A Chicago PD Au fanfiction | Hollow

Twentyfour

–Jennifer's pov–

I reach an industrial area, or I think I should call it the industrial area; I've been here before. The Shadows often had their meetings here, inside one of the two buildings.

Peyton isn't here, I look around but I can't see anything living. The sun went down for not so long ago, and so did the heat. It's way colder now than it was this morning and the heat my body gave me when I ran, is starting to disappear.

I look around once again and this time I think I see something laying on the ground at the corner of one of the buildings.  It doesn't seem to move and because Peyton isn't here I decide to go there. The closer I get the more I see how the something is turning into someone, it's a male, white, 30 years maybe.

I place my fingers on his neck to see if he has a pulse, and for a short second it feels like I can feel something. His entire upper body is bloody and he has a metal pole right above his waistline all the way through, no matter that I place both my hands on his chest and start pushing.

That short second I believed he was alive was probably something I told myself, this guy is stone dead and has been for awhile.

I wipe my hands on my thighs to get some blood of but my hands are still bloody read. I grab the pole and pull it up, there's something written across it but the blood and the darkness makes it hard to see what it says.

In the middle of the darkness and the silence I hear sirens, and they are coming closer and closer.  Out from the darkness a police car appears at my right, I look to my left and there is one coming at my left. 

"Don't move!" A male screams as he get out of the car.

"Show me your hands!" Someone scream from the other car, which isn't a police car. It's a dark suv and I can tell for sure it's FBI.

I drop the pole and hold up my bloody hands, people from the dark car start to walk toward me and on their bulletproof vests I can clearly see the FBI text on their chests. They point their guns toward me until they can grab my hands and control the situation.

They grab my hands and push me to their car where I have to spread my legs and place my hands on the hood.

"Got any weapons?" The shorter guy asks.

"No" I say

The taller guy push the shorter one away and start digging in my pockets. Then his hands move to my waistline, at the edge of my jeans. He feel the knife I forgot I had there, he place on the hood in front of me, but out of reach.

"Good one" he say.

"I swear I forgot a had it there, I don't want any trouble" I say.

"Yeah sure" he say.

He put my hands behind my back and cuff them. Then he lead me to the backseat of their car. Honestly I'm a bit scared of the taller guy, it's something about his attitude. Luckily the shorter one is the one riding with me in the back.

"I would like to call someone if that's okay" I say.

"I'm sorry, we don't allow calls during processing" He say "But who would you have called?" He ask politely.

"Sergeant Henry Voight" I reply and his silly smile disappear immediately.