Hi, another story and my first from this fandom! This plot bunny was born after too many nights re-watching all of the episodes of Chicago PD especially the ones where Justin was involved. And then this was born.

This story is running from Season 1-4 without Season 5 as otherwise this story goes on forever and those were in my opinion the better series. Also there is no fixed episode timeline though certain episodes will have an chapter dedicated to it but please don't be surprised if there are certain episodes that are skipped over.

Disclaimer-Nothing is mine but Bridget.

Also spelling and grammar is not the best thing that I can do so any inaccuracies and I apologise.

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Bridget

This is the story of Bridget Camille Voight. Hank's daughter and Justin's sister through the ups and downs and the episodes. Season 1-Season 4. Loose timeline.

Chapter 1-Something Happened.

In which our characters are introduced.

Bridget did not get the update from social media (or that damned blinking thing on your phone that never goes off—as her Dad would call it) until after lunch. She had a study period and had checked her phone under the pretext of using it as a calculator before she tackled a truly nasty algebra homework. It was times like this that she wished Lexi was with her as she was the only one who seemed to understand how letters and numbers worked together but Lexie was in history a lesson that Bridget was passing with flying colours and Lexi was not.

Anyway she flicked through the updates on her news app and her accounts and then she saw it. Another Chicago cop had been killed and this time it had been one of the Intelligence Squad.

For a second Bridget Camille Voight had thought her heart had genuinely stopped beating. For a long second she sat there in her seat watching as the world blurred and then the second the teacher's back was turned she picked up her stood and made for the girl's loo without looking back.

There was a pause where she stood there before she took out her phone and then she flipped down until she saw her Dad's number. Still she paused for another second. She had to think about weather or not she wanted to ring. Bridget's father had always said if it was an emergency that nothing should hold her back from calling but she was also not stupid. She was a cop's daughter and this was not the first time that she had lived through one of them dying and the panic and the worry that it ensued.

But still.

Eventually she bit the bullet (so to speak) she pressed call.

It rang once.

"I'm fine" her Dad, Sergeant Hank Voight of the Intelligence Department of the Chicago PD said before she could even speak. Bridget leaned against the wall of the bathroom and she took a deep breath. The article had said that there was someone dead and she knew enough about the press to know that they were bound to report some of the truth.

"Who" she said through slightly gritted teeth. Her Dad understood what she was asking about instantly.

"Jules" he said finally after a second of silence. Bridget closed her eyes for a second. She had only met the blonde detective once but she had always been nice and she had seen the photo's off the husband and the two kids and the perfect life.

She swallowed bitterly for a second and then she nodded to herself before she realised that he couldn't hear her over the phone.

"I'm sorry" she said and she was. Like Bridget had said to many a person before she was a cops kid through and through and she knew the loss that one person was feeling was a loss that many of them were feeling but a part of her also knew that she was nothing short of relieved that it was the mother of two dead rather than her father and that was something that she wasn't going to dwell on.

Her Dad took it in spirt though, he may have noticed that she was lying through her teeth. There was a pause between the two of them.

"Do you know who killed her?" she asked finally.

"Yeah, look Bridge, do me a favour when you get home and lock the doors, you know how I feel whenever one of our own get's shot"

"Yeah sure" Bridget said "Is Justin gonna be there?"

Her brother who had only just got out of prision was not adjusting to living with them again. Bridget could understand if she was being honest with herself. She had spent most of her time when her Dad had been in prision with her half/step sister or whatever the hell Erin Lindsey was and she had, had more than a hard time adjusting to moving back in with her Dad when he had come out.

Things at Erin's had been different. It wasn't the nights where she had been working late. She had been on her own nine times out of ten, since her Mom had died when she was eleven and Justin and Erin had turned to other method's in order to deal with their grief and she had just turned to her books sitting alone in her room pretending that her heart wasn't breaking, when she had moved in with Erin she had, had the same philosophy. More and more she was finding that she was struggling with living with two men who were so alike they could no longer exist in the same small house.

"Bridge" her Dad said patiently and Bridget dragged her thoughts away from those places.

"So nothing from Justin?" she asked already knowing the answer. The silence was confirmation enough. She rolled her eyes. "I'll text him" she said finally. "He's going to answer my messages" The 'instead of you' was unspoken but she figured her Dad probably wasn't back in office and commanding a unit if he didn't know how to read between the lines.

"Good girl. Lock the doors when you get home ok? And don't let your teacher see you talking to me in class"

Damn. He always knew.

"Damn right I do" came the reply and then he hung up. Bridget shook her head for a second smiling the worry and dread abated for now. There was still some grief towards the nice woman who had died and left two kids motherless but Bridget knew it wasn't her Dad who had left her alone and she found that she was ok with that. It might be cruel but as long as she had her Dad she could marginalise other people's pain a bit better. Either that or Justin was right and sometimes she could be a right little emotional weirdo.

At least until she realised that still had math homework to do and no Lexi to beg for answers.

Fuck.

Bridget had gotten changed into a loose pair of jeans, her stripy jumper and had logged onto her computor before there was a knock at the door.

For a second she debated answering it. Her Dad, Justin and Erin all had their own keys and Al was not going to knock like he thought he was walking into a trap. Brushing aside some of her dark blondish hair and tying it back a little she opened the door without peeping through the peephole something that drove her cop father to the ends of the earth.

Holy fuck.

Standing there was hottest guy she had ever seen. Like seriously he must have had a jawline that was chiselled out of stone.

"Hi" he said smiling slightly. "You must be Bridget, I'm Jay Halstead…I err…I work with you father" He said it in that delicate way which meant that he was knew and was unsure weather or not he liked working with her Dad or was terrified off him.

Yeah, Bridget was used to this.

But then his words sunk in.

"He said he was alright?" It came out more phrased as a question rather than fact. Jay Halstead looked at her uncomprehendingly for a second and then realised what she must be thinking.

"Oh no, he is don't worry! It's just he asked me to come and collect you and take you to the prescient. Somethings happened. Nothing to do with him! But he…err…"

"Frightened the ever loving shit out of you?" Bridget asked. Jay Halstead looked at her for a second and then let out a relieved kind of laugh as if he had been wanting to do it for days.

"Yeah something like that."

"What happened?"

"Oh err…"

"I'm gonna get it out of him anyway Jay" she warned him. "But I'd rather know what I'm walking into"

"You know Antonio?"

Bridget let out a harsher laugh than she intended.

"Do I know the man who sent my father to prision with the help of his sister and her boyfriend?" It was a rhetorical question and Jay took it on merit and didn't even attempt to make a stab at answering it.

Smart.

"His son's been kidnapped. Diego. By the same people who…" He trailed off as if the memory was painful to him and Bridget knew who he was talking about instantly.

"Killed Jules" She supplied for him when it became clear that he was having trouble speaking.

Jay simply nodded.

"Damn" she said finally. While she mistrusted Antonio on principal she had never wanted this to happen. It came with the turf, most cop-kids knew that if that was even a thing (certainly she and Lexie had always known what to do if they were held hostage but she supposed their father's were up to their necks in stuff that neither one of them wanted to think about) but to hear that someone—and Diego, Bridget knew was a child not a teenager who might have some wits about them. She realised that she was thinking again because Jay gave a small cough.

She turned to him and for a second she wondered what he wanted from her.

"Your Dad. My boss." Jay elaborated and then Bridget sighed.

"Give me a sec" she said reaching for her bag. She grabbed her laptop, her homework and a couple of books as well as her toothbrush because experience had always taught her to be prepared when things like this happened and her hairbrush. Finally once she was ready she locked the house and then followed Jay.

Thank the Lord he was driving a regular car and not a police car. Should someone see her in that she might die of embarrassment. Bridget was sixteen. She was still a normal teenager. For the most part.

The car ride was mostly silent but she suspected that might be because Jay wasn't a great conversationalist with anybody who was not Erin. Personally Bridget wanted to know how Erin had a partner that good looking and hadn't told her about it. But all of that went out of her mind when she did arrive and she saw chaos descend.

"Sorry" Jay said flashing her a smile as if it was his fault that half of the Chicago PD was running around trying to find a major drug dealer with a perchance for cutting off heads (and if her Dad didn't want her to know that then he shouldn't have brought his work home and left it in a place where she could find it) and a kid to boot.

"I've seen worse" was all she said grimly. And that was true. She had.

She climbed the steps once she was buzzed in and then walked towards her Dad's office. Erin wasn't there, neither was Antonio which she was glad about. Someone else ducked in front of her with a small smile and she saw another rather good looking guy. Seriously was her Dad hiring on looks now or on talent?

There was a pause where she stood there for a second and then the door to her Dad's office opened.

"Bridget" came a voice behind her and she turned to see her Dad come out of his office. The strain of losing one of his detectives coupled with the fact that Antonio's son was missing had clearly left him in a bad mood but he still managed a smile for her and if his hug was a little bit tighter than usual well…experience had taught her not to mention it.

"Hey Dad" she said as he pushed her back into his office.

"Look I know I should have told you but I didn't know about Diego until an hour ago and then I wanted you somewhere where I could find you. So I sent Jay, but yeah I should have mentioned it."

"I get it" she said shrugging. "All hands on deck"

Her Dad nodded as she sat down on the couch and pulled out her laptop.

"You know you're a great kid" her Dad said finally.

"Say that to my bank balance Dad" Bridget quipped not looking up from her laptop.

She heard a snort in return and then the door opened. It was Antonio Dawson. He did a double take when he saw her and Bridget had to hide her smirk. The last time he had seen her was at her father's trial and she had personally enjoyed glaring at him as he explained what had happened and she had also personally enjoyed the furtive looks he had shot her as if he was unnerved by her.

"We need to talk" was all he said, ignoring her completely. Bridget scowled and punctuated her annoyance by typing rather loudly.

Her Dad nodded and then was gone.

She paused as soon as the door was shut. She did not know what hell it must be for Antonio right now but she did know her father's—preferred—brand of justice. The last thing she needed was her Dad back in prision. The thought made her hands clench into fists and then she swallowed heavily trying to shake the images out of her head. Her Dad had not let her visit him in prision claiming he had not wanted to see her but Bridget had known a lot of it was just saving face. She had allowed it then. But it had been hard and she could not do it again.

She flipped open her phone and then saw that Justin had still not replied to any of her text messages and she had to grit her teeth and get on with her homework assignment pretending all the time that her Dad wasn't looking for another child and that her brother wasn't missing while two children were sitting down to the news that their mother wasn't coming home much like had done nearly five years ago.

Erin came around ten looking tired with pizza which Bridget took to mean that she wasn't going home tonight.

"If I had known that I would have brought some pyjama's" she said finally tucking into a slice of meat feast. Erin grinned at her. They were sat in the empty bullpen and Bridget had commanded one of the chairs that swirled around and she was spinning in it.

"I wish he wouldn't get like this" she said finally. "It's been like this since Justin came home"

Erin nodded but didn't comment. Bridget was sure how much Erin knew about what life was like in the Voight home but she didn't say anything about it.

"Look your Dad's just being overprotective."

Bridget looked at her flatly. "Erin there's overprotective and then there's Dad and you and I both know that. I get why he's worried about Antonio's kid and everything that comes with it but I cannot spend the rest of my life hanging around this place. S'not for me"

Erin laughed taking another bite, "Your beginning to sound older before you actually are you know? You need to have more fun." She said this as more footsteps suddenly came up the stairs halting the conversation. Both women fell silent.

It was the other cute guy. He whispered something in Erin's ear—clearly he was going to pretend that she wasn't there. Erin nodded typing away and Bridget peeked up through her mascara covered eyelashes to see the newer officer.

"Hi" he said once he realised that she was looking at him. "I'm Adam"

"Bridget"

She waited until he was gone before turning to Erin again.

"Is it just me or is Dad going for looks rather than age? I mean I'm not complaining but…"

Erin just laughed.

Antonio safely reunited with his boy and the killer of his detective behind bars where he belonged with minimal blood spilled. All in all it was actually a good day considering it had started out so crappy.

Hank sent Erin on her way the older woman jerking her head to the office before taking Halstead up on that offer of a much needed drink. Al was gone too, cases with kids hit hard and Hank suspected that he had gone to see Lexie. The younger members of the squad had gone too but he cared less about them—some he had only known a day.

There was a pause where he leaned against the wall watching his couch for a second.

Bridget was curled on the couch fast asleep. Someone…probably Erin had found her a blanket but her laptop was on the ground and she was curled into the leather or his couch like a small burrowing animal hiding from a hunter.

Bridget had been somewhat of a surprise at a time when their marriage had really needed well…something of a boost. Hank had already been in shit with Camille what with giving Al money at the time and not telling her about it, the whole bringing home strays he found (though the whole debacle with Erin would come much later) and to cap matters off the fact that there was quite a lot of money growing in his safe that was not entirely legit. She had been the perfect copy of him when she had been born. Justin had been like his mother all dark and smiley, Bridget had been like him right down to the lighter brown hair and the same eyes and the personality traits which included the isolation and the desire to make her opinion known, and on more than one occasion quick to the temper.

She did however have some things connected to her mother. The only person who had loved books more than Bridget was his late wife. In fact between the two of them he had spent more money on books during Christmas and birthday periods than anything else.

He reached out and shook her on the shoulder and Bridget sat up as if she had been electrocuted. There was a second where she stared at him her face and hair half mused in sleep.

"Did you find Antonio's son?" she said finally.

"Yeah we got him. And everyone responsible is either dead or behind bars. And your brother decided to get in touch. He's at home. I told him what happened but he already knew something had happened, he reads the news app like you do. Pieced most of it together"

"Is he spending the night?" There was the something hopeful in her tone that made his hands clench into fists.

"I don't know" was all he said finally. And that was the truth because he was never going to know what Justin was doing until it was done and once again he was going to be left cleaning up the mess. Bridget didn't say anything for another long heartbeat and then she stood up smoothing her jumper down.

"Can we go home?" she asked finally.

"Yeah" he said smiling at her. "We can go home"

"You alright?" she asked packing up her books. There was something in her eye, some steely kind of glint that he knew she had gotten from his wife—Erin had picked up the same look. Sometimes it was like being threated on all sides by people who were far more scarier than the men he had just put away.

The truth was that he wasn't alright. His job was hanging by a thread, half of his unit was new and untrained, Antonio was a wild card he wasn't sure if he could trust, his son was emotionally distant as always and his daughter had gone from being that little girl who followed him after work with her books and colouring pad to a young woman who looked at him sometimes as if she knew far too much of what he was capable of and wasn't sure if it scared her or not. And to cap matters off he had lost a detective and had to search for a kidnapped child-two cases that pushed the best of cops to their limit time and time again.

"I'll be alright once I'm home and had a drink" He said truthfully.

He didn't know weather or not she had bought it. But to her credit Bridget didn't say anything.

"Alright" she said finally.

"Let's go home"

And home they went.

And let me know what you think. I will try and update sooner rather than later and always as regular as I can but what with work and uni I cannot make promises.

Next Chapter-The relationship between Voight and Justin worsens putting Bridget in the crosshairs. Intelligence works two cases and Bridget and Lexi commiserate over their father issues as the father-daughter dance comes up.