~Abuse~

Chapter 134

Erin and Jay were en route to the district when they stumbled upon a trap, believing a man had been shot.

"HELP! I NEED HELP!" the man shouted.

They dashed towards the man, radios in hand.

"5021 George: Need an ambulance at 24th and Wabash. We have a man down from g—" Jay's call was cut short.

Suddenly, Jay was struck unconscious by a pipe, and Erin suffered the same fate, her radio clattering to the ground.

The two men lifted Erin and Jay, pushing them into the van.

Yates closed the doors with a bang and drove away into the distance.

The only items remaining were Jay's radio and Erin's gun.

Hank was in his office when he realized two of his detectives were missing.

"Where are Halstead and Lindsay?" Hank inquired.

The unit shrugged, sipping their coffee.

"Check their cells!" commanded Hank.

The team nodded and dialed Erin and Jay's numbers.

Adam hung up after reaching Jay's voicemail.

"Jay's gone to voicemail!" Adam announced.

Kim did the same with Erin's voicemail.

"Erin's too!" Kim echoed.

Hank acknowledged them as Trudy approached.

"Hank! There's news about Halstead and Lindsay!" Trudy exclaimed.

Hank listened intently.

"Erin and Jay were responding to a bogus call. Jay radioed for an ambulance, but the call was cut off before he could describe the injury..." Trudy reported.

"When was this?" Hank questioned.

"About 10 minutes ago," Trudy replied.

Hank surveyed his team.

"Let's move out!" He commanded.

They grabbed their coats and hurried downstairs.

Erin and Jay found themselves trapped in a basement, with Jay gradually regaining consciousness.

"Jay?" Erin's voice echoed.

Blinking his eyes open, Jay shook his head in confusion.

"What happened? Where are we?" He inquired, bewildered.

With a shrug, Erin struggled against her restraints.

"Ugh, my head feels like it's rolling on marbles," Jay complained, groaning.

Erin chuckled softly and reclined against the pole.

"Do you think we'll make it out alive?" Jay inquired.

Erin gazed at Jay and responded.

"Babe, you're talking gibberish. Rest your head," Erin directed.

Jay shut his eyes, and Erin's voice roused him.

"Rest your head, but keep your eyes open. You might have a concussion..." Erin cautioned.

Jay nodded slowly, exhaling a heavy sigh.

"We're gonna get out of here," Erin whispered, her voice barely audible.

With her eyes shut, Erin harbored a wish for rescue.

The team arrived at the scene, discovering Erin and Jay's belongings scattered about.

Hank's gaze fell upon the radio and gun, his eyes narrowing at the sight of blood on the floor.