Made for You

Chapter 3

Two weeks later.

Glaceys pov.

I sat at my desk when Voight walked up stairs. "Hey kid.", he greeted, "Hey Sarge.", I returned and he made his way into the office. "Hey Danvers, come in here a second.", he said. I stood and made my way in and shut the door behind me. "Yeah Sarge?", "Alright, I need you to tell me about everything in Georgia.", he deadpanned. My heart skipped a beat, and I swallowed hard. "Sarge...", I started. "Only reason I'm asking, is so I can protect you from anything that comes across this desk. And your are with one of my best detectives, so I need to know that you can watch his back.", he said. I nodded and sat in the chair across from him. "Alright. So... we had a sex trafficking case and we had found the guy heading up the whole operation, but we needed someone to go in deep, so they chose me. I was the closest to their age group anyways. All went according to plan, I was sold all the way up to the boss man. Till I was made as a cop. Then... they... they put me through the wringer. I don't think I need to go into detail... I'm sure you have read the report and know what goes down in those rings anyways. We didn't even bust the guy, what started as a undercover op became a recovery mission.", I said tears rolling down my face. His face softened and he stood, walking to the front of his desk. "You listen to me. In my unit we are a family, we look after each other. As long as you have me kiddo, they won't ever find you. And if you have the slightest feeling that they know where you are, you come to me.", he said staring down at me. Another tear rolled down my face as I nodded. He leaned down and kissed the top of my head. "I trust you kid. Now you gotta trust me.", he added. I nodded my head and then he dismissed me.

I exited his office as Antonio walked upstairs, his eyes fell on me and he took in the tears rolling down my face. "Hey... hey Glace whats wrong Hermosa?", he asked, he recently started calling me Hermosa since we have grown closer, even though I didn't know what it meant, it always managed to make me smile and he knew it. "I'm fine Tonio. Just a rough morning.", I smiled softly at him. He eyed me and then took my hand and pulled me down stairs were we kept the cage. "Are you gonna lock me up till I talk?", I chuckled. "I will if I have to. Now what's going on? This isn't like you.", he said turning to me. "Sarge wanted me to give him a run down of why I left Georgia, and I had to bring up some bad experiences. But I had to be honest with him.", I said looking to the floor to avoid his gaze that I know would make me spill. "I'm not gonna pressure you, but if you need to talk, I'm all ears Glace. I'm your partner, and your friend.", he said softly. The words softened my heart and I felt the tears roll again. God I must be about to get my period or something because I'm never like this, especially not at work. I accidentally let a whimper fall out my lips and I felt me self engulfed in warmth, and Antonio's cologne filled my nose. "I'm right here with you Hermosa.", he whispered. I slowly wrapped my arms around his waist as he hugged me. "No one is ever gonna hurt you. Not with me around.", he promised. This made a few more tears fall and sob rip from my chest. He held me for a few seconds then released me. "Better?", he asked with a soft smile. I nodded and ran my hands over my face to wipe the tears completely away! "Good. I hate to see a beautiful woman cry. Especially my partner.", he smiled winking at me. "You are such a flirt"., I laughed rolling my eyes. "Besides you're just saying that to make me feel better.", I smiled as we both turned to walk back up stairs.

We got a call of a murder/kidnapping case. One of Chicago's political leaders John Stanton was just killed and his 6 year old daughter was taken. Voight, Antonio, and I walked up to the scene and took in the body. "Think you can profile this one Hermosa?", Antonio smirked. "Well this was over kill. He was stabbed I would say at least 30-40 times, that's takes drive and a lot of anger. Who ever did this, took this personally.", I said. "What about the kid?", a Burgess asked. She was one of the Unis to respond to the call. I looked over the scene. "She's definitely scared. Her favorite toy was left behind.", I said looking at the stuffed pink elephant. "How do you know it's her favorite?", she asked. "When kids latch onto toys they tend to have more ware and tear. They also seemed to be dirtier, look, the tail is missing off the elephant and it has lip stick and what looks like marker all over it so it hasn't been washed lately probably because she won't part with it long enough.", I explained. "Lipstick? Could that mean that a woman is involved?", Antonio asked. "Possibly.", I nodded. "Alright, I wanna know everything about everyone woman in this kids life, mom, sister, aunt, everyone.", Voight ordered. Both of us nodded and called it in.

Antonio's pov.

Voight sent us to go talk to the wife and get a sense of maybe who would want to hurt him or his daughter. She sat us down in the living room and she sat across from us. I looked to Glacey and her green eyes bored into the woman, watching her trying to pick up any kind of tell from her. We asked the basic routine questions and really she gave the routine answers, that basically she had no idea who or why any one would hurt their family. Glaceys face soon started to glare at the woman. "Mrs. Stanton, do you mind if I use your bathroom?", she asked. She eyes Glacey suspiciously. "Sure... uhh the bathroom is down the hall, second door on your left.", she said almost nervously. Glacey sent her a departing smile.

Once we got back to the car Glacey looked to me and held up an evidence bag that held a lipstick. "That shade of red look familiar?", she smirked. "That's what was on the toy and what she was wearing.", I pointed out. She nodded. "Exactly. And I'm sorry but that's is the most calm mother and the most sane widow I have ever seen. Most mothers are freaking out trying to find their kids. And widows are usually distraught and have millions of questions over the case. She had none. Just vague answers.", "Sooo she may know something about the death and kidnapping.", I smirked. "All I'm saying is, I would only be that calm if I knew where my kid was and she was safe, or I had planned to do this all along. Either way she knows something. ", She said then pulled her phone out to call Voight.