Hi :)

Yeah... It's been forever since I've posted. I needed a break from everything. The situation at home, health related stuff, school and sometimes even friends were getting kinda overwhelming, so I had to put writing on the side track for a while.

Thank you for sticking around and thank you for all of the reviews. They make so many of my days brighter :)

Andreatassinari: Thank you for reading and reviewing :)

CBloom2: I'm really glad you enjoyed the story. I adore writing about the brotherly bond between Jay and Will, so I try to incorporate it as much as I can. I might dive into writing something about Will being hurt at some point, because I think Jay's reaction would be very interesting to explore, so thank you for the idea.

Extraordinarygirl116: Your reviews are always so incredibly sweet and kind :) Thank you for all your good thoughts about my grandma. And thank you so much for the compliment, I'm happy you enjoyed the story. The PTSD situation just kind of offered itself to me, so I obviously had to include it. If you can't already tell, I am also very much a sucker for the brotherly bond (both with Will and Mouse) and the fotherly love from Al and Voight, so you're bound to see that in most of the stories :) I hope you had a great summer (or are still having it), mine was a bit rough around the edges, but it was still definitely nice. I really shouldn't complain. I did end up passing my last exam (I just got the grade yesterday, 2 months after taking the exam... great teacher), which is great, so I will officially be going into third year of college.

schnorchzahn: Thank you so so much and thank you for the good wishes for my grandma :)

larutanrepus89: Thank you so much for the compliment and thank you for the good wishes about my grandma :) Your idea is definitely interesting, so I'll try my best to write it at some point.

Ghostwriter: Aww, thank you :)

Sasa Camilla: Thank you, I'm really glad you liked it. You most definitely don't have to apologise for requesting certain things to be included, you are getting your wish in the very near future (one of the next stories), and please, if there's ever anything you'd like to read, feel free to ask.

: I'm really glad you enjoyed the ending to the last story :) I decided to really focus on the brotherly bind, which is why Will was fussing over Jay the whole time and was the first one to go see him. I feel like it's only fair... I hope you like the next chapter too :) As for my grandma, thank you for all the good wishes. I wish I could say she's doing better, but I can't. Just as she was starting to get a bit better, she git a horrible case of pneumonia and ended up in a coma. She woke up and is sort of doing better, but the sedation definitely left a mark on her.

Guest: I'm glad you like my stories and thank you for both of your ideas. I really like them. I've been wanting ti write about Jay being overseas, but haven't had the guts to yet, because wars scare me (not that that's an unusual thing, but still). Hopefully I find the mitivation eventually. As for Al, Erin and Mouse being present - yes please! I love Al and I adore Mouse, I'm not the biggest fan of Erin, but I can definitely put them in a story :)

floopdeedoopdee: Thank you! I'm so happy you liked it. And thank you forr all the good wishes about my grandma.

Guest: Wow, 'handsome stories'...That's so original, it has to be one of my favourite compliments. Thank you :) and thank you for the idea. I have no clue what stalkered means but I'll look it up and try to incorporate it.

charmlily: Thank you so much!

Guest: Dun-dun-dun! An update has come :) Thank you for your patience and for what it's worth, I missed writing too.

I'm currently on vacation, so I've finally taken the time to write something. I've had this idea in my head since forever ago, but never actually sat down to write it. Today's the day. I hope you like it :) Shall we begin?

Almost Like A Walk On The Beach

Part 1

Silence.

Darkness.

Cold.

Endless sand.

No sign of life, other than a car, driving in the distance. You could say it's almost peaceful. Almost.

As the car approaches through a narrow opening in between the small sandy hills, it screeches to a stop. The driver's door flies open and a middle sized man walks out, glancing both ways as he walks around the car to his trunk. As he opens it, he reaches inside, dragging an uncoordinated, stumbling figure out, before dragging it a couple of feet further from the car, before dropping it harshly into the sand. He rips a piece of duct tape from it's face, before reaching into his back pocket. A small bottle and piece of cloth appear, before liquid is being poured onto the fabric. You can see some struggling coming from the figure in the sand. The man bends down next to it. The figure pulls back ever so slightly.

For a few seconds, everything goes still.

And then the eruption comes. The figure starts kicking, rolling and shaking it's head. The man stays still. He watches as the figure struggles, seemingly enjoying himself.

The man reaches forward, shoving the piece of soaked fabric into the figure's mouth, before taping a piece of duct tape over it. He reaches into his front pocket and produces a bag made of cloth. The figure starts trashing around even harder, before the bag covers it's head. The bag is taped around it's neck using duct tape, unabling it from slipping off.

The struggling eventually grows weaker, until it stops.

The man stands, admiring his work.

He walks back towards the car, closes his trunk, allows himself another overview of his master plan and sits in the car.

The car drives away, until it's barely a dot on the horizon.

Eventually, it disappears.

Once again, there's no sign of life.

Endless sand.

Cold.

Darkness.

Silence.

I did say, it was almost peaceful.

Voight's P.O.V.

"Argh!"

Another punch square in the jaw, followed by a glorious growl soothes my ears.

"Where. Is. My. Detective."

An evil smirk is my only answer, so my fist pulls back once again, before shooting for this prick's stomach.

I'm really starting to enjoy the sound of pain, reaching my ears.

"Not feeling cooperative, are we?" I whisper in the creepiest way possible. "Okay..."

I turn around, nodding for Al to come closer.

He takes his time and allows himself to walk slowly, seemingly calm and collected, though I know that worry and rage are the only two things he's consisting of right now. Just like me.

I notice a flash of fear in Garcia's eyes, as Al carefully sets the car battery on the concrete floor in front of him. Garcia's shocked eyes glance towards me for just a second, before regaining their composure.

"You really expect me to think you're gonna use that?" he huffs, nodding towards the battery. "You're cops. You're not allowed to."

Al and I share an obvious glance, making our best effort to appear untouched, almost glad he said that.

"Didn't seem to stop me before" I say, laughing.

Despite the clock ticking, we allow ourselves a couple more seconds to just stand there for effect. We have one shot at this. If we fail...

Al grabs the leads and switches he battery on. He demonstrates that the current is running by pressing the leads together, creating a rather awful sound.

I can see Garcia swallow, as he tries to melt into the wall behind him, and decide that this is the perfect moment to continue.

I step right in front of his face, give him a glare and ask once again.

"Where. Is. My. Detective."

He chooses to stay quiet once again, but seems way less confident in his decision.

"Alright. Have it your way."

I step back, allowing Al to step forward. He connects the leads once again, except this time, Garcia's torso happens to be in between them.

The sound of his screaming does nothing to ease my worry, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't bring me the slightest amount of joy. An eye for an eye.

"Had enough?" I ask, motioning for Al to stand back for a second. He purposely stays quiet in order to appear even less like a human. His only job in this interrogation is to cause pain.

Garcia presses his lips together, clearly refusing to talk.

"Guess not."

Al presses the leads deep into the guy's torso, making his screams as raw as they can get. This goes on for almost thirty seconds. I allow myself to ask the only question occupying my mind once again, in case the electric shock is making Garcia unable to remember, what we came here for.

In one of the rare moments when Garcia's eyes are actually open, I bend down to turn up the power. The halt in his screaming tells me he noticed.

I turn the button again.

We're almost at the highest setting when he finally screams out the words I wanted to hear.

"STOP!"

Al pulls the leads back ever so slightly, never breaking the staring contest he has going on with Garcia's face. He allows Garcia one inhale, before pressing the leads against his stomach for a nice boost of energy once again. He screams again, but says nothing.

The rage inside of me has reached such amplitudes, I can't hold myself back. I walk up to him, snatching the cables from Al's hands and shoving them into Garcia's torso.

The screaming goes on for another ten seconds, before I pull away just enough to ask me if he's had enough. This is gonna keep going for as long as he refuses to talk.

That's when Adam bursts through the door, Antonio hot on his heels.

"Desert" he blurts out in between gasps, making me pull back the tiniest bit, so I can make sure I heard him correct. "The GPS connected. He's in the desert."

Oh my god.

Both Al and I freeze for just enough time for Garcia to compose himself enough for another smart-ass comment.

"You're never going to find him. He's a dead man."

I gotta say, the comment is almost exactly what came across my mind. Jay's been missing for most of yesterday. Garcia probably didn't snatch him in the middle of the day and it's currently nine in the morning. That puts us at about 30 hours since Jay was taken. Which isn't great. And the fact that he's in the desert means he's in trouble. But the fact that he managed to connect the GPS signal tells me he's awake and aware enough to survive a few more hours. He has to be.

"No, he isn't" I growl, bending over so that my face is so close to Garcia's that we're actually breathing the same air. "You don't know my detective. He's not dead." I pause. "But you are."

This time, nothing's holding me back from pinning the leads directly to his skin and leaving the battery on the highest setting.

I walk away, already fishing in my pockets to find my phone.

As the door closes, the screams are barely audible.

The phone rings twice before the call is connected.

"We got him."

Will's P.O.V.

Undeniably the sweetest words I've heard in a while.

I want to say something, but the words just don't leave my mouth.

The fear and horror are still there.

And they will be, until I see him. See that he's okay.

"He's in the desert" Voight adds, making my heart clench. That's not my definition of 'we got him'. I'd call that 'we might know where he is, but can't actually be sure'. "Listen to me, Will. He connected the GPS tracker. He's alive. We just have to keep it that way. Grab everything you might need. I'll pick you up in 10."

"Okay."

It's all I can say.

My mind is overflown with so many questions, but I can't let them overrule me. I have to focus. For Jay.

Maggie, who was standing right beside me, eavesdropping to the whole conversation, is already grabbing supplies to throw in my medical bag, while I stand frozen in place.

Exactly seven minutes later, I'm standing in front of the ER entrance, shaking.

Chicago is known as the windy city, but it's also a rather cold city. Normally. Not this summer though. This summer has been incredibly hot. The temperatures have actually set some new records, which is rare.

Today is one of those boiling days.

Not s cloud in the sky.

I've been standing in the shadow for less than a minute, and I'm already sweating.

And Jay's in the desert, where he's been for more than 30 hours. Fighting for his life.

I glance down at the two bags in my hands. One of them is filled with the regular medical equipment, used for any sort of search and rescue emergency. The other one contains cold IV bags, compresses and water bottles.

Thankfully, Maggie was s bit more calm and collected than me.

"Get in!" Voight yells through the window, startling me out of my thoughts.

Don't ask me, when he pulled up, because I really couldn't tell you. I almost rip the door open, throw the bags inside, before getting in myself.

I'm coming, Jay. I'm coming.

To be continued…

Yes, I am well aware of the fact, that this is close to impossible in Illinois, especially in Chicago, since there are no deserts or anything like that, but hey, it's FanFiction and I wanted a desert, so let there be desert. Thank you.

It's not even close to being one of my longer chapters, but it's a start. I hope it's better than nothing... I have some of the next part written, so if all goes to plan, it shouldn't take me ten years to post it.

As always, thank you for reading. I hope you liked it, please review if you have the time and I will see you next time.

Love, N