What's she Worth to You?

Im Not Leaving You

I grip the wheel as we speed down the highway heading towards the scene.

"How'd you sleep?" Jay asks in a scratchy voice, obviously exhausted.

"Okay," I answer shortly, keeping my eyes on the road. He takes another sip of his coffee, which he's been drinking almost religiously since this morning, and lets out a deep breath.

"You know you could've-"

"If you're about to suggest that I take the day off you're a freaking mad man." And it's true, by now he should know that I'd take a bullet for anyone in this unit, I'm not about to skip out on a case. He holds his hands up in a defensive position, shaking his head.

"I'm not," he says and I nod.
"So what kind of suspicious activity do you think they're talking about?" He asks and I shrug.

"I don't know, but If it's enough to draw an intelligence team out then it's gotta be some pretty serious stuff."

We pull up to a large two story house in a nice neighborhood with a neatly kept rose garden out in front, the front door has many intricate details and designs carved into it. It's painted a nice shade of golden brown and a long house-width balcony rests on the outside of the second floor. A large white foundation sits in the middle of the front yard which is enclosed by a clean, black iron rod fence accompanied by more roses.

I stare at the house in awe and shock, this isn't quite what I had in mind when they said we'd be visiting a neighborhood for 'suspicious activity'

Jay walks over and breathes in the features of the exquisitely constructed house that lays before us, although I feel as if the word mansion would fit the description better.

"How the hell'd we end up in this part of town?" he asks. A rhetorical question, of course, but I've been at this long enough to know that he expects a response. I look over to see that the same grey coffee cup is clutched in his hand and I cock an eyebrow at him.

"Still drinking the same coffee are we?" He nods, raising it to his lips again.

Apparently my statement didn't require an actual answer.

His badge dangles from a chain around his neck, similar to the one around my own. The sun shines on it just right and the glare bounces back to my eyes, i quickly close my eyes and look down at my simple black shirt. It's hot as hell and I don't know why I thought wearing black when I'm a field agent was a good idea.

Hank waves his hand in the direction of the house, signaling to go in without a word, and we all file behind him. That's one thing about being in intelligence, you've gotta know when to go without hearing instruction, it's just a mind thing, simple as that.

Hank gets instruction from Mouse, or our computer geek as I like to call him, on how to hack the gate code and pretty soon we're in. We all walk up the many marble stairs to get to the deep porch which leads to the door.

A white wooden rocking chair sits to the left and many flower pots hang from the ceiling (once again, roses) as well as a hummingbird feeder on the far right. Large windows sit on either side of the wide white door yet they are completely covered by white lace curtains.

"Damn," Kevin says under his breath and I silently laugh. Voight walks up to the door and uses the door knocker.

"Chicago PD, open up." We wait for a few moments, yet hear nothing. Voight sighs and knocks again, repeating his statement. Everyone is silent, and a strange voice fills my ears, I look up. It's quiet but definitely audible. I listen closer, trying to pinpoint exactly what it is. It sounds as if someone was taking a wrench and banging it against a metal pipe. I tap Jay on the shoulder and he looks down at me.