Undercover (A Jay and Will Halstead x Halstead Sister! Imagine)
This is super long so hang in there! It’s also my first imagine I’ve posted on Tumblr, so feedback would be amazing! (Also posted on my wattpad)
Mini synopsis: In which something horrible happens to Y/N's best friend, Emma, so Y/N goes undercover to get her justice. She's under and everything's fine...until it's not fine at all.
Huge trigger warning for sexual assault. Please do not read if this makes you even the slightest bit uncomfortable! Also, please remember there are people out there to help you if you or someone you love has gone through this. Just google the sexual assault hotline and the number for your country should pop up.
Can you pick up chicken wings? No bluejays game on tonight, tho.
Below that text, your best friend, Emma, had sent you her location, which was turned on to send location indefinitely.
Back when you were both only freshmen in high school, you had come up with code words in case you needed help. This was mostly for unwanted attention from boys. Chicken wing(s) meant that you needed help ASAP. Bluejay(s) was code for Jay or cops.
"Fuck," you muttered as you tried to quickly piece together a plan. You couldn't call Jay or any cop for that matter. But, if she had sent you her location, that meant that she was definitely in trouble. You looked down at the location and could see that the red pin was moving further and further into the heart of the sketchiest part of the south side of Chicago.
Then it occurred to you: the safe in Jay's room under his bed where he told you that he kept a spare gun in case of emergencies. You ran into his room and dove under his bed, quickly pulling out the safe. You groaned as you realized he had forgotten to tell you the pin number to open it.
"Maybe Mom's birthday?" you thought aloud. You punched in the six numbers, causing a green light to turn on, and you yanked the small door of the safe open. "Dumbass," you muttered, thinking about how easy it would be for anyone in your family or anyone who was close to you, Jay, or Will to get their hands on the gun or other things like Jay's backup badge that were hidden there.
You grabbed the gun and your car keys and sprinted out of the house. "Hang on Emma," you said as you jumped in your car and pulled out your phone to see her location. The pin had been at the same location for two minutes now. Your stomach dropped, knowing this couldn't be good.
***
Jay dropped his keys in the ceramic dish on the table and headed into his room to change into a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. He practically stopped breathing when he saw that the safe had been pulled out from under his bed and was open. He threw himself to the floor and looked in it. "Fuck," he muttered as he saw that the gun was gone.
He sprinted to the front of the house, only to see that your car was gone. "Ruz, I need you to ping Y/N's phone. Now," Jay said into his phone as he ran out of the house and to his truck.
Jay heard the clacking of keys on the other end of the line. "Okay, I sent you her location. What's wrong?"
Jay put his truck in drive and turned on the lights and sirens. "I think she's in trouble. She took my spare gun."
"Okay, Hailey's still here finishing up paperwork. We'll come for backup." Then the line went dead and Jay drove the fastest he ever had in his life.
***
"Are we announcing?" Hailey asked as she finished putting on her vest.
"No," Jay answered as the three began to walk closer and closer to an abandoned warehouse.
Jay tried the knob and to his surprise and everyone else's, it was unlocked. They heard crying as they walked inside and Jay pointed out directions.
Adam walked toward the sound of the crying, while Hailey and Jay worked on clearing areas behind huge shelves.
"Someone's here," Emma whispered to you as you heard a door open. You had given her your coat to wrap around her body. You knew you had to get her to a doctor, but she had told you no cops, which meant no Jay and you had no idea how to get her out safely. You had thought about calling Will, but when you tried to call him, the call only rang once and then stopped. You only had one bar, so the call didn't go through.
With shaking hands, you picked up the gun and pointed it directly at the door. "Put the gun down!" Adam yelled as he looked through the small crack in the door. From his vantage point, all he saw was a gun. He couldn't see that you were the one holding it. "Jay, I need backup over here," he whispered into his radio.
"Copy," he answered and walked down the stairs, gun drawn. "Ready?" Jay asked. Adam nodded and Jay proceeded to kick in the door.
"CPD hands where we can see 'em!" Adam yelled the moment Jay kicked the door. But then he saw who was there and he turned to Jay.
"Y/N," Jay started slowly and calmly, "put the gun down."
Slowly, you lowered the gun and placed it on the floor. Before Jay or Adam even had a chance to get a word in, Emma yelled out, "I said no cops!"
"Emma, I promise you that I didn't call them. Why would I have a gun if I called them, huh?"
That's when Adam and Jay turned to Emma, who was clearly in need of medical attention. Jay nodded to Adam. "This is 50-21 Ida," Adam spoke into his radio, "We have a girl here in need of medical attention. I need you to roll an ambo to my current location. Roll crime scene techs, too. Be advised there are three plain clothes officers on scene."
"Copy that, 50-21 Ida."
"Hey, Emma." Adam slowly moved towards Emma. "I'm Adam. I work with Y/N's brother, Jay. Can you stand up for me?"
She looked down at her body, the coat you had let her borrow barely covering her and you knew that when she stood up, it wouldn't cover all her most vulnerable place. Jay must've got the message too. "Hailey," he said into his radio, "Offender's in the wind. We've got a victim down here. If you see anything to cover her up, bring it here."
"Copy." There was a pause as shuffling could be heard on the radio. "I found a blanket. Coming down now." You heard footsteps on the ground and Adam and Jay immediately raised their guns. "Upton!" Hailey yelled as she opened the door.
The boys lowered their guns and put them back in their holsters. You heard sirens in the distance. "Hi, honey," Hailey said as she walked over to Emma. "I'm Hailey. What's your name?"
"Emma."
"Okay, Emma. We're gonna get you to a hospital. Can you wrap this around you so you can stand up?"
She nodded and stood up and took the blanket.
"Do you wanna go with her?" Jay whispered to you.
"No." You didn't want to see your best friend in a hospital bed knowing that you could have prevented this from happening if you only called Jay. "I'll call her mom, though."
"I'll do that," Hailey offered and Jay forwarded Emma's mom's number to Hailey. Hailey and Emma walked away, leaving you, Adam, and Jay.
"You mind waiting until Voight gets here?" Jay asked.
"Crime scene techs are here so I won't be alone if what you're worried about is me not having backup," Adam answered, humor in his voice.
"Thanks, man. I'm gonna take Y/N to the district to get her statement."
He dropped the magazine out of the gun and laughed. "What's so funny?" you asked.
"It's a good thing you didn't have to shoot anyone because the mag's empty."
"The what's empty?"
"The magazine. It's where the bullets go."
"Oh."
"Jeez, Jay. When you said you kept your work away from Y/N you really weren't kidding."
"Shut up," Jay joked as you followed him out of the warehouse and into his truck. He turned the heat as high as it could go, seeing as you were without a coat in the middle of a Chicago winter.
"Now, I'm not mad, I just want to know what happened," he said as he started to drive.
"How'd you find me?" you asked, knowing that you hadn't broken your promise of not calling the cops.
"I went home and saw the safe was open and the gun was gone, so I had Adam track your phone."
"Oh."
"Can you please tell me what happened?"
"You promise you won't be mad?"
"Unless you were doing something illegal, then I won't be mad. I'm assuming you had a good reason for taking my gun?"
"Emma texted me our code word for if a guy was creeping on her and she said no cops. She also sent me her location. So, I grabbed the gun and I came here."
You took a deep breath as you started to cry. "We can finish this at the district, okay?" Jay suggested.
"Yeah," you agreed.
***
You were sitting on the couch next to Jay, slowly sipping your water as he flipped open his notepad. "Take as much time as you need."
"You're talking to me like a victim, not a witness," you quipped.
"How would you know that?"
"I watch enough crime shows in my free time to know that's how cops talk to the vic."
"Okay, yeah, but you're my baby sister. Do you know how hard it was for me to walk into that room and see you holding a gun? Can you please tell me what happened?"
"Like I said, Emma sent me her location, so I went to the warehouse. When I found her, she was laying on the floor, naked, and I ran over to her. H-He raped her, Jay. I-It's all my f-fault," you stuttered, beginning to cry.
"It is not your fault. Not in a million years is this your fault."
"If I would've called you, this wouldn't have happened!"
Jay wondered why you didn't call him, and he wasn't going to ask. But, if this went to trial and you became a witness, you knew the defense would ask you. So, he knew he had to ask you, too. "Why didn't you call me?"
"She told me that she had to go to the bathroom. The guy let her, but didn't know that she had her phone on her. He said if she tried to run or call the police that he'd shoot her. She said that while he was, while he was you know, doing things to her, that he held a gun to her head. He said that if she screamed, he'd kill her."
Jay ran a hand through his hair as you continued. "I tried to call Will, I really did, but I didn't have good enough reception in the warehouse."
"We got a hit on the offender!" Kim yelled as she rounded the corner into the breakroom.
Jay stood up, but not without looking at you. "Stay here. I don't want you anywhere near this," he said as he walked out and shut the door.
"What do we got?" Jay asked, seeing all of Intelligence gathered in the bullpen.
"We think the guy is James Mason," Voight started. "Did a year in Stateville for rape. Released for good behavior three months ago."
"Good behavior my ass," Adam chirped.
"How do you know it's this guy, Sarge?" Kevin asked.
"He just so happened to walk into a neighboring bar where I know a guy. Guy said he didn't think the two were together, but then they went off somewhere, they came back, he ordered her a drink and she seemed to be comfortable around him."
"He check her ID?" Jay asked.
"I assume so," Voight answered. "Why?"
"Emma's not 21 yet, so she had to have had a fake or he used his ID to buy both drinks." Then a thought occurred to him. "You got the surveillance footage from the bar?"
"Yeah, right over here," Kim answered.
Jay looked at the footage. "Pause it." He watched as Emma walked away from the perp and rounded the corner, following a restroom sign. "That had to be the time Emma texted Y/N her location because she told her that he let her go to the bathroom and he told her that if she tried to get help, he'd shoot her because he had a gun."
"Okay, see if Mason's got a registered firearm," Voight said. "Better yet, pull up his address. Atwater, Burgess, and Ruzek get a search warrant and find it."
"Copy that, Sarge," Kevin said, grabbing his jacket.
Hailey ran up the stairs as Kevin, Kim, and Adam ran down. "Any update on the victim?" Voight asked.
"She's been through trauma, that's for sure," Hailey answered. "Lacerations on her wrists and ankles, bruising on her stomach and thighs, and vaginal tearing."
"Like she was tied up." Jay pieced it together.
"Halstead, your sister ever mention anything about having to untie her?"
"No, Sarge."
"Maybe he undid the ties himself," Hailey suggested.
"Why would he do that? Then she could just call the cops and run away." Voight asked.
"He gets off on it," Hailey answered. "He unties his victims so that they can leave, but they're too traumatized to leave. So, he knows even if he's not there, he's still controlling them."
"Sick son of a bitch," Jay said.
"Voight," he answered as he picked up his phone. "Find anything at the house?" There was a pause as someone on the other end talked. "That's good, we can use that but, we'll just have to find another way to nail him." Then he ended the call.
"What's up, Sarge?" Hailey asked.
"They didn't find anything at Mason's house, but his car was gone. They went through his financials and found out his car just got a new license plate today, which is why it wasn't updated in the database yet. But, they found the paperwork for that new license plate, so we can use that. Burgess also said that they found his calendar with bar names on each day."
"So, he goes to a bar every night and we just need to get him in the act?" Hailey suggested.
"I'll call up a rookie," Voight said as he started to walk towards his office.
"I'll do it!" you volunteered.
"Y/N! I thought I told you to stay in there!" Jay admonished.
"It's not like the walls are soundproof."
"She's got a point, Jay," Hailey agreed with you.
"You're not going in there regardless and that's final!"
"Jay, she's my best friend. I gotta help get this guy. And, if you can't get him on the rape, you can at least get him on distributing alcohol to a minor," you suggested.
Jay looked over at Hank. "Sarge, you can't be considering this!"
"She's got a good point, Jay."
"There's no way Will will agree to this, either."
"Let me call him," you suggested and walked away to talk to your other older brother.
"Hailey, there's no way she's going in there," Jay said to Hailey when they were both seated in the breakroom.
"Jay, you know Hank will put me or Burgess in as ghost in the bar so that things don't get that far. And she'll have a safe word." She paused and reached for his hand. "If it were your best friend, you'd do the same thing she's doing and you know it."
"Will said it's okay," you said as you walked into the breakroom.
"He what?" Jay jumped off the couch.
"He said it's okay on one condition: If he's in the car with you so that if I need medical attention, he can do it without having to wait on the paramedics."
"Then it's a go," Voight said as he heard that.
"It's not a go!" Jay yelled. "Sarge, she's a civilian! You can't be serious about this!"
"Jay, she's no different from a CI. We'll have Upton be her ghost and we'll all be right outside. The minute she says the safe word we'll nail his ass."
***
"Sarge, I'm not okay with this," Jay said as he walked into Voight's office, leaving the door open.
"Jay, we are not having this discussion again! She's okay with it and I'm okay with it. I'm your boss, so you listen to me."
"Do you see what she's wearing? She's asking for it!"
The bullpen went silent the second the words came out of his mouth. "A word," Hailey hissed, roughly grabbing Jay's arm and leading him into the breakroom. This time, he closed the door.
"You're lucky Y/N didn't hear you, Jay! You're a cop, you know it's never the victim's fault!"
Jay raked a hand through his hair. "I know. I messed up," he sighed. "I just, I can't let anything happen to her. She's my baby sister, Hails. I already buried both of my parents. I can't bury her, too."
"Will it make you feel better if you went in and stayed in the bar with me? I can talk to Voight," Hailey suggested.
"Actually yeah, that would make me feel a hell of a lot better."
***
"Hailey, Jay's not gonna like this but I need you to make sure he doesn't come after me until there are obvious signs of a struggle," you said. "Let him hit me a bit; I can handle it. Will's on scene and will fix me up if anything happens. But I have to get justice for Emma because right now, she can barely sleep."
She squeezed your shoulder. "Copy that."
"Vests good?" Voight asked as he entered. Everyone nodded. "Y/N, there's still time to put one on if you want it."
"He'll know something's up if he feels it. I gotta do without it."
"Alright roll--" Voight couldn't finish his sentence because Jay cut him off.
"Just give me five minutes with Y/N, Sarge. Five minutes, that's all."
"Okay, everyone load up." Voight turned to Jay. "Five minutes Halstead, and that's it."
When everyone was gone, Jay turned to you and bent down so that he was eye level with you. "You can still back out now. No one will blame you."
"I can't. I need to do this for Emma and for all the other girls this has probably happened to."
Your brother nodded and reached into his pocket. "Just don't get this mixed up with your regular lipstick, okay?" You started to ask why when he took the cap off to reveal a knife.
"Jay, Voight said no weapons."
"You didn't think I was just going to let you go in unarmed, did you? And relax, Platt gave it to me. So, if Voight figures it out, she's got my back."
"So where's the best place to, you know..." you trailed off, hoping that you wouldn't have to stab Mason, but wanting to know the best place to do it if worst comes to worst.
"I'd say thigh or his, his uh..."
"Penis," you finished.
"I was gonna say man parts, but penis works, too."
You took the lipstick from him and stuffed it in your dress. "Is it noticeable?"
"Never in a million years did I think I'd have to inspect my sister's boobs for a weapon. But, no, it's not noticeable."
"Halsteads!" Voight boomed. "We gotta go now!"
"Okay!" Jay turned back to you. "Safe word?"
"Vodka Cranberry." You and the team decided on that since it would be easy to weasel into a conversation.
"Hey, I love you." He hugged you and you swore you could hear his heart beating despite his vest. You assumed this was the most nervous he'd ever been about an undercover operation.
"I love you, too."
***
"Suspect approaching. You guys copy inside?" you heard Kevin's voice through the wire hidden in your ear.
"Yeah," you answered and you heard Hailey and Jay agree.
Hailey walked up to you, as she was posing as your friend and Jay was posing as the guy that she would flirt with so that Mason could get you alone, even though the thought of that made you sick.
"And remember, if he gets you alcohol, don't drink it," Hailey warned. "This entire investigation could go out the window."
"Not to mention she'd be grounded," you heard Jay come in through your hidden earpiece.
"Jay, if you make comments like this through your wire the entire night, we're gonna have a problem."
"Copy."
You and Hailey pretended to be talking about some people from your neighborhood when you heard Jay talking to you. "I've got eyes on him. He's headed your way."
Hailey shot a glance at Jay, and then reached for your top, pulling it down a bit more to reveal more of your boobs. "Hailey--" Jay started into his wire, but Hailey shot him a glare to make him shut up.
"What are you two ladies doing here all alone?" James Mason asked, coming up and sitting beside you.
"Oh, you know, just chatting," Hailey said, taking a sip of her drink.
"Mind if I join the conversation?" he asked, waving a bartender over.
"Actually, I've got my eye on someone over there," Hailey said as she stood up. "You're just her type," she whispered in his ear as she made her way over to Jay.
"Can I get you a beer? A shot maybe?" Mason asked you.
"No, but I'll take a pop if the offer's still on the table."
"Sure." He ordered a pop for you and a beer for himself. "So, what's your name?" he asked.
"Layla," you answered. "Yours?"
"James."
"Nice to meet you James. You from around here?"
"Chicago born and raised. You?"
"Just here visiting family," you answered.
You had finished your pop by now and James noticed. "Want another one? Maybe a Captain and Coke this time?"
"Just a Coke's fine," you replied.
"Y/N, say you have to go to the bathroom and leave your phone on the table. We gotta get him getting alcohol to you at least," Jay said.
"Actually, I have to go use the ladies room." You got up, not before turning to him. "I'm expecting that Coke when I get back." You sent a wink his way.
Along with the wire and camera you had in your dress, you had also been given a UC phone so that it could record and take a video of things in case you had to leave.
James Mason had a feeling that you were going to be uptight about leaving with him, so he figured he'd solve it his own way. "Hey, she said a captain and Coke," Mason said to the bartender.
"Last I remember she said just a Coke," the bartender replied, doing his due diligence to make sure a girl who said she didn't want alcohol didn't get it.
"She told me she wanted some before she left," he argued.
"I didn't hear that."
"She whispered it," he growled.
Reluctantly, the bartender gave in and make a captain and Coke, switching it out for her previous stand-alone Coke.
"Mason just put alcohol in Y/N's drink," Jay said into his wire. "Y/N, whatever you do, make up an excuse not to drink it, or else our investigation goes down the toilet."
You looked under the stalls in the bathroom, making sure that no one was there before answering. "Got it. I think I'm gonna make the move to leave with him after. He'll think I'm not interested if I keep holding out."
"She's not getting in a car with him!" you heard Will yell. He was currently sitting in the van with Atwater and Burgess, watching this whole scene go down in case he needed to treat any injuries. "That's not the plan!"
"Will," Kevin started, "this is part of the plan. She just didn't tell you because she knew you wouldn't agree to let her do this if she told you."
"But what if she--"
"If you're gonna keep arguing, turn off your mics!" Voight yelled.
"Sorry, Sarge," Kevin apologized.
"When she leaves with this prick, me and Adam will follow them and Jay and Hailey will follow us. And before you can argue with me Jay because I know you will, I can't have you first on scene."
"Copy that," Jay said.
You exited the bathroom and walked back up to Mason. "Hey I was thinking," you started, running your hand up his arm. This made you want to vomit, but you knew you had to do this to help Emma. "maybe we should go back to your place?"
"You don't want to finish your drink?" he asked.
"No, we can get some at your house, can't we?"
"I guess I have a few things, vodka, tequila, beer."
"Alright, let's go." You grabbed his hand and you started walking to his car. You took a deep, shaky breath as you entered the passenger side. You closed the door, hoping this wouldn't cost you your life.
"Damn Halstead," Adam said, "your sister's good."
"Shut up," both Jay and Will said at the same time. If you weren't undercover, you would've laughed at them having the same response even though they weren't together at the moment.
Jay and Hailey entered Jay's truck, then proceeded to velcro their vests on over their clothes. "Jay, Hailey, you following?" Voight asked.
"Copy that," Jay said as he started his truck and began to drive. He knew he should be off this case, but here he was, adam's apple bobbing up and down, trying to stop from breaking down. It's his little sister in that car with a rapist. His little sister who he swore to protect from the moment she was born. His little sister who saw him as more of a father than their actual one. His little sister who used to come to him in the middle of the night for help finding her teddy bear when Will stole it. His little sister who he taught to drive. His little sister, who he was terrified to lose to this monster of a man.
"You okay?" Hailey asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine," he lied.
"No, you're not." Hailey paused, not wanting to pick a fight with him. "I know you're worried about her, Jay. But, we'll protect her. None of us will let anything happen to her. I promise."
"You can't make promises you can't keep, Hailey."
Back in the van, Will was seeing everything. And he wanted to explode. He saw Y/N clench her jaw the moment his hand touched her thigh, but then quickly regain her composure for the sake of the case. He knew she was uncomfortable, and it broke him that he couldn't do anything to stop it. It was his little sister in there. His little sister who he helped with her homework. His little sister who always stole his coffee. His little sister who spam texted him at four in the morning when she knew he had to be up for a long shift during his residency to make sure he wasn't late. His little sister who he had held as she cried when Jay left for his second tour in Afganistan. His little sister, who he couldn't allow anything bad to happen to.
"Where are we going?" Y/N asked, looking around at the rundown industrial part of the city they were entering.
"I make my own beer, so I'm just gonna make a quick pitstop," he answered as they pulled in behind an empty warehouse.
"I'm not so sure--"
In one swift motion, he pulled a gun from his waistband and held it to Y/N's head. The team heard a gasp through their wires.
"What's going on in there, Kevin?" Voight asked.
"He's got a gun to her head, Sarge."
"Screw the safe word, I'm moving in!" Jay yelled, but Hailey grabbed his hand.
"Halstead stand down! She hasn't said the safe word yet, so we are not moving in. Is that clear?" No answer. "I said, is that clear?" Voight repeated.
"Clear," Jay mumbled.
"Scream and I will blow your brains outta your pretty little head," Mason growled, pushing the gun further into your temple. "Now hold out your hands."
You held out your shaking hands and he put zip ties around your wrists. Tight, effectively tying them together.
Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all.
"Move." He pushed you forward and you walked through the black night and into the empty warehouse.
"Please," you pleaded as he pushed you forward still. "Please just let me go and we can pretend none of this happened."
"Too late now. I thought you wanted this." A sick smirk appeared on his face.
In your silent panicky state, you didn't see that there was a pipe on the floor and you tripped over it, scraping up your shin and barely catching yourself with your zip tied hands. You hissed as you hit the ground with a thud. "Didn't see that there, oops," Mason said sarcastically.
In the few seconds on the floor you had left, you reached into your dress and pulled out the lipstick, trying to upcap it while being discreet. Once you got the cap off, you tried to discreetly hide it in your hand, but were roughly pulled up by your hair, causing you to yelp and drop the knife.
"You stupid bitch!" he roared. "You thought you could try and get away from me!"
"No, no, I- I promise. I must've grabbed that by mistake when I grabbed my lipstick."
"Bullshit." Before you could react, you felt his fist connect with the side of your face.
You fell to the ground once more, catching yourself with your tied hands once more. But this time, it was harder, like you wrenched your wrist the wrong way. The pain stopped almost immediately though when you felt his boot-clad foot kick your back, effectively knocking the wind out of you and leaving you gasping for breath.
"I can't listen to this," Jay said, pulling out his wire.
"Jay, what are you--"
"Hailey, just tell me when she says the safe word or when we're told to move in, okay? I can't listen to him beat my sister."
Hailey sighed. "Okay, but you have to put it back in as soon as I tell you to."
"Fine," Jay huffed.
"What's her location?" Voight asked.
"As far as we know, they're still in the main space of the warehouse," Kim answered, looking at the video feed from the camera that was embedded in your dress. "They entered through the front, can you see a side or back entrance?"
"Ruzek and I got a side entrance. Upton and Halstead, I need you to go find a back entrance. And bring the snipers. Atwater and Burgess, you take the front. Stay on video for now. I'll tell you two when to exit the van and move in."
"Wire," Hailey said as she handed Jay's wire back to him. "Voight said to find a back entrace and bring the snipers."
Jay put his wire back in and they exited the truck and grabbed the snipers, in search of a back entrance.
You were roughly pushed down to the ground. He held you there. He reached for your dress and ripped it.
You felt your heart beating in your chest, but couldn't do anything except look into the eyes of your captor. You saw his blond hair wave wildly about as he breathed heavily with adrenaline and watched his lips twitch into a sick smirk. You wanted to kick him, try and fight back. But you couldn't, it was like you were frozen. You parted your lips to scream, but he covered your mouth, effectively shutting you up. It wouldn't have mattered anyway; you were frozen in your current state of shock.
"Sarge, something's wrong," Kevin said. "He pushed her to the gound, and ripped off her dress, but she didn't fight back. At all. She didn't even try to say the safe word before he covered her mouth."
"Frozen," Hank muttered to himself.
"What?" Ruzek asked.
"She's freezing!" he yelled into his radio. "There's fight and flight but there's also freeze, we gotta move in! Now!"
You stared up at James Mason. He kissed your neck roughly and then took his hand off your mouth and fiddled with the zipper of his pants.
"No," you whispered, almost inaudible, as that was as loud as your body would allow your voice to go. It took all your strength to yell, "Vodka--"
"Chicago PD!"
James Mason was ripped away from you, but you were still frozen.
You screamed as someone touched your arm. "Please, no, please," you begged.
"Y/N, Y/N come back," you heard someone say in a soft voice. "It's me, it's Jay, you're safe Short Stack, we're here."
At the mention of your nickname, a switch flipped inside you and you had control over your body again. "Jay?" You looked up.
"It's me."
"Y/N, I'm gonna cut these off you. Hold still, okay?" Burgess said and then cut the zip ties off your wrists.
"Here." Kevin quickly handed you his shirt to cover yourself up with.
"Thank you," you whispered, holding back tears.
"Can you stand up?" Jay asked a minute later.
You slowly nodded, taking his hand to help you stand up.
"We're gonna get you back to the district and let Will have a look at you, okay?"
Jay wrapped a hand protectively around your waist as he, Hailey, and you exited the building.
"Y/N!" Will yelled, running towards you. His loud voice made you flinch, which didn't go unnoticed by Hailey or Jay who shared a look.
He slightly crouched down to your height and enveloped you in one of the tightest hugs he had ever given and that you had ever received. "Ow," you squeaked as his arms wrapped around the very place Mason had kicked you.
"Sorry," he said, quickly letting go. "Pain scale, one to ten?"
"I- I don't know," you answered, the adrenaline haven't worn off yet.
"Let's get back to the district," Hailey said.
You all got into Jay's truck, with Jay and Hailey in the front, Jay driving of course, and you and Will in the back. You snuggled into Will's side, finally starting to realize how cold it was. Will started to move, but you whined. "Please don't leave me," you whispered.
"I'm not leaving you, I'm just giving you my jacket."
You nodded and Will removed his jacket and draped it over your legs. He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you closer.
"I'm sorry," you started to cry, the adrenaline finally starting to wear off.
"You have nothing to be sorry for, nothing at all," Will reassured you.
"If I would've said the safe word earlier--"
"Y/N, you were frozen. There was nothing you could do." Jay said, trying to keep his attention focused on the road. "None of this is your fault."
***
"I have an emergency overnight bag in my locker," Hailey said as soon as you entered Intelligence. "Come with me."
Slowly, you followed her into the locker room, to be met with a few beat cops. "Everybody out! Now!" Hailey commanded.
A few seconds later, it was only you and Hailey sitting in the locker room. "I was so scared," you said to Hailey, feeling a familiar lump begin to rise in your throat. "He almost- If I didn't- Hailey!" you wailed.
"Shhh, shhh, it's okay, it's okay." She paused. "Can I hug you?" she asked, knowing that the only people who touched you since the encounter were your brothers.
You nodded and she gave you a side hug and rubbed your back. When you didn't stop crying, she wrapped you in a hug and swayed back and forth. You ended up swaying along, too. You laughed.
"What's so funny?" she asked quietly.
"My mom used to do this to me when I was little. She said it was the only thing that actually calmed me down."
You stayed like that a moment longer. "I think I should change so that Will can check me out."
"I'll keep watch and make sure no one else comes in here."
When Hailey left the locker room, she was met with the Halstead brothers. Jay was crying. She'd never seen him cry before.
"The minute she yelled out Hailey, I just lost it, Will. If I would've just went in earlier, I could've stopped it. I'm supposed to protect her."
"We both are, Jay."
"Well, we both did a shitty job!"
Will reacted faster than he thought he could, catching Jay's hand before it slammed into the wall. "Y/N is right inside there. Don't do that."
Jay took a deep breath and just nodded. "Will?" The three turned when they heard a small voice.
"Hey kid," Will replied. "Let's get you patched up, okay?"
"Yeah."
"Me and Jay are gonna get some coffee," Hailey said. "Come get us if you need anything."
Will gave them a curt nod and then the two of you walked into the locker room. He unzipped his medical bag. After putting on some gloves, he walked over to the sink and got a washcloth wet. "Tell me if it's too hot, okay?"
"Okay."
He began to wipe the dried blood away from the left side of your face and then proceeded to put butterfly bandaids on both your eyebrow and cheekbone. "Follow the light with your eyes, don't turn your head."
You did as he said and followed the flashlight with your eyes. "Can you roll up your sweatpants?" he asked. "Just so I can take a look at your shin. That looked like a pretty nasty fall."
"You were watching?"
"Unfortunately, yes."
"Since you saw, do you- do you know why I froze?" you asked weakly, looking down at your feet. "I thought I was stronger than that."
"Hey, hey, look at me, Y/N." You looked up at your brother. "You are one of the strongest people I know, okay? I don't know anyone else who would volunteer to do what you just did. You're a hero, Y/N. A true hero."
"Then why did I freeze up?"
"Everybody reacts to anxiety-provoking or traumatizing events differently. Some people just freeze. It's nothing to be ashamed of; it's just how your nervous system was wired."
He put a bandaid on your shin and felt around the area, causing you to wince. "The good news is that nothing's broken. But, you'll probably have some bruising tomorrow." You nodded in response. "We just gotta make sure we ice it. Now, I'm gonna have to lift up your shirt to look at your back," Will warned you.
"Can we get Hailey?"
"Of course."
He stood up and began to walk towards the door, when you stopped him. "I- I don't wanna be alone." You stood up and walked to him.
He wrapped his arm back around you again. "Don't worry, I'll protect you. You're also in a building full of cops, so I think you're in one of the safest places in the city."
You and your brother entered the bullpen, to be faced with all of Intelligence knee-deep in paperwork. "Hailey, can we borrow you for a sec?" Will asked.
"'Course."
"Okay, all I need you to do is lift up the back of Y/N's shirt...well, Kevin's shirt," Will said once the three were back in the locker room.
"I'm gonna lift this up now," Hailey told you. You nodded, letting her know you were ready.
Soon enough, you felt a stethoscope on your back. "Deep breath." You did so and then repeated the action a few times while Will moved the stethoscope around. "Lung sounds are good."
"So, no hospital?" you asked hopefully.
"No hospital, just lots of ice. You can put her shirt down now."
You stifled a yawn, exhaustion finally hitting you after the night you had. "I'll go get Jay and see if Voight'll let him leave. I don't see it being a problem," Hailey said before leaving.
"Hey Sarge, think you could let Jay get out of here?" Hailey asked.
"I gave him the option of leaving as soon as he came back in here."
"Why'd they need you?" Jay butted in.
"I just needed to lift up Y/N's shirt while Will checked out her back. And, no, she doesn't have to go to the hospital. But, she's exhausted."
"Sarge?"
"Go home, Jay."
***
"Y/N, you need to eat something," Jay pleaded.
You had been home for half an hour and all you had done was take a shower. Now you were staring down Jay because eating was the last thing you wanted to do. All you wanted to do was go in your room and sob into your pillow while Will was asleep on the living room couch and Jay was asleep in the room across from yours. You were afraid that if you ate something, you'd just end up throwing it up if you cried too hard...very irrational, but that was your thought process. And, besides, you weren't hungry anyway.
"I'm not hungry," you answered, moving the ice pack around on your shin.
"Listen, I don't care what you eat. Hell, you can eat Oreos for all I care."
"We have Oreos?"
"I hid them on the top shelf so you won't eat all of them because they're your favorite," Jay answered, heading over to the cabinet and grabbing the package. He put them back on the table, pulling them open. You took three and started to eat them.
"I'm gonna go to bed now," you said a few minutes later once you had finished the Oreos.
Will exited the bathroom at that exact moment. "You sure you don't wanna have a sleepover in the living room like we used to when we were little?" Will asked, going into big brother mode once again.
"I'm sure. I just want my own bed. Goodnight."
It had been a few hours and you had finally fallen into a restless sleep. Will was currently asleep on the couch, but Jay wasn't in his room like you expected him to be. He was sitting outside your room, drinking a cup of coffee. It was enough that it would keep him awake, but if he really wanted to sleep, he'd actually be able to. Jay knew how bad nightmares could be. He also knew how to wake someone out of a nightmare without getting himself injured if they tried to punch him, so he figured it would be best if he stayed up, just in case.
He started to hear more tossing and turning coming from your oom. It wasn't the usual sounds of someone trying to get in a comfortable sleeping position...even if they did have multiple injuries to contend with. It was the sound of not having conscious control of movement.
Slowly, as to not wake you yet, Jay opened your door. As he moved closer to you, he could see that your eyes were moving back and forth beneath your eyelids, a telltale sign of REM sleep, aka a dream sleep. Or, in your case, nightmare sleep.
"Y/N," he whispered. "Y/N, wake up." Gently, he touched your shoulder, causing you to jolt awake, your breathing jagged. "Y/N, it's just me. You're at home, it was all a dream," he quickly said.
"Jay?" you asked, darting your eyes around your dark room.
"Yeah." He noticed your breathing still hadn't evened out. "Breathe with me, okay?" Then, he overexaggerated his inhales and exhales, effectively getting your breathing back to normal. "You want the lights on?"
"Please."
Jay turned on your light and the sight he was met with absolutely broke his heart. Your eyes were red and puffy from crying and you had dark circles under your eyes from exhaustion. "I'm so tired. Why can't I just sleep?" you began to cry, this time it wasn't from fear or coming down from adrenaline, it was from pure exhaustion.
Jay sat on the other side of your bed. When you moved to push yourself up, you winced, pain shooting through your right wrist. "What's wrong? Is it your back? Leg?"
"No, it's my wrist," you answered. "I must've hit it harder than I thought when I fell."
"Need me to wake up Will?" you shook your head, no, you could move it. It was just sore and putting weight on it hurt, but you knew it wasn't broken or fractured. It didn't take a medical degree for you to know that. "Okay, I'll go get you some ice and ibuprofen."
Jay left your room and you stood up and grabbed a book from your bookshelf.
He came back into your room, carrying a glass of water, ice, a bottle of pills, and to your surprise, Oreos and a jar of peanut butter. "Figured a late-night snack never hurt anyone," he said, sitting down next to you once again.
"Thought you hated Oreos and peanut butter," you said, unscrewing the lid to the PB jar.
"I do, but you like it...even though it's disgusting."
"You can thank The Parent Trap for that one."
Jay chuckled but then sighed. "Listen, Y/N, if you have nightmares, you can always talk to me about them, okay?"
"Yeah." You shrugged.
"And I'm not just saying this because I'm your brother and it's my job," he continued. "I'm saying this because I know how it is."
"What do you mean?" you asked, furrowing your eyebrows while grabbing another oreo and dipping it in peanut butter.
"Remember when I got home from overseas and I wouldn't let you stay over late?"
"Yeah, always thought that was weird. But why are you bringing this up?"
"Because," he paused, wondering if he should actually tell you. "I'd have nightmares. And, if someone tried to wake me up, sometimes I'd still think I was there and I'd throw a few punches. I didn't want you over at night because I didn't want you to wake me up because I didn't want to hurt you.
"And, I didn't mean for it to go as far as it did tonight. I wanted to move in, but I couldn't--"
"I told Hailey to leave me in."
"You what?"
"I told Hailey to let him get rough with me before moving in. I just wanted you guys to have enough evidence so that Emma didn't have to testify against him."
"Testify? Y/N, what are you talking about?"
"I know how this goes, Jay. Not enough evidence, equals no case. And, we both know how hard rape cases are to prove. It's a he said she said. I- I just, I couldn't let my best friend relive the worst night of her life."
"Y/N, once we get him into interrogation tomorrow, he could take a deal. You don't know it's gonna go to trial."
You grabbed the pills next to you and popped an ibuprofen. "I know, but I knew I had to try and protect Emma...just like you and Will always try and protect me."
"When did you get so grown up?" Jay asked, putting an arm around you.
You shrugged, you wanted to say when your dad died, but you knew Jay didn't have the best relationship with him--neither did you for that matter--so you decided not to go there.
Jay looked down at the book next to you. "Prisoner of Azkaban? Thought you read it already?"
"I've read all of them. I thought, maybe you could read it to me? Like you did when I was little?"
You forgot how old you were when it started. You had to be in bed by eight o'clock on school nights, much to your dismay because as far as you knew, both of your brothers could stay up as late as they wanted. One night, you couldn't sleep and you knew your parents would just put you back to bed, so you peeked into Will's room. He was sitting on his desk, writing in a notebook. Assuming he was doing homework and not wanting to bug him, you hugged your teddy bear to your chest and walked to Jay's room, seeing as his light was still on as well.
Upon hearing his door creak open, Jay looked up from what he was reading. "Now what are you doing up?" Jay asked with a smile. "It's past your bedtime."
"But I'm not tired, Jay Jay," you whined, climbing on his bed to sit next to him. "That's a big book," you said, referring to the chapter book he held in his hands.
"It is. But you'll be able to read them soon, too!"
"I will?" you asked, cuddling your teddy bear, who you had named Teddy, to your chest. You looked up at your big brother with wide, hopeful eyes.
"Yes, you will."
"Will you read to me?"
"But you don't know what the book is about, silly."
"Then what's it about?" you asked curiously.
"It's about a wizard named Harry who has friends, Ron and Hermoine, and they have to fight the bad guys."
"Oooooh," you said excitedly. "Read it to me, Jay Jay."
"But we have to be quiet so we don't wake up Mommy and Daddy. Because then you have to go to your room."
"Okay, shhh," you put a finger to your lips.
"That's right, shhh," he mimicked, reopening his book to the previous page he was on.
You snuggled down into the covers with Teddy and listened to Jay tell you the story of Harry Potter and this guy named Sirius. Within five pages though, you were asleep.
"Course I'll read to you," he answered, taking an Oreo.
"Mine," you joked, swatting his hand away.
"Last I checked, I bought them. And, you didn't even know we had them until earlier."
You huffed. "Fine."
And just like when you were little, you fell asleep within one chapter.
***
"I'm here to see Intelligence," Emma said as she walked up to the desk sergeant in the 21st District the next morning.
"And you are?" Trudy Platt asked, annoyance laced in her voice, after all, it was only 8:30 on a Monday morning.
"Uh, I'm Emma. I'm here to make an ID," she answered timidly.
"Oh, so you're Emma!" Emma gave Platt a confused look, how did she know who she was? "Y/N's here a lot, so I've heard a lot of good things about you. You two are thick as thieves."
"That we are," Emma answered with a small smile.
Platt picked up the phone and dialed Jay's extension. "Halstead, Emma's down here to see you."
"Copy that, be right there," he answered. Then, he turned to Hailey. "Emma's here to make an ID. Mind telling Voight to get a lineup ready?"
"Got it," Hailey answered and then Jay left the bullpen.
"Hey, Emma," he said as he jogged downstairs. Normally he'd go and hug her since she was like another little sister to him and Will because of how long she and you had been best friends, but after everything that had happened, he knew to keep his distance.
"Hey, Jay," she answered.
"Where's your mom?"
"Oh, she got called in. You know how it is for first responders," Emma shrugged. Her mom was a paramedic and was first on scene, so Jay understood how demanding it was.
"Are you sure you're okay to do this alone?" Jay asked, concerned once they were up in the bullpen. "I can always text Y/N so that she can be here with you?"
"No, thanks though."
"Hailey, lineup ready?" Jay asked.
"Yeah, Voight's in there already. I'll come with you."
Jay and Hailey led Emma into the room. "You can see them, but they can't see you," Jay told her. "Just take as long as you need; there's no rush." Emma nodded. "Ready?"
"Ready as I'll ever be," Emma answered nervously.
Voight knocked on the glass and Kevin let the men in the lineup enter. Emma looked at them one by one, her heart beating out of her chest. When her eyes landed on number three, her breath hitched and she turned to Jay. "Number three."
"Are you sure?" He put a hand on Emma's shoulder comfortingly, just like he'd do for Y/N if she were here.
"I'm positive. I'm gonna--"
Before she could finish her sentence, Jay's black t-shirt had vomit dripping down the front. Y/N has nightmares, Emma vomits. That's how it's always been, whenever Emma got overwhelmed or nervous, she'd puke. Same for Y/N, but with nightmares.
"I'm so sorry, Jay," she apologized, feeling tears of embarrassment prick her eyes.
"Hey, it's okay, it's okay," he rushed, not wanting to make her feel even the slightest bit bad. "This isn't even the worst thing I've been covered in. I've got a change of clothes in my locker, so don't worry about it."
"C'mon, Emma," Hailey said. "Let's get you some water."
***
You were brushing your teeth when your phone vibrated on the counter next to you.
I just puked on your brother. Please come down now.
"Oh my God," you laughed after spitting out your toothpaste and then leaving the bathroom.
"Well that's a nice sound," Will said as he sat at the table, sipping his morning coffee. After everything that happened last night, he didn't know if he'd ever hear his little sister laugh again because all he's heard since last night are her worried voice and quiet sobs.
"Emma just puked on Jay!"
Will almost choked on his coffee. "Did someone get a picture?"
"Probably not. Good to leave in 15?" Jay didn't want you driving alone after what happened last night, and since you didn't get a lot of sleep, you didn't blame him for that. So, Will was going to drop you off at the district before his shift at Med started. He tried to get someone to cover it, but it was the middle of flu season, so no one could.
Will nodded and half an hour later you walked into the district. "Hey Trudy," Will said, waving to the desk sergeant. "Buzz us up?"
For once, Trudy didn't give either of you a snide remark, she just unlocked the gate to the bullpen and let you up.
"Sleep at all?" Kim asked as soon as she saw you.
"Not really," you answered truthfully. "Anyone know where Emma is?"
"Last I saw she was in the breakroom with Hailey and your brother." Will looked up. "Your other brother, the one who works here," Kim specified.
"Thanks, Kim."
You entered the breakroom to see Emma sitting at the table on her phone with Jay and Hailey. "Hey, Em," you said as you sat down next to her.
"Hey," she answered.
"I gotta go," Will said.
"Thanks for bringing her. Now go save some lives," Jay said and then hugged his brother.
Emma furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. "You didn't drive yourself?"
"Why don't you guys go grab yourselves coffee or something? On me," Jay said and then pulled out his wallet and handed you some money.
You knew what this was. He wanted you and Emma to have a chance to talk alone without the threat of people walking in on your conversation. "Can we take your truck? It's freezing out, Jay," you said.
"You've never driven it before," he pointed out. "And, are you sure you're awake enough to drive?"
"I'll be fine. The coffee shop is just a few blocks away."
He sighed and pulled out his keys. "Fine, but no speeding."
"Copy that, detective," you joked, causing him to roll his eyes. "You want anything? This is more than enough to get us coffee and you and Hailey something, too."
"Yeah, sure. Surprise me. Hailey likes--"
"Just black. I know. Thanks for the money."
Then, you exited the district with Emma behind you. "What was that all about? Why was he so worried about you? I mean, more worried than usual that is," Emma said once both of you were safely inside Jay's truck.
"Are you sleeping?" you asked, trying to change the subject.
"Yeah, it's just hard to get to sleep."
"Well, if you need to talk, call me okay? I barely slept at all last night."
"What? Why?
You sighed, knowing there was no way you could get out of this conversation. And, you knew that Emma deserved the truth and she deserved to hear it from you. But, if you were going to tell this story, you knew that you shouldn't be driving while doing so. "They needed more proof to charge the guy that raped you, Emma. So, I volunteered to go undercover."
"Y/N, you didn't."
"I did. I'm fine though."
"Is that why your makeup is so thick on one side? Did he hit you?"
"I guess I'm telling you the whole story, then." And so, before you even started driving, you told your best friend everything that happened to you.
Meanwhile, back inside, Jay and Hailey were giving James Mason hell on your behalf. "Lawyer," Mason stated calmly.
"The minute you get a lawyer in here, James, all of your help from us goes out the window, so if I were you, I'd start talking," Hailey told him, crossing her arms.
"Lawyer."
"Listen here, Mason," Jay spat. "We have you on video hitting and trying to rape that girl from last night. We have you on video trying to give alcohol to said girl who is a minor. So if I were you, I'd talk. Not that you're going to get a deal, though."
"What part do you not understand? The law or the yer?" He moved to stand up, but Jay roughly shoved him back down.
"Sit your ass back down now."
"This is police misconduct!" he yelled. "I'll sue all of you!"
"Yeah, good luck with that. It's awfully hard to sue from a prison cell. And that's where you're gonna be spending the rest of your life."
Hailey pulled out some pictures. It was Emma in the hospital after she had been raped. "You recognize her?"
"Never seen her before," he said, not even glancing at the picture.
"Look at the damn pictures!" Jay slammed his hands on the table. He wanted to break this prick's neck, but he didn't want to lose his job over this prick either.
Mason looked down at the pictures and he started to smirk. "Don't know her."
"Yeah, that look on your face says otherwise. And, the DNA we got from under her fingernails says that you were the person who did this."
"That's impossible!" He yelled, jumping out of his seat.
"And why is that?" Jay's face was so close to Mason's that Mason could almost feel the spit coming from Jay's mouth as he yelled back at him.
"Because she was tied up!"
"We never mentioned anything about her being tied up, James. And, that sounds like something only the person who did this would know," Hailey said calmly, knowing that they had him. James Mason sat back down.
"You know what they do in prison to people like you?" Jay asked rhetorically. "As soon as word gets out about your charges, one of the big tough guys in there is gonna make you his bitch. They don't like rapists in prison, Mason. They'll get you in the showers, anywhere. They'll use anything they can find, a mop, soap, anything. But, if you cooperate with us, we'll make sure that you don't have to go into general population and that what I just mentioned won't happen. So, what do you say?"
"Fine!" Mason yelled. "I did it! I raped her and I enjoyed it, too! Seeing her struggle just made it even better and seeing the fear in her eyes when I held the gun to her head and told her that if she screamed, she'd die, well that was the best part."
Jay roughly pulled him back up. "C'mon, let's go."
Emma had stopped to go the bathroom but said she'd meet you back up in the bullpen as soon as she was done. You started to walk up the stairs when you heard someone yelling, telling another person to move. It sounded like your brother.
You looked up and it was as if you had forgotten how to move. Right in front of you, stood the man who did all of those horrible things to you last night. You wanted to run away, to spit in his face, anything to get away from him, but you couldn't move. You were shocked you hadn't dropped the drink carrier you were holding, either.
"You bitch!" He yelled.
Before Jay knew it, he swung. He didn't care that there were cameras or that he was a cop. At that moment, you mattered more to him than this job. No one called you a bitch in front of your brother and got away with it.
"Jay!" Voight yelled. "Let go!"
Jay let go of Mason and roughly pushed him over to Voight. Gently, he grabbed your arm. "Y/N, can you come upstairs with me?" he asked quietly.
"What?" you had snapped out of your frozen state but hadn't registered what Jay had said.
"I asked if you can come upstairs with me?"
"Uh, yeah. Here's your coffee by the way," you handed him the caramel mocha you had picked out for him.
"This tastes more like hot chocolate than coffee," he joked.
"I promise it's got caffeine. And, I'll go ask Platt for that footage to be erased. She likes me more than you."
***
It's been a week since everything has happened and you and Emma were slowly coming to terms with the fact that what happened, happened. You still got nightmares and Emma still had trouble sleeping, so she drank coffee like it was water. Jay finally felt comfortable to leave you alone, after changing the pin to the safe, though. He knew what thoughts went through people's heads when they went through a major trauma like you and Emma. And, he didn't want to lose either of you.
Voight walked upstairs to Intelligence and he did not look happy, to say the least. "Halstead. Upton. My office," he ordered.
Both gave the other a confused look but followed their boss.
"What's up, Sarge?" Jay asked as he closed the door.
"What's up? What's up is we don't have a case!" Voight practically yelled but quieted down because he didn't want the rest of the unit to think something was wrong, not yet anyway.
"We just got a case this morning. What are you--"
Voight slammed his hands on his desk. "Not this case, dammit! Your sister's case!"
"We got a confession! What's wrong with it?" Hailey asked, watching as Jay clenched his jaw in frustration.
"He asked for a lawyer and you didn't give him one!"
"That's never stopped us before! And it's damn rich coming from you!" Jay pointed an accusing finger at his boss.
"Jay," Hailey said, placing a hand on his chest and gently pushing him back before he did something he'd later regret. "So, what happened, Sarge?"
"What happened is that we needed that confession."
"We have the DNA from under Emma's fingernails and it's a match to Mason's. And we have a positive ID from the lineup," Hailey said, wondering how the hell they needed that confession to make the case when they had two pieces of evidence against him.
"The problem is that his lawyer's arguing that the DNA under the nails was from consensual sex and the lineup is just because she saw him before! We can still make Y/N's case because we have video and audio evidence of the entire thing, but there's no case against Mason when it comes to her friend."
"So, we bring him back in, this time with his lawyer," Jay suggested.
"No. You're way too close this case, Jay," Voight told his detective.
"So what do we do?" Hailey asked.
"Emma will have to testify."
"Testify?" Jay ran a hand down his face and walked across the room and sat on the couch. "You saw what happened when she made a positive ID, Sarge. She can't go through that again. And, Y/N will have to testify too since she's a material witness. We can't put them through this. We just can't."
"How much would he get if we just press charges for Y/N's case?" Hailey asked.
"With the attempted sexual charge, assault charge, and distribution of alcohol to a minor, he'd be looking at five years. But, he'd probably be out in three."
"Shit," Jay muttered. "I gotta go. I gotta be the one to break the news to the girls." He yanked Voight's office door open and quickly grabbed his coat.
"Hailey, go with him. And don't take no for an answer because I don't trust him enough to just tell them and do nothing."
"Copy you, Sarge."
Hailey left and grabbed her jacket, running down the stairs and out of the 21st, just in time to catch Jay. "I'm coming with you. And it's not up for discussion."
You and Emma were sitting on the living room floor, each working on your respective assignments for school when the door opened, causing both of you to jump. "Jay? Hailey? What are you guys doing here?" you asked, wondering why Jay was home at only nine in the morning and why Hailey was with him.
Jay grabbed a bowl from the cupboard and set it on the table. "What's that for?" you asked.
"Come sit at the table. Me and Hailey have to tell you something. Something really important. The bowl's for Emma."
"What's going on?" Emma asked as she sat down.
"We can't make your case against Mason," Hailey said.
"What do you mean you can't make the case?" you asked.
And then they launched into why they can't make the case. "So let me get this straight," you said after they finished. "We can't make the case because you fucked up?"
"We've done it hundreds of times, Y/N. It just didn't work this time," Jay said quietly.
"But Emma's case isn't just one of those hundreds, Jay! How did you let this happen? She's not gonna testify, and you know this!" you yelled, speaking as if Emma wasn't even there. "I mean look at her!" You motioned to Emma who was hunched over the bowl in front of her, trying to keep her food down.
Emma looked up. "How long would he get for what he did to Y/N?"
"He'd do three years," Hailey answered.
"Three years? That's it? That bastard deserves life!" You knew if it were any other day, Jay would've told you to watch your language. But, it wasn't just any other day.
"I know, I know he does, Y/N," Jay agreed loudly. "We'd get Peter Stone, one of the best attorneys around and he'd prep you and Emma so well that there's no way this case could go under!"
"Wait, Y/N has to testify, too?" Emma asked.
"As a material witness, yes, she would have to testify," Hailey answered.
"No, we're not doing this," Emma said adamantly. "Maybe he'll change in prison, okay? I can't put her through this."
"Emma, I can handle it. But, if you don't want to do this, just tell me. I won't blame you at all."
Emma took a deep, shaky breath. "I can't. I'm sorry." As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she jumped up and made a beeline for the bathroom.
"So, Mason does five years, out in three," Jay said, looking at his sister.
"That's it? You're just giving up?" you yelled, standing up and walking over to your brother.
"Y/N, there's nothing else we can do. I'm sorry."
"Oh don't give me that I'm sorry bullshit! You fucked this up, so you're gonna fucking fix it!"
***
"What'd she say?" Voight asked as soon as Hailey and Jay entered the district once more.
"She's not testifying," Hailey answered.
"Sarge, are you sure there's nothing else we can do? You know as well as I do that this monster doesn't deserve to take another breath as a free man."
"Listen, let me make some calls and I'll see what I can do."
Voight picked up his phone and dialed a familiar number. "Tyler, it's Hank Voight."
"Hey Hank, what can I do for you?" Tyler answered into one of the blue phones in the county jail.
"How's your son doing?"
"He doing good. I miss him though. My girl sent me some pictures of him yesterday though."
"That's good. That's really good. Mind if I see those pictures tomorrow during visiting hours?"
"It'd be a welcome visit, Hank."
***
"200k and we have a deal," Tyler said to Hank as they sat at one of the cold, metal tables in the visiting room.
"150," Voight argued, increasing the payout 50k.
Tyler sat there for a moment, thinking it over. "150k would be able to pay for his house or college. And, hey, I'm stuck here for life anyway. You got yourself a deal."
"Money'll be in a trust fund a few months after, just to be safe." The two shook on the deal and Hank left.
***
There was a knock at the door as you, Jay, and Emma were eating dinner. She had come over to your house once more to do homework and Jay picked up some food on his way home from work.
"I got it," Jay stood up and pushed his chair in.
"Sarge? What are you doing here?" Jay asked.
"Are the girls here?"
"Yeah, they both are. Come in. What's going on?"
"Hi, Y/N," Voight greeted you. "Emma, Sargent Hank Voight, we met a week ago."
"Yes, I remember you," Emma replied.
"What's up, Sarge? It's gotta be important if you came over here."
"James Mason was killed in county."
You dropped your fork. "What?" Jay asked, as stunned as both you and Emma. "When?"
"About an hour ago. I figured that you should be the first to know."
"Wow," Emma breathed out.
"I gotta go, though," Voight said.
Jay walked him to the door and followed him out onto the front steps. "Please tell me you didn't do what I think you did?" Jay asked.
"If you're asking me if I killed that man, no Jay, I didn't do that."
"Do you know who did?" Jay asked, not being able to believe that this was just a coincidence.
"Tyler," was all Voight said.
"Tyler? As in the Tyler we put away for a double homicide six months ago?"
"That's the one."
"And you had nothing to do with it? Because if IAD finds out anything against you--"
"Jay, I had nothing to do with it. Tyler must've found out the charges and killed him just like he killed the two men who raped his sister."
"You don't really expect me to believe that, do you?"
"He's gone, Jay. Those girls can sleep peacefully now. Just let it be and be there for Y/N. None of this will come back to me."
"Why didn't you tell me? I'd gladly put a bullet in that bastard's head!"
"I know you. You do everything with your heart. And that's what makes you a good cop, a good detective, and a great brother to your little sister, Jay. I know you couldn't live with yourself if you did it. Now, go back inside before your food gets cold."
Voight turned and left, leaving Jay wondering how the hell this happened. But he knew one thing: No one would find out about this. Y/N wanted justice for Emma and she got justice, even if it wasn't the right way to go about it.
Later that night, Emma fell asleep within fifteen minutes, the first time in a week and a half that she had fallen asleep that fast. Y/N slept soundly without any nightmares for the first time in a week and a half. And Jay slept in his own bed, instead of slumped against the hallway wall, waiting for the inevitable when he'd have to comfort his sister. He wouldn't admit it, but he was thankful for what Voight did for him. He always said family was everything and he was right. You were Jay's family and Jay was a member of Voight's Intelligence family. Because of this, you were a part of the Intelligence family, too. And, Voight would do anything for family...even if it meant putting 150k in a trust fund for Tyler's son so that you and Emma could both sleep through the night and move on with your lives.
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