Listen to Her || A Chicago P.D. Fanfiction

25- Case 7

A/N: The episode being used for this chapter is called 'The Silos'.

One week later
Monday
The distant sound of a gunshot in her dream wakes Danielle up in a panic,  immediately causing her to sit up in bed, trying to catch her breath, realizing she was reliving last Friday's events in a dream. "You're okay. You're okay." She tells herself in a whisper, calming down as she pulls the comforter off of her, getting out of bed. She checks her phone, seeing she's woken up 2 minutes before her alarm is set to go off. 'You gotta be kidding me.' She thinks with a sigh, about to set her phone back down on the nightstand when she gets a text message from an unsaved number.

Unsaved: Good morning Detective Rodriguez. This is Commander Crowley. Meet me at the Silos @ 8 a.m. sharp. Thank you.

"Great." She says with a unpleasant frown, seeing it's 7 on the dot. "And it's all the way across town. I better hurry or I'm going to be late for work." Danielle talks to herself, hurriedly gathering her clothes for the day. Checking the weather, she sees it's drastically changed overnight, Spring in full affect as today's high is supposed to be 90 degrees. After exchanging her hoodie for a plain black T-shirt, she rushes into the bathroom to shower.
~45 minutes later~
As the sniper drives into The Silos:

her work phone dings with a text from Antonio who tells her they have a case, an address attached to the message. 'This better be quick.' She thinks to herself, seeing the Commander's car already there, so she parks facing it, Crowley getting out and standing near the hood. Danielle gets out in a nonchalant manner, not wanting to think that just last week, her, Hank, and Bingham were here. "Detective." Crowley, who's out of uniform, greets the sniper who stands at ease once in front of the superior officer. "Commander." Danielle says softly, giving her one nod. "How are you doing?" Crowley asks, the sniper not breaking eye contact. "That's a question I've struggled to answer my whole life, Commander." Danielle answers truthfully. Crowley crosses her arms and presses her lips together, looking down for a second, deciding to get to the point:

"On the night the Intelligence Unit was pursuing Saucedo's killer, I was monitoring the team's radio transmissions and geographical locations. I had your cellphone, and Sargent Voight's, triangulate the second radio traffic stopped. The two of you were right here, at the Silos, while the rest of the team was pinged clear across the city." Crowley explains. "That's right. We were here. This is a place that Sargent Voight introduced me to early last month when 5 of my friends were killed in an accident; brought me here, let me talk his ears off and cry. I came here to be alone, to gather my thoughts, when I began reeling after you pulled us off the case. He told me when he couldn't get to me on my cell or the radio, he came here because he knew this is where I was." Danielle answers and explains casually, her voice strong and clear though part of her answer is a lie. "And did what?" Crowley asks, eyebrows raised. "Talked....about my unimaginable grief over losing Adrian, who I had to decide whether he stayed and suffered or if his life had come to a tragic end. It was a cop's brother that was killed that night, Commander. I don't know if anyone briefed you on that." Danielle answers defensively, very well faking being offended that the Commander would accuse her and Voight of what Crowley is implying. "So you agree with what he did?" Crowley asks, trying to get the sniper to crack. "I don't know what you're referring to. You pulled us off the case. We complied. By doing that, you let Adrian's killer loose, and he's out there, God knows where, just waiting to strike again!" Danielle answers, selling her offended facade by raising her voice while crossing her arms over her chest. "How long do you think you can cover for Voight, at the expense of your own career and this entire department's reputation? Does that matter to you? Or have you been fully absorbed into his world? I highly recommend you think for yourself, Detective, for however long you are in Voight's unit." Crowley advises the young detective who keeps a straight face the whole time, never losing eye contact with her superior. "Have a nice day, Commander." Danielle tells her in a monotone voice before turning on her heels and getting back into her car, reversing then driving out of the abandoned place, leaving Crowley wondering if the sniper truly has no idea, or involvement, about what she's trying to accuse Voight of.
"Arson?" Jay asks Casey, a firefighter at 51, who gives him a run down of a burned down car with a body in the driver seat. "No doubt. Strong smell of gasoline, but no ruptured fuel lines or tanks. This was definitely a pour. Victim was probably dead beforehand, otherwise he would've tried like hell to crawl out of there." Casey answers, he and Jay meeting up with the other Intelligence men who are looking all over the car for clues without having to touch it since it's extremely hot. "Man, what a way to go." Jay says, shaking his head a bit. "Yeah. We have guys checking the security cameras over by the containers." Casey says. "Keep me posted." Jay tells him. "Hey, which one of you guys's brother got killed?" Casey asks the Intelligence men who look at each other before looking back at him. "It was my partner. But she isn't here yet." Antonio answers. "She is, actually." Al corrects him, he and the men watching Danielle pull up to the scene in her personal vehicle, soon getting out, wearing the hand engraved Locs Scar gifted her, making her way over to them, dressed in: