Copnapped

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Erin shook her head. "No, absolutely not." She disagreed. Voight had just told her the plan and she couldn't be more displeased if she tried. Voight didn't like the strain in their current relationship, but he knew they would get past it once this had all blown over.

"Erin." Jay tried to reason with her but she wasn't having it. She was going off her rocker, and he didn't know what to do to calm her down. He'd known her long enough to realise that there was little he could do to change her mind once it had been made. This was a clear example. She had already slammed her fist down against Voight's desk, twice.

"There is no way that you're sending Jay into prison. Are you crazy? He helped throw half of them in there!" Her voice seemed to increase volume after every word she spoke. If Jay wasn't the one she was trying to protect he would have almost been scared of her by now.

"Erin, I can take care of myself. I'll be fine." Jay assured her, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. She shrugged his hand off, and he took that as a hint.

That was until she turned around, looked to him shaking her head. "Are you forgetting what they did to you a few months ago? Not to mention a whole lot of other criminals that you've sent to prison over the years. You're a cop Jay. Not superman." He cleared his throat. She had a point, but of course hers wasn't the only point that mattered.

"What other choice do we have?" He asked softly, beginning to doubt the plan himself. It's not that he didn't trust Voight, okay maybe he didn't. He just didn't trust that Voight knew what the outcome would be. Tony was unpredictable at the best of times. There was no way of knowing whether this would end in their favour.

"Any other choice but this one." She said flatly. This was not happening. She'd almost lost Jay once, and that was before she even realised how much he meant to her, how much she need him, how much she loved him.

The thing was, Stacy had already talked to Jay privately. She's voiced to him her own concerns about the plan. Voight was sending Jay inside to convince Tony that Stacy wanted to see him. Jay didn't know if he would get anywhere near Tony or if he'd even trust him. After all the man thinks Stacy is dead.

"Why can't you just send in Alvin?" Erin asked Voight. Voight didn't even have a chance to answer before Jay stepped in.

"Alvin? He's put away a lot more people than I have. Besides Tony doesn't know Alvin it could take months or even years before he trusts him."

"If something happens to him it's all on you." Erin spat bitterly towards Voight. He understood how she felt, but he was the boss and it was his call. She could get mad at him later, he wasn't asking for permission.

Jay followed Erin who had since stormed out of Voight's office. He followed her into the break room where she was now angrily pouring herself a coffee. "Careful." He warned as she almost spilt the scolding liquid over herself.

"Careful?" She snorted. "Jay, I can handle spilt coffee. But can you handle going into prison?" She asked, turning to face him. Fear was all Jay could see. Fear in her eyes, fear in the way she stood and the sound of her voice echoing in his ears.

"It will only be a few days, I'll survive." He promised, taking the coffee pot from her grasp. Her doubt was becoming his, her distrust for this plan was making him nervous, but he knew he had to hide it.

She folded her arms over her chest and sighed deeply. "Every good person I know ends up getting hurt. I don't want you to end up the same." Her voice shook, she couldn't hold back her pain. She refused to let him go, to release him from her safe warm grip. She didn't think she'd be able to sleep through the night without him.

"After everything we have been through together, you know I'm a survivor. We both are." He reminded her, pressing a kiss to her forehead. He didn't want her to worry, he was worrying enough as it was. But he wasn't going to let her know that.

"Why does she have to be involved anyway." He heard her muttering. This made him smile, was she seriously jealous of Stacy? Stacy was a lot of things, but a threat to their relationship wasn't one of them.

"Don't worry, you'll be glad to know that my job description includes a lot of Stacy hating." He tried to perk her back up. He was secretly glad that he didn't have to interact with his ex. This gave him a chance to get some of the nasty thoughts he had regarding her off his chest, things he'd held onto for so long.

A smile curled over her lips, she wrapped her tiny arms around his waist. "I'm scared Jay." She admitted, pressing her chin against his shoulder, a comfort for both of them.

"It's okay to be scared but I'll be fine." He assured her, he could feel her pressing herself tighter against him. He didn't mind this of course, he just didn't like how badly this was affecting her. He was scared that he'd get hurt and she wouldn't be able to handle it. Just like last time.

"You'd better be." She whispered, "I'll kick your ass if you're not." She added and she meant it. He was going to be in big trouble if he ended up in that hospital again.