Tolerance Book III

Chapter One Hundred and Forty-Seven: Searching For Answers

Voight Residence

That night, much to Jays' chagrin, he found himself enconsed in his Superiors' house. With Parker already visiting the Detective had tried every argument to get out of his current predicament but was unsuccessful. Even bringing Tommy into the mix only made the Sergeant more determined ss he pointed out the young man might also be in danger if he was seen with the Detective. The gruff man had insisted that for safety reasons Jay could not return to his apartment and eventually it was decided the blonde would also stay with Voight. The green eyed man had not foreseen that happening which was probably due to how rough he was feeling. The meds he had taken had pushed back the pain in his head to a bearable level enabling him to appraise his eager audience about his disappearance. As he had expected once he divulged his promise not to identify his Abducters strong words were voiced. He had eventually pointed out that the men in question were not hardened Criminals and the Units' target needed to be whoever had hired them. The auburn haired man had informed the listening men that he had no clue who was behind his abduction. Expletives had filled the bullpen as the dire ramifications were considered. For his part Jay had merely closed his eyes and stifled a yawn. It was at that point the Sergeant called a halt to the debriefing. Now sitting in the familiar armchair beside the roaring fire in the spacious living room Jay looked over at his companion.

"You reckon Adam has calmed down yet?"
"You know him," Al reminded with a wry chuckle, "he tends to get quite vocal when a friend is hurt."
"I'm fine and ....,"
"Kid save me the fibs. You look like hell. Don't worry about Ruzek. He's just not as good as we are at hiding our emotions."
"Hell Al this is a mess!" Jay confessed in a rare show of despair.
"We'll sort out the Players," the moustached man insisted confidently knowing the young man needed assurance.
"I have no idea why they took me."
"Did they know?" Al wondered of his Captors.
"Don't think so. They were being kept in the dark. They had expected a phone call but none came. That's the only reason I was able to convince them to release me."
"Thought you said they aren't hardened Criminals," Al challenged.
"They aren't."
"Well I really hope you don't live to regret not going after them," the moustached man commented seriously then shook his head, "thought for sure that vein on Voights' forehead was going to pop!"
"I thought he took it well," Jay smirked, the Sergeant had not been shy on airing his views on the subject,
"so how has Tommy been doing?"
"For a while he was blaming himself for not contacting us sooner after you never turned up for dinner ...,"
"Reckon he figured I'd let him down," Jay mused unhappily, the young man had sought an early night claiming tiredness but the green eyed man knew he needed to talk to him in the morning.
"If he was thinking that he never said it," Al countered.
"I wish there was a quick fix to his situation."
"We all do Kid but right now I'm more concerned about you ...,"
"Why? I'm back."
"You're not fooling me," the veteran Detective chided mildly, "I know not knowing who was behind your abduction is weighing on you."
"Never said it wasn't."
"True but you're maintaining your usual calm demeanour .......,"
"You want me to scream bloody murder?" the younger man asked wrily.
"No, that would be Voight! I want you to know it's okay to let loose sometimes and you can rely on me to keep your consul."
"You worry too much," Jay noted then added solemnly, "but I appreciate the concern. Now I do need your help ...,"
"Anything."
"I need to call to the Carsons in the morning .....,"
"But ....,"
"You just said 'anything'," Jay reminded mischievously then became serious, "I promised Tommy I'd try to get more of a time frame on his mothers' illness."
"Voight won't want you working ...,"
"That's why I need your help. He'll listen to you. You can even come with me."
"As if we'd let you off on your own!" Al scoffed at the notion, no one wanted to lose the green eyed man again, "but Kid you know it's impossible to give an exact time for ...," the moustached man let his words fade out, medical professionals could give possible timelines but there would be no absolutes issued.
"Sure I know that. Just figured it would help Tommy if he knew whether it's months or weeks."
"Okay," the older man sighed, his companion would forge ahead irrespective of how he was feeling physically so arguing would not help.
"Thanks."