Copnapped

2

The intelligence unit hovered around their desks, there wasn't a single one of them who wouldn't rather be outside being proactive, but Voight's orders were final. They all stood around each other feeling useless, Ruzek was pacing around the room. He could never quite manage to sit still on a good day, so today he was on overdrive.
Antonio walked in, a sour look on his face. He bypassed the team and walked straight into Voight's office. Hank turned around, he had been staring aimlessly out of the window trying to figure out his next move.

"One of My C.I's gave me a name. It's a long shot, but I think if we go after this guy we'll find out where the others are." Antonio reported, handing over a slip of paper, Voight unwrapped it, reading Antonio's messy scrawl. 

"Diego Sanchez." Voight wrote messily on the white board, the team all stood eagerly around him, waiting for their next move. Antonio moved forward, addressing the group.
"Kid's got a record a mile long, been in and out of custody since he was a teenager. Drug possession, gang fights, you name it. My C.I says he's been running with the same crew Lindsay and Halstead were zoning in on. Now he's a known dealer down at a local club, who's ready for some undercover work?" He asked, and everyone raised their hands, this was their family and they all wanted to do their part to bring them home.
"Ruzek, go and grab Burgess and Roman from downstairs, we could use all the help we can get." Voight told him, Ruzek hurried off down the stairs. Voight turned to the other more experienced team members. "You know what we have to do, I don't care if we have to feed him to the fishes when we're done, this is Lindsay we're talking about."
Olinsky nodded, he knew the drill and even though it still haunted him in his sleep since the last time, he wasn't above having to do what needs to be done. Even the look on Antonio's face was enough reassurance Voight needed to know that they were all on the same page.

Lindsay was biting her lip to stay awake, this time the room was less pleasant. It smelt like mold, the floor was damp where she was laying, she was struggling to keep her stomach in check as the smell was enough to make her sick. She didn't know where they were but she guessed it was somewhere the health and safety board hadn't yet discovered. She could hear Jay moving, but he wasn't speaking. She assumed they'd probably gagged him, or maybe he was holding his breath to keep from breathing in the toxic air. 

She could hear clanging, possibly from another room, all she wanted was to close her eyes and wake up in her own bed. She knew that wasn't going to happen, that would mean life would be dealing her some good luck for a change. She rolled around on the floor, trying to find something, anything sharp enough to untie her hands. She hit her head harshly against a pipe on the wall, she winced as pain struck her like a bolt of lightning. She turned around in an effort to loosen the cable ties that held her wrists together, rubbing them against the pipe, it felt like an unsuccessful mission, that was until she moved down the line a little, meeting the metal bolt that joined the pipe to the wall.
There was just enough room for her to manoeuvre the metal latch between her wrists and the tie, she pulled and pulled until it started to slowly loosen. She didn't know what Halstead was up to on account of her still being blinded by the sack on her head but she kept going until there was enough room to slip one of her hands out, she groaned at the tight squeeze, but pulled her other hand free. She removed the sack from over her head first, scanning the room and their surroundings, she ran to Jay, using her teeth to untie his wrists, ripping the sack from off his head. "Halstead." She breathed, wrapping her arms around his neck, he fell into her embrace, her body shivered against his body heat.
"I'm okay." He whispered as she broke away from their embrace. She looked him up and down, searching for bruises or injuries. There wasn't a whole lot of light in there, but she watched his face change as he noticed her face, the bruises, the cut on her lips. He was worried.
"I'm going to kill them." He promised, holding the back of her head gently, she closed her eyes not knowing if he'd have a chance. He ran his other hand over her shoulders, she winced as he fingered more bruises. 

"Didn't your dad ever tell you to keep your mouth shut?" He asked, knowing they only attacked her because she was provoking them.
"He also told me not to go down without a fight." She chuckled, gripping his muscular arm. Jay smiled, pulling her back in for a hug. Her words rang in his ears, and he knew he wasn't going to let them take Erin down without a fight. They could take him, but he was sure he wasn't going to let them break her.

Voight swung his fist against the face of a younger man, he was handcuffed to the cage, refusing to talk. Antonio stood guard against the door, not wanting Burgess and Roman to get in on this action just quite yet.
"Now are you going to tell us what we need, or are we going to have to get creative?" Voight asked, moving in closer, Olinsky opened the cage, handing Voight a piece of iron. "I think it's about to get colourful." He said to Voight, patting his boss on the back. Voight nodded, "Well I guess that settles it." He told Diego, thrusting the Iron bar into his ribs. The man cried out in pain, but showed no signs of surrendering.
Voight whacked him again, this time on the knees, he wasn't afraid of breaking bones for answers. In fact, he preferred it. Another series of cries sounded, but still no talking. Olinsky grabbed a handful of iron chain, wrapping it around the neck of the man, he lifted the ends up higher, indicating to Voight whether it was high enough to dangle the crim from, Voight looked up, "Little higher." He told him with a smirk.
Diego started to panic, he looked up at Olinsky's hands as he started to feed the chain through to cage gapes. "Alright! Alright!" he yelled, surrendering finally.
"Oh? Now you have something to say?" Voight mocked, did you hear that Olinsky, this scumbag has something to say." He announced loudly, Antonio walked over, leaning his hands against the outside of the cage.
"That didn't take as long as I thought it would." He said matter of a factly.
Diego glared at him, his face softening as he spotted Voight's menacing face looking straight at him.
"Now, what was it you had to tell me?"