Agent Severide

Chapter 3

Molly's Bar, Bucktown Chicago

Zoey sat down at a table with her brother and the other lieutenant in firehouse 51, Matt Casey. As the blonde sat down she began feeling the buzz from the tequila she basically inhaled. "Not drinking?" Matt asks her, "I inhaled 4 tequila shots and I'm pretty sure if I keep going your wife is gonna cut me off," The blonde replies sending him a small smile as her brother and Matt both shook their head at Zoey's ways sometimes. She'd work her ass off for weeks on end then come home and drink like crazy or just lock herself at home for the few days she was back. Matt and Kelly just assumed it was her way of dealing with her work.

As the night went on Zoey would catch the brunette detective glancing at her every so often; the two would lock eye for a second and he would look away. Zoey however tried to ignore it knowing that a simple notion like even talking to someone like the detective would send Jack into a fit of fury, that she just didn't wanna deal with it. Why was she dealing with his crap anyways? Because he was there for her after Shay died? when Kelly shut her and everyone out? When her boss send her on mandatory leave due to her loss leaving her to deal with grieving her best friend and basically her sister on her own until Jack walked into her life. Zoey thought to herself sitting at the table lost in thought while Matt and Kelly continued talking about a call they had earlier in the day. 

Around 11:30 the blonde stood up, "I'm gonna head home, and try to get some sleep. Coffee tomorrow morning?" Zoey asks looking at her brother who nods his head yes. "When do you have to fly back to work?" Kelly asks looking up at his baby sister who was hovering over the table now. "My flight leaves tomorrow afternoon at 1:30. I have to be back tomorrow night at the latest though," Zoey said earning a nod from her brother. "I'll come to pick you up around 9," Kelly says before pulling the blonde into a tight hug. "Message me when you get home," he says before letting her go. "I will," Zoey replied with a smile before exiting the bar and walking back towards her TownHouse. 

Zoey's TownHouse, Bucktown Chicago

The walk home was short yet peaceful in a way to the blonde who walked up the path to her townhouse opening the front door and shutting it behind her before kicking her 6- inch heels off and walking down the hallway into the kitchen going to fetch herself a glass of water before going upstairs to bed. The house was quiet when she walked in leaving her to believe that Jack had gone to bed or passed out somewhere. 

Zoey opened the cabinet pulling out a cup before filling it with water under the faucet and taking a sip of the slightly cold liquid. "Where the HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?" Jack yells causing the blonde to turn slightly startled by his booming voice. Jack stood in the archway of the kitchen with his arms crossed over his chest, she could instantly feel his anger radiating from across the room along with the stench of beer and puke. Zoey shook her head at the brunette standing in front of her, "I went to go get drinks at Molly's with my brother, Remember I told you this before I left" the blonde replied taking another sip of her water, looking at him.  

Suddenly the glass is hit out of her hand sending the cup flying towards the floor shattering into a million pieces. "AND I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO WASH THE FUCKING DISHES, AND MAKE ME DINNER" Jack yelled at her causing the blonde to just sigh shaking her head again in disbelief. "We're not doing this tonight," was all she said before going to walk past him and heading upstairs. With a sudden motion, Jack grabbed a fistful of her platinum blonde hair dragging her backward into the kitchen across the broken glass on the floor. 

A few shards pierced the blonde's back causing her to hiss a bit in pain trying to get to her feet but Jack began swinging landing blow after blow to Zoey's gut over and over again. The blonde tried fighting back or at least to get herself off the floor when he had a clear advantage on her. With one last swing, everything went black, the final blow knocking her out. 

Zoey woke up with a massive headache and her body was aching like Hell, the blonde pushed herself up looking around her noticing she was lying on the cold tiled floor in the kitchen surrounded by glass. A sharp pain surged through the blonde's abdomen and back causing a groan to leave her mouth as she stood up noticing some blood on the floor; most likely from where she cut herself on the glass. Zoey sighed cleaning up the glass in the kitchen along with the blood before she walked down the hall heading upstairs to the bathroom. 

Each step she took felt like knives piercing into her, Zoey walked into the bathroom switching the light on looking over her reflection in horror. Jack had gone too far this time he had Never had the nerve to lad a hand on her. The blonde's eyes began to water with tears as she saw her matted hair where Jack yanked her around, her blonde hair had glass shards and blood matted in it.  Her face had some scratches on it from the glass that broke. 

Zoey began peeling the now stained dress that used to be white but was now covered in blood. The blonde dropped the article of clothes walking over to start the shower when here eyes fell on her abdomen that was so bruised it was already different shades of black and dark purple. The sight made tears fall from the blondes eyes before she forced herself into the shower to clean herself up while she cried softly wondering how things managed to get to this point. 

After 20 minutes the blonde climbed out of the shower wrapping herself in a towel carefully drying herself off. Zoey walked out of the bathroom and across the hall into her bedroom and into the walk in closet changing into a pair of black skinny jeans and grabbing a black tank top. She stood in the large mirror looking over her serverly bruised abdomen almost hearing Shay screaming at her to go get the bruises check out, but Zoey also knew it would raise a lot of questions she wouldn't be able to answer. 

The blonde was suddenly pulled out of her thoughts when she notice Jack standing in teh doorway to the room with a sad hurt look on his face. "ZoZo, did I do that?" Jack's voice was calm and soft as he walked in the small room. Zoey quickly pulled her tank top on covering her abdomen before grabbing an oversized flannel shirt that Shay stole from Kelly and Zoey stole from Shay before she passed away. The flannel comforted her in a way, "Zo Zo I'm sorry" Jack spoke behind her the pain clear in his voice.