Stepping into the precinct Burgess felt the yawn escape her, bringing with it a glare from the desk sergeant.
"Isn't someone peppy this morning." Kim glared at her turning away with coffee in hand. "HELLO to you too!" Rolling her eyes Burgess didn't even see the woman whom had bumped into her about ready to come unglued on the one whom nearly forced her morning brew to take a dive clenching the cup.
"Excuse...me..." The woman's brown eyes studied the officer in front of her gazing from her face to the name on her tag. "You're Burgess?"
"Do I know you?"
"Yes, no I mean no...um Detective Lindsay told me about you." Kim raised an eyebrow. "Sorry, I'm...Kaitlyn my name is Kaitlyn. I uh, she was helping me with a situation."
"What can I do for you?" Kim had confusion strummed all over her face.
"My sister got into a bad relationship, the guy was pretty abusive...the detective helped get her some help locked him up. He got out a few days ago and was spotted at a club. I um...I let her know she was supposed to meet me but never showed..." Burgess nodded as the woman took a breath. "Thing is, I never saw her but the security had said there was a woman with a badge in the club that night."
"You think it was her?" The woman nodded pulling a strand of her short black hair mixed with red highlights behind her ear. Burgess set the cup down by the stairs reaching for a note pad in her pocket. "What's your info?" The woman took the pad and the pen offered jotting down her name number and address of the club handing it back. "I'll look into this for you. Would you like the detective to give you a ring back when I see her?" Kim studied the woman's eyes and saw something different in them then the small worry before...an emotion she knew all too well the same one she had seen on Erin's face when she lost Nadia, the look of a loved one lost.
"That would be great thanks." Before Burgess could even say another word the woman took off leaving unanswered questions in the air. The officer glanced down at the pad seeing the note. 'Tell Erin sorry for me' Glancing back up, something didn't seem right as she hollered to Trudy.
"Buzz me up!" There must have been quite the expression on Kim's face for no smart ass comment to come firing back. Burgess rushed up the stairs hearing the chatter of the squad going over a case. Passing by Mouse typing away and Ruzek and Atwater pointing over the white board Kim stopped dead in her tracks.
"Hey Burgess, what's up?" Kevin asked noticing the look on the officer's face.
"Dyme." Kim muttered shaking the thought away. "Is the serg in?"
"Yeah, but be warned he's in a mood."
"Thanks." Kim stormed over to the open door of the office noticing Voight staring off into his phone as if waiting for it to go off. "Serg?" She knocked. Hank glanced up. "Got a moment?"
"Got a few. What's up Burgess..." Kim dropped the note pad down to his view on the desk. Hank studied it glancing up quickly shooting out of his chair rushing passed her.
"Hank?" Olinsky muttered popping himself out with a cup of coffee as Voight tapped on the white board.
"The two drug busts, solicitations...they were tied to this club right? This club Dyme?" Kevin leaned futher back on one of he desks nodding.
"Yeah...nothing definitive but...it was a place that popped up where the perps had been seen." Hank turned clenching the note pad in his hand.
"I want everything there is on this club pronto..." Hank stormed back into his office, grabbing his phone clenching it as hard as he clenched the note pad. Olinsky followed leaning in the doorway.
"What's going on?"
"Erin was SEEN at that club a few nights ago. I haven't heard from her Al. Not a peep." Jay came up to the door wondering what had made the boss fire up like this. "Halstead, have you heard from Erin?" The shake of head and shaking eyes warranted a sour taste in the sergeant's mouth. Voight slid passed both men walking over to the board. "What do we know?"
"Seems legit, no outstanding fees or fines, everything up to code. Owned by a Belassi and Merl...my guess co owners, most profitable way to run a club. No reports on the docket nada boss." Kevin stated.
"Everything on the net, pretty clear...except for this..." Hank walked over to the hacker's station leaning down reading the posts from anonymous recipients.
"I swear this place is a cover up for a rougher party..." Voight read on. "...seen couple of the waitresses with shackle bruises on their wrists. Is this a hidden BDSM scene?" Hank felt his stomach retching. Pulling back he flicked his gaze to the board, all the information they had obtained, back to the screen folding arms. "Burgess..." Kim shot her head up from behind the boys. "How would you like some street time"
"I'm in."
"Good. We're hitting this club tonight..."
Yanking violently at the chains restraining both her arms apart on the floor giving her maybe a foot of length on each, the detective panted from the struggle but continued to fight to get free. She couldn't reach up to pry the collar around her neck also chained to the floor, she couldn't snap the restraints on her arms...she was leashed like some animal on the ground. Stopping for a moment to catch her ragged breath didn't ease the panic in her. Clenching down on the rag between her lips she groaned finally dropping her arms surrendering for the moment to her predicament. She had no idea how long she'd been there, no clue how she'd gotten there. She remembered talking to a woman...beautiful at that but deadly and in the back of the detective's mind, danger. Hazel eyes trembled, trying like hell to recall something, anything. But it was hazy. Fuck it. Erin started to yank at the chains again growling until a door slammed shut and her body shivered suddenly so very still as the sound of heels echoed the floor boards inching closer. Glancing over and up eyes raked over the woman standing in quite the tight provocative get up, but snaking her gaze upward she was met with a darkly sinister smile and even darker eyes fixated on her like this woman was the predator and Erin was the prey. Instantly she tugged on the chains again growling through the gag glaring not giving this bitch any room to think her weak.
"Such ferocity my dear...I would even call it hate." The Lady bent down sinking to the level of her captive as the detective stopped her thrashing for a moment stunned as she struck her hand forward removing the rag from her head freeing her muffled growls. "I think I would be right."
"How about you and I trade places and I let my own creativity do the talking...starting with a muzzle pressed between your eyes...bitch..." Erin snarled. She wouldn't show any give with this broad. But the woman smirked at the remark reaching out snatching the detective's chin firmly.
"How hurt I am by your words...after the wonderful time we had..." Hazel eyes widened sending shivers rippling down her spine through her body.
"Wha..." The mistress grinned wider leaning further in striking to the core of the woman.
"I must say kitten...you tasted...superb..." Letting go of Erin's chin she watched the shock the terror, the attempted recollection thunder through the trembling detective. Standing up she casually walked over to the bed grabbing the cylinder preparing a stronger mixture in the bottle as her captive sunk further to the floor too paralyzed by the small flashes, images that snapped through her mind. Worst of all the look on her face that she noticed with the mirror facing the bed, the look of... Before Erin could fathom what was happening a hand came around her head and a mask was pressed to her face. Eyes widened bringing the fight back in her struggling to breath normal air, thrashing her body trying to escape the pounding that begun to increase in her head, the ringing in her ears growing louder the smell of what ever was in what she was Lady bent her head down brushing her lips against the detective's ear, kissing the lobe. "A taste...I will enjoy again..." Erin's eyes began to fade rolling, eyelids fluttering her body slumping forward carefully lowered to the floor as the mask was held a little longer over her mouth and nose until removed. Her groans were deepening her body slowly writhing fingers clawing at the wood as the mistress started to unlace her top in the back once more. "That's it kitten...let it take you...let me take you..."
Burgess stepped onto the dance floor in a sexy purple vest and black pants swinging her hair back over her shoulders adjusting ear piece by her earring. The pulse of the music wasn't bad, but the atmosphere here definitely felt off. Pretending to dance she gazed around paying attention to the movements of the employees and guests. Nothing appeared out of the ordinary.
Halstead and Ruzek as usual dressed to the nines leaned against one of the bar tables as Kyle motioned a waitress over for drinks.
"No sign of anything suspicious serg...just kids having a good time." Jay mumbled against his watch.
"May not be suspicious but I'm not buying it's squeaky clean...there's something about this place..." Burgess chimed in, turning her head catching a glimpse of what looked like... "Hold up!" Kim slipped through the group of dancers noticing the short red and black hair almost certain it was the woman from the precinct. "Guys...the girl who gave me the note for Erin...she's here." Burgess pressed on until she lost track of her in the crowd then noticed the EXIT sign blink, a sure sign someone had left out the door. As Kim moved closer to it one of the bouncers stopped her. "Oh uh...my friend...she's kinda sick...too much liquor...I think she went out that..." The two detectives made their way over as Jay flipped open his jacket flashing a badge. The bouncer grumbled then stepped aside. "This way." Kim stated, as Kyle pushed open the door with the other two following him. Burgess adjusted the little medallion collar around her neck. "You guys getting this?"
In the black van couple buildings down from the club Hank, Al and Mouse surveyed.
"I'm getting it." Mouse responded. "Not really looking like a dump is it?"
"I've never seen a back alley this clean." Ruzek pointed out as the three split up glancing around. Kim made her way to the opposite side accidentally tripping over a bottle catching herself by one of the dumps. "What's the matter Burgess, broke a heel?" But the humor wasn't anywhere in Kim's mind as she gazed down fixated on the glint of metal by one of the building steps slowly with a shaky hand bending down reaching for it. "Did you drop your..." Kyle froze as Kim lifted the badge up noticing the knife inches away from where she'd found the shield. He knelt down holding it up as well. "That's" Both heard cussing on the other end of their ear pieces and a slam of what was probably the van doors. Jay walked over looming his eyes on the badge in Kim's hand as the three heard thundering footsteps behind them of Olinsky, Atwater and the serg.
"Tell me it's not..." Hank felt his heart shatter in two as Halstead handed him the knife Voight had specially made for his only daughter in his life. "...Erin..." The team stood silent with even Dawson manning the van sitting back in the seat with fear, worry and anger beckoning him as it did the squad. Their tough as nails detective Lindsay was missing.
After hours in the alley in the club questioning everyone possible pressing for information, with CSU taking every single print and speck of possible evidence they could the proud and street strong intelligence squad was left with no trail, no lead, nothing. Voight leaned against the wall of the van clenching tight to the badge of his daughter's in his grasp as his knuckles turned white with tension. Lifting his head the pain the concern the fear left his eyes replaced by a deepening rage burning through him. Whom ever had taken Erin, was about to meet a wrath they'd wish for death to avoid. Hank didn't care how far it pushed him, whether by law or not...he would get her back to them...no MATTER the cost...