Stars around Scars *editing*

Chapter Three

Jay POV

We got to the station about three hours ago. The entire unit came in, to try and form a case. That was not very hard considering there is blood evidence that has since come back from the lab, it's a positive match to Erin. I thought it would be, but my heart aches knowing that she might already be compromised. I can't even think of the proper words, I don't want to believe that they may be true.

After a week all we have on the board is a picture of Erin, her blood, and a picture of the offender that I pulled from our apartment complex's security cameras. He looks like a guy but we can't be sure. He never shows his face on camera, he dressed in all black with a hood and went out the back where there are no cameras. The only time either of them was seen that day was when we left for work and when she came back.

We have nothing. The thought has been haunting me, how could we possibly have nothing after a full week. We have no car, no cause, and not even a single fingerprint.

I have gone home every night to the same thing. Walk into our apartment, look at something of hers that always leads to a few drinks to forget. Then get a couple hours of sleep. I didn't think it would be this hard to sleep without her.

Every few minutes the image of her being dragged out of the apartment bleeding haunts me. Wait.

"How was he able to knock her out? She has a high tolerance to most drugs". The room goes silent, all eyes on me.

Voight comes out of his office and stares at me, so I continue.

"If it was something common they would have to give enough to kill her. She is not dead". My voice hitches "I would know if she is".

Voight takes a deep breath before responding. "Okay, keep looking at people she has arrested or may want revenge. Get in contact with your CIs for a rare drug that is capable of knocking somebody out. Make connections with people".

The unit has been at it all day, it's another dead end. Voight dismissed the group at nine. He forced me to go home at ten.

I walk in the door, I drop my keys on the table while kicking off my shoes. I walk over to the fridge and take out a beer. Like I have done every night for the last week. I sit on the couch and stare at the remote in my hand, there is a black hawks game tonight.I can't watch it, I always watched with her. I pick up my phone instead, maybe I'll listen to some music instead.

I open Spotify and I accidentally click into Erin's account, great. I would have ended up listening to Taylor Swift anyway, she is in my playlists. I was going to end up like this anyway. I look down to the bottom of my screen not expecting anything to be there because it's been a week. The last song she listened to was exile, it was probably when she was on her way home that day.

I stare up at the ceiling as my eyes become glassy. It's ironic isn't it cause I feel like i'm in exile seeing you out.

Where are you?