Detective [ on hold ]

chapter fifteen- Q

"He got away with raping me and murdering my damn partner"
Chapter 15:  Q
Season 5 Episode 15: Sisterhood
*Trigger Warning*

It had been a week since Isabella had been raped, and despite their best efforts, the team still hadn't found any leads. Hank had advised her to take some time off, urging her to rest and recover, but the thought of being home alone with her thoughts was unbearable. She had begged him to let her return to work, and he eventually relented, though the entire unit watched her with a mix of sadness and concern. She acted as if nothing had happened, burying her trauma deep down, refusing to accept that she had been violated again. Jay had been keeping a close eye on her since that night, following Hank's orders to ensure she wasn't left alone.

"All right, listen up," Hank called from his office, his voice carrying over the bullpen. "Atwater's gun lead went south, but we've got something else. There are two wannabe gangbangers out there, and they're looking to make a name for themselves. It's initiation day for the Three Corner Kings."

"Ah, man, with Peña back in charge, that's not good," Isabella muttered from her desk, her voice steady despite the undercurrent of dread that ran through her.

"He's already good for six homicides," Jay added, sitting on the edge of her desk with his arms crossed, his eyes never straying far from her.

"Let's get these kids off the streets fast," Hank instructed, his tone firm. "Investigate any charge you can, just bring them in."

Jay pulled up to the scene where Kim and Antonio were waiting, and he and Isabella climbed out of the car.

"Where's the vehicle?" Jay asked, glancing between the two detectives.

"It's not here," Antonio replied, scanning the area.

"Dispatch said they picked up a silver Caprice on this block ten minutes ago," Jay said, pointing down the street, a frown creasing his brow.

"Dispatch confirmed this is the right address," Kim confirmed, her gaze sweeping over the empty lot.

Isabella moved towards the sidewalk, her eyes narrowing as she noticed fresh tire tracks in the snow. "Guys, fresh tracks," she pointed out, her voice alert. "Looks like they left in a hurry."

The group moved further into the property, their senses heightened. Isabella's hand instinctively moved to her gun as they approached the back of the building. Jay suddenly called out, his voice tense.

"Guys, check this out," he said, standing by an entrance to a basement door. He pulled his gun out, signaling Isabella to follow him down the steps.

Jay entered first, his flashlight cutting through the darkness as they began to clear the basement. Kim and Isabella moved into an area that appeared to be a makeshift living room.