A Chicago PD Au fanfiction | Hollow

Eight

I just gave her my last warning, if she don't give me the knife now I wouldn't doubt to shoot her. Not in the back though, maybe in the leg or something. This isn't like her at all, but after spending a year and a half in jail, I can absolutely understand it. It's still not okay.

"Jennifer" I say, trying to get her attention.

She twitch a little, as if she had woken from a nightmare. I can't see her face because I'm standing behind her, but her body language says she is surprised. I think she realized what she's done.

She remove the knife from Cal's neck, there's a little red mark left on him. Jennifer turn the knife around and give it to me with the handle in my direction. Quickly I pull the knife out of her hand and put it in my gun holder for now, so it's out of reach for both of them.

Surprised and a little scared Jennifer take a step to the side and give me space to take care of our guy. I turn him around and put handcuffs on him.

In that moment, Voight appears around the corner with his car. As usual he's driving way to fast, but as never, he park legally.  When he step out of the car, I can conclude that he's angry, a lot.

His eyes are narrowed, rigid, cold, hard. It looks like I'm the enemy. These swings from caring to very angry are no surprise, they are normal. His states has no greyscale, only the polar extremes exists. I take a deep breath, the burning hard stare would last only as long as it took him to think of the most brutally cutting thing he could tear me down with. But I know I'm not the victim, he's haunting for Jennifer, or Jen as she'd like to be called.

"Jennifer" Voight calls.

He called her Jennifer, that's not good because it means she needs her attention, like a 100 percent attention. I can't say that hasn't happened before. This is a daily scheduled talk that will last between one second to five minutes.

Jennifer touches her wrist painfully, put her hands in her pockets and start to walk over to Voight. I recognize the look of her, it's a mix of sadness, disappointment and "I hate you". She usually has that look when she know she has done something wrong and she knows that Voight will kill her.

But the wrist, what's up with that? She could have gotten hurt during the fight, if there even was a fight but there probably was because she has wound right above her eyebrow and Cal are pretty banged up as well. Which scared me a little, Cal is like twice her size and look like being twice as strong. Maybe she learned something in jail. But I'm not sure if that's a good thing or not.

When she's at Voight, she crosses her arms over her chest and lean a little on the right leg. She take a deep breath. She know he will yell at her, she know he will send her away and how she won't be able to look at him without feeling the anger boiling up.

I put one hand on Cal's shoulder and with the other I grab his hands, I push him in front of me toward Voight's car. While we're walking I listen to the conversation between Jennifer and Voight. The gazes they exchange are very tense and killing.

"I can explain" Jennifer begin to say.

Voight pick up his hands from his pockets, then he punch her cheek with his fist. Jennifer lean over and spit out some blood while she touch her cheek carefully. Then she get up and raises her fist, and start to swing it toward him.

"Don't you dare" Voight says.

Immediately she put her hand back into her pocket. Smart move, really smart move.