A Chicago PD Au fanfiction | Hollow

Four

~Jennifer's pov~

Ouch, that really hurt. I mean, you shouldn't expect something charming from Voight but this, this was coldblooded mean. I lean against the cold car. You could see it all from the good side, I have at least got dressed properly, without gloves and a hat this had been torture. But despite the warm gloves, my coat is not as thick as it should and through my jeans my thighs are freezing to death.

Now I've waited long enough, aproximently two minutes, and I begin to realize that this is quite boring. I look around but sees no one I could start an embarrassing conversation with, I do need some company sometimes and now more than ever.

I'm thinking of a donut. I'm soo hungry. Like, literally, thinking about tasting one. Biting into one. I'm not sure which one I'd choose...Maybe the kind with chocolate icing on the outside and that creamy filling. What are those called? Chocolate? Okay maybe not but they're so good. So rich. I love how the filling just spills out into my mouth. Or maybe I'd go for a strawberry glazed donut with sprinkles. They're soo good and tasty . We all know they're the "original ones" right? Tell me a donut place that doesn't have that pink strawberry glazed donut with sprinkles. You know you can really taste the sugar, so intense, right on the front of your tongue? I really should try to get out of here. I know that. But I'm busy at the moment, thinking of donuts.

I look around once again I still don't see anyone I could start an embarrassing conversation with. Then, for no reason, I notice that the car is not locked. And for no reason, I open the car door to examine the inside. None of what I'm doing have some special reason, but what else is there to do when you are stuck to a car door? I don't know because I haven't tried before.

The biting cold is chilling my fingers into clumsy numbness, cold seeps into my jacket. My cheeks has a more blushy hue and my teeth chatters like a pneumatic drill. I begin to loose my sense of time, had I been out there for minutes or hours? The wind wraps around me like I'm the snow itself. Okay it's not that bad maybe but with a frozen brain and some fantasy, this is what I can cook.

"He ran out the back, heading east" Jay says

"Shots fired, he's not alone" Jay updates

Okay that's not even close to good, I'm outide, freezing cold, imagining that someone's talking to me through a radio I don't have. I serously need help. I'm laughing at myself.

Though the radio-calls were in my imagination, real shots are fired from somewhere and it start an impulse inside, I have to do something.

Okay, I have to think now. The house is located in a corner. I'm in north, and the runner is probably heading east, so he's running from west to east. So he should run across the road about 200 feet in front of me. He should come from the right and be running toward the left, and I need to be there cause the others seem to be distracted.

I look around, it is useless to look for the key because Voight has it. Though I could break up the handle, it wouldn't please neither Jay or Voight but it doesn't matter right now. If I break myself loose and run after that person, what could happen? I mean, I'm not that unexperienced. Okay maybe, or maybe not. I think it's a 50-50 situation.

I was 15, Voight gave me an opportunity to work with his intelligence unit and as an excited teenage girl I took the opportunity immediately. I had some minor data skills that only did involve searching information that no one else had time to do. And that is pretty much what I was doing.

So I always worked on base, I was never out on the field but I learn as well and I would love to be a cop and now I have my chance to do a little show of. And I am going to use that chance and do something great. Because I don't want to spend the rest of my life behind a desk.