Hindsight

Dissolution

Erin walked towards the check-in at Chicago O'Hare with Carlos Solis right next to her, playing the role of his wife.
The ride to the airport was a hellish one for her. Not only was she uncomfortable due to the foreign substance in her stomach but also because she was smashed in between two giants, Solis's men.

Suddenly, he grabbed her hands and she halted. Startled and afraid of what this unpredictable man would do.
"Oh! No! Don't even think about it." she glared at him.

Without even listening to her, he intertwined his fingers with hers. "It wouldn't look realistic, sweetheart."
She tried breaking free of his tight grasp, "I don't care. Don't touch me." she said, careful to not bring any unwanted attention to themselves.
"Think about your pretty boyfriend." he arched his brow. He didn't need to further explain his words since she clearly understood his threat.

Erin stared at the departure gate. Numerous thoughts ran through her head as her stomach started cramping which never is a good sign. Her faith was just like those three Colombian girls. Over before they knew it.
For a second, she thought about running to the guards, running to safety, to save herself. But that only meant killing the one person she'll ever love. His safety was literally in her hands and she'd never forgive herself if Jay dies, especially knowing that it all could be prevented.
Going through the ridiculous plan was the only way out. She trusted that her Unit will find her in time. Knowing for certain that Voight will never rest until she's safe with him.

"Babe. The lady's talking to you." Solis rested his hand on the small of her back, snapping her from her thoughts.
She looked at the young lady like a deer in headlights all the while Solis slowly gripping her wrist tighter and tighter. Silently warning her.

"Huh?...Oh I'm so sorry." she laughed while still keeping a straight face. "I'm just so excited." she placed her hands on his chest, playing her role well, and looked into his hazel eyes. She can't help help but notice those eyes glistening back at her. He looked surprisingly calm. A sense of tranquility even.
"Don't worry. I totally understand. I just got back from my honeymoon. I'm sure you two will enjoy Colombia. Have a safe flight Mr and Mrs Solis."

If only the young lady knew what she was praying to happen.

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Will Halstead walked up the stairs to District 21. He loves the adrenaline rush he would get at watching the hustle and bustle that lives in that building. Phones ringing, officers running around the space felt so comforting. The same atmosphere that keeps him going at the ER.
After a long shift at the hospital, a drink or two with a few of his friends and brother was exactly what he needed.

As he had anticipated, Sargent Platt was standing behind the desk in the lobby and was shouting on the phone like always. He absolutely adores her bold, straight-to-the-point kind of attitude and understands completely to why Burgess was always complaining and confused. The stories she would tell at Molly's always had there heads scratching at the end. You never really know if Platt's being sarcastic or not.

"Evening Sarge." he chimed as he leaned on the desk, waiting for her sassy remarks.
Platt turned around, annoyed that someone was disrupting her in the middle of her conversation. But the colour in her face immediately drained at the sight of him. "Will?"

"What are you doing here? Did Voight called you?" she asked. He seemed oddly jolly for a brother going through a tough time.
'Maybe that's his coping mechanism.' she said to herself.

Will furrowed his brows, "No. I just came to see my brother."
He was perplexed, now that Platt hadn't made any remarks on his outfit or face for a matter of fact. He knows there's something she's not telling him.
"Why would Voight want to see me?" he shrugged.
Platt's eyes almost popped out of her eye sockets as she pieced up the puzzle. "Those idiots. They haven't told you..." she ran her hands through her coarse hair in frustration. Ready to pull them out.