AN! Based on Terry's death in season 3, Jay takes it harder than the episode shows. My own take on it. Jay and Voight have a father/son relationship.
"TERRY NOT LIKE THIS MAN! HANG ON A LITTLE LONGER, HELPS ALMOST HERE!" Jay shouted to his friend. He had known Terry for a decent amount of time. Mouse had introduced him to this stunt to help him make some cash on the side and that's how they met. They clicked as soon as Jay learned Terry was also an ex-army man. The sound of multiple sirens pulled Jay back to reality. His friend has blood seeping out of his mouth, and was getting paler by the second.
"It was... g-good knowing you...J-Jay..." Terry sputtered out with ragged breaths.
"No man, hold on, they're here man. Helps here. Hang tight." Jay assured, slapping Terry's cheeks to try and get him to stay awake. The sound of a stroller could be heard rollong towards them. Jay was clinging onto his friend for dear life.
"Sir please step aside, we need room." One of the paramedics demanded. Jay shuffled over, still being too near to his friend for their liking.
"SIR! WE NEED ROOM!"
"You gotta... you gotta help him. I ... please.... just help him!" Jay shouted at the paramedics , his voice breaking at the end of his sentence as the tears in his eyes threatened to spill.
"We will! But you've got to move out of the way!" The paramedic said, lightly pushing Jay to one side. Jay allowed himself to lean against the side of the curb they was next to, intently watching the paramedics moves. Before long, multiple voices were ushering Jay to stand up. Jay was completely out of it. He just wanted his friend to be okay. He felt a set of strong, rough hands that all but drag him further away from where his friend's lifeless body was being worked on. He started kicking out and screaming, begging for whoever had him in their hold to let him go.
"Stop it, Jay" a gruff voice suddenly pierces through Jay's trance, alerting him of the face that belonged to the rough hands who were holding him back. The piercing sound of a heartline flatling quickly brought him back into his trance however, and he tried his best to get out of Voight's grasp. He kicked, screamed, shouted, punched, wiggled, squirmed. Anything he could do to possibly get out of his bosses hold and get over to Terry. His friend. Or was. He was dying. Flatling. And Jay couldn't do anything about it.
"JAY! STOP IT!" Voight demanded, now struggling to keep hold of his detective.
"No, no no no. He's dying! His heart..."
"Jay" Voight interrupts the heartbreaking whispers coming from Jay. "Jay. Shut it and listen. You hear that? They got his heart working again. Alright? His heart's beating. He's alive. Now calm down."
Jay's body gradually stops jerking around in Voight's hold once he finally recognised the sound Voight was talking about.
"But his heart..." he whispers again, eyes locked onto the body of his friend, still lying on the road.
"Is pumping again." Voight finishes his sentence. "It stopped for a moment, and now it's working again."
"But Hank..."
"Take a deep breath for me." Voight says calmly, pausing until Jay complies. "Now me and you are going to go over here, and you're going to tell me what happened."
Voight tries to get Jay to look at him, but he's met with a still gaze. He steers him over to the side by the concrete pillar where Al was standing. Jay's coat was covered in blood, and his shirt was. None of which anyone knew if it were his own.
"What happened Jay?" Al asked, using the same calm tone Voight had only seconds ago.
"We were... We went ... But a car fell.... it was ... on fire ... and then they came ... then the gunshots ... It shouldn't have been him ... It should've... I should've..." Jay sputtered out, not being able to actually make any coherent sentences.
"Who came, Jay?" Voight asks, trying to get Jay to actually speak in full sentences. Once he doesn't achieve his goal, he tries again. "Jay, I need you to talk to me. Who hurt Terry?"
"The guys ... 4 of them, maybe more? They were blacked out... They wanted - But we didn't have any on us..."
"You were ambushed?" Voight concludes, hoping that's what Jay was trying to say. Jay nods, so Voight can finally make somewhat of a case.
"Alright, next question, are you hurt?"
"No I'm fine." Jay answered sharply. Voight sighed, he didn't expect anything different from his youngest, stubborn detective.
"Al's going to take you back to the district and then you're going to sit in my officr until I get back. Understood?"
Voight didn't get an answer. Instead, Jay caught something which caused him to only see red. The driver of the car they were in. Jay stormed over.
"WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU MAN!?" Jay shouted, pulling the man by his collar.
"I'm sorry, I had to stay in the car!" The driver defended.
"YOU'RE A COWARD! TERRY COULD DIE! WE COULD HAVE HAD THEM IF YOU HELPED US!" Jay raged. Voight and Al had to restrain him from doing something he was going to regret later on.
"JAY ENOUGH!" Voight shouted. Jay immediately let go of the man's collar and looked at his boss in the eyes.
"Go with Al. We'll talk when I get back."
Jay scoffed and shook his head. Nevertheless, he followed Al to his car, and allowed him to drive them back to the district without complaint.
