A Chicago PD Au fanfiction | Hollow

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I expected him to come in with some sort of huge, old, burner cell. But he actually just came in with a very fancy and clean looking iPhone. He put it on the table in front of me and then he sit down on the other side.

"You got one minute" he say.

One minute, it means I should start calling Jay right now and that I will have to be very accurate in what words I choose to use. I will only have a few seconds to talk.

I tap in Jay's number and press the green circle on the screen. Right after that I put the speaker on, because I know that is how they want it. Now it's just to wait for him to answer, he better answer or I'm going to be smoked.

"Jay" he finally answer.

"Jay, it's me" I reply with release.

"Jen are you okay? Where are you?" He ask.

I don't really have time to explain, I want to tell him the entire story and I'm going to but not now.

"Long story short, I'm in an interrogation room at the FBI-" I say but he cut me of.

"Say no more, don't say a word to them, I'll be right there" he cut me of.

"Bring Voight" I manage to say before he hangs up.

There's a knock on the door, but this time the person doesn't wait for Tom to open the door, instead this person walk straight into the room.

It's the taller guy, the scary one.

He send Tom out of the room, and I'm left alone with the scary guy. This means no good, yeah I know, he got something on me.

I look at his name tag, it says Bergman. I want to know his name, and I don't dare to ask for it. Luckily he has a Starbucks coffee mug with him. I look at the mirror behind him and see "lrac" which in the right way should be Carl.

Carl Bergman.

"You won't hear anything new from me" I say.

He place a huge folder on the table, but he don't sit down.

"Oh you better have something new to say because I got you and I got you good" he say.

He open the folder, on top of paperwork I see a plastic bag with a phone in it. It's an IPhone 6s space gray. It's my phone.

"I got several death threats from you to that guy" he say "you're going down" he continue.

This triggers me, and not only a little bit. I would have accepted it if I really did it, but the thing is, I didn't do it.

I stand up from the chair.

"How about Peyton, have you checked our previous relations? Are the texts real or is my phone hacked? Can you actually put me at the time of the murder, 'cause you know I got an alibi" I say very angry and loud "huh? You thought of that?" I continue.

I got him, and I got him good. Or, at least I got him a little bit.