Copnapped

7

"If we weren't in here, what would you be doing right now?" Jay asked Erin, they hadn't talked in a while the silence was deafening. It wasn't because they didn't want to talk, the lack of energy had played a huge role in the way they interacted in the past few hours, without water or food they were slowly starting to lose their energy. Erin had moved to the floor, laying on her back and stared at the ceiling for the past hour or so, at least it felt like that long. They were still struggling to determine time, without the sun it had been a difficult task.

"Depends," She pondered, thinking about it for a moment, where would she be? What would she be doing? She didn't know a definite answer, there were too many possibilities. She may have been in the office working on a case, or out with Kelly somewhere. Or maybe she wouldn't be with him, it was hard to tell how she would be feeling if none of this happened. She prepped herself up onto her elbows, looking over towards her worn out partner.

"I'd probably be on the couch watching a game." Jay offered, a small smile erupted on his face, his cheekbones stung from the movement but he worked through the pain. Erin nodded her head slightly, wondering if she would have joined him. It had been a while since they'd gotten together to watch a game.
"Next time I'll join you." She told him, laying back down against the hard floor, it was the most uncomfortable surface to lay upon but it was all she had, she was too tired to sit up like Jay was, even if he did have the wall to lean on.

"I expect you to bring the beer, since you invited yourself over." He teased, trying to lift his spirits, maybe if he wasn't so tired and if he didn't sport a broken limb he would have chosen this moment to join her on the floor, but all he could do was watch the beautiful girl across from him, and try to keep his smiles to himself.
"Of course you do, what's next? You want to drive?" She played back, although her voice wasn't back to its normal state, she still sounded better than she had a few hours earlier when she had been close to a break down. Jay had never seen her in that state, so lost and scared. The Lindsay he knew was always act now, think later. She never let her fears out into the open, never showed her vulnerability. She was one tough nut, it broke a piece inside of him seeing her at her very worst, on the verge of giving up. He didn't enjoy seeing her that way. It hurt him worse than a few bruises or broken bones. It hurt his soul.

"Do you let Kelly drive you places, or does he sit shotgun when he takes you on dates?"
"We usually take separate cars Mr Smarty Pants."
"So I'm the only guy you chauffeur for?" He asked, feeling special, he saw the look on her face, she wanted to spit back some witty comeback but she was struggling to find one. "Kidding." He added in a hushed tone, stretching his legs out, his legs overlapped hers, but she didn't move them.

Nadia was alone in Erin's apartment yet again, watching TV and awaiting news, any news on Erin. A knock on the door startled her, she wasn't expecting to have company either evening, but especially not two nights in a row. She rushed to the door, unlocking all the bolts until she was greeted by the face of a young male.
"Can I help you?" She asked, not knowing who he was or what he was doing on Erin's doorstep with a bag of food. She crossed her arms, if this was some kind of joke someone was pulling, sending her attractive men every night to feed her, she wasn't enjoying the joke.

"Uh yeah, my name's Peter Mills, Severide is on shift, he told me to come and see if you wanted dinner?" He said awkwardly, she bit her lip he was kind of cute.
"Well I'm not that hungry, but since you're here..." She moved out of the way, stepping aside so he could come in past her.
"So you're a fireman too?" She asked as they made their way over to the sofa, Mills nodded, making himself comfortable beside the young woman.
"Yeah, I've only been on the job for a few years. I love it there." He told her, unpacking the take out.

She nodded, holding her hand out as he passed her some food. "What about you?" He added, realising he hadn't exactly prompted further conversation.
She froze up, not know how to answer him. Were you meant to tell cute boys that you were a newly sobered ex hooker? She didn't think that would go over too well. "I'm uh, between jobs right now. Erin's been helping me out." She answered quick on her feet.
He smiled, "Well if I hear of any job opportunities I'll let you know." He offered politely, causing her to smile more than she wanted to.
"Thank-you."

Ruzek and Atwater had done their job, Voight was pleased with the sight in front of him, a man in his mid twenties, was cuffed inside the cage. Antonio had finally arrived after visiting his kids for the day. "This our guy?" He asked Voight, who had filled him in on the phone early.

"This is our guy." He confirmed, making his way over towards the caged monkey. "He's going to talk, I can feel it." He smiled evilly sending shivers down Antonio's spine. He watched as his boss stared down the younger man through the wires.
"You and I are going to have a little chat, he told their captive. He didn't reply to Voight, and Antonio knew why, he was going to put on the tough guy act, keep his mouth shut and his loyalties high, it wouldn't last. It never did.

Erin sat up, she could hear footsteps nearing the room, boots banging against the floorboards, she looked over at Jay anticipating the worse. She grabbed hold of his hand and squeezed it tenderly, "Good luck." She whispered, not entirely sure why she had used those exact words, but it was too late to change them. She looked up with wide eyes as the men walked into the room, grabbing at her, forcing her to move, they tied her hands together again but this time she wasn't fighting them.

They didn't care that Jay was injured, they pulled him up by the arms, he cried out even though he was trying his hardest to hold it back. Erin turned back to face him, he looked at her with hope that they wouldn't get separated. They were pulled and shoved down the hallway, Erin tried to look around, to find anything that would help her figure out where they were but most of the windows in the house had been boarded up. They were taken straight to the garage, a new car in place of the van they'd been transported in both times before. She winced as they picked her up, shoving her into the trunk of the car, she tried to roll herself over to give herself more comfort but it was hard when they shoved Jay into the same tight space. They looked at each other, until they were shut inside, and it was too dark to see in front of their own faces.

They rolled into each other every corner of the road, she'd apologise knowing how much pain he was probably going through, he bite back his urge to yell out every time they hit a bump, and maybe if she could see a single thing in there, she would have tried to comfort him, but it was too risky trying to find a non injured limb for her reach out and touch.
"Learn to drive you assholes!" She screamed out at one point after Jay had taken a mean hit against the door of the trunk.
"I don't think," he winced, "they can hear you." He told her, not that they would care even if they could.
"They're going to rot in prison." She promised him, closing her eyes and listening to the road. She wondered if were possible to kick out a tail light, but the little room they had left was probably too risky to try it. She sighed, just hoping they'd get themselves out of this mess soon.