A Chicago PD Au fanfiction | Hollow

Twentyone

–Jennifer's pov–

The day is slowly coming to it's end and people are starting to pack their things. I guess most of them are going home to their bed, but I'm going to see Peyton. I look out through the window, the twilight has faded to blackness and the moon has taken its place on the sky, giving off the only light, apart from the lampposts.

I'm very nervous, you never know what to expect. But I miss Peyton, I miss her as a person and not for what we did.  I can't look at myself in the mirror without seeing the mistakes I did, it breaks me down sometimes. Sometimes I cry myself to sleep because of what I chose to do and what I did, I really wish I could turn back time so I can change everything I did wrong.

It's time to leave, I look behind me, I see Jay and Erin. They are the only ones who are left now, besides me of course.  My eyes meet Jay's and he give me a weird look, he don't want me to go, but I have to.

I walk down the stairs and say goodbye to Trudy who is still at her desk. My feet lead me out through the door and when I look up from the ground I see Voight. He has his car parked in front of the door and he's leaning against the hood. He stare at me.

"Jay?" I ask to Voight.

Voight keep staring at me, he doesn't move a muscle. He don't want to answer, which means it was Jay. Jay, that son of a bitch snitched on me and we did a pinky.

I turn on my heel and go back inside, there's no idea to argue against Voight because he won't let me out of sight. As soon as I'm actually inside I see Jay, he's on his way out and I'm on my way in. I have to walk past him. I increase my speed and keep my sight in the other direction, when I walk by him I make my shoulder tackle his. 

Just when I am past him he grab my hand and pull me back so I turn around and look at him, he has a steady grip around my wrist. 

"you can go and shove that pinky up your ass!" I yell at him and drag my arm out of his grip. Then I disappear up the stairs.

When I get up Erin is at the very top of the stairs, on her way down. I look at her and squeeze out a fake smile, she smile back. Now I'm all alone, and somehow I need to get out without going past the front because Voight is there.

I look at the windows and realize that it's my way out. I know there's a small edge, it's between first and second floor, as if the roof of first floor and the floor of second floor is peeking out a couple of inches. I open one window and climb out, my plan is to be early to work tomorrow so I can close the window properly before someone notice it. I climb down and jump the last bit, my feet land on the soft grass that has appeared now when the snow has thawed.

I start taking a step toward the back of the building.

"I think you should go this way" A voice says.

I turn around and see that it's Al. He hold out his arm to show the direction I should walk. I sigh and walk toward him and then he lead me to Voight's car.