nothing muted on my end. This way while I watch you in your helpless state I can also hear every pathetic SOUND!" Hadley's voice raises to an angry crescendo. "Later…I'll let you beg for your life…maybe."

Severide's jaw tightens as he feels a small breeze rush toward him when Drew swiftly pulls back and then looks for a small ledge to leave the phone. He had originally pushed the mute button on the side but when he goes to wedge it up against a small rocky alcove the button unmutes and Severide's movements, albeit small would be heard on the other end of the phone.

"You know this is kinda fitting…I spent five years in a small, cold, dark cell…and now here you are all alone in a cold…dark cell! I think I'll see if you can last oh…maybe five days? And then…then I'll put you out of BOTH OUR MISERIES!"

Sustaining another kick to the side as per Hadley's request, Severide's lips utter another painful but muffled gasp and he hears Drew laughing in the distance as he takes his leave. There is no door closed and for that he's somewhat thankful as he hopes that if he can make a clanging sound with his cuffs against the pole, he'll be heard.

Five days? He can't…no this can't be! Come on Erin…baby…you gotta find me…HELP ME!

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Just as he settles into watch his helpless captive, Hadley hears a knock at the door and leaves his small study. He had purchased two pay as you go phones, which means there is no name to be traced. He didn't care about having the open line as he knows that unless they are looking for either pay as you go number, the one in his home and the one in the tunnel with his captive – they wouldn't find it. And he had got Drew to take Severide's phone back to his home and leave it placed on the top of his car in the underground parking lot. He tells himself his plan is foolproof.

What he didn't know is, Drew had placed a call to one of the phones, just to test it and that call would be logged. That number of course would lead to the other and in turn lead them to their missing man. But…would they find him in time?

Hadley closes the door to his little office where the live video feed into Severide's cell is currently active and heads for the front door.

"Sargent Voight. Was hoping Detective Lindsay could make it."

"Detective Severide is on another call. You'll hafta settle for me. That's okay isn't it…Kevin?" Voight lightly sneers as his finger lands right in the middle of Hadley's chest and starts to apply some pressure. "Sit down…take a load off," he lightly orders as he gives Hadley a small shove back; prompting Hadley to stumble backward before slumping back into the chair.

"So what brings you here?" Hadley asks with an angry hiss.

At the same time, the address for Drew Sheppard that Erin and Jay are checking out – comes up empty.

"He might have lived here but if he did…" her voice trails off as she stands in the middle of the small, empty studio space. "So Kelly sees Drew this morning on the street…Hadley's at home and…we need Hadley's phone."

"We have no cause for a warrant. Drew's allowed to be on the street and can drive by who he wants," Halstead ponders with a slight huff. "We need to be able to put Hadley and Drew in the same room at the same time…with…"

"The same revenge plan?" She tosses back with arched brows. "Nothing here. Let's reconnect with Voight and see what he's found at the other address."

"If he's left Hadley's yet."

They take their leave and Erin pulls her phone and looks at the time. By now, she reasons, her husband was probably done his run, back home, changed and at Matt's just relaxing. Maybe I'll drop by for lunch or…or just see how…I'll bring lunch…

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Not caring if Hadley's watching, Severide's mind urges him to lean forward and try to clang the metal from his cuffs against the metal pole that he's cuffed to. At first a small clang is heard and it doesn't do much to let out an echo to signal anyone within any kind of earshot that he's trapped and needs help. Now.

His mind curses the fact not much sound is heard but he knows he can't just give up. So despite the fact that his body is wanting nothing more than to just lean back against the pole and relax, his brain orders him to move forward another few inches and keep going.

The second clang is still somewhat soft but at least it's a bit more audible. Yes…keep going…keep…on…going He tries a few more times and then slumps back with a racing heart and a new film of sweat covering his throbbing frame. A few seconds ago the idea of trying to attract attention to his miserable predicament seemed actually like a smart thing to do but as he slumps back against the pole and his adrenaline starts to leave his body he starts to shiver.

Damn you Hadley! Severide's mind curses as he kicks out his bound legs in heated anger. As soon as he stops his useless struggling, Severide's mind picks up faint voices in the distance. Renewed with a bit more enthusiasm, Severide tries again to draw some more attention to himself by clanging the cuffs against the pole.

But as soon as he hears a mocking laugh he stops…and curses. He curses Kevin Hadley and himself.

"I should be pissed because that incompetent Sheppard didn't press the mute button as instructed but then…good help is hard to find right?"

Silence.

"RIGHT!"

Silence.

"I'll forgive you for not answering. Actually…those sounds should make you realize just how hopeless your situation is and how pathetic you really do seem!"

Severide remains leaning against the pole, reminding himself that there's no point in giving Hadley the satisfaction of seeing him struggle without any result.

"Your lovely wife was just by," Hadley offers a taunting lie, wanting to get a reaction from his captive.

It does, but not in the way Hadley had wanted or hoped. Severide's jaw bites down on the thick, soft cloth wedged in his mouth and his fists tighten behind his back and he tries to pull his wrists free; which of course he can't.

"We had a very nice moment. It's too bad she wasn't concerned at all that you're…well a little tied up," Hadley pauses to snicker. "Seriously? She said yes when you asked her to marry you?"

Erin's going to find me and then…she'll send Voight to KICK YOUR ASS! Severide's mind yells as he finally lets a small muffled curse try to slip past the effective gag. He doesn't care if he earns a small snicker from his captor.

Okay focus…focus and…wait…pretend you hear something…maybe if Drew's out there…someone will see him and follow him. They're looking for him right? It was worth a try. For the past hour…at least he thinks it's an hour…maybe more he's felt cool air striking the left side of his face a bit stronger than the right. The entrance to the room is to the left…look left!

He remembers his father doing 'blind' drills with him and forcing him to just sit and try to use his other senses and figure out things such as the layout of the room; smells that might indicate danger and which side of your face the air is stronger – either cooler…or of course in his profession, warmer.

So Severide puts his theory into practice. His head had been forward, pretending he was intently listening to Hadley's incessant ramblings, which in reality he didn't care anything about. Suddenly his head snaps up and to the left and immediately Hadley stops talking.

It's working! Next he tries to rattle his cuffs and he can only inwardly smile when he hears Hadley curse.

"There's no one there!"

He hopes that Hadley wouldn't guess that he was supposed to just hang with Casey today and that one more person alerted to his absence can only help get him found and freed. But he can hear the doubt in Hadley's tone and can only hope that it means he's calling his lackey…or better yet, coming himself.

Bring them here! Bring the police here and then we'll finish this – FOR GOOD!

And that's exactly what Hadley's doing – at least part of it, calling Drew and making sure he does it right this time. And while he's doing that, Severide can only hope that by now Matt was wondering where he was and was calling his wife.

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Casey looks at his watch and frowns before he looks up at the door – his mind wondering where Severide is and what's taking him so long. "He…" he starts and then stops as he reaches for his cell phone once more and redials his friend's number.

But all he's rewarded with is empty rings and a small sense of panic starts to grow stronger. Normally he'd just brush it off as his friend being delayed by a personal hobby or maybe even a surprise coffee with his wife; but with Kevin Hadley out of jail those feelings of anxiety start to strengthen.

"Ah he'll understand," Casey mutters as he heads for the door, grabs his keys and heads outside, his mind wondering if he should alert Erin just yet or wait. He decides to wait until he's at Severide's apartment and has some concrete answers. But as soon as he reaches his friend's apartment and knocks on the door and hears nothing back, that inner anxiety starts to skyrocket.

Casey knocks once more; a few seconds later pulling his key and knocking as he opens the door. "Kelly? Hey buddy…you in here?"

Silence.

"Kelly! You and Erin doing something I shouldn't see?" He calls out with a small snicker.

Silence.

"Something's…wrong," Casey huffs as he hurries out of the apartment, locks it up and then heads for the basement, his eyes searching for Severide's car to see if he left. His heart rate starts to soar when he rounds the corner and stops short; his eyes instantly widening as he gazes upon his friend's parked car.

"Oh damn," he curses as he tries Severide's cell number once more. This time his panic literally explodes when he hears the Severide's distinct ring and notices his friend's phone perched on top of his car. As soon as he has it in his grasp he quickly opens it and looks at the numbers coming in and out. Nothing out of the ordinary.

"Hey Matt…what's going on? I was just coming there with lunch."

"Kelly's not here. I'm at your place and…your place is empty and his car and phone are both here."

"What?" Erin asks in shock as she looks up at Voight and Jay. "Kelly's…missing!"

A/N: Yup he is hehe *evil laugh* oh ahem sorry! Ah you know I love my boys in danger and well Kelly is in danger! But hmm are Drew and Hadley on the same page completely? One little mistake and now Drew's unwittingly drawing Hadley out in the open. Will Erin get to her husband in time? Will Hadley go down for good this time? Please let me know your thoughts via a review before you go and thanks so much!