Copnapped

11

Erin had been in many tough situations in her life, some involved her physical pain and some involved her emotional stress. This involved both those things. She was bleeding, this time self inflicted from smashing her fists against the walls in anger, desperate for her escape. She needed to be out there, to find her family before she went insane. She was cold and lonely and wished they'd taken her instead of Jay. She had gone through the stages, anger, crying, the works. She was grieving during the worst of times but to her it was almost as if it were more important than her own survival.

She wondered if Voight had yet found his body, she hoped they would give him a proper service, after all he died on the job because of her.

Those were the words throbbing through her head, reminding her of her guilt, laying it out on display in her mind. Guilty, that's what she was. A big black hole of guilt.

The sounds she heard were those of her own sobs bellowing from deep within her, they were louder than the sounds of footsteps and voices she could hear from above her in the house. It had been days since she'd been transported to this house and a part of her wanted them to move her again, away from the blood shed that had happened in this very room. She had thrown up more times than she cared to remember, but nothing was coming up, she was gagging on the musky warm air.

Voight was approaching that very same house armed and ready, by Jay's information Erin would be still locked in the basement, he stepped back as Antonio knocked down the residential door, and cops swarmed in. "CPD!" Voight called out, following the sounds of scurrying bodies. They were trying to escape. With their luck, they'd worry more about themselves than about their hostage. Antonio pinned a man against the wall, cuffing him without thinking twice about wrist circulation. It was only a few minutes before there were a pile of the scumbags all cuffed and in a row, Ruzek had gone for a run, tackling one of the perps to the ground in a spectacular fashion, he shoved the man viciously into the back of a cop car, whacking his head against the roof as he went in.

Voight's face was distraught as he finally ran down the basement stairs, the room while it was filled with blood in one corner, and not much else in the rest. It was empty. Erin was nowhere to be seen. He kicked the air furiously, before searching the place top to bottom looking for clues but there was none. She was just gone.

If he had only realised the door that had been concealed behind the fridge. Maybe he would have followed its trail.

The men who hadn't lawyered up were sitting one by one in the station lock up, Platt was keeping her eagle eye on the lot of them. She wasn't going to miss a beat, not after they'd thrown Halstead out of a moving car right in front of her vision and she'd missed it. Not ever again was she going to let crooks get past her.

She was glad to be of assistance to Voight who she knew was good police, she knew he was going to make sure they all got what they deserved. She had been the one who phoned Halstead to let him in on what had happened.

Halstead was upset, he wanted to leave the hospital and find her, naturally. But that wasn't an option. Not in his condition. There was no way the hospital staff, or the CPD were going to sign for his release. He was still severely dehydrated and had too many pain killers pumping his veins to be able to just up and leave when he wanted. Platt made sure to tell him this, even though he was hell bent on fighting her on the matter. This was Erin, he reminded her. Erin was worth breaking a few rules over wasn't she?

Antonio had to physically go over there to make sure he wouldn't rip out his IV and plan an escape. A hard task, but nothing he couldn't handle. It wasn't like he hadn't dealt with keeping Jay at bay in the past.

Voight couldn't understand how this could be happening. Erin was like his own child, and they'd taken her away from him. He didn't know how, but they'd somehow managed to take her between Jay being in hospital and him turning up on their doorstep. She could be anywhere, and he was holding his breath hoping she wouldn't be another body floating up the river of this glorious city. He didn't know what he would do with himself if she turned out like that. The guy feeling he had when he saw the body of who he thought had been halstead made him sick, but the idea of erin being found that way made him mad.

Jay hadn't forgotten what Erin had told him, he had been replaying it on his mind over and over since he'd been in hospital. He's been replaying a lot his head was a mess. He felt as though a part of himself was left in that basement and even now knowing Erin was no longer there, he felt like she was the one who took that part of him. He hated that he had to stay in the restraints of the hospital bed, chords streaming out of every possible angle, and machines monitoring his every breath. He was trapped and it made him feel like a caged animal. He desperately wanted to break free, but there was no where he could go. No where on the planet would bring him back that piece of himself that he'd lost. Not even Erin could bring that back. He was no longer a whole man and it broke him in ways he could never fully explain to another being. He was lost, without a way of finding his way back.

Erin had tried her best, she'd moved that fridge past the doorway, despite the noises that came from her chest and squealed across the hard concrete floors she pushed and she pushed until that door was exposed enough to open. She had been preparing herself for the possibility of having to force open the locks but it turned out she didn't have to. She felt a pain in her chest, if they had found this sooner maybe Jay would still be alive, and they'd have escaped together. Before she knew it she was running as fast she could out past the buildings and onto the streets, the sounds of Police sirens filled her ears and egged her on, she was speeding down between houses, rushing past streets like there was an army chasing her. There was no one, but that didn't stop her from chopping through the air. She ran until her legs couldn't move any faster, and her body was aching head to toe. She stumbled into an alleyway, and hid herself as best she could beside a dumpster. She caught her breath within due time. She was feeling more like hell than the exhilaration most escapees felt upon their release. She closed her eyes and let the world pass her by. All she had the energy to do was sit there and breathe. So she did.