Stars around Scars *editing*

Chapter One

Jay POV

I feel like I have been getting some of the best sleep of my life recently... I mean it could be because I have not slept alone in forever, and it has definitely benefited me. Much less PTSD from my tours, more time with the one I love. I don't know what I would do without her, she is everything to me. I am very lucky to spend as much time as I do with her. The job is a blessing and if I was not her partner, having her back, or protecting her every call we get... I don't know what I would do, I would probably lose my mind after a few calls. It just doesn't feel right when it's not her driving, rounding the corner or putting a bullet in the offender's head before one of us gets killed. It just does not feel right. Today felt too long for no reason, it was slow, tons of paperwork, and a whole lot of nothing.

"See ya at home?" I ask Erin as she gets up to gather her things to leave.

"Yea, today was slow as hell". She says while logging out of her computer.

She is not wrong but it might get a little interesting later. Maybe we can get in a few rounds or- Never mind she definitely has something to say, she has that look on her face. I'm guessing seeing the outcome for that kid hurt her.

"I'll be there soon. I just need to finish up this last paper." I say as Erin was already walking out of the bullpen.

She quietly replies, "alright".

She definitely seems off, I just hope she will actually talk to me for once about whatever this is. She's not shutting me out but I just wish she would talk to me a little more. She knows I am here for her and I want to listen, this is just her. I continue contemplating what is caught up in her head as I sign off the last paper and head out the door.

Erin drives home while blasting folklore by Taylor Swift.

Erin POV

I don't know why I chose folklore, ending on exile did not help me in the slightest. I sigh as I drag myself out of the car with no hope of unseeing that poor kid, she was only eight. That could have easily been me when I was that age.

Jay knows something is up and he is going to want to talk about it when he gets home. As I get into the elevator I begin to dread the conversation as I press the floor to our apartment. The elevator is cramped and can probably fit three people comfortably. As I watch the floor numbers go up, the images of that girl flash over my eyelids. Getting to the shootout just as the girl hits the floor. I rush out of the elevator once the doors open and began walking to our apartment. That damn elevator always encourages these thoughts. As I reach the door I see it's unlocked so I draw my gun and cautiously enter my apartment.

I take a few steps inside and see nothing. So I walk towards the kitchen when I feel cold metal at the back of my head. They must have come from the hallway.

"Put the gun on the counter". He commands while jerking his gun into my head.

As I place my gun on the counter I keep telling myself all I need to do is stall until Jay gets home. There is only one of him, and he does not know that I don't live alone.

"Turn around".

I follow instructions and slowly turn around.

"Drop everything on the counter now". I take as long as I can emptying my pockets while placing my phone, badge, and wallet on the counter. I get to my keys. I try to turn on the car alarm, knowing Jay has the only other key to my car so I would know when he gets here. But when I do I am met with deafening silence.

I am too far away.

Once my keys hit the counter he asks a question.

"Do you live alone, don't lie." He hisses with only malice in his voice.

I still need more time. Maybe he won't rush if I live alone?

"Yes".

"I said don't lie". He commands while lunging at me. He cuts my upper arm while pressing a drugged rag over my mouth and nose. I don't have much time until I black out. The hot blood trickling down my arm reaches my hand when I realize that's all I can do. I quickly rub my arm in my stinging cut,as I begin to slip out of consciousness I grip the end of the counter with my bloody hand.

Jay POV

After parking my car I walk up the stairs to the apartment door, why is it open? Did Erin forget to close the door? No, she would never do that, she is too cautious. I draw my gun and carefully walk in to see her badge and gun on the counter.

"Erin you home?" I shouted into the apartment with no response.

I searched the whole apartment. It's empty. My heart jumps to my throat, I cannot breathe. This cannot be happening right now, before my dark thoughts take over I see blood on the counter. My shaking hands reach before my phone as I begin to dial 911.

No. I can't call them, she would want me to call Voight. My hand continues to shake as I press his contact and bring my shaking hand to my ear. The harsh rings in the phone feel like they can make my heart stop in an instant. He only takes three rings to pick up. He knows something is wrong.

V: Halstead do you know what time it is?

J: Erin is gone.

V: What do you mean GONE?

J: We took separate cars to work. She got home first and there was blood, the door was left open, and her stuff was on the counter.

V: I will be there in five minutes, DO NOT MOVE.

Voight is living up to his word, he is here before I can do anything stupid or send me spiraling. He looks like he doesn't believe it himself. He is bombarding me with questions I cannot answer while taking a blood sample. He thinks it's hers but is giving the benefit of the doubt. As he continues I look back at the ring camera to catch anything. My heart drops again seeing her dragged out, so I go back further. He can be anybody, all black, with a hood. I can't breathe when I see the gloves, we won't get any prints. My eyes well up knowing that the blood is hers from the cut on her arm.

Voight is practically dragging me out after confirming we will get no prints. This monster is a professional.