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Chicago PD Masterlist

Requests

Becca (Halstead sister) sees her father die

Halstead daughter (Y/N) has her period for the first time

One Sick Night (Jay Halstead x Daughter)

Halstead Sister

Big Brothers' Reunion Goes Worng

Can I do an Experiment?

A Day Full of Emotions

The Funeral

Cool Girl

October 1st and Traditions Gone Worng

Several Missed Calls and a Sprained Ankle

Absolution and Mercy (7x9-7x10)

Marigolds: A Day of the Dead Story

In trouble

Music Fest

One of those days

Monday Chaos

The Weight Station (S2x03)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

The Fragile Bonds

Part 1 Part 3 Part 5 Part 7

Part 2 Part 4 Part 6

Upstead Daughter

Swearing Jar

When your Parents are Detectives you Gotta try Harder

Jay Halstead x Reader

How Many Detectives Are Needed To Sleep A Baby?

"My Daddy has to Fight Some Bad Guys"

Exciting

The Sandman

Child Of Dreams

Part 1

Part 2

In Dream had a Teenage Kid

The Pitt

Code: Family

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Omg I loved you Jack abbot daughters story so much!!!! Could you do another one where his daughter gets hurt at home (he was home and not at work when it happened) and he checks her over and gets her cleaned up?

First of all, thank you very much. I’m glad you liked it! 🥹

And YEEEEES! I am so very excited for this one! I’m working on it and I’ll let you know when it’s posted :) thank you very much for your request! 💕

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THE PITT 2.15

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Code: Family || Jack Abbot and daughters

Summary: Nora drives her very sick sister Sadie to a crowded ER after she develops severe throat swelling and loses her voice, while their father, Jack Abbott, is stuck in surgery, leaving Nora to handle the emergency alone as she struggles with fear linked to their mother’s fatal car accident.

Let me know if you want more Abbott + daughters stories 🙂‍↕️

The waiting room of Pittsburgh Trauma Center was already overflowing when the doors slid open. It was almost time for the day shift to end, but some doctors from the night shift were already clocking in, getting ready to start the night.

Phones ringing. Stretchers moving. Someone from inside yelling for respiratory. It was a mess.

And right in the middle of the chaos, a teenager appeared clutching her little sister's shoulders hard enough to keep her upright. Nora, the middle sister, tightened her grip around Sadie’s shoulders as they moved through the crowded waiting room. 

There were too many sick people around, too many strangers, too many angry voices. To say they were scared was an understatement.

After a long wait in line, they finally got to the receptionist, an unfamiliar woman whose badge identified her as Lupe.

"Hi... um..." the teen said shyly. "My sister can't talk."

The girl beside her looked awful. Her watery eyes showed how scared she was and how bad she felt. Every swallow visibly hurt.

"She lost her voice."

The receptionist immediately straightened to get a better look at her.

"How old is she?"

"Ten."

But her sister gave her a soft punch, and the older girl corrected herself.

"I'm sorry, she just turned eleven." And in a quick change of tone, she added, as if it were life-or-death information to share, "Oh, she had a sore throat earlier."

"Okay, okay. Deep breath for me."

The younger girl suddenly coughed hard into her sleeve and whimpered soundlessly afterward. That got attention fast.

"All right, don’t worry. I'll let you in. Where are your parents, honey?" she asked the older sister.

"I drove her here. I have a license, it's not a crime."

"It's okay, honey. You did good bringing her in. You are not in trouble, but I do need to contact your parents. Can you help me with that?"

Nora hesitated, but the youngest girl whispered hoarsely: "Our dad works here."

"Oh, really? Who is he?"

"Jack Abbott. Dr. Abbott, I guess," the eldest answered simply.

“Oh,” Lupe said, clearly caught off guard. She glanced instinctively toward the hallway behind the desk.

The older girl shifted awkwardly under the silence. “Is everything okay?”

“Yes, sweetheart,” Lupe answered quickly. “ I’m just not sure if your dad has clocked in yet.”

The younger sister coughed again into her sleeve, shoulders hunching immediately afterward from the pain it caused. Up close, she looked even worse, feverish and exhausted. That alone made Lupe move faster.

“Okay, let me get her checked in.”

The little girl opened her mouth automatically, then winced when nothing came out.

Dr. Langdon happened to be passing by when Lupe caught him.

“Langdon. Can you take this?”

He nodded without really knowing what he was taking.

“You’re going through that door,” she said, guiding the girls.

The waiting room suddenly erupted behind them when somebody near the entrance started shouting about how long they’d been waiting. Security moved in immediately, voices rising over each other.

“You’ll hear a buzz and...”

“I know,” the oldest said softly, guiding her sister through the doors, feeling slightly safer already.

“What’ve we got?”

“Loss of voice, throat swelling,” Lupe summarized, then added in a whisper, “Dr. Abbott’s daughters.”

The doctor blinked. “Abbott has kids?”

“Apparently,” Lupe muttered.

Langdon crouched in front of the younger girl with practiced ease.

“Hey there.”

She stared at him miserably as he guided them inside.

“You think you can open your mouth for me?” the doctor asked once she was sitting in triage. “Say ‘aaaaaaah,’ please.”

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.”

Langdon’s expression shifted. No panic, just medical concern. Her tonsils were massively swollen, angry red.

“Okay,” he said calmly. “That looks pretty painful, hm?”

The older sister’s face crumpled instantly at the confirmation.

“Is she going to be okay?”

Langdon glanced between the terrified teenager and the sick child practically leaning into her side for support.

“Has she had any fever today?”

“I don’t really know,” the other girl admitted. “Dad left earlier for an emergency, and I didn’t want to bother him, and then she stopped talking and...”

“Hey.” His tone softened immediately. “You did the right thing bringing her here.”

The sick sister suddenly made a strained choking noise trying to swallow saliva. Langdon’s attention snapped back to her.

“Have you had chills? Felt cold during the day?”

“The school nurse gave her ibuprofen. That’s all I know.”

“Okay. Did it help?” He shifted his attention between the sisters.

She gave a tiny shrug that meant more or less.

“Any allergies?”

The older sister answered automatically, and Langdon studied her for another second. Dark circles under her eyes. Hair thrown into a rushed ponytail. Hands still trembling from adrenaline.

The kid was terrified.

“All right,” he said, standing up. “We’re gonna move you back faster, okay?”

The older sister blinked. “Really?”

Not even during shift change did ER doctors ignore airway swelling in a child.

At that moment, a familiar voice distracted the girls.

“Sadie? Nora? What are you two doing here, sweetpeas?”

It was Dana.

“She can’t talk,” Nora said immediately, her voice cracking with relief at seeing someone familiar.

Dana noticed and hugged her shoulder gently.

“I heard that. Must be scary, but nothing Dr. Langdon can’t fix, right?” she added, glancing toward him.

“Of course,” Langdon answered easily. “Nothing to worry about. I was about to admit her.”

“So, your dad’s tied up in a trauma right now, but I’ll let him know you’re here and being taken care of, okay?”

The two Abbott girls nodded.

“Dr. Langdon’s gonna take good care of your sister, and I’ll be right here if you need anything.”

“Yes. Thank you,” Nora answered, feeling calmer now.

“Take her to Peds,” Dana told Langdon. “She’ll be more comfortable there.”

He nodded obediently.

“And I’ll tell the dad,” she muttered to herself while walking toward Trauma Two.

Dana found Abbott in the middle of controlled chaos.

Monitors screamed steadily in the background while nurses rushed around the room at impossible speed. Robby stood across from Abbott, both focused entirely on the patient between them.

“Pressure’s dropping again,” Robby warned.

“I know. Clamp,” Abbott answered immediately, extending his hand without looking away from the surgical field.

A nurse placed the instrument into his palm instantly.

Dana stepped carefully closer.

“Jack.”

“Hmm?” he answered automatically, still working.

“Don’t freak out. Your girls are here.”

That got his attention immediately. His eyes snapped toward her over his mask.

“What happened?”

“Sadie came into the ER with fever and severe throat swelling. She lost her voice. Langdon’s already with her.”

Abbott’s entire posture tightened.

“Airway?”

“Stable,” Dana reassured quickly. “He thinks tonsillitis. Maybe strep.”

“How bad’s the swelling?”

“Pretty bad, honestly. But she’s breathing okay.”

“Okay. Who brought her in?”

Dana blinked once, like the answer still surprised her.

“Nora.”

That finally made Abbott pause.

“Nora drove her here!?”

“Apparently.”

For half a second, real emotion cracked through the trauma surgeon composure.

“Claire?” he asked quietly, instinctively asking for the oldest daughter who was supposed to be home with them.

“Nora said she thinks she’s at the library studying, but couldn’t communicate with her.”

Then another monitor alarm sounded sharply beside him.

Robby didn’t even glance up. “We’re not done here yet.”

Abbott looked back at the patient automatically. Too unstable. Too much blood. No way he could walk out now.

He hated it immediately.

“Okay, they’re just fine right now?” he asked, forcing himself to focus again.

Dana nodded lightly, though the hesitation behind it still unsettled him.

Because if Nora had driven Sadie to the ER alone, things had scared her badly enough to override the fear of driving she’d carried ever since the accident that took their mother from them.

Abbott exhaled slowly through his nose and forced himself back into motion.

“Keep me updated.”

“I will.”

Dana started backing toward the door before he stopped her again.

“Dana.”

She looked back.

“Was Nora scared?”

Dana softened slightly.

“Oh, terrified.”

The answer landed somewhere deep inside him, but another alarm cut through the room before he could say anything else.

And just like that, the father disappeared beneath the trauma surgeon again, his hands moving automatically while his thoughts stayed somewhere down in Peds.

As soon as Dr. Shen was able to jump into Abbott’s place, he went looking for his girls.

“Peds,” Dana said as soon as she spotted him. “Do you want me to contact Claire for you?”

Jack simply nodded without breaking stride, already worrying about his oldest daughter too.

When he entered the room, Dr. Langdon was checking Sadie, who sat curled up on the hospital bed with a pulse oximeter clipped to her finger while a blood pressure cuff squeezed her arm every few seconds. Nora hovered protectively beside her chair.

Langdon had a tongue depressor in one hand and a flashlight in the other.

“Okay, one more time for me. Big ‘aaaaah.’”

Then she looked toward the doorway. Her shoulders dropped the second she saw her father standing there.

Like she had been holding herself together the entire time and finally didn’t have to anymore.

“Hey, bug,” he said softly, from his place, forcing a small smile despite the worry underneath it. He didn’t want his girls noticing how worried he actually was.

The little girl’s watery eyes filled immediately, and she started crying silently the second he reached her bedside.

That almost wrecked him on the spot.

Langdon gestured him over.

As Nora stood beside her sister’s bed, Abbott stayed close to her too, automatically rubbing her shoulder.

“Are you okay?” he whispered.

She immediately hid her face against his side.

“She lost her voice?” Abbott asked quietly.

“Mostly from swelling,” Langdon confirmed. “Temp’s high too. That wasn’t a problem when she arrived.”

Abbott nodded once, physician brain taking over despite the panic underneath.

“She’s stable, and she should be alright,” Langdon continued, knowing that was the only thing Abbott truly cared about hearing right now. “Oxygen’s good. Breathing’s clear. She had one moment where it got harder for her to breathe, but I think panic made it worse.”

Jack finally exhaled.

“We’re running a rapid strep now. I already ordered steroids for the swelling and fluids because she’s pretty dehydrated.”

But then Nora spoke again, voice breaking.

“She hasn’t really been able to swallow.”

Abbott’s eyes flicked immediately toward his older daughter.

“You should’ve called me.”

Nora looked guilty instantly.

“I didn’t want to bother you during work. I’m sorry.”

Abbott looked at her like the apology itself made no sense.

“For what?”

“I should’ve brought her sooner.”

The exhaustion disappeared from his expression immediately.

“No,” he said firmly. “You brought her when you realized she needed help.”

“But...”

“You did exactly what you were supposed to do.”

The girl looked about two seconds away from collapsing herself.

Langdon gave Nora a long look, like he could practically see the adrenaline keeping her upright.

Before he could say anything, the door opened and Dana slipped inside carrying two hospital blankets.

Langdon stepped closer with a tablet in hand just as a nurse entered to adjust the IV fluids.

“Rapid strep came back positive,” he explained. “Which honestly is the better option here.”

Nora blinked. “Better?”

“Very treatable,” Abbott reassured.

“Her tonsils are angry," Dr. Langdon continued. "But the steroids should start bringing the swelling down soon. Antibiotics, fluids, rest. She’s gonna feel pretty bad tonight, but she should improve fast.”

Sadie made a tiny unhappy sound and leaned harder into his side when the nurse touched the IV line.

“I know, bug,” her dad murmured, rubbing her shoulder carefully with one hand while keeping Nora tucked against his other side. “I know.”

The nurse finished adjusting everything and smiled sympathetically as Dana unfolded one of the blankets and tossed it toward Nora.

The teenager caught it automatically.

“You look freezing,” Dana said.

The door cracked open quietly behind them one more time.

Robby leaned inside still wearing scrubs from trauma.

“Hey,” he said softly.

Abbott looked up immediately. “What happened?”

“Relax,” Robby answered. “Nobody’s crashing for at least five minutes.”

Dana snorted quietly.

Robby’s eyes moved toward Sadie curled against Abbott’s side.

“How’s she doing?”

“Strep,” Langdon answered. “Looks worse than it is.”

“Good.”

Then Robby looked back at Abbott.

“Shen’s covering Trauma Two. I’ll handle the board for a while.”

Abbott frowned automatically. “Robby—”

“Jack,” Robby interrupted gently. “Stay with your girls.”

Silence settled for half a second.

Then Abbott nodded once.

“Thanks.”

Robby shrugged lightly before glancing toward Nora.

"Hey, you,” Robby said with a small smile. “You picked a hell of a night to visit.”

That finally earned a tiny exhausted smile from the teen.

Only then did Abbott really look at his older daughter.

Not just glance at her. Actually look.

She was still in school clothes:  Pale, shaking, completely drained.

Langdon looked between the sisters and then toward Abbott.

“I think your youngest is gonna be okay,” he said carefully. “But your oldest might pass out from stress before she does.”

A tiny laugh escaped Dana.

Even Abbott let out a tired breath through his nose.

Nora looked embarrassed instantly. “I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not,” Abbott said gently. “Doctor’s right.”

And somehow that almost seemed worse.

Because the second somebody finally said it out loud, Nora’s face crumpled. Not dramatically, just exhaustion finally winning.

“I got scared,” she admitted quietly.

Abbott didn’t hesitate.

He reached over immediately, pulling her fully against his side while Sadie stayed tucked against the other.

“You did good,” he said firmly. “You hear me? You did everything right.”

And for the first time since walking into the ER alone, Nora finally let herself stop being the adult in the room.

“I’ll call your sister so you can go home with her.”

“I don’t want to go with Claire,” Nora whispered. “I want to stay here with you and Sadie.”

Abbott looked down at Nora for another long second.

She was still clinging weakly to his side, exhaustion practically radiating off her now that the adrenaline had finally burned out.

“I’ll just sit here.”

“That’s not happening.”

“I don’t wanna leave Sadie.”

“You’re not leaving her,” Abbott reassured softly. “I’m staying.”

Jack and Dana exchanged a look, and he instantly understood there had still been no luck reaching Claire.

Nora noticed her sister had fallen asleep.

Before she could protest again, Dana pointed toward the hallway with her coffee cup.

“Take her to the lounge before she passes out in my department.”

Even Langdon nodded in agreement.

“C’mon.”

Nora followed reluctantly, still wrapped in the hospital blanket Dana had given her.

The doctors’ lounge was quieter than the rest of the ER. Dimmer lights. Half-finished coffees abandoned near computer stations.

Abbott guided Nora toward the couch tucked against the wall.

“Sit.”

“I’m not five.”

“Could’ve fooled me twenty minutes ago.”

That earned the tiniest exhausted huff of laughter from her.

Good. Still functioning.

Even as she sat down, it was obvious she wasn’t fully there anymore. Her movements were slower, delayed, like her body was starting to shut down now that the adrenaline was gone.

Abbott disappeared briefly toward the vending machines and came back with crackers and a sports drink.

She stared at them and rolled her eyes weakly but obeyed, pulling the blanket tighter around herself while Abbott sat beside her for the first time all night without rushing somewhere else.

The silence between them felt different now.

Not panicked anymore. Just tired.

“She really scared me,” Nora admitted quietly after a while, staring down at the unopened crackers in her lap. “She couldn’t breathe right for a second and then she stopped talking and I didn’t know what to do.”

Abbott’s expression softened immediately. He stayed silent, sensing there was something else his daughter wanted to say.

“It took me a long time to bring her because I didn’t want to drive. I tried, but I just… couldn’t until she got worse.” Nora swallowed hard, her eyes fixed down.

“I kept thinking maybe I was overreacting.”

“You weren’t.” 

“What if I waited too long?”

“You didn’t.”

The answer came so quickly that Nora finally looked up at him.

“You recognized something was wrong. You stayed calm enough to get her here safely. You answered every question they asked you. That’s exactly what you were supposed to do.”

Nora stared at him silently for a second.

Then, very quietly:

“I hated driving here.”

That almost made him smile, though it was laced with sadness.

“Yeah,” Abbott admitted softly. “I figured.” “I kept thinking about Mom.”

Dr. Abbott simply nodded, understanding more than he could put into words.

The exhaustion was hitting her harder now. He could practically watch it happening in real time.

Her sentences started coming slower, like she had to think before answering.

Her blinking slowed.

Her shoulders slumped farther into the couch.

The sports drink stayed untouched in her hands.

“Nora.”

“Hm?”

“Drink.”

She obeyed automatically without even opening her eyes all the way.

Abbott watched her for another second before glancing down at his phone, trying once more to reach Claire, a quiet edge of desperation building as his messages still wouldn’t go through.

A few minutes later, he realized the room had gone completely quiet.

He looked over. Nora was asleep.

Abbott’s face softened instantly. He knew better than anyone how anxious she could be ever since her mother's accident. Hospitals, emergencies, even the sound of monitors sometimes still put her on edge.

And yet she had driven her little sister to the ER alone, answered every question they asked her, and held herself together for hours because somebody had needed her to. She was brave.

But seeing her asleep like that now, all he could see was a little girl again, one who never should’ve had to go through any of this by herself.

The lounge door opened quietly.

Claire rushed inside still carrying her backpack, hair messy from running her hands through it too many times.

“Dad...”

Abbott looked up immediately.

“My phone was off,” Claire blurted out before he could say anything, already wincing at her own words.“I was studying on campus and I didn’t see Nora’s texts or yours until Dana found me.”

Her eyes immediately landed on Nora asleep on the couch.

“Oh my God.”

Guilt hit her face instantly.

“She had to drive herself?” Claire asked quietly, understanding the meaning of it.

Abbott rubbed a tired hand over his jaw.

“She’s okay. Sadie’s okay,” he reassured first.

“What happened?”

“Strep. Bad swelling, but she’ll be fine.”

Claire visibly exhaled in relief.

“She’s sleeping right now.”

Then she looked back at Nora.

“She shouldn’t have done this alone.”

“No,” Abbott agreed quietly. “She shouldn’t have.”

Claire looked miserable.

“I’m sorry.”

Abbott studied his oldest daughter for a long second.

He could yell.

Tell her she should’ve answered. Should’ve checked her phone. Should’ve been home. But she already knew all of that. The thought still sat heavy in his chest, worry for her lingering underneath everything else.

“Next time,” he said tiredly, “keep your phone on. I was worried about you.”

Claire nodded immediately.

“I will. Promise.”

"We'll talk at home."

Behind them, Nora shifted slightly against the couch cushions but didn’t wake up.

Claire’s expression softened.

“She completely crashed, huh?”

“She’s been running on adrenaline for hours.”

Claire carefully stepped closer and crouched beside the couch.

“Nora,” she whispered gently.

No response.

“Nora.”

A tiny groan.

Claire smiled faintly despite herself.

“C’mon. We’re going home.”

Nora barely opened her eyes.

“I don’t wanna.”

“You’re literally asleep sitting up.”

“She’s exaggerating,” Nora mumbled toward Abbott without lifting her head.

Their dad snorted softly: “Get up, drama queen.”

Claire pulled the blanket tighter around Nora’s shoulders while helping her stand.

Half asleep, Nora instinctively leaned against her older sister the second she was upright.

And just like that, the balance shifted back into place.

Claire taking care of Nora, Abbott staying with Sadie.

Before they reached the door, Nora looked back blearily:

“Call me if she gets worse.”

Abbott’s expression softened immediately.

“I will.”

Claire adjusted her grip around her sister’s shoulders.

“Bye, Dad.”

“Drive safe.”

Nora jolted fully awake at that, a flicker of fear crossing her face.

“I’m driving, silly” Claire answered instantly.

“Good,” Nora muttered.

Dr. Abbott watched them until they finally disappeared down the hallway together, before the trauma pager at his waist vibrated again.

And just like that, the father had to become the trauma surgeon one more time.

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The Fragile Bonds Part 7 || Jay and Will Halstead x Halstead Sister

Summary: After their father's death, Becca moved in with Jay. This is the first time the detective brother has to go undercover since his sister has been under his full care, creating a challenging situation for both. Reluctantly, Becca will have to live with Will and his family during those days, even though she doesn't feel very welcome in that household.

Note: I am so sorry. I have lots of messages from you asking me about this fic. I'm back! And I'm here to finish it :) I hope you like it! Enjoy!

Part 1 Part 4 Part 2 Part 5 Part 3 Part 6

The streets lost their peace as soon as the Intelligence Unit arrived, their sirens breaking the silence. Blue and red lights from their cars filtered into the houses of the neighborhood. The peaceful night was over.

The signal from the phone led them to the park where Becca had stopped hours before, where she realized she was lost.

Soon enough, the park filled with detectives trying to find any clue about Becca’s whereabouts.

“Becca!” Jay shouted. “Beccs, it’s me!”

It was obvious she wasn’t in the park, but there wasn’t any physical evidence that she had been there either.

“There’s a chance the phone is still here,” Kevin said as they moved around the park.

Still calling his sister’s name, Jay started checking the trash cans alongside Olinsky. Meanwhile, Hailey moved deeper into the park, sweeping her light across the ground, hoping to find a trace, though at the same time afraid of what she might actually discover.

On the other side, Kim Burgess searched for any CCTV or Ring camera that could lead them to little Halstead. Makayla was on her mind. Having gone through something similar herself, she could feel Jay’s desperation, his sense of losing control.

It hit too close.

She remembered the fear. The waiting. The uncertainty. The way every second stretched into something unbearable. She knew exactly what it meant to be on the other side of this and she wasn’t going to let Jay go through that if there was anything she could do to stop it.

She could see it in Jay’s eyes, he couldn’t hide it. The fear was there, in his voice, in the way he moved, in the edge he couldn’t quite control. And she remembered how he had done everything to find Makayla.

For a brief second, the worst-case scenario crossed her mind, uninvited and unwanted. Her jaw tightened.

Not tonight.

Jay wasn’t going to lose Becca. They weren’t going to lose Becca.

Her eyes scanned every house more carefully now, more urgently. A porch light. A camera. A shadow moving behind a curtain, anything that could give them something to work with.

They were going to find her. And they were going to find her safe.

Within seconds, another patrol car arrived on the scene.

“We’ve got nothing on the sex offenders, but there will be a patrol checking on them,” Adam reported. “What do you have?”

“Nothing,” Burgess replied quickly. “No trace of her… yet.”

They didn’t need to say it out loud to understand what they were both thinking, having gone through the same kind of fear together.

Burgess spotted a house facing the park, a small camera mounted above the front door.

“But we’ll hopefully get something soon.”

She hurried up the walkway and knocked firmly. “Chicago P.D., open up, please!”

A few seconds, though they felt like minutes, passed before the porch light flicked on.

The lights of the next house turned on as well, and a woman stepped out onto her porch, hugging a robe around herself. She looked around, confused by the number of officers in the park.

“What’s going on?” she asked raising her voice to be heard.

Without hesitation, Adam walked toward her, pulling up a picture on his phone.

“We’re searching for a missing girl” he said calmly. “This is the last place we were able to trace her. Have you seen her, ma’am?”

He held up the screen, showing Becca’s picture.

“I’m sorry, no,” she said, her voice tinged with worry. “But an elderly man lives in that house. I don’t think he has anything to do with it… do you?”

“We’re just trying to get any footage that might help us find her. Do you have a Ring camera or any other security system facing the street?”

“Oh, absolutely,” the woman said.

Adam nodded and followed her inside, casting a quick glance toward Burgess, who was still knocking on the neighboring door.

The door opened slightly for Kim, an older man peeking out, confused and uneasy.

“Can I help you?” He said with a shaky voice. 

“Sorry to bother you at this hour, sir. Detective Burgess, Intelligence Unit,” Kim said, flashing her badge. “We’re looking for a missing girl. I noticed you have a camera facing the street, we need to see the footage.”

The man hesitated, glancing past her toward the flashing lights down the block.

“Uh… okay. Do you have a warrant?”

“Sir, you’re not in trouble, and I’m not accusing you of any crime. We have a missing juvenile,” she replied, steady but urgent. “Time matters in cases like this. If your camera caught anything tonight, it could help us find her and bring her back to her family sooner.”

The man looked toward his neighbor and noticed she was also talking to a cop, then nodded.

“Yeah, yeah, you can check it. Come in. My son installed it for me, I just don’t know how it works.”

“Thank you,” Burgess said, already stepping inside. “Don’t worry, I’ll handle it.”

Meanwhile, Becca kept walking through the cold, second-guessing every turn, no longer certain she was heading anywhere at all.

“I don’t remember this,” she muttered to herself, trying—and failing—to stay calm. “But we haven’t visited Mom in a while… maybe things have changed…”

Her feet were frozen, red and aching, but at the same time she could barely feel them. She wondered if taking off her wet socks would help, but she kept them on. She didn’t stop moving, because stopping meant getting colder.

“If I go back the way I came… maybe I can find Will’s house?” It was difficult to articulate, she was shivering from the cold. “No… no, I don’t think so. I’m really lost now.”

That thought brought back a memory, something familiar. A line from Alice in Wonderland, one of the books Mr. Olinsky had sent for her through Jay.

She had memorized it back then, when she’d felt just as lost as Alice. She muttered it under her breath, trying to keep her eyes open:

“Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?” “That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,” said the Cat. “I don’t much care where—” said Alice. “Then it doesn’t matter which way you go,” said the Cat. “—so long as I get somewhere,” Alice added. “Oh, you’re sure to do that,” said the Cat, “if you only walk long enough.”

The girl let out a weak breath. The exhaustion was taking over; she could fall asleep at any moment.

“Yeah… not the same,” she stuttered through the cold.

“We’re losing time. We should be moving now!” Jay insisted.

“Easy,” Olinsky said calmly.

“This is where you received her last call from,” Platt added trying to ease his anxiety. “There has to be something, anything.”

Jay forced himself to breathe. He was good under pressure, always had been. It was one of the things that defined him in the field, no matter how bad a case got, how messy or violent, he stayed sharp, focused and in control.

But this was different. This wasn’t just a name on a file. The cracks were there, impossible to hide in the way his hands wouldn’t stay still, the way his eyes kept darting, searching for something that wasn’t there. In the sharp edge of his voice every time he spoke.

The same questions kept rolling in his mind over and over again: What if she was hurt? What if she was alone somewhere, scared, calling for him? What if he was already too late?

He had worked in so many cases like this one… What if it was already too late?

He ran a hand through his hair in frustration and with that movement, his flashlight shifted and caught something in the grass.

“Hey, what’s that?” Olinsky asked.

It was shiny.

Hailey spotted it from a distance, her heart instantly picking up speed. She crouched down to pick it up and Jay stepped closer.

For a second, he didn’t react. He bent down and picked it up with shaking hands.

It was a bracelet. Small and delicate. It was familiar. He knew it, but didn’t want to admit it, still, his body reacted.

“This is hers.” he said urgently.

“Becca never takes it off.” Hailey pointed out.

The weight of that realization hit all of them at once.

“It’s good,” Voight argued, controlling his tone. “It means she was here. And there’s a chance she still is. So let’s move.” His tone increased in some sort of anger. 

But at that exact moment, their radios crackled. It was Burgess:

I’ve got something on the footage.

Within seconds, the team regrouped inside the house, crowding around as the Ring camera video replayed on the screen.

The image was grainy, but they all recognized Becca’s silhouette as she entered the frame on the sidewalk just outside the park.

“That’s her,” Jay said, leaning in closer. “No doubt.”

She was walking slowly, tired, her phone pressed to her ear, glancing around like she wasn’t sure where to go next.

Lost.

“She’s scared,” he added with a lump forming in his throat. He didn’t have to see her facial expressions to know that. 

“Play it again,” Voight ordered.

They watched as she hesitated, then turned.

“She saw something.”

“Wait,” Adam said with the second device in her hands and they all switched to the neighbor’s camera for a clearer angle. “I think I have her in this one too.”

A man entered the frame, walking toward Becca… too close to her.

Jay’s expression hardened.

In the video, Becca froze, then ran. The detectives went still as they watched the man take off after her.

Just like that, they were gone, out of frame.

“That’s him.” The neighbor pointed at the screen of her phone. “He lives a few houses down.”

“Which house?” Jay didn’t wait. He was already moving.

“Jay—” Hailey called after him, but he was gone.

Al tried to physically stop him, but it was useless.

The door burst open as Jay stepped out into the cold, the rest of the team rushing after them.

Adam didn’t hesitate—he followed right behind him without a word. He didn’t need to ask questions or be told what to do. He remembered that kind of desperation all too well—the way it took over, the way it made everything else disappear. The kind that made consequences feel irrelevant, that pushed you forward no matter what. He wasn’t about to let Jay go through that alone. There was no time to lose, he knew that. Right now, it was better to ask for forgiveness than permission, and he wasn’t going to let his friend down. 

“House down the block,” Adam said, catching up. “Blue porch light.”

Jay didn’t answer. They simply moved fast, in sync.

Detective Halstead pounded on the entrance once, then forced it open.

The man was already at the other side of the door, probably awake from all of the noise. 

“Hey!” he shouted, startled and backing up. “What the—?”

Jay grabbed him by the shirt, shoving him back and slamming him against the wall.

“Where is she?” he snapped.

“I don’t—what are you talking about?!” the man stammered. "Who are you?"

"We're the police" Adam threatened with his badge.

“You followed her!” Jay shouted.

“We saw you, where is she?!” Adam added, pulling up Becca’s picture on his phone. 

“That girl?!” the man said, panicking. “I do— I do remember her..."

“You made the wrong choice.” Ruzek continued. “She’s one of us, family.”

"I was trying to help her!”

“Adam, that’s enough,” Kim warned, stepping in.

But Jay shoved him harder.

“She looked lost, I swear…she ran away!”

They didn’t listen.

“You dared to touch her, where is she?!” Jay barked, his voice breaking now.

“Jay!” Upton warned. 

Jay’s fist tightened. For a second, it looked like he was going to swing. 

“Halstead!” Voight’s voice cut through the room, sharp and controlled. The sergeant stepped in closer, his eyes locked on him. 

Jay froze.

“Don’t do something stupid,” Voight said firmly. “You’re not thinking straight.”

He stepped closer, lowering his voice, but not the intensity.

“I get it. I do. But if you lose your head right now, you’re no good to her.”

Jay didn’t answer, his chest was rising and falling too fast. His blood was boiling.

“...And if you can’t get it together,” he added, sharper now, “I will pull you off this, no hesitation, son.”

That landed.

Jay let go and the man collapsed against the wall.

“She was scared,” he said. “She ran toward the main road. No shoes... I was trying to help her.”

Olinsky grabbed his shoulder. “Come on, kid."

Jay closed his eyes. Everything was spinning. Too many directions. Not enough time. He started to feel dizzy. The noise around him blurred: voices, movement, questions, all of it fading into something distant, like he was underwater. It wasn’t anxiety or panic. It was all the pent-up anger and fear he had been carrying inside him, mixed with the weight of guilt pressing down on his shoulders. 

“Chuckles,” a soft voice called tenderly.

He didn’t know how he had ended up outside on the street again, with Trudy Platt standing in front of him.

“They got a call from dispatch,” she continued. “A woman reported a lost girl. Matches Becca’s description, also no shoes, disoriented…”

Jay didn’t hesitate and came back to his senses. 

“Where?”

Voight stepped in beside him, already moving, locking eyes with him for a second.

“You’re riding with me.” He demanded.

For a fragment of seconds, Hailey didn’t move right away. Her eyes stayed on Jay, following him full of concern. She could see the storm he was barely keeping contained.

Jay gave a tight nod to the boss.

“Let’s move.”

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The Fragile Bonds Part 7 || Jay and Will Halstead x Halstead Sister

Summary: After their father's death, Becca moved in with Jay. This is the first time the detective brother has to go undercover since his sister has been under his full care, creating a challenging situation for both. Reluctantly, Becca will have to live with Will and his family during those days, even though she doesn't feel very welcome in that household.

Note: I am so sorry. I have lots of messages from you asking me about this fic. I'm back! And I'm here to finish it :) I hope you like it! Enjoy!

Part 1 Part 4 Part 2 Part 5 Part 3 Part 6

The streets lost their peace as soon as the Intelligence Unit arrived, their sirens breaking the silence. Blue and red lights from their cars filtered into the houses of the neighborhood. The peaceful night was over.

The signal from the phone led them to the park where Becca had stopped hours before, where she realized she was lost.

Soon enough, the park filled with detectives trying to find any clue about Becca’s whereabouts.

“Becca!” Jay shouted. “Beccs, it’s me!”

It was obvious she wasn’t in the park, but there wasn’t any physical evidence that she had been there either.

“There’s a chance the phone is still here,” Kevin said as they moved around the park.

Still calling his sister’s name, Jay started checking the trash cans alongside Olinsky. Meanwhile, Hailey moved deeper into the park, sweeping her light across the ground, hoping to find a trace, though at the same time afraid of what she might actually discover.

On the other side, Kim Burgess searched for any CCTV or Ring camera that could lead them to little Halstead. Makayla was on her mind. Having gone through something similar herself, she could feel Jay’s desperation, his sense of losing control.

It hit too close.

She remembered the fear. The waiting. The uncertainty. The way every second stretched into something unbearable. She knew exactly what it meant to be on the other side of this and she wasn’t going to let Jay go through that if there was anything she could do to stop it.

She could see it in Jay’s eyes, he couldn’t hide it. The fear was there, in his voice, in the way he moved, in the edge he couldn’t quite control. And she remembered how he had done everything to find Makayla.

For a brief second, the worst-case scenario crossed her mind, uninvited and unwanted. Her jaw tightened.

Not tonight.

Jay wasn’t going to lose Becca. They weren’t going to lose Becca.

Her eyes scanned every house more carefully now, more urgently. A porch light. A camera. A shadow moving behind a curtain, anything that could give them something to work with.

They were going to find her. And they were going to find her safe.

Within seconds, another patrol car arrived on the scene.

“We’ve got nothing on the sex offenders, but there will be a patrol checking on them,” Adam reported. “What do you have?”

“Nothing,” Burgess replied quickly. “No trace of her… yet.”

They didn’t need to say it out loud to understand what they were both thinking, having gone through the same kind of fear together.

Burgess spotted a house facing the park, a small camera mounted above the front door.

“But we’ll hopefully get something soon.”

She hurried up the walkway and knocked firmly. “Chicago P.D., open up, please!”

A few seconds, though they felt like minutes, passed before the porch light flicked on.

The lights of the next house turned on as well, and a woman stepped out onto her porch, hugging a robe around herself. She looked around, confused by the number of officers in the park.

“What’s going on?” she asked raising her voice to be heard.

Without hesitation, Adam walked toward her, pulling up a picture on his phone.

“We’re searching for a missing girl” he said calmly. “This is the last place we were able to trace her. Have you seen her, ma’am?”

He held up the screen, showing Becca’s picture.

“I’m sorry, no,” she said, her voice tinged with worry. “But an elderly man lives in that house. I don’t think he has anything to do with it… do you?”

“We’re just trying to get any footage that might help us find her. Do you have a Ring camera or any other security system facing the street?”

“Oh, absolutely,” the woman said.

Adam nodded and followed her inside, casting a quick glance toward Burgess, who was still knocking on the neighboring door.

The door opened slightly for Kim, an older man peeking out, confused and uneasy.

“Can I help you?” He said with a shaky voice. 

“Sorry to bother you at this hour, sir. Detective Burgess, Intelligence Unit,” Kim said, flashing her badge. “We’re looking for a missing girl. I noticed you have a camera facing the street, we need to see the footage.”

The man hesitated, glancing past her toward the flashing lights down the block.

“Uh… okay. Do you have a warrant?”

“Sir, you’re not in trouble, and I’m not accusing you of any crime. We have a missing juvenile,” she replied, steady but urgent. “Time matters in cases like this. If your camera caught anything tonight, it could help us find her and bring her back to her family sooner.”

The man looked toward his neighbor and noticed she was also talking to a cop, then nodded.

“Yeah, yeah, you can check it. Come in. My son installed it for me, I just don’t know how it works.”

“Thank you,” Burgess said, already stepping inside. “Don’t worry, I’ll handle it.”

Meanwhile, Becca kept walking through the cold, second-guessing every turn, no longer certain she was heading anywhere at all.

“I don’t remember this,” she muttered to herself, trying—and failing—to stay calm. “But we haven’t visited Mom in a while… maybe things have changed…”

Her feet were frozen, red and aching, but at the same time she could barely feel them. She wondered if taking off her wet socks would help, but she kept them on. She didn’t stop moving, because stopping meant getting colder.

“If I go back the way I came… maybe I can find Will’s house?” It was difficult to articulate, she was shivering from the cold. “No… no, I don’t think so. I’m really lost now.”

That thought brought back a memory, something familiar. A line from Alice in Wonderland, one of the books Mr. Olinsky had sent for her through Jay.

She had memorized it back then, when she’d felt just as lost as Alice. She muttered it under her breath, trying to keep her eyes open:

“Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?” “That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,” said the Cat. “I don’t much care where—” said Alice. “Then it doesn’t matter which way you go,” said the Cat. “—so long as I get somewhere,” Alice added. “Oh, you’re sure to do that,” said the Cat, “if you only walk long enough.”

The girl let out a weak breath. The exhaustion was taking over; she could fall asleep at any moment.

“Yeah… not the same,” she stuttered through the cold.

“We’re losing time. We should be moving now!” Jay insisted.

“Easy,” Olinsky said calmly.

“This is where you received her last call from,” Platt added trying to ease his anxiety. “There has to be something, anything.”

Jay forced himself to breathe. He was good under pressure, always had been. It was one of the things that defined him in the field, no matter how bad a case got, how messy or violent, he stayed sharp, focused and in control.

But this was different. This wasn’t just a name on a file. The cracks were there, impossible to hide in the way his hands wouldn’t stay still, the way his eyes kept darting, searching for something that wasn’t there. In the sharp edge of his voice every time he spoke.

The same questions kept rolling in his mind over and over again: What if she was hurt? What if she was alone somewhere, scared, calling for him? What if he was already too late?

He had worked in so many cases like this one… What if it was already too late?

He ran a hand through his hair in frustration and with that movement, his flashlight shifted and caught something in the grass.

“Hey, what’s that?” Olinsky asked.

It was shiny.

Hailey spotted it from a distance, her heart instantly picking up speed. She crouched down to pick it up and Jay stepped closer.

For a second, he didn’t react. He bent down and picked it up with shaking hands.

It was a bracelet. Small and delicate. It was familiar. He knew it, but didn’t want to admit it, still, his body reacted.

“This is hers.” he said urgently.

“Becca never takes it off.” Hailey pointed out.

The weight of that realization hit all of them at once.

“It’s good,” Voight argued, controlling his tone. “It means she was here. And there’s a chance she still is. So let’s move.” His tone increased in some sort of anger. 

But at that exact moment, their radios crackled. It was Burgess:

I’ve got something on the footage.

Within seconds, the team regrouped inside the house, crowding around as the Ring camera video replayed on the screen.

The image was grainy, but they all recognized Becca’s silhouette as she entered the frame on the sidewalk just outside the park.

“That’s her,” Jay said, leaning in closer. “No doubt.”

She was walking slowly, tired, her phone pressed to her ear, glancing around like she wasn’t sure where to go next.

Lost.

“She’s scared,” he added with a lump forming in his throat. He didn’t have to see her facial expressions to know that. 

“Play it again,” Voight ordered.

They watched as she hesitated, then turned.

“She saw something.”

“Wait,” Adam said with the second device in her hands and they all switched to the neighbor’s camera for a clearer angle. “I think I have her in this one too.”

A man entered the frame, walking toward Becca… too close to her.

Jay’s expression hardened.

In the video, Becca froze, then ran. The detectives went still as they watched the man take off after her.

Just like that, they were gone, out of frame.

“That’s him.” The neighbor pointed at the screen of her phone. “He lives a few houses down.”

“Which house?” Jay didn’t wait. He was already moving.

“Jay—” Hailey called after him, but he was gone.

Al tried to physically stop him, but it was useless.

The door burst open as Jay stepped out into the cold, the rest of the team rushing after them.

Adam didn’t hesitate—he followed right behind him without a word. He didn’t need to ask questions or be told what to do. He remembered that kind of desperation all too well—the way it took over, the way it made everything else disappear. The kind that made consequences feel irrelevant, that pushed you forward no matter what. He wasn’t about to let Jay go through that alone. There was no time to lose, he knew that. Right now, it was better to ask for forgiveness than permission, and he wasn’t going to let his friend down. 

“House down the block,” Adam said, catching up. “Blue porch light.”

Jay didn’t answer. They simply moved fast, in sync.

Detective Halstead pounded on the entrance once, then forced it open.

The man was already at the other side of the door, probably awake from all of the noise. 

“Hey!” he shouted, startled and backing up. “What the—?”

Jay grabbed him by the shirt, shoving him back and slamming him against the wall.

“Where is she?” he snapped.

“I don’t—what are you talking about?!” the man stammered. "Who are you?"

"We're the police" Adam threatened with his badge.

“You followed her!” Jay shouted.

“We saw you, where is she?!” Adam added, pulling up Becca’s picture on his phone. 

“That girl?!” the man said, panicking. “I do— I do remember her..."

“You made the wrong choice.” Ruzek continued. “She’s one of us, family.”

"I was trying to help her!”

“Adam, that’s enough,” Kim warned, stepping in.

But Jay shoved him harder.

“She looked lost, I swear…she ran away!”

They didn’t listen.

“You dared to touch her, where is she?!” Jay barked, his voice breaking now.

“Jay!” Upton warned. 

Jay’s fist tightened. For a second, it looked like he was going to swing. 

“Halstead!” Voight’s voice cut through the room, sharp and controlled. The sergeant stepped in closer, his eyes locked on him. 

Jay froze.

“Don’t do something stupid,” Voight said firmly. “You’re not thinking straight.”

He stepped closer, lowering his voice, but not the intensity.

“I get it. I do. But if you lose your head right now, you’re no good to her.”

Jay didn’t answer, his chest was rising and falling too fast. His blood was boiling.

“...And if you can’t get it together,” he added, sharper now, “I will pull you off this, no hesitation, son.”

That landed.

Jay let go and the man collapsed against the wall.

“She was scared,” he said. “She ran toward the main road. No shoes... I was trying to help her.”

Olinsky grabbed his shoulder. “Come on, kid."

Jay closed his eyes. Everything was spinning. Too many directions. Not enough time. He started to feel dizzy. The noise around him blurred: voices, movement, questions, all of it fading into something distant, like he was underwater. It wasn’t anxiety or panic. It was all the pent-up anger and fear he had been carrying inside him, mixed with the weight of guilt pressing down on his shoulders. 

“Chuckles,” a soft voice called tenderly.

He didn’t know how he had ended up outside on the street again, with Trudy Platt standing in front of him.

“They got a call from dispatch,” she continued. “A woman reported a lost girl. Matches Becca’s description, also no shoes, disoriented…”

Jay didn’t hesitate and came back to his senses. 

“Where?”

Voight stepped in beside him, already moving, locking eyes with him for a second.

“You’re riding with me.” He demanded.

For a fragment of seconds, Hailey didn’t move right away. Her eyes stayed on Jay, following him full of concern. She could see the storm he was barely keeping contained.

Jay gave a tight nod to the boss.

“Let’s move.”

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Hello, everyone!

I’m really sorry it’s taken me so long to update my fics, especially The Fragile Bonds, which so many of you have been asking about. Thank you so much for your patience and all of your sweet messages, it truly means a lot to me.

Life got a bit overwhelming for a while with work, adult responsibilities, rehearsals, other projects and some mental health struggles, tbh (lol… but not really lol). But I’m doing better now, and I’m back and here to stay :)

I also have a lot of WIPs, so many new ideas I want to write, new shows to explore, and your requests too. Please don’t think I’m ignoring your requests, I’ve only just started going through my inbox because, for some reason, I couldn’t access it on my phone. But rest assured, the stories you’ve asked for will be written too.

Thank you again for sticking with me and for all your kind messages. I’ve missed so much being here, and I’m really excited to share what’s coming next (if you want to keep reading me, of course).

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Hello! I hope ur doin' ok. Do u have any news on The Fragile Bonds, series? Please?

Hello! I'm ok now, thank you!

You can read part 7 of The Fragile Bods now:

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I'm sorry it took me so long.

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Hello! I've been anxiously waiting for the seventh chapter of the fragile bonds. Are you done with it? Will you be updating soon?

Here's part 7 :)

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Hi, I know I bother u a lot, and I'm sorry 4 that, but is the 7th part of the fragile bonds ready? Bc it's been a while and I'm so, so curious as to what will happen next. Plz update soon!! Love ur writing 💞

Thank you very much! 💞 I am very sorry it took me so long, but I'm back :)

You can read part 7 now here:

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I'll be updating this fic during the week.

Enjoy! I hope you like it! Let me know in the comments ;)

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When is the next part of fragile bonds coming out?

Hello!

I'm sorry I'm just reading these messages.

You can read it now. It's right here! :)

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The Fragile Bonds Part 7 || Jay and Will Halstead x Halstead Sister

Summary: After their father's death, Becca moved in with Jay. This is the first time the detective brother has to go undercover since his sister has been under his full care, creating a challenging situation for both. Reluctantly, Becca will have to live with Will and his family during those days, even though she doesn't feel very welcome in that household.

Note: I am so sorry. I have lots of messages from you asking me about this fic. I'm back! And I'm here to finish it :) I hope you like it! Enjoy!

Part 1 Part 4 Part 2 Part 5 Part 3 Part 6

The streets lost their peace as soon as the Intelligence Unit arrived, their sirens breaking the silence. Blue and red lights from their cars filtered into the houses of the neighborhood. The peaceful night was over.

The signal from the phone led them to the park where Becca had stopped hours before, where she realized she was lost.

Soon enough, the park filled with detectives trying to find any clue about Becca’s whereabouts.

“Becca!” Jay shouted. “Beccs, it’s me!”

It was obvious she wasn’t in the park, but there wasn’t any physical evidence that she had been there either.

“There’s a chance the phone is still here,” Kevin said as they moved around the park.

Still calling his sister’s name, Jay started checking the trash cans alongside Olinsky. Meanwhile, Hailey moved deeper into the park, sweeping her light across the ground, hoping to find a trace, though at the same time afraid of what she might actually discover.

On the other side, Kim Burgess searched for any CCTV or Ring camera that could lead them to little Halstead. Makayla was on her mind. Having gone through something similar herself, she could feel Jay’s desperation, his sense of losing control.

It hit too close.

She remembered the fear. The waiting. The uncertainty. The way every second stretched into something unbearable. She knew exactly what it meant to be on the other side of this and she wasn’t going to let Jay go through that if there was anything she could do to stop it.

She could see it in Jay’s eyes, he couldn’t hide it. The fear was there, in his voice, in the way he moved, in the edge he couldn’t quite control. And she remembered how he had done everything to find Makayla.

For a brief second, the worst-case scenario crossed her mind, uninvited and unwanted. Her jaw tightened.

Not tonight.

Jay wasn’t going to lose Becca. They weren’t going to lose Becca.

Her eyes scanned every house more carefully now, more urgently. A porch light. A camera. A shadow moving behind a curtain, anything that could give them something to work with.

They were going to find her. And they were going to find her safe.

Within seconds, another patrol car arrived on the scene.

“We’ve got nothing on the sex offenders, but there will be a patrol checking on them,” Adam reported. “What do you have?”

“Nothing,” Burgess replied quickly. “No trace of her… yet.”

They didn’t need to say it out loud to understand what they were both thinking, having gone through the same kind of fear together.

Burgess spotted a house facing the park, a small camera mounted above the front door.

“But we’ll hopefully get something soon.”

She hurried up the walkway and knocked firmly. “Chicago P.D., open up, please!”

A few seconds, though they felt like minutes, passed before the porch light flicked on.

The lights of the next house turned on as well, and a woman stepped out onto her porch, hugging a robe around herself. She looked around, confused by the number of officers in the park.

“What’s going on?” she asked raising her voice to be heard.

Without hesitation, Adam walked toward her, pulling up a picture on his phone.

“We’re searching for a missing girl” he said calmly. “This is the last place we were able to trace her. Have you seen her, ma’am?”

He held up the screen, showing Becca’s picture.

“I’m sorry, no,” she said, her voice tinged with worry. “But an elderly man lives in that house. I don’t think he has anything to do with it… do you?”

“We’re just trying to get any footage that might help us find her. Do you have a Ring camera or any other security system facing the street?”

“Oh, absolutely,” the woman said.

Adam nodded and followed her inside, casting a quick glance toward Burgess, who was still knocking on the neighboring door.

The door opened slightly for Kim, an older man peeking out, confused and uneasy.

“Can I help you?” He said with a shaky voice. 

“Sorry to bother you at this hour, sir. Detective Burgess, Intelligence Unit,” Kim said, flashing her badge. “We’re looking for a missing girl. I noticed you have a camera facing the street, we need to see the footage.”

The man hesitated, glancing past her toward the flashing lights down the block.

“Uh… okay. Do you have a warrant?”

“Sir, you’re not in trouble, and I’m not accusing you of any crime. We have a missing juvenile,” she replied, steady but urgent. “Time matters in cases like this. If your camera caught anything tonight, it could help us find her and bring her back to her family sooner.”

The man looked toward his neighbor and noticed she was also talking to a cop, then nodded.

“Yeah, yeah, you can check it. Come in. My son installed it for me, I just don’t know how it works.”

“Thank you,” Burgess said, already stepping inside. “Don’t worry, I’ll handle it.”

Meanwhile, Becca kept walking through the cold, second-guessing every turn, no longer certain she was heading anywhere at all.

“I don’t remember this,” she muttered to herself, trying—and failing—to stay calm. “But we haven’t visited Mom in a while… maybe things have changed…”

Her feet were frozen, red and aching, but at the same time she could barely feel them. She wondered if taking off her wet socks would help, but she kept them on. She didn’t stop moving, because stopping meant getting colder.

“If I go back the way I came… maybe I can find Will’s house?” It was difficult to articulate, she was shivering from the cold. “No… no, I don’t think so. I’m really lost now.”

That thought brought back a memory, something familiar. A line from Alice in Wonderland, one of the books Mr. Olinsky had sent for her through Jay.

She had memorized it back then, when she’d felt just as lost as Alice. She muttered it under her breath, trying to keep her eyes open:

“Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?” “That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,” said the Cat. “I don’t much care where—” said Alice. “Then it doesn’t matter which way you go,” said the Cat. “—so long as I get somewhere,” Alice added. “Oh, you’re sure to do that,” said the Cat, “if you only walk long enough.”

The girl let out a weak breath. The exhaustion was taking over; she could fall asleep at any moment.

“Yeah… not the same,” she stuttered through the cold.

“We’re losing time. We should be moving now!” Jay insisted.

“Easy,” Olinsky said calmly.

“This is where you received her last call from,” Platt added trying to ease his anxiety. “There has to be something, anything.”

Jay forced himself to breathe. He was good under pressure, always had been. It was one of the things that defined him in the field, no matter how bad a case got, how messy or violent, he stayed sharp, focused and in control.

But this was different. This wasn’t just a name on a file. The cracks were there, impossible to hide in the way his hands wouldn’t stay still, the way his eyes kept darting, searching for something that wasn’t there. In the sharp edge of his voice every time he spoke.

The same questions kept rolling in his mind over and over again: What if she was hurt? What if she was alone somewhere, scared, calling for him? What if he was already too late?

He had worked in so many cases like this one… What if it was already too late?

He ran a hand through his hair in frustration and with that movement, his flashlight shifted and caught something in the grass.

“Hey, what’s that?” Olinsky asked.

It was shiny.

Hailey spotted it from a distance, her heart instantly picking up speed. She crouched down to pick it up and Jay stepped closer.

For a second, he didn’t react. He bent down and picked it up with shaking hands.

It was a bracelet. Small and delicate. It was familiar. He knew it, but didn’t want to admit it, still, his body reacted.

“This is hers.” he said urgently.

“Becca never takes it off.” Hailey pointed out.

The weight of that realization hit all of them at once.

“It’s good,” Voight argued, controlling his tone. “It means she was here. And there’s a chance she still is. So let’s move.” His tone increased in some sort of anger. 

But at that exact moment, their radios crackled. It was Burgess:

I’ve got something on the footage.

Within seconds, the team regrouped inside the house, crowding around as the Ring camera video replayed on the screen.

The image was grainy, but they all recognized Becca’s silhouette as she entered the frame on the sidewalk just outside the park.

“That’s her,” Jay said, leaning in closer. “No doubt.”

She was walking slowly, tired, her phone pressed to her ear, glancing around like she wasn’t sure where to go next.

Lost.

“She’s scared,” he added with a lump forming in his throat. He didn’t have to see her facial expressions to know that. 

“Play it again,” Voight ordered.

They watched as she hesitated, then turned.

“She saw something.”

“Wait,” Adam said with the second device in her hands and they all switched to the neighbor’s camera for a clearer angle. “I think I have her in this one too.”

A man entered the frame, walking toward Becca… too close to her.

Jay’s expression hardened.

In the video, Becca froze, then ran. The detectives went still as they watched the man take off after her.

Just like that, they were gone, out of frame.

“That’s him.” The neighbor pointed at the screen of her phone. “He lives a few houses down.”

“Which house?” Jay didn’t wait. He was already moving.

“Jay—” Hailey called after him, but he was gone.

Al tried to physically stop him, but it was useless.

The door burst open as Jay stepped out into the cold, the rest of the team rushing after them.

Adam didn’t hesitate—he followed right behind him without a word. He didn’t need to ask questions or be told what to do. He remembered that kind of desperation all too well—the way it took over, the way it made everything else disappear. The kind that made consequences feel irrelevant, that pushed you forward no matter what. He wasn’t about to let Jay go through that alone. There was no time to lose, he knew that. Right now, it was better to ask for forgiveness than permission, and he wasn’t going to let his friend down. 

“House down the block,” Adam said, catching up. “Blue porch light.”

Jay didn’t answer. They simply moved fast, in sync.

Detective Halstead pounded on the entrance once, then forced it open.

The man was already at the other side of the door, probably awake from all of the noise. 

“Hey!” he shouted, startled and backing up. “What the—?”

Jay grabbed him by the shirt, shoving him back and slamming him against the wall.

“Where is she?” he snapped.

“I don’t—what are you talking about?!” the man stammered. "Who are you?"

"We're the police" Adam threatened with his badge.

“You followed her!” Jay shouted.

“We saw you, where is she?!” Adam added, pulling up Becca’s picture on his phone. 

“That girl?!” the man said, panicking. “I do— I do remember her..."

“You made the wrong choice.” Ruzek continued. “She’s one of us, family.”

"I was trying to help her!”

“Adam, that’s enough,” Kim warned, stepping in.

But Jay shoved him harder.

“She looked lost, I swear…she ran away!”

They didn’t listen.

“You dared to touch her, where is she?!” Jay barked, his voice breaking now.

“Jay!” Upton warned. 

Jay’s fist tightened. For a second, it looked like he was going to swing. 

“Halstead!” Voight’s voice cut through the room, sharp and controlled. The sergeant stepped in closer, his eyes locked on him. 

Jay froze.

“Don’t do something stupid,” Voight said firmly. “You’re not thinking straight.”

He stepped closer, lowering his voice, but not the intensity.

“I get it. I do. But if you lose your head right now, you’re no good to her.”

Jay didn’t answer, his chest was rising and falling too fast. His blood was boiling.

“...And if you can’t get it together,” he added, sharper now, “I will pull you off this, no hesitation, son.”

That landed.

Jay let go and the man collapsed against the wall.

“She was scared,” he said. “She ran toward the main road. No shoes... I was trying to help her.”

Olinsky grabbed his shoulder. “Come on, kid."

Jay closed his eyes. Everything was spinning. Too many directions. Not enough time. He started to feel dizzy. The noise around him blurred: voices, movement, questions, all of it fading into something distant, like he was underwater. It wasn’t anxiety or panic. It was all the pent-up anger and fear he had been carrying inside him, mixed with the weight of guilt pressing down on his shoulders. 

“Chuckles,” a soft voice called tenderly.

He didn’t know how he had ended up outside on the street again, with Trudy Platt standing in front of him.

“They got a call from dispatch,” she continued. “A woman reported a lost girl. Matches Becca’s description, also no shoes, disoriented…”

Jay didn’t hesitate and came back to his senses. 

“Where?”

Voight stepped in beside him, already moving, locking eyes with him for a second.

“You’re riding with me.” He demanded.

For a fragment of seconds, Hailey didn’t move right away. Her eyes stayed on Jay, following him full of concern. She could see the storm he was barely keeping contained.

Jay gave a tight nod to the boss.

“Let’s move.”

[fangirlfrom-hell]

I have a serious question regarding my two ongoing fics (P.D. and The Sandman).

Would you prefer shorter chapters updated sooner, OR

longer chapters that take more time to update?

It’s because I already have part of the next chapters written, but they’re not at the point where I intended to wrap them.

Since you’re asking about them, I was wondering what would be better?

Vote lol

What do you prefer?

Give me what you already have

Take your time to finish

Voting ended onSep 16, 2025

[fangirlfrom-hell]

If Dream had a teenage kid

If Morpheus had a teenage kid They keep popping in my mind, I’ve lost control. Sorry.

Late for School, Awaken!

Damn, Dad! You're on fire!

Dinner in the Dreaming

A test with the sea

Meeting Aunt Death for the Very First Time

[fangirlfrom-hell]

Is the next fragile bonds chapter almost ready?? Please?

Hello! Yes! The Fragile Bonds will be the next fic I update.

I’m sorry it’s taken me a while. I juggle two jobs, a side job, and two other projects besides this one, so I don’t always have much time to write. Though I do make time to write.

Since I usually write in Spanish, I also have to translate everything into English and that part takes a lot of time, because I want to make sure the tone and feeling stay the same so the story really works.

But I’m finally getting back on track, and I’m hoping to post the next chapter this weekend! Yay!

Thank you so much for your interest, messages like this one really encourage me to keep writing 🙂‍↔️

[fangirlfrom-hell]

If Dream had a teenage kid 5

Meeting aunt Death for the very first time.

Inside the cold and shadowed gallery of the Dreaming, Morpheus stood beside his child before the sigil of his sister, Death.

“Relax, my child. Do not be nervous.”

“I am about to meet a woman called Death.” The teen gulped.

“And nothing ill shall occur. There is nothing to fear, for your aunt works with the utmost care. Of all my siblings, she is the most… ethical.”

He placed himself right in front of the sigil.

“My sister, I summon you to my gallery, that you may meet the child you have long wished to see.”

From the shadows, Death appeared.

“My sister, this is my child. My child, this is your aunt.”

Death extended her hand with a warm smile. “Finally. I’m Death.”

The teenager hesitated, then reached out. “Uh… nice to meet y—”

Dream’s voice cut in, sharp as a blade. “What are you doing? Cease at once!”

Then, like thunder, he struck his child’s arm downward.

“Foolish kid. Do not take her hand! For to grasp it is to embrace your end!”

“Oops, a honest mistake,” laughed Death. 🤷🏼‍♀️

“How dare you enter my realm, and place the heir of the Dreaming in peril…”

“My brother, you halfwit,” Death sighed, amused. “It was only a joke.”

… 🧍🏻

“This is my left hand, melodramatic headcase.” 🙄

“…I would not hesitate to see you banished from this realm for all eternity!” He continued rippling like a storm 😡

The teen still frozed with his extended hand, tried to break the tension: “…So, uh… fist bump?”

Death rolled her eyes, smirking. “Honestly. He’s being dramatic. You’ll be fine, sweetheart.”

Dream glowered.

“…Yeah,” the teen muttered, pulling back. “I’ll stick with the fist bump.”

[swarnpert]

i feel like high school/middle school sitcoms set the unrealistic expectation of being able to have lunch time outside

[swarnpert]

ok because apparently i'm wrong about this, reblog with where you live and whether you got to eat lunch outside during school or not