Happy BeMeanToJayDay!
No Al, Antonio or Erin. Jay and Hailey are best friends and are almost, unknowingly scratching the surface of their growing feelings for each other.
TW for attempted rape.
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A blow to his forehead snapped his head back then bounced it forward to his chest. Two more punches whipped his head from side to side, but he still held on to consciousness, he still yanked on the restraints. He was desperate to stay awake for Hailey. Growling in frustration, he ignored the pain in his wrists and struggled even harder against the bloody zip ties until one last punch to his jaw slammed him into unconsciousness, leaving Hailey alone with two of the men that grabbed them.
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A bruising kiss was smashed onto her lips sending cockroaches skittering in her stomach and up her throat. She clamped her mouth shut against the violent trespass and received a hard slap with the power of a fist for it. Her head was thrown to the right and she saw one of the other men looming over Jay. Her partner was unconscious and zip tied to a chair with blood rolling down his face. He looked dead. Then a punch to her right temple had her teetering on the edge of unconsciousness
Her jeans being unbuttoned and yanked down to her hips hit her like a bucket of cold water. She slapped out, punched, bucked against the hands but she was weak, disorientated. She finally made contact and heard a grunt of pain but then another blow landed, her arms dropped and she stilled. Tears mixed with the blood on her face as her shirt and bra were ripped open but her fight was reduced to nothing more than a whimper.
Sound turned off and was replaced by static. Another tug on her jeans, her panties sliding with them this time and she felt the sob in her body, in her head…but then the hands flew away and real or hopeful gunfire somewhere in the distance seeped through the static and she passed out.
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Excruciating pain bouncing around in Jay's head was what woke him, or maybe it was the grunt somewhere in front of him. He lifted his chin and his blurry eyes where drawn to the sound. His view was partially obscured by the man standing with his back to him, but in the dimness of the room he was still able to see the lower half of Hailey and the other man yanking on her jeans.
Something in him snapped. The pain he'd been feeling a moment ago vanished as adrenaline stormed his body. He broke through the thick zip ties on his bare wrists and launched himself at the man in front of him. Grabbing the asshole by the hair and back of the neck, Jay yanked him back, twisted and slammed his face into the arm of the chair.
It felt like his mind was a step or two behind his actions and he was living in the replay of what he did. He was already throwing himself at Hailey's attacker when it registered that it was the guy's face he just shattered, not the arm of the chair.
Fueled by rage, the brutal tackle drove them both into the brick wall and away from Hailey. The perp's head hit at an angle that snapped his neck, while Jay's slammed into the hard plane of the asshole's chin, then continued into the rough surface of the wall. They landed in a heap, one dead, one desperately holding onto consciousness.
The pain in his head was back with a vengeance but his confused and chaotic thoughts for Hailey overrode the discomfort. He tried to stand, hands grappling on the dirty red brick for support, but fell to the floor again when the wall spun away from him. With a groan he clumsily got to his hands and knees, stared at the oily dirt floor a moment to get his bearings then crawled to his best friend.
He reached her side and moaned out an anguished, "Hailey…I'm so sorry Hailey. I'm so sorry."
In his addled state, his hands hovered, he didn't know what to do first. He touched her neck and feeling the steady beat of her heart, sucked in a relieved breath. She was alive. His hands shook as he pulled her shirt together, eyes closed, not looking. He tried to pull her pants up but his hands were shaking so bad he couldn't do it, that's when the tears started.
He touched her face and could barely choke out her name, "Hailey…"
It was at that moment Voight and Kevin crashed through the door, but he didn't register their arrival.
Voight quickly crouched down beside Jay and took Hailey's pulse, relieved to find one - she was covered in blood.
Kevin felt for the asshole's pulses, "Both dead Boss."
"Get the medics in here."
Kevin waved in the medics and left to work the scene with the others, internally sighing in relief that they found them and they were alive…and given the state of Hailey's incomplete undress, Jay was able to stop them from going further.
Voight turned his attention to Jay. He looked terrible. Bruises were starting to form on his chin and cheek and around his eye. Blood was dripping from his lip and smeared under his nose, and the bloody scrape and already dark bruise on his forehead told him probable concussion. Adrenaline was probably the only thing keeping him conscious.
The kid hadn't even realized he was there. His sole focus was on his partner and he sounded absolutely broken. He held Hailey's hand repeating over and over he was sorry, oblivious to the pink tears streaming down his bloody face.
"Jay…"
Voight adjusted his position, got himself in Jay's line of sight and squeezed his bicep.
"Jay. Hey, look at me kid."
He pulled his eyes away from Hailey, confused to find his boss by his side.
"Medics are here Jay. Let them look at her."
Dazed eyes glanced at Sylvie then back to Hailey, "I can't leave her…I can't…"
Sylvie's voice was calm and confident, but urgent, "I got her Jay. I promise I'll take good care of her."
Voight quickly made space, helping his detective stand then steading him when he swayed.
His words were stuttered and gasping when the need for air fought with the need to talk, "I…she was…I came to and he…"
"It's okay kid. They'll take care of her."
They immediately searched for the source of the blood. Sylvie was opening her shirt to look for the wound when Jay moved forward and fell back to his knees to stop her.
"NO! You can't do that. She...you'll scare her..." he turned and looked up at Voight, "…Sarge, no…she'll be scared."
Hank crouched down and wrapped his arm around Jay's chest, gently pulling him up and back, "Ya gotta step back kid. She's bleeding. They need to check her. Come on."
When he didn't move Hank was more forceful, "HALSTEAD! Move back. Now."
That seemed to startle Jay out of his fear and he allowed Hank to help him move back. Hailey was hurt, bleeding, all that blood, they need to save her.
"Please Sylvie…don't let her die…please."
Sylvie nodded to Voight and went back to checking Hailey. Her chest, shoulders, neck all clear.
She sat back on her heels while Gianna continued with vitals and an IV.
"I'm not finding any wounds. It's not her blood."
Seeing drops of blood on the man laying in a heap against the wall, but nothing to account for the amount of blood on Hailey, she turned around to look at the man by the chair. He was a bloody mess, but there was no way the blood was his, he was more than likely dead before he hit the floor given the state of his face.
Her focus moved to Jay. He had blood dripping from his lips, his scraped forehead and blood smeared under his nose. Her eyes traveled down his body clocking the wet drops of blood scattered on his dark jeans and hoody. Then she saw the blood running down his hands in rivulets. She jumped up immediately, letting Gianna handle Hailey, and rushed to Jay.
"Jay!" She went to grab his forearm and he stumbled away from her.
"No! What…no! Help Hailey!"
Hank caught him before he could fall.
"Christ Jay!"
Jay knocked his hand away, "NO! HELP HAILEY!"
Screeching for Hailey doing him no favors, Jay lifted a shaking hand to his exploding head giving them a clear view of his torn up wrist, then swayed and tipped to the side. Hank wasn't able to catch him this time, barely easing his fall as he landed hard with a grunt. Holding his boss's arm, he was able to raise himself up onto one elbow, scraping his wrist along the floor in the process. He didn't react to the pain that would have caused, not even a wince, he was too busy trying to get his eyes back on Hailey.
"Kid…"
Sylvie crouched in front of him, "Jay, I need you to lay down. Lay down for me." When he refused, she scooted to the side, so he could see around her to Hailey.
Her tone was urgent. He was losing too much blood. "Jay...Gianna's got Hailey…it's not her blood. Let me look at your wrists."
He didn't take his eyes off his partner and seemed to go into his own little world, a bubble where only Hailey being cared for existed, and because of that, they were finally able to push him onto his back so he could be treated.
Hank and Sylvie made eye contact and she handed him a pressure bandage to stem the flow of blood from the arm he was holding.
She took his left wrist and turned it over, hissing when she saw the damage. Jay didn't even flinch.
"Shit…these are bad."
Voight didn't hear Sylvie's exclamation because he was making one of his own.
"Shit…" he looked at her with a sickened cringe on his face, "…I think…I think, Christ, his bones are moving. The gashes…and I think his wrist is broken."
"Hold on…Light pressure for now. Be right there."
Looking over Sylvie's shoulder, Hank saw the broken and bloody zip ties laying by the chair, dots of blood littering the ground.
He looked at the kid laying on the floor in front of him and shook his head in dismay, then pointed with his chin to the area, "Zip ties."
Her head jerked around for a second to see what Hank was looking at, then focused back on Jay.
"How is that even…" she forced the 'holy shit' of Jay breaking through the thick plastic to the back of her mind, and focused on the task at hand, "…some of the cuts go almost all the way around…twisting and pulling…the deepest gouges are on the side of his wrist…he's loosing too much blood."
The whole time she was talking, she was treating Jay. Rinsing the dirty wrist that had just hit the floor with a saline solution, then applying a new pressure bandage.
"Switch."
They traded places, Voight holding the already bandaged arm so it wouldn't fall onto the dirty floor, while Sylvie took a look at his right wrist. It was definitely in worse shape with the added cut on top of his hand, running from his wrist to his pinky finger, and the break.
"Definitely broken…dislocated…gouges on the wrist are deeper, the one on top of his hand is deep…all of this…I'm thinking more than likely from the actual moment he broke free…"
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Hailey's head tilted toward the voices but she didn't open her eyes, "Hailey…Hailey…come on girl. Wake up for me."
She moaned in response to Gianna's request, fluttered open her eyes but didn't come all the way to the surface.
Hearing Hailey moan sent another surge of adrenaline through Jay and scrambled to his feet and clumsily bolted away from the helping hands. His world was clouded by tears but he blinked them away and stumbled the few steps to his partner collapsing to his knees beside her.
"Hailey…" he reached for her hand, oblivious to the pain that movement should have caused him, "…I'm so sorry…" a sob escaped his lips, "…I couldn't…I'm so sorry…"
Voight crouched next to his detective, put a hand on his cheek and turned his face to him, "Jay…Jay…"
The kid was beside himself. Concussed and traumatized, Jay was so locked in a world of despair, he didn't realize Hailey hadn't been raped. Didn't remember that he stopped it from happening. Only seemed to remember what was about to happen and his fear and overall sense of failure filled in the blanks from there.
"JAY! Look at me…"
He focused on Voight for just a moment, clarity touching his eyes, "Voight…"
"Ya Jay…You're going to…"
That moment of clarity vanished as quickly as it came, stolen by pain and adrenaline riddled anxiety. Jay sagged against him but this time he was able to gently guide him to the floor, one hand at the back of his neck, the other around his waist.
"I got ya kid. I got ya."
Staring up at his boss, his slurred words were dripping with anguish, "I tried to…I couldn't stop it…I didn't…"
He hated that he couldn't ease Jay's thoughts before he passed out, hated that the kid's last thoughts were of his perceived failure to save Hailey from being raped.
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