Hi guys! Are you okay? I hope so! Thanks for all the reviews.

A late Happy Christmas (if you celebrate, if not, a hope you had a fantastic Friday to Sunday) and Happy New Year to everyone and everyone's family.

I know it's been weeks since the fall finale but: UPSTEAD IS OFFICIALLY MARRIED!!!!!!!!!!!!!

VOISTEAD IS ALIVE!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!

Sorry, I needed to scream the best news ever in my life. I'm so fucking delighted and proud of my baby lovebirds!!

Warning: drug addiction.

This chapter has the return of the team and Jay whump. Not a big whump but can be considered.

Inspiration: Habits (stay high) by Tove Lo and Daddy Issues (remix) by The Neighbourhood

Anyways, I should stop the introduction and start for once the chapter, right? So let's go!

As he thought, his body is aching for the gangbang rape a night ago. He moves as far as the chains attached to his wrists and ankles allow him and the immense pain sending shivers from his toes to his head, principally in his ass. Despite the pain throughout him, he feels numb. He feels light, flying like birdy between the white clouds in the blue sky.

Although his Afghanistan's and Chicago's nightmares are over mainly under drug effects, his new nightmares over the captive are invading his numb mind. The whipping cuts are infected even though he can see, he knows the sensation for early experiences. That's why the excruciating headache that has dominated him might be an infection indicator. Can Nathan and Bunker get a doctor for him? Probably not, even though he is completely useless for their sexual's obsession dead than he is now. Can that mysterious known unknown man help hi somehow? Where is that mysterious known unknown man, he disappeared after had abused him and never return or he just didn't realize his return?

Heroin is a miracle. He wants another dose. It's just a sting after all, isn't it? He is becoming a drug addict. He isn't complaining, though. What an irony: he is a cop and wants heroin. He never gets why a person would destroy her life, be walked out from family and friendship, leave the house and survive on the streets, in terrible living conditions and without being killed, quite a career, deteriorating health, lose dignity, lose everything for drinking and or drugs. He never gets it, now he understands. He lost everything and everyone. Everything and everyone is gone; he has to stay high all the time to keep them out of his mind. What can he do to get drugs?

As always, so lost in his delusions, he doesn't hear the sound of the door being opened and the goon walking inside just when a light kick comes on his side.

"Hey, bitch, lunchtime, sit down!" He looks at him and, difficulty and unhelpfully, obeys the order. The bowl with cereal and fruits is put on his front with the spoon. He eats by himself little by little, ignoring his stomach wanting to throw up the unwanted food at any moment and his mind demanding for the numbness. After he finishes, the henchman picks it up from the floor, grateful as he didn't want to have been designed for this task, and is about to go away when the prisoner demands drugs. "I wasn't requested to give you drugs, only food. Be satisfied."

"I need drugs."

"I didn't even want to be here in the first place. You sound like an addict, you know that right?"

"I don't care how I sound, I want drugs now. Please."

"What is taking you so long?" Nathan appears at the door. "Hi, bitch!" Jay chills while a sting of hope throughout his body for satisfying his needs.

"He is asking for drugs, sir." His unique disgusting psycho satisfied smile appreciates the request and a spark on the top of his gut regret has asked while his mind races enthusiastically of the possibility and fear.

"Go upstairs. Let me deal with him." He says. The man nods and obeys. Anderson enters his cell, closes the door, and walks in his direction, the fearful detective trying to evade but wasn't worth it due to the chains limiting his movements. "Do you want heroin, addict bitch?"

"Yes...master...I want...please!"

"I'm not sure if you deserve drugs." He says disappointed and watches the prisoner's puppy green eyes. "What can you do to deserve and receive?"

"I don't know...but I can do whatever you want...just give me." He pleas while traveling his eyes for the other man's clothed body until reaching his lips and clothed genitals. An idea comes up. A disgusting idea comes up. If his hands weren't tied and he was being commanded by rationality, he would punch himself for having such a terrible idea to satiate his desire. He doesn't even know if the idea is common to them both.

Confronting his fear and insecurity, he lifts himself and kisses the man on his lips profoundly. Nathan moans in excitement and grips his hair on his hands, intensifying the bruising and deep kiss. He knows the kiss isn't enough to the man drug him so he puts his original dirty idea into action so his chained hands land on the man's chest, near his neck. The man doesn't comprehend the idea in principle so he grabs his wrists powerfully with one hand and the other slaps him across the face.

"Were you going to try to strangle me, you sick whore? I'm not fearful to break your fingers one by one or all together." He looks at him redly and furiously, squeezing his fingers so tight that the tip is slightly purple and the owner squirms to escape over the grip.

"No...that's not what you think...sorry, you misinterpreted me, master." Inch by inch, the man let his numb fingers go and the cop continues in his dirty work from where it started, more carefully and staring at the master to see his reactions. His hands progress his torso above the blue T-shirt to his belt. More confident after the night before's experience, he unbuckles the man's belt, unbuttons his pants, pulls down the zipper and the man's underwear to reveal his penis. He licks the inferior part of the head and takes it into his mouth, doing it inch by inch all over the extension until it is completely in his mouth. Filled and ripping in twice sensation. Suffocation. He gags around the massive member, desperate for air and regretting the fuck idea, digs his nails into the man's thighs, and sucks, rubs, and massages with his tongue, teeth, inside part of his cheeks him off to achieve his goal. Nathan moans at which suck and lick, what he can suppose he is doing correctly and perfectly. Tragic scent. The taste is salty. He moans for sadness when he moans of pleasure, thrusting his hips brutally impossible forward and the detective swallows convulsively when he is forced further down as the men cummed. Before receiving orders, he swallows the liquid, making a face remembering the salty taste.

"I told you you were going to get used to and love be my sexual slave. Without my order, you are going to suck me off. I would love Hank and your little team to be able to see you!" Nathan says while dressing and going outside his cell, where a goon was already there with a syringe. Jay is too busy trying not to cry at the mention of his weakest points that he get conscious of what he had just executed when he is injected.

"Thanks, master!" Jay smiles silly and genuinely as he just won the lottery.

"Let me have fun now slave." The last thing he saw and heard before his eyes rolled back was Nathan above him undressing again, pushing his drugged body closely and lifting his legs above his shoulders. He knows what is about to happen.

"Sarge? It wasn't supposed your return tomorrow?" Burgess asks from Jay's table when the team sees the boss climbing up the stairs leading to the bullpen.

It's been a week since the kidnapping. It's been six days since Hank was dumped off in front of Firehouse 51. It's been five days since the video of Nathan raping Jay. Since Monday, Hank was, against his will, recovering from his injuries at home. He had arguments he hadn't had any major trauma that could inhibit him from working and was able to help in Jay's investigation but Commander Fischer prohibited him until second order from the doctors. That day in the morning, he went through a checkup with Will Halstead and he cleared the leader to street work. His major argument to work on the case was that after all, he is the one responsible for all this mess.

If you think that Jay Halstead is such a stubborn guy, Hank Voight can be equally or worse. No, equally. Seems father and son in stubbornness. No matter who said, how many times and how they said, he fixated guilty on his mind. Everyone paid a visit to him while on medical leave at home, trying to convince him of the opposite, saying that even Jay didn't blame him and he will be found soon, why would he blame himself. Jay wouldn't want this. It worked miserably. At each 'Jay' uttered, his guilt thrived. His fury over Nathan increases for taking away his not-blood loved son and what he knows that is occurring with him. The longing increases. If someone had told him that he would miss the former Ranger, he wouldn't have believed and certainly would kick the person's ass for saying such a stupid thing.

The feeling is mutual. Everyone is missing Jay. It was expected the longing but they were perplexed by how much more they are feeling. Everyone is missing his sarcastic and sassy commentaries. Everyone is missing him arriving early than everyone and making coffee for them all to the entire day ahead. Everyone is missing his focus, hard-working, and about to suffer an accident for how much he delivers himself on the cases form at work. Everyone is missing his funny, silly, and crazy form at Molly's watching the Chicago Bears or Blackhawks' games or drinking. Everyone is missing his soft manner to victims and kids or between themselves and his badass manner to criminals. Everyone is missing his tall height, fine but muscular body, soldier-style brown hair, contagious laugh, shine smile, bright green eyes. Everyone is missing his optimism, altruism, ambition, bravery, heroism, fearless, moral compass, golden heart, pure mind. Everyone is missing the brother, the boyfriend, the son. Everyone is missing Jay.

"I was cleared this morning to work by Will. I will be useful here searching for him instead of rotting at home." He says, facing everyone to dare his presence in the district and his participation in the case.

"Welcome back boss!" Antonio says, reaching out to greet with a shake of hands. Hank accepts the hand but, surprisingly, pushes the senior detective to a hug. It's a comprehensive act but surprisingly good for the cold-hearted boss part express deep feelings in front of the whole unit and not only to his long-term friend and accomplice or his adopted daughter. The psychological pressure he is imposing on himself over Jay's kidnapping and torture is unsustainable and enormous. He hugs everyone tightly for a certain amount of period, facing and passing his right hand over Jay's table before heading to his office's door frame, still, watery staring at the table of his missing subordinate and bringing collective tears to everyone's eyes before returning his mind to the investigation.

"What do we have so far?"

"We analyzed again your old file about Anderson brothers and make new research in case something was left behind," Erin says, wiping tears and faking tough in summing up the teamwork's research. "Patrick and Nathan, both from Chicago, are completely alone by a complicated family, everyone lives in another state. Aunties and uncles have criminal records from possession of drugs as well as cousins. Their father walked away when Nathan was born. Their mother died in a car crash when Patrick was 18 and Nathan was 16. Patrick assumed responsibility for Nathan because he was of legal age and started a new life with their parents' economies. Since young, they started to commit minor crimes or illegalities like possession of drugs with friends or car bills but not relevant enough to be arrested and in jail until the kidnapping and raping. Nathan was antisocial and never had friends except for his older brother but Patrick, opposite of the younger brother, had two friends." She says, gesturing for Adam to bring up two photographs he was holding.

"Can you recognize these two men, Sarge?" The officer questions and heads the papers.

"Yes. They are Nathan's henchmen, helped him in knocking us out." Voight says, a paint of aggression and anger in his voice. "He held me." He points to one of the men. "This one held Jay." He points to the other man.

"Sarge, the one who held you is George Hanson, 37 years old, born in New York City, mother died of cancer, father walked out his life after the wife's death, no formal job, antecedent by possession of drugs and illegal guns, met Patrick and Nathan in drug outlets and started helping in the kidnappings." Antonio briefs, heading the file about the man in question to him.

"The one who held Jay is Raphael Howard, 40 years old, born in Boston, both parents in an asylum, and as well as George, no formal job, antecedent by possession of drugs and illegal guns, met Patrick and Nathan in drug outlets and started helping in the kidnappings." Alvin announces, heading the file too.

"Nathan doesn't have anything on his name anywhere. The last news about the henchmen is that both live in Chicago. Raphael doesn't have a car but George has in his name." Burgess says.

"Send us the address and pin Geoge's car and cellphones. Let's catch them and they will send us to where Nathan has been keeping Jay."

Raphael and George's apartments are a disaster. According to the concierge, landlord, neighbors, they aren't seeing around the building for about two weeks at least if not more. The search on their flat is ineffective, no element implies where Jay might be, even turning the apartment upside down. When they finished the frustrated examination, Platt called from the district with updates about the pin on their cellphones and the new yorker's car. Their cellphones are turned off so it isn't able to find them using the mobile, however, the car is parked outside a local supermarket for an hour. She instantly sends the address to the team and they head to the location.

The supermarket located on Renoir's street is more known for the drug outlets among the place than for the reputation of low prices it built itself. The team arrived and parked at the other side of the street in front of the exit, watching the door in case the searched men leave. After about thirty minutes of surveillance, everyone saw the two leaving with packages in their hands and walking directly to their car, guns in the holster. He has to keep himself from entering insanity in the parking lot in his insane revenge on Jay but...He made a promise to Jay. He is going to find him, following in line with the boy's right terms and ethics.

"As soon as they leave the parking lot, ambush them. Be careful because they are armed." He says through the radio to the team and everyone replies positively. Seconds later, the male couple leaves the parking lot in Raphael's car, turning right. "Now," Hank yells and turns on the sirens and he crosses his SUV in the street ahead with Erin, who drives the second car, does the same in the back.

"Chicago PD, get out of the car and let me see your hands," Antonio screams, everyone positioning outside with guns pointing.

"Raphael and George, get out of the car and let me see your hands," Hank screams and a second later, the driver's and passenger's doors are being opened simultaneously and they get up with their hands up, facing the boss stoically. A wave of chill and anger throughout him. "Get on your knees!" They obey, still facing. Antonio approaches Raphael, Adam approaches George, and handcuffs both of them, telling them their rights before being led to Erin's car.

"Voight...in flesh and bones...your little bitch detective would be happy to know this. Do you remember how well he screams? If you want to know, he continues and is used to screaming beautifully to us stop hurting his little shit out." The man teases, knowing and inciting the authority's explosive and bad-tempered behavior and almost achieve. Hank takes a deep breath, stimulated by Alvin's hand on his shoulder reminding him of the promise.

"Let's go to the district and then we talk, shall we?" Hank says, getting inside the car with all the subordinates doing the same and heading to the district. A step closer to finding Jay.

"Holy shit! It was just what we needed!" He saw Sergeant Hank Voight and the Intelligence Unit arrest George and Raphael from where he was parked on his car on the other side of the supermarket. Bunker designed him to watch them confidentially because he was suspicious. Now his boss' suspicious are valid with their custody; the henchmen could open up about what has happened to the prisoner, the house's location, and the owner, incriminating his boss, to reduce their sentence in prison. He watches the authority's cars getting away and gets down when they pass in his side to not attract suspicion. Obeying his boss' order to any inconvenient communication with him immediately, he picks his phone and digits his number.

"Boss?...yes, it's me...as you demanded, I was keeping a look over them and they just got arrested by Hank's team...no, I wasn't seeing, my cover is protected...I know it's not me who dictates the rules but I suggest that everyone changes location, in case they open their mouths...ok, I'm returning instantly, sir." He turns on the car and drives back to the house.

"Hey...is you?...they were arrested!? Holy shit! It was just what we needed! Were you seen by any cop? Is your cover messed up?...ok, less bad so, that's good if you are sure...this is our only option, it's far from a bad idea. They will speak like a parrot soon. Come here and help us move." Bunker says through the phone with the subordinate he sent to survey Nathan's goons. As he suspected, they were arrested. Is a matter of hours before they open up about the location and the blue cavalry arrives like a tornado in weight in his house. "Nathan? We need to evacuate."

"What?"

"Raphael and George were arrested by the Intelligence Unit right now."

"Shit! I told them to be careful!" He gets up madly and rubs his face in disappointment. "Do an announcement to them help us pack. I have to do something first before packing mines. Do you pick him?"

"Everyone?" He asks for his henchmen's attention. "We need to evacuate." They look at him interrogatively. "Raphael and George were arrested by the Intelligence Unit right now. It's a matter of time when they will talk and we will be screwed. We have to change locations." He says determinedly. "Let's pack everything and get out as soon as we can." They respond a simultaneous 'yes sir' and start packing things. "I will pick him up." He says to himself, getting a syringe full of heroin and making his way downstairs and to his cell, unlocking the door and seeing the naked sleeping chained laying down form of the most handsome detective. He has to focus on his obligation and the hurry to escape they are in but the youth and his sculptured body make it unbearably tough.

"What...is...happening?" The half-conscious half-unconscious says as the other unchains him and handcuffs him again in his front, enjoying the second alone to pass his hands over him. He takes out the syringe and injects it on the same spot in his veins, to act rapidly.

"When we arrived at our new residence, I will have my turn to distress." The boy moans and groans the whole time but is deeply asleep again. He picks him and carries him upstairs to the van. Ordering another person to watch him, he makes his way upstairs to grab his things and be ready for the departure.

Hank, Alvin, and Erin watch simultaneously George and Raphael's questioning in the waiting cabin through the two one-way mirrors to where respective men were in the interrogation room one with Adam and Kevin and two with Antonio and Burgess. He escalates the four of them because, if compared with himself, his best friend, and his daughter, they are more tolerant and he knows that the trio can and will, without regrets or thinking twice, use not politely adequate interrogation techniques to pull out confessions. The two couples aren't being prosperous in taking information away from them though and are about to lose their minds.

Raphael isn't speaking anymore except requesting for a lawyer, who had already been requested by the cops but the professional hasn't arrived yet and Antonio and Burgess are there more to look out for him and praying that, subconsciously, he admits something to ignite the interrogation. George, on the other hand, hasn't demanded a lawyer yet and keeps staring at the middle, never facing Adam or Kevin, like he somehow knows that the leader is behind that.

"I know you are there, Voight. Come yourself and talk to me. Maybe I will say something." The new yorker says for the first time since he entered the police area. It's a shot in the dark but Jay's life is on the line so they have to risk it at all. He signals to Olinsky to follow him inside the room and opens it door. "Hank, you are here!"

"Officers Ruzek and Atwater, leave. Me and Detective Olinsky will talk to him." He says, not looking at his male officers who are facing themselves feared; they know what Voight can do to suspects. "I remember about the promise." He lets out sincerely. They nod and leave as asked, fearing the senior's mind-reading ability. Alvin closes the door immediately as Hank sits down in front of George.

"Where is Nathan? Where is our detective?" Alvin starts the conversation and crosses his arms over the chest, leaning on the wall next to the mirror.

"Trying to be professional over your bitch?" He provokes. "I remember your strong armored sergeant here begging and crying like a weak man for mercy, calling him 'son'. It was hilarious and memorable!"

"Yes, I admit that I cried and called him 'son' because that what my officers are, satisfied?" Hank says, done with the bullshit in less than barely one minute. "You didn't answer his questions: Where is Nathan? Where is our detective?"

"I know it's not these questions you want me to answer in principle. You should ask how is he. I bet there is a lot of things you didn't know about him no matter how many years he has worked under you." The man is up to play emotionally with them to incite an explosion or break down. The seated authority just groaned, faking believing the criminal. "Did you know he is such an addict? Those whores who implores stubbornly on their knees to be high with heroin."

"Is he being addicted to heroin?" Erin abruptly emerges into the room, asking again to make sure she hasn't heard wrong. The man nods. She looks frightened to her father figure and uncle figure with tears in her broken hazel eyes and, as quickly as she entered, she runs out with hands over her mouth. The trio understands the reaction instantly.

"That's impressive, she loved him but knowing he is an addict made her fairytale fell? What a shame to him! Nice girl but he is hotter than her!"

"Hey! Focus on me, not her." Hank snaps his finger to pick the man's attention. "Now you told us lies about who my detective is, answer the question!"

"I didn't finish! This one is the best in my opinion!" He says, settling down comfortably in his chair and cuffs. "Did you know he is such a whore? He learned to scream beautifully, love sucking us off like lollipops, fucked in the mouth, ass, or simultaneously. He is being fucked a lot recently, he can be fucked right now as we talk, who knows? Oh, just thinking about it and I want to rape him again!" He says, sensually, licking his lips at the memories.

That's the phrase and act Hank lost total control of himself and slams the table to the sidewall as he gets up and advances on him.

"Don't call him an addict or a whore. You are going to regret doing what you have done to him, your animal son of a bitch. Where is my son?" He screams in his face, pressing him with his neck against the wall.

"Hank, stay away. He isn't worth your anger. He is doing this to destabilize you, don't give it to him, for Jay." Alvin whispers in his ear and squeezes his shoulder in a sign of comfort and calmness. "Don't give it to him, for Jay." He repeats. Slowly, the older man free the prisoner who starts coughing and they walk away, a red-faced Hank fuming in anger.

"Hank, is everything ok?" Platt says. He just looks at her in annoyance and sadness. "Ok, nothing is ok. I have a call for you." She heads the phone in his direction.

"Is it Commander Fischer?" He asks worriedly. If one more person says Jay in front of him, he is going to break down, his emotions are on a rollercoaster.

"No, it isn't him."

"Voight."

"Sergeant Voight, I have to talk to you. It's about your missing detective."

"Wait a minute. Let me reunite my team." As soon as the young man's voice said, he runs to the bullpen, calls the team, pulls the call in speaker. "Go ahead."

"Am I in the speaker?"

"Yes, you are," Antonio says, intrigued about the call.

"Who are you?" Burgess says as she and a teary Erin return from the bathroom or locker room.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Detective Steve Murphy from district 18 in Carbondale, five hours away south of Chicago." As he said, Mouse searched his name on the PD base and found him, validating the man. "I'm truly sorry about your abduction and what has been happening with Detective Jay Halstead."

"I'm here with Antonio Dawson, Erin Lindsay, Alvin Olinsky, Kimberly Burgess, Adam Ruzek, Kevin Atwater, Greg Gerwitz, and Trudy Platt. You said you want to talk about him. Talk."

"Long story short: I'm working undercover to take down the gun and drugs trafficking owned by Mario Walton installed here. Walton told me yesterday about drug negotiations with a Nathan guy and three more men that I don't know the names of but if needed I can describe. Anyways, I thought it was coincidentally the drug dealer and Halstead's kidnapper have the same name, I would never imagine that it was Nathan itself: the drug dealer and kidnapper."

"Are you sure it was Nathan Anderson? I can send a photo of him so you can compare." Kevin says, verifying they aren't falling into a dead-end.

"Your photo just arrived and yes, it was Nathan Anderson who I saw." The detective says on the speaker and hears the team sighs in relief that a lead is finally forming. "I was uncertain it was him until I saw Jay."

"Did you see Jay?" Hank almost screams enough to blow anyone's eardrums. "Sorry for screaming but how is he?"

"There is nothing to be sorry for, I would be the same if I were you. What I am going to tell is dark just a warning." The man sighs but this time in sadness. "We were sitting negotiating and talking about business when Nathan arrived, the house's owner, Thomas Bunker, carrying Jay. I never imagined I would see Halstead. He...he is really in a bad shame. He is naked except for a collar in his neck, beaten up, whipped, and has a burn written NA."

"NA? Nathan Anderson's initials?" Adam asks to confirm the inevitable. Nod. "Shit."

"They started to provoke him with heroin until he accepted a dose and a man assaulted his mouth." He sighs again. "I thought it was just that, they would leave him alone, but then...they forced me to rape him." He chokes as if is trying to hold back tears or vomiting or both. "I couldn't do that but I was with a gun in my head and needed to protect my cover so I kick him in the stomach four times." Moment of silence and a sniff. "They continued to force me to rape him but I requested for a knife and made a swallow cut. They continued to force me with the gun. Jay didn't talk but his eyes were saying to me go-ahead because..."

"Because he preferred being raped than seeing you being killed in front of him and he couldn't do anything to inhibit. He would think it is his fault your death like he theoretically thinks it's his fault my death." Hank realizes, completing the man's phrase.

"I swear for God I didn't rape him, just molested him because I couldn't. I would never imagine I would have to abuse sexually an already abused sexually, molested and raped Halstead." The man is crying on the other side of the line. "I swear I didn't want to do that. I'm sorry." He continues. "Later, more people came and a party was started. Jay was the fucktoy. If my counts were right, thirty men were there and they all drugged and raped him multiple times. I didn't see him anymore but in glimpses, he was numb, his body was there but he, Detective Jay Halstead wasn't there anymore, and very high, doing whatever they want with his body so they would drug him and let him fly away mentally. He is losing himself."

"Oh my God, poor Jay" Erin collapses in Hank's arms who is crying his eyes out and receiving a squeeze in the shoulder from Alvin. Kim hugs Adam and Kevin. Trudy goes downstairs, what is her Detective Chuckles going through is too much for her. Mouse is paralyzed in place.

"The only good news I have to utter is the address." Everyone's heads snap at the phone, expressing 'why didn't you tell it before? what were you waiting for?'. "1159, Kennedy's street, Carbondale, Illinois."

"We appreciate your help and we are so sorry for what they forced you to do but no one blames you. Including Jay himself." Hank says as everyone gets downstairs.

"I hope so. I'm asking my commander to close the border and keep vigilance on any car in case they are on the street. Go rescue your boy, he needs salvation!" It's the man's last phrase before he turns off the phone and turns on the car, heading the blue cavalry like a tornado in weight to the house.

So can be Hank and the team fast enough to arrive early than their evacuation or they are already late? Hope you liked this one! See you soon!