A Chicago PD Au fanfiction | Hollow

Three and a half

After the last left turn, I see three black cars, one belongs to Al and the other was probably driven by Jay, the third one should be Dawson's. The cars are well hidden behind the  fairytale snowcovered fairytale -looking hedge. The hedge reminds me of the hedge that bordered on our lawn when I was little kid. I used to steal a pair of scissors from the kitchen and cut a hole in it to see what was going on behind it.

I park right behind the car that supposedly was driven by Jay, when I open the door the warm and pleasant air switch place with the chilly and rough air coming from Chicago's cold winter weather.

I shiver and step out of the car even though I really could instruct myself to stay and let the others do the work, but it would be a bit wrong, perhaps?

When I slam the door some snow falls from the roof. It formes a thin stripe of snow just below the car door. It also gets a lot of snow in the handle of the car. Jennifer has also stepped out of the car, I wonder if she thinks she will go in with us, because she won't, she's not a part of my Intelligence Unit anymore, she kind of blew that chance.

Outside of the thin shirt that I well recognize, she puts on a thicker jacket and a beanie as well as a pair of mittens, where half of the fore-and-middlefinger is cut off for a reason which I also know from her previous existence in my Intelligence Unit. The reason why she cut off those fingers of the glove is because it was a way to give her more control over her gun, it both gave her a good grip but also a good controle over the trigger, perhaps it was one of her smart moves.

I walk toward the car that is parked in front of us, which I expect to see Jay in the driver's seat. As I approach the car stepping none other than Jay out of the driver's seat, I grin inboard.

Everyone else seems to follow him, out of Jay's car comes Erin. From Al's and Dawson's car comes themselves with Ruzek and Atwater.

I start gearing up while the others wait for me.

"Chicago Chewie" Jen says from behind, she sounds really happy, like she met an old friend.

I don't have to turn around to know what she's doing, I can bet a lot of money that she's holding her old AR-15 rifle, for some reason she called it Chicago Chewie. She must have found it in the bottom of the trunk somewhere.

"Gearing up, huh?" I ask after I turned around.

loading the Chicago Chewie she looks at me with a strained expression, it is the kind of expression you get from her when she doesn't really care, then she's only responding to not be too impolite.

"Yeah" She reply, with the not too impolite way of saying it.

"Good for you. Forgot one thing though" I reply and bring out my handcuffs.

She forgot one thing, she's not a part of my intelligence unit. She is an civilian, as well as the people walking down the streets, giving us weirs gazes. I grab her wrist and attach the cuff to it

"What are you doing?" she ask.

I have to pull a little bit before I can try to put the second part to the handle of the car door.

"Hey, stop it!" She say.

When she said that, in that moment she lost enough focus to attach the second part of the cuff to the handle of the car door. I pull Chicago Chewie out of her hand and put it back in the trunk. I slam the trunk and give a gesture to the other to start walking.

"You're not a part of this unit anymore" I say and walk away.

"Ouch.." I can hear Jen say to herself from behind, it was maybe a little rough of me to say that because I know she loved being on the unit with everyone. But also I need her to understand why I said it because she chose it herself, she could've avoided it.

Really what I'm trying to say here is that if she knew she was in trouble and that something was wrong, she should've come to me, because she know I'll always be there when she ask for it.