Hi! So here is another story from me for this wonderful fandom. I wanted to get this out before the start of the New Year but I was burning the candles at both ends so to speak finishing up all my other stories so I decided the best thing to do was to take a little break and recharge and get into a good place to start this one.

So this is based on 3x11-A Dead Kid, A Notebook And A Whole Lot Of Maybe's. I found this episode with Jay and Ethan incredibly moving and I know that even though they didn't show it Ethan got a card at the end of that episode, I genuinely think he was Jay's Nadia. So I decided to do my own tweak on it and put them both through the whumper again. And so we have 22 chapters based out of one episode. Yeah...here we go again.

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I will try to update as soon as work allows me. Spelling and Grammar have never been my friends please keep that in mind too.

I do swear a lot in this chapter and in this story and so if you don't like that stop here. The usual pairings are the Season 3 pairings. Jay/Erin, Kim/Adam, Al/Meredith etc.

There will be TRIGGERS for child abuse in this story and in this chapter. Please consider that before you start reading.

Call It Paradise

Chapter 2-It's A Face Not A Mask

Hank doesn't really think much of the kid, but then he gets a call of a potential shooter at some private school and the past collides with the present starting off a chain reaction with one hell of an atmospheric ignition.

Hank doesn't really look back on that night. It's just one of those nights, shitty Dad, kid in trouble and he hands out a card. He doesn't think much of it. He's handed out four cards in his life. Some like Erin choose to call him, some like Hannah choose not to. It's the luck of the draw and besides…he has more important things to do. He has a son, a career, a wife. And then he has none.

He gets two back.

And so he carries on.

But then he gets a phone call about a potential planned shooting at Webster County Day. It's some preppy shitty school that he would turn his teeth up at given half the chance. Entitled kids make him want to scream. And even as the shooter turns out to be dead and the bomb turns out to be disarmed and it looks like suicide there is still an ongoing threat and so here he is shifting through a dead kids notebook and feeling slightly icky while he does it.

It's there he first sees the initials EJ.

EJ.

He's the only one who understands.

Well…you don't have to be a cop to know that, that screams of conspiracy. Or at the very least issues. The kid has a friend and Hank remembers Justin and Erin. No way Colin doesn't talk to friends…besides…this is not his first active shooter case…he knows these kids often hunt in packs…or whatever it is that you wanna call it.

And he also knows the destructive nature of teenagers. If EJ is just a friend or a passing obsession…if he or she is completely innocent then they are going to need an excuse to deal with the ramifications before everyone turns on this kid and another shit show occurs.

"Got a name?" he asked Adam who was pouring over the initials and the class yearbook with a fine eye.

"One. Could be a fluke but there is an Ethan Halstead—"

"EJ—"

"Middle names James. Ethan James Halstead…look I know it's a long shot but I don't know anyone else in this book who has those initials. There's no EJ, first name surname, this is the closest that we've got, swim team just like Colin, scholarship kid just like Colin…there's a lot in common and—"

"Alright we can start there why don't you and Erin—"

"Hank we got a problem"

He turned to find Antonio staring at the picture and then he followed as he went to type something in his computer. There was a pause and then Antonio sighed again.

"Hank we got a big problem"

"What?"

"Ethan Halstead rang a bell so I did some checking. Hank he's a cop's son"

For a second they all stared at Antonio and then it started ringing back in his mind.

Halstead…Halstead.

Please…please don't take him from me.

I'm a shit Dad.

"What's his name?"

"Jay"

Fuck.

It nearly knocked him backwards for six and then back again. He was not prepared to go slamming down memory lane in this way. He had not thought about that kid in years. He had…he had never gotten a phone call and he'd left well enough alone.

"Jay Halstead?"

"Yeah I know him…he worked Vice undercover and then corruption undercover in Molly's to break up some gang that was terrorising the place. He was there when the shit all went down, he was also sleeping with Gabby at the time. I remember because I wasn't pleased when I found out and she even less so but he did save her life so I took him out for a drink to say thanks and he was…he mentioned in passing he had a son and—something about him being dead young when he had him…and then he asked me to look into the Lennie Rodiger case—"

"I remember that one, massive miscarriage of justice that one. Guy's father did him in didn't he?" Erin said. Antonio nodded slowly. "I didn't…I mean it was a tip off that led to the house being raided and then that was when we found all the stuff. I didn't know who gave him the tip off…well…I don't know. But the kid's Dad—should we give him a heads up?"

Hank paused. Technically it was the right thing to do. If Justin had been picked up by the police and he hadn't been called he would have been royally pissed. The same said for those three times that Erin had been picked up when she had been listening in. The problem was when a kid of a cop got caught in the middle of an investigation—especially one as serious of this—parents tended to get in the way.

"Let's…let's find the kid first—"

"Sarge were gonna need him in the room, the kids a minor—"

"We need youth division in the room, we don't need his Dad"

There was a pause as everyone looked at him even Al. Hank rolled his eyes. "Yes I heard what I just said, I don't like it, but it doesn't make it any less true. Let's find Ethan Halstead and then we can take it from there…whose the Dad's boss?"

"Woods"

OH GOODIE. Hank thought sardonically. Another run in with Denny Woods. That was just all his needed. He turned to shoot Al half a look but Al was already standing up with that grin that made Hank's head throb in anticipation.

"You were the white shirt Hank…you make the call"

"Or we could just let Platt call her friend in his department" Erin said watching the two of them with a bemused expression.

Hank had always liked her the most.

When Burgess and Roman brought back EJ Halstead he was battered black and blue. Kid had held his own according to Roman, apparently two kids were having stiches done and another had a hell of a black eye. The kid had eyed everyone in the room as if they were grenades with pins about to be pulled out but had let someone wipe the blood out of his eye (Erin) with a brisk hand. His whole body was thrumming with anticipation and he was tense…either he was coming down from the fight or he was geared up for another one and Hank looking at him could see a kid who was in well over his head more than had seen anything else. There was Justin kind of look about him, a kid who was drowning and didn't know how to keep his head above water.

"Youth divisions on it's way and so is the kid's father. Platt but in a call"

"She go through Denny?" he asked Al and he was rewarded with an eye roll.

"Please. Denny wouldn't let a detective in his division go off even if he'd just been shot. No she called in a desk clerk who called him in. He was picking up dime bags."

"Why? I thought he was good?"

Al raised an eyebrow but didn't comment on anything else. He chewed his bottom lip and then.

"You looked over the guys file"

"I did"

"You need an extra man—"

"Al we are not taking in strays."

"If the kid is innocent—"

"Alvin"

"Hey if your sure that you don't need my help…but you did read the file…and your resemblance to your wife is becoming more and more striking by the day"

Hank flipped him the finger.

Bastard.

Erin was to go in and do the investigation. Hank would have gone in himself but he was waiting. Antonio went in with Erin and he went back to his desk. He didn't know what to do with the feeling that something was off. The kid didn't seem like the obvious choice for a co conspirator but there was a darkness around him that made everything else fall into the shadows.

He was sat up in his office looking through the notebook again and wondering if Justin in his dark days had ever had a notebook like this (sometimes he just couldn't help himself okay) when there was the sound of someone frantically buzzing the buzzer. There was a shout and a sigh that he knew of old was Trudy and as she came up it was clear that she was not impressed. Someone else ran past her and nearly sent her into the wall, skidded to a stop in front of Hank and nearly crashed into Antonio's desk.

For a second he rebounded and then looked up eyes catching Hank's.

"Hello" Hank said pleasantly enough.

"Where the fuck is my son"

Okay so they weren't going to do this the easy way…well…that he had to admit would have been disappointing.

He looked over Jay Halstead. So much of a man changed between the ages of fifteen and thirty and he had to concede that it had happened here.

But somethings stayed the same.

And one of them was the eyes.

Hank remembered those eyes looking at him with desperation. Much like they did now. He remembered suddenly the way that he had clung to his baby.

"You Halstead?"

"Yeah"

"Hank Voight, I run Intelligence"

"I know" Jay Halstead said as if that was second nature. "Doesn't answer my question. Where's my son Voight"

"Sergeant"

Jay Halstead's lip curled. "We gonna play it this way?"

"Hey I got youth division in with him. I don t need you to be in there."

Jay Halstead shot him an appraising kind of look.

"You think you can stop me?"

The true answer to that was no, Hank might work out and he might be spry for his age but he wasn't suicidal. Jay Halstead standing there in his short sleeve t-shirt that looked like it was spray painted on and he also looked like he was made of cobblestone. There was no easy way he could block this kid and win.

"I think you need to calm down" he said evenly. Jay Halstead ran a hand through his hair and then laughed.

"You…you want me to calm down? I mean…do you have any idea what my day has been like. I have had two phone calls today, one has been to tell me that there is an active shooter at my son's school, I had to hear on dispatch that it was over and that the kid…who I know by the way…had shot himself…I then get a phone call from the middle of work because my boss is a twat who can't let me have the day off to check if my child is still alive to find out that not only has my son had the shit kicked out of him but that he is under arrest as an accomplice and that he is being spoken too without me. So perhaps Seargent but you can understand why I am a little upset, when I come up here and I get jerked around by some old timer who stands in the way of me and my son"

Hank caught Trudy's eye and had to look away. Damn…he kinda liked the kid.

Trudy rolled her eyes.

"This way"

Jay Halstead did a bit of a double take. Clearly he had not expected Hank to bend over and show him the way forwards. He still wasn't sure weather or not this was a good idea but the kid had the same magnetic appeal now that he had then. The same appeal that had made him give out a card all those years ago.

"Just like that"

"Yeah. But before I take you too him do you wanna know what I have on him?"

"What your gonna tell me?"

"It appears so" Trudy muttered.

"Yeah. Look…" he passed the book to Jay who flipped through it frown deepening.

"I have a dead kid, this and your son's initials scrawled all over it. Coupled with the fact that he's dropped off the swim team—"

"Sorry what now?"

Ah so the kid didn't know about that either. Interesting.

Jay Halstead stared at him and then went down to look at the book flipping through it and shaking his head every so often.

"I am not saying that the kid knew what was going to happen but It's clear that one way or the other your son is involved. He might not be involved willingly but he is involved and I have a lot of parents just like you who want answers. I still don't know if there is an involved threat or not. So I need your kid to talk. And so far he's been about as forthcoming as a rock"

Jay Halstead dropped the book onto Erin's desk and nodded.

"Oh I'll get him to talk" was all he said and then he stalked off to the interrogation room.

"I give it a week before you adopt him" Trudy said turning around.

Hank flipped her the bird.

But she was probably right.

And there you go, hope that you enjoyed and I will update as soon as I can

Next Chapter-In which Jay is having a really, no good shitty kind of day (or Jay's pov of this chapter)