A Chicago PD Au fanfiction | Hollow

Two

"Sergeant Voight's pov"

Once I'm in the hallway, on my way to my office, I stop to tie my shoes. I run my hand over my head, my gray hair might need a cut soon. When I was young, my father used to do it, on the third floor of our small townhouse. He was always careless with the blade, he scraped the back of my neck, or nicked my ear. But I do remember that he never complained about cutting my hair, he always did it with no excuses.

I walk up the stairs and reach our place. I look at the six desks in front of me, some are messy, some are not. There are a lot of secrets in this place, not just on their desks, there are lots of secrets hidden in boxes and folders as well in all the different personalities in this house.

"Hank" Erin says from behind. I turn around and see all the others, but they don't seem to notice the worried look of Erin. I walk her to my office and close the door behind us. I can tell she is worried about something, and I didn't tell from her face. She called me Hank - My name. Well, my nickname but barely no one calls me Henry, like, no one.

"Everything's alright?"

"The girl" She closes her eyes and take a deep breath. "The photo was old, she's 15"

"So you think it might be prostitution involved?"

She folds her arms over her chest. Cases that involves young girls and kids really plays with her feelings, just like Jennifer. She can't keep her feelings in place when teenagers and kids are involved.

"It's just..." She takes a break. "I'm so... Angry. I try to not think about it but"

"I know, go and get yourself a cup of coffe and get to work, it distracts you"

Jay has rolled up the board, so far, it's almost completely empty. It's a picture of the two bodies we found this morning and a picture of the kid. Jay tells everyone everything we know. Unfortunately we haven't found any witnesses yet, but Burgess and Roman is working on it at the moment.

"15 year old Alison, has a boyfriend, Cal, he's 21" He points at the picture of Alison "He has a previous record, long as the law book"

"Okay, find him and pay him a visit" I say

"Where are you going?" Al asks away from his desk

"I gotta' deal with something" I say and grab my keys from my desk.

***

I park halfway up the sidewalk. I can clearly see the sign that contradicts my parking but what should I do about it, it's a good parking. I don't bother to lock the car. I look at the clock, 2:09 PM. One minute left. I hold my hands in my pockets to not lose the feeling in my fingers. It's freezing out here, yet I see people who are outside in tights and a thin long-sleeved shirt. Unbelievable.

A loud buzzing sound breaks the silence and then the gates open. The squeaking sound indicates that it is cold, but I knew that already. Out comes a line of people, carrying white bags with their belongings. At the front of the line I can see a tall girl, she goes to the right and step into a car with a slightly older man, she takes out a packet of cigarettes and a bottle of wine out of the glove compartment. She hasn't spent her last hours in jail.

Among the last three in the line I see Jen, I recognize the shirt she is wearing. I remember the red grid and how she disappeared into the police car; that was the last time I saw her. I'm not the type of person who visits people in prison.

When the people in front of her has gone to the side she sees me.

"Hank!" She say.

She takes a few steps running before she walks up to me. I'm also not the type of person who likes to hug, but she is, and I have actually missed her hugs, they are special in some way.

"Hey kid" I say "How you doin?" I ask.

I may call a lot of people for kid but this time it's for real, she's 19.

She open her arms and invite me to a hug. This hug was shorter than they used to be, but maybe it's just her excitment?

"I'm good, you? She say with a smile "How are the others?"

"I'm fine, they're fine" I reply.

She nod, giving me the hint that she want to talk about something. That's a thing nobody can understand about her, when something concerns her or if she's sad, she doesn't tell anyone. Most of the times we have to push it out of her, asking her questions until she gives us an answer. But we were working on it, right before she got arrested.

I walk her to my car and get into the drivers seat. When I start the engine I can't hold myself anymore, I need to get an answer because I really need to know what happened to her and if she really was guilty.

"What really happened back there?" I ask

She look at me and I look back at her, she is released.

A/N Hope you liked this one as well, if you didn't, hope the next one is something for you :) If you have any questions or concerns, feel free to contact me!