Hindsight

Infamy

Jay stood in the middle of the automatic doors of El Dorado International Airport, people pushing past him as he took in the Bogotá sun, the wind ruffling through his hair. The sun had just risen and his plane was the first to arrive for the day.
Roaming through his cellphone, he saw over a hundred missed calls, texts and voice messages. Voight have been blowing up his phone ever since Chicago and that was almost eight hours ago. Just then, his phone rang, startling him in the process.
"Sarge."

"Halstead!!" Voight yelled, almost bursting his eardrums.
When suddenly all eyes were on him, Jay was certain that people around could hear Voight on the other end. So he backed away to a corner, making sure to not bring any more attention to himself. But with all the bruises on his face, it was hard not to.
"What the hell's wrong with you? Do you have a death wish?"

Staying quiet, Jay allowed Voight to blow off some steam before he would saying anything to defend himself.
"No, Sarge. I need-" he began to say but was cut off by more screaming.
"No! What you need is to be at a hospital, Halstead!" Voight was beyond frustrated. He now had twice the load and worry and with his age, he doesn't know if he could take it any longer. Both his daughter and Jay were digging him to an early grave.

"I appreciate it, Voight but I'm fine." Jay lied. He really wasn't. He was in desperate need for painkillers. His whole body ached tremendously and he was certain that the stitches on his chest had ripped open.
"I don't expect you to understand."

Voight, taken aback by his blatant remark, felt his blood boil.
Has he forgotten who he's talking to?
"You listen to me...Before you were even in the picture, I was the only man in her life. Let me remind you, she's my daughter."

"Ok but-"

"I'm not done with you, Halstead." Voight said as he walked up the stairs to the private plane. "We'll be there in a couple of hours. So I suggest you find a seat and...actually sit down...You're in no shape playing superhero..."

After pulling a lot of strings from some of his high profile acquaintance, he was on his way to Bogotá, Colombia in a private plane where he would meet with Lieutenant Rogelio de la Vega. The lieutenant of Special Crimes in Bogotá Police Force.

"So help me God, Halstead...for once in your life, listen to me..." he warned before hanging up, sighing as he took his seat on the plane.

After a much heated argument with Commender Fischer about budget and resources, Voight found himself wondering why was he even the commander of District 21 in the first place. He didn't care about anyone but himself. Since he was more concerned about 1PP and how they'll react to the news of the department pouring a ton of money and manpower into a questionable trip to Colombia with an unreliable leads and the uncertainty of the life of their detective, Voight being the adamant and headstrong man that he is, sucker punched him right across the face. He knew his actions would probably cost him his career but Erin was worth the risk.

"To hell with 1PP and Fischer. We'll find Erin. I know we will." Antonio squeezed his Sergeant's shoulders, hoping that he was reassured.

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Greeted by the warmth of the morning rays that filled the bedroom, Erin looked at the sky through the window she had almost jumped out of last night.
At one point in her life, as a child, the morning sun was what she looked forward to as her alarm rang. It was that few seconds of hope that made her days bearable before having to face the truth-her mother and whomever she decided to bring home the night before. But today, the sunshine was a slap on the face. Telling her that she's still trapped and that her team had completely forgotten about her. Another day had past and she still wasn't home.