In the darker quarters of her chambers, she carefully slipped from the bed uncaring her well built yet sensually feminine form was exposed to anyone whom entered her domain. She was pleased with her conquest, everything had been going to plan and as she softly stepped over to her black satin robe the groan from the bed was evident of her victory. Slightly turning her head a grin slid over her lips as her captive rolled half consciously completely taken under by her concoctions and hours of her feasting. Until she knew for certain the beautiful little detective was completely broken to her, she kept her collared and restrained to the bed. Slipping her head forward sliding the sash through her robe tying it shut a knock disrupted her rather serene cheerful mood. One of the men from the club whom carried the little kitten to her estate appeared with his ravaging playboy looks and darker appeal in the doorway.
"My Lady." Bowing respectfully she waved him in turning and sauntering back over the bed sitting on the side throwing her dark blue sheet over the naked and vulnerable woman enough to cover her more desiring features. The guard slipped his dark green gaze to her then back to his mistress. "Everything has been set. Your package will be delivered by the time they reach their little station. They have turned up absolutely no trace of you." The Lady smiled wider licking her lips reaching out stroking her kitten's soft hair.
"Mmmmm...let the games begin." She purred as her guard bowed once more grinning slipping out shutting the door. A sudden buzz of her phone slid her from her contentment reaching over grabbing it clenching her perfect smile to a gritted thundering discern. 'She walked...and talked Mistress...should we put the kitten down?' Selyne contemplated the notion weighing out the pros and cons of such a decision. Kaitlyn hadn't returned since her sweet Eris' capture. She had done what was asked of her which was to lead the foolish squad to her club, but after one of her guards had seen the remorse on her face it was clear little K wasn't playing by her rules anymore. Then it hit her...such a wonderful idea and it delighted her ominously to no end. Tracing her nails over the screen she responded back. 'Set the kitten up for the dogs. After all, the kidnapping and intentional harm of a police officer would put her in a cage...make it swift...the pieces have been moved on the board...'
The once proud Intelligence unit felt their ultimate defeat trudging up the stairs with heads down, bodies raked with exhaustion and a brutal wounding doubt in their ability, intelligence and strength. They had turned up nothing. They had brought scent dogs to the scene...nada. Dawson had even had the gym dusted. Yet still...no trace. Hank had sent Jay and Kim to Erin's apartment where only the sign of a little messy housekeeping remained. Voight walked silently to his office, his heart shredding more and more every hour she was missing, but as he entered the room he noticed a package on the desk stopping for a moment studying the seven by eleven half inch thick envelope in white walking over flipping it widening eyes. 'To the bull dog Voight and his mutts' Hank reached out snatching it up feeling the weight of it. Cop instinct said check it for trace a bomb...something, but somehow he knew the outside was pristine. Grabbing the knife from his pocket he slapped the blade up cutting into the edge carefully along the outside of the folds. As it opened he reached in feeling a cold smooth surface pulling out a black off brand named tablet gazing into the reflection of the screen flipping it over. Every serial number, sticker had been removed. There was nothing to give any trace. Mouse could, he knew he could. Dropping the envelope he watched a small folded piece of paper slip out onto his desk. Setting the tablet down he took a moment to yank open his top drawer grabbing a pair of forensic gloves sliding them over his hands grabbing for the wad. Unfolding it he saw the rather unique calligraphy, completely taken aback by it. Instantly it popped into his head, this person wasn't their normal perp. This was calculated. Hank grabbed the tablet walking out to where the weary crew slumped on desks and in chairs all lifting their head as he spoke.
"Choose your players wisely..." Voight glanced up at the team around him studying each of their faces stopping at Burgess.
"I'm not going anywhere. I want to help find her." Hank admired her tenacity nodding.
"...every piece here is at an even set. Each piece has specific moves. Once you have chosen your players they cannot forfeit nor require the guidance of an outside source. Once you are certain, turn on the program." Voight grit his teeth tossing the note away as Ruzek picked it up carefully to preserve any possible trace. "If anyone needs to leave...here's your chance." The sergeant looked around. No one budged but their computer guru did speak up.
"I can run an anylisis on that, check it for viruses spyware..." Hank shook his head.
"Not just yet." Swallowing hard he pushed on the side button growling as the red screen popped up with black lettering blinking on the screen. This was a dangerous risk as the message popped up. "I can see your moves but you are ten steps behind mine."
"What the..." Kyle chimed in. Mouse walked over with Hank setting it on white board in everyone's view.
"We're being recorded...live feed. The other end isn't live and if I had to guess trying to get into the server will be almost impossible until what ever is programmed into this has finished." They watched as a small spiral link popped up on the screen with a 'click me' message.
"Is everyone sure?" Olinsky stepped over taking the lead pressing his finger on the icon. Instantly a video screen loaded as a small red dot on the top of the tablet began to blink. The moment it began to play the squad held in a breath as quite the stunning yet dangerous woman sat perfectly lounged in a wide wooden chair resting her arms comfortably on the sides. She lowered her head just enough as a grin slid over her face.
"Welcome...I see you have chosen your players wisely for my game. Allow me to introduce myself...I am Madame Selyne Belassi. Feel free to check my profile...only thing you will trace back to is a rogue agency for real estate up north and in two countries. All legit, unfortunately for you. Facial recognition wont help you either but feel free to have your hacker attempt his best. In terms of tracing my whereabouts I do have my own team of well versed computer geniuses which would probably trace my signal straight back to you." Jay felt a cringe of anger raising up in him, looking around at the rest of the team seeing the same look. "As I am sure now you are pondering my demands but I have none. The damage you have distributed to my venues and businesses cannot be reversed therefor I have to rebuild my empire so to speak. No, this is not a message to issue your simple way of receiving the rescue you are all so intent on performing. This is a message stating the obvious...catch me if you can...simple enough isn't it?" As for...what you seek..." The woman grinned pointing downward as a link bar popped up on the tablet screen blinking. "I do hope none of you have ingested anything...and I'd click it before it counts down to zero and disappears." Hank had a wretched feeling about pressing on the link, swallowing down his uncertainty knowing if he attempted to shield his team it would put them in a far worse state.
Reaching out he pressed on the screen, nearly dropping where he stood as the video popped up and the same woman as before appeared leaning over his one and only daughter screaming as an oxygen style mask is brought to her face begging pleading thrashing in shackles her face filled with terror fighting to get away tightening the restraints on her wrists and neck. Eyes of her team lit up in disgust, pain and most of all rage. They watched both helpless and infuriated grinding their jaws clenching fists, chairs, desks.
Burgess felt her stomach churning with what felt like a nightmare blending inside flipping over and over fighting not to vomit in front of the rest of the squad as the video grew far worse. Eyes stared fixated as their detective on the screen thrashed less and less until the fight in her dissipated and the lens zoomed in on the broken drugged look in Erin's hazel eyes slowly zooming out as this woman this...monster, began to caress her in such an ominously intimate way. Everyone froze as Kim's phone went off on the table and a message popped up on the screen according to the caller ID as Erin. Burgess glanced down reaching out lifting the phone seeing the words 'press play' swallowing hard opening attachment hitting play as another video popped up causing nausea to win over dropping her phone reaching for the small garbage can by the desk heaving. Kyle reached out placing a soft hand on her back rubbing it as Jay grabbed the phone lifting it.
"As you can see detectives...I hold all the major cards here. In case you're wondering how I got this number or this phone, it's simple...I sync'd hers with another. Your darling detective's is probably sunk to the bottom of the southeast river by now. You're still being recorded so I suggest you shut the doors and lock down your unit upstairs." Voight clenched his fists tighter walking over to the doors shutting them quietly locking them. "That wasn't so difficult." The team flicked their attention to the tablet as another link popped up. "Before you open that one I think it fitting I throw you a bone since you are the mutt unit of the police force...open the text message on this phone with the picture attachment." Halstead ground his teeth harder together tapping on the message as the photo loaded. As Kim cleared her throat fighting to hold her stomach any further she gasped pointing.
"That's the girl from the precinct and club!" Jay held up the phone so his Serg and the others could see it. The screen held a much older photo when their detective was in her younger party years, with the woman from before wrapped around her and both sticking their tongues out at the camera laughing. Burgess let the picture process through her mind then it suddenly made sense. The note of apology the worried sad look on this Kaitlyn's face. Hank felt his blood boil turning back to the tablet hitting the screen icon as another grueling video loaded and the woman from before appeared sitting smug with such the evil grin on her face. Voight wanted nothing more to blow it clean off with a sawed off shotgun. His right mind was gone, vengeance was reaming through him.
"That dear little vixen would be MY ex...kitten. She seems to have escaped my grasp and grown an agenda of her own. But before you believe her to be innocent in this, think back to whom led you to my club. She is solely responsible for the disappearance of your beautiful little detective...one I have grown quite...fond of. I will give you this, she puts up one tenacious struggle but I expected nothing less from one of Chicago's finest. I would suggest you find the proper charging cord, for this is the only feed you will receive...live..." Hank stumbled back as the woman on the screen stood up moving the chair revealing his daughter's naked exposed body shackled to the floor a leash tight around her neck, her eyes faded body writhing slowly and the groaning moans from her struck at the heart of him. Erin was losing the fight in her. Selyne knelt down cupping the woman's chin bringing her lips down over her captive's as the detective's body arched by her advance as the Lady let go of her chin pulling the cylinder and mask over turning valve. "You see, my little play things...I don't need my old pet. I have a new one riiiiiight here...and the clock IS ticking and don't bother attempting to scream out, though you are being recorded I've adjusted the sound on my end. You can hear me...and my sweet kitten here..."
"FUCKING..." Hank felt his rage flaring passed the point of control gripping the desk clenching tight.
"So here's the rules little Intelligence squad...no outsiders, no bringing in extra help. Oh..." The woman pushed the mask over Erin's face forcing more of her concoction into her captive. "...you have a choice once you leave the building to search for me and of course her...whether it's by the badge and book...or by the street. If you do find my old pet...give her my hello...and thank her for the gift..." The screen faded as a message popped up 'click for live feed'
Voight turned to the ones around him studying the rage building in each and every one of them including Burgess, whom nodded.
"Gear up heavy...we're hunting this bitch down and finding Erin..."