A Chicago PD Au fanfiction | Hollow

Thirtysix

-Jen's pov-

Two weeks later, we're on going with our plan and we all are pretty sure we are going to find them all in this house. They better be because we put a lot of work and effort into this.

"Atwater, Ruzek, you take second floor. Halstead, Erin, you take the back. Rest goes in with me" Voight says.

I wait for him to continue and tell me where to go but he doesn't, and it disappoints me a little bit since we just prepared me for it.

"and me?" I ask.

He think for awhile before he answers. "You stay in the car" he say.

I'm devastated. I prepared for this, everyone helped me to get to where I am now. Voight even took me to the shooting range to practice my skills, all that for nothing.

"You're benching me again?" I ask madly.

"Yeah" he reply as if everything's normal.

"Why?" I ask even more angry this time.

"Cause' you're not ready"  he say.

"The hell I am" I say, trying to convince him.

"Get into the car or take that bus outta' here" he say and point toward a bus stop at the end of the very long block.

I turn on my heel and start walking away from him, toward the bus stop.

"Thanks for believing in me" I say with sarcasm.

Under the moonlight the block lay still. The heat of the day has been replaced by a cool breeze and complete darkness. I move between the pools of streetlight, feet almost silent of the sidewalk and I'm still a little bit warm from the heater in the car but I'm slowly turning colder.

I walk along the sidewalk, heading for the bus stop when I feel an excruciating burning sensation in my back and just as fast I have fallen to the ground. I lay frozen on the ground, completely unaware of what just happened. It's hard to breathe and it feels like my guts has been ripped apart and pulled out of my body.

When I have regained some sort of consciousness I realize that I can't feel any blood pouring, neither can I recall that I heard the sound of a firing gun; but somehow it feels like I was shot.

I hear footsteps from a bit away and before I can get up and see who it is, I've been knocked out of breath again and I remain on the cold ground. This time I heard a silent clicking noise, silencer. It's a goddamn silencer on the gun.

The steps approaches and soon I can feel hands that start to pull me up on my feet, and I haven't have the time to catch my breath so I can barely stand up on my own.

Just as I'm on my feet and about to be picked up I strike a hard punch, knocking the person of balance and giving me time to strike another set of punches. The person throw his body weight behind the fist that edge closer to my face, it hit my jaw with such force that blood pool into my mouth.

Something rock solid and edged hit my head from behind and once again I fall to the ground. This time starting to loose my vision and soon conscience. The last thing I see is the two black rubber bullets that must've knocked me down earlier. They don't kill, they only hurt. As fuck.

The worst bit is, Jay, Voight, and the others will never know about this because they never heard it; I barely did.