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The first time they met, she had him pinned against the wall in minutes. That smart mouth of his always gets him in trouble. No man could get away with touching her ass, or looking at it for that matter. If Erin were to think about that moment now, she would laugh. That was the defining moment, the moment when everything changed. She hadn't ever had her own partner, not since being a rookie. It was her and Voight, no questions asked. Nobody dared question the relationship between the pair of them. They might have had assumptions, but they were never voiced.

Until Jay Halstead entered her life, she had noticed him from the beginning, any woman in her position would have. The difference being, she knew how to practise admiring from afar, when she walked up those stairs, she left her personal life behind, professional was what she strived for. It was the only way to survive in a place like this.

She knew in her heart that she would never be able to do it, date someone on the job. There was only a certain amount a girl could take, the job was demanding enough. She didn't need that stress outside of the badge. She'd told him that, the night they nearly kissed. She saw it in his eyes, he was hurt but he understood. She hated being that girl, the one who put everything into her work, but stepped into a completely different life as soon as her firearm left her pouch. She never wanted to be the kind of woman that shut herself off every night, not wanting to think about the bad, bad things she'd seen that day. But she had to, she wouldn't cope if she didn't.

The look on his face haunted her at night, when she closed her eyes and tried to forget the world. There he was, disappointed because of her. She hated it. They'd been through so much together, so many memories she wanted to forget, but she couldn't because he was in them and her mind didn't want to forget about him, it wasn't fair on her, it wasn't fair on Kelly or Jay but that's how it was.

She had a system, one that seemed to work. She knew what nights Jay would head to Molly's. Those were the days they stayed in, ordered take-away and made out to the sounds of the television. Despite whatever she felt for Jay, she was Kelly's girlfriend, and that wasn't a position she took lightly. She was serious about the handsome fireman, and he was serious about her. This was good, this was exactly what she needed, what she wanted.

The last time she saw Severide he had been rushing off on a call. She'd kissed him gently and off he ran. She remembered watching him race off with the other truck guys, just another day on the job, working like he did every other day, now all she could think about was whether or not she'd see him rush off to work again, if ever see him again at all.

It was a blur after that, the case was the last thing she could think of right now, not when her life was hanging in the balance. Sore and sorry she sat there searching for hope.

The room was dark, with only a small lamp in the far corner keeping their vision alive. The rope was fight against her wrists, her arms ached from being strapped to the arms of the chair. The only thing they could hear were the sounds of each other breathing. Erin tried kicking her legs in an attempt to loosen the binds around her legs. The idea was better in theory than in motion. She groaned, loudly.

Halstead turned his neck, he couldn't move too much, he couldn't turn around to face her. Their backs were against each other's, funnily enough this was the first time they'd been this alone in a while.

"Erin." He whispered, unsure of anyone listening in. She stopped her quest for escape, closed her eyes and sat there limply.

"What?" She growled, thrashing her arms around again.

"You're going to tire yourself out." He warned her, tapping his fingers against the end of his chair arm. He stared at the grey stone walls that surrounded them, he was trying to figure out exactly where they were.

Erin ran her tongue over the split in her lip. It stung, she gasped. She wanted to get these guys, she wanted to get them really badly but she knew Jay was right. She needed to calm down.

"How bad is it?" He asked, knowing they'd beat her. He'd been in the room, his head covered with a pillow case. He hadn't witnessed the end product, but he knew it was bad. It took a lot to break Lindsay, and although she was far from broken. He knew she was shaken.

"It's fine, I'm fine." She assured him bravely. Her eyes blinked back a small tear that threatened to fall. She wasn't going to cry, not here, not now.

"How big are these guys? Is it worth the fight?" He asked, intending to get the two of them out of there. He needed a plan, he needed a course of action.

"They have guns, we need to get the guns." She told him, trying to piece together everything that she saw.

"How many guys were there?" He asked, squinting his eyes, trying to adjust to the lack of light.

She thought deeply, retracing the events. She counted, but she couldn't be sure. "Four, maybe five?" She guessed, not entirely sure. Her memory was hazy at best.

"Okay." He responded quietly, she knew he was trying to figure out how he would take them, how they could take on these thugs. She just didn't like the idea of him getting hurt in the process.

They'd taken their phones and their weapons. Even their vests, it wasn't looking good for the pair of them at all.

"Jay." She whispered, so quietly it was a wonder he even heard it.

"Yeah?" He asked, trying to turn around.

"Be careful."

He nodded, and even though she couldn't see him, she knew he had heard her.

She was just holding onto the hope that Voight would save them the trouble of having to fight for their lives.

"What have you got for me?" Voight barked into the radio, Antonio knew that this turn of events was going to turn Voight into a monster; he just wasn't counting on having to be the one he took it out on.

"Surveillance cameras picked up something, a black van with the windows blacked out. No number plate, it's definitely our guys." He said rather calmly, this was effecting the entire unit, their own had been kidnapped, Antonio figured he had to be the one calm member of their team if they were going to take down the bastards that did this.

"Alright, I want you and Hal-Atwater to look into it." Voight told him, frightened by his own mistake. Lindsay wasn't the only one whose life was at risk, Jay was in there too. "Call in if you find anything." He quickly added.

"Will do." Antonio promised, ending the call with a sigh.

Voight opened the door of his car, slammed the door closed and shoved his keys into his pockets. This side of town was what most of us would call dodgy, but Voight walked across the street like he was walking down a runway. This was his town after all.

He zoned in on a couple of guys, he turned around checking to see who was watching, one of the guys slipped him a wad of bills, he nodded, shoving the roll into his other pocket.

"Know anything about a hit going down tonight?" He asked, eyeballing the younger of the two men.

"I might know something." The little punk teased, but Voight was having none of that, he grabbed the kid by the neck and slammed him against the wall, his grip tightened every time he heard the guy squeak.

"Those scumbags took one of my own, now if you know something, it'd be smart to spit it out now, any more funny business and I'll make sure you never get a word in edgeways again." He promised sadistically.

"Ease up aight, my boy don't know anything. He's just playing."

Voight let go of the kid, cracking his knuckles to remind the pair that he meant business.

"You hear anything; I'm your first phone call." He told them, "Unless you don't want me to be your first call when you're locked up for dealing." He threatened, adjusting his jacket in the process. The pair nodded, scared out of their wits, he turned his back to them, striding back to his car. This was his city, and nobody was going to get away with taking one of his own. No matter how tough they think they are.

Erin's breath caught in her throat, footsteps grew louder, closer every second. "Jay?" She whispered, "Don't do anything yet okay?" She begged him, he sighed, they were partners. He didn't want to upset her.

"Alright." He whispered back, just as the clanging of the door hitting the concrete wall interrupted them. Erin looked up at the perps with wide eyes, two of them passed her, moving toward Jay. He screamed out as they shoved his head into a sack, the other two moved toward her, she spat at them, as they tried to do the same. "Go to hell!" She yelled as they gagged her, shoving her head into a sack as well. She tried kicking and making their job difficult. Her legs were fastened together tightly, her hands tied behind her back. She imagined Jay was in the same predicament but she didn't want to imagine.

Without the advantage of sight, the pair could only rely on what they could hear, the sound of hushed voices, the running of a car engine and the opening of car doors, Erin let out a tiny groan as she was thrown into what she assumed was the back of a van. The sound of a male groan accompanied her, she felt around the best she could with the restraints on her hands and feet. She grabbed hold of what she soon found out to be a finger. "Are you okay?" Jay whispered, he hadn't been gagged like she had. All she could do was squeak. "Squeeze my finger, once for no, twice for yes." He told her, he waited. She didn't move. "Erin?" He whispered.

Squeeze.

Squeeze.