In That Moment- A Chicago PD FanFiction

Erin's P.O.V.

People always say that your whole life flashes before your eyes right before you die. All the mistakes and regrets, played over in your head again. In this line of work, I've had more than my share of near misses, one of the problems with being in intelligence- it's never just a simple case. And so, I find myself creeping around to the back of an abandoned warehouse in the dark, yet again. My heart is racing, the adrenaline levels rising. It's a miracle that I can keep my hands steady as I raise my gun, looking to my left at my partner Jay. He nods, a silent signal between us that we both understand. Seconds later, the door to the warehouse is smashed in, and we are inside. Searching. I cover his back, he covers mine. Just like we always do. But there's something different about tonight. I can feel it in the air, I just can't quite put my finger on it.

We work our way through the warehouse, clearing it room by room. Then, as we move down the hallway, we realise it splits. Without a second thought, I wave to Halstead- signalling to him to take the left branch of the hall while I take the right. I keep low, weapon drawn and ready as I move almost silently through the hallway, clearing each little room that comes off it. It's a strange feeling, not having Jay Halstead behind me, knowing he's not got my back. I try to shake off the feeling of unease that's creeping in, there's something not quite right. I move down, one more room to clear. I cautiously push the door open, moving slowly inside. At first glance it appears empty, and then it becomes very apparent it's not. I feel a hand close around my neck from behind and another hand grabbing my gun that I'm desperately hanging on to.

I try to fight, feeling the hand grow tighter and tighter around my neck, struggling to catch my breath. I hear a laugh come from my attacker as I struggle against him, trying to get free. I try to scream, hoping that Jay, Voight- anyone really- will hear and come and save me. But his hand closes across my mouth. "Shhh!" He whispers in to my ear, sounding amused. He spins me around, getting my back up against the wall. Panic starts to set in- I have to get away from him. I quickly bring my leg upwards, landing a solid kick in his stomach, trying to wrench my arms free from the vice like hold he has them in. It doesn't work, he doubles over in pain for a few seconds, but his hands tighten around my wrists even more. "Bad move." He hisses in my face. It's so dark I can hardly see him, just a silhouette but I've met people like him before. I know this isn't good. A small part of me hopes someone is coming to help me, a much larger part wonders if this is the end for me, and all because of my own stupidity.

The first blow comes as a surprise, my head smashing in to the wall behind me with the force of the slap he's just hit me with. I struggle again, trying to get free, but somehow he's still got me trapped with the one hand. As his hand connects with my face again I fall to the floor, wincing as my body hits the cold concrete. The concrete turns out to be the least of my worries, his foot swinging around and hitting me in the stomach, over and over again. I lay on the floor, silent. I'm half hoping he'll think I'm dead- then he might stop. Maybe he will kill me; it certainly seems like a possibility. I think of all the things I'll never do if I die right here, right now. All the things I've been to scared to do, like get back in touch with my parents or asking Halstead out. If my head didn't hurt so much, the thought might have made me smile. I spent all day with the guy, we knew each other inside out but I had never manage to find the courage to tell him how I felt. Now maybe I never would. I curled in to a ball on my side, just waiting for the final blow- the one that would finish me off. I knew it was coming. I heard him laugh once more, before I felt his foot connect with the back of my head and I faded in to unconsciousness. In a way it's a relief, at least I don't have to deal with the pain now.

Jay's P.O.V.

There's a moment, shortly after I reach the main part of the warehouse where the rest of the unit is to find that Erin isn't there, where I realise that something's wrong. Really wrong. "Where's Lindsay?" Voight yells. I can't tell if he's angry or not, he just sounds and looks permanently angry. "We split up- she went right.." I reply, fumbling around with my radio to try and get in touch with her. "Idiot!" Voight yells, he's definitely angry now. "You never split up! You're partners- that means having each other's backs! Always. Come on- we have to find her!" Voight continues yelling. I stand there for a second, frozen to the spot as the rest of the unit move towards the door my partner should have come out of. I should never have let her go down there alone. If anything has happened then her blood is on my hands, and I don't think I can live with that.

Eventually, I manage to get my legs working again. Running in the direction the rest of the unit went. I'm running down the dark and damp hallway when I hear two loud pop's. Gun shots. My blood runs cold. Please don't be her. We've been flirting with each other for months, neither of us quite ready to make the first move, but the connection is there- we both know it. But suddenly, I wonder if I'm ever going to get the chance to tell her how I really feel, to say the words I've been afraid to say for so long. I hear the call go out over the radio for an ambulance, but stomach doing flips as I sprint the remaining distance between me and the door.

I skid in through the door, feeling sick as I take in the sight in front of me. As someone turns on the lights my heart drops. This is all my fault, why the hell had I let her go down there alone? To one side lies the body of a man, blood pooling around him. Across the room lies my partner, sprawled out on the floor in a puddle of her own blood. Voight, Antonio and Olinsky are all crouched down beside her, Voight holding her head, the other two trying to get some response from her lifeless body. I look over at Ruzek, who's stood over the body of the man who shakes his head sadly. I feel my heart drop to the floor. What does his head shake mean? Is she- No she can't be. I move towards her, but Voight gets up, blocking my path. "I think you've done enough damage for one day Halstead." He growls. I'm convinced he's about to hit me when the paramedics come rushing through the door. They quickly begin assessing Erin, and what seems like seconds later she's on a stretcher and being rushed out of the door, closely followed by the rest of the unit. I'm left standing alone, staring at the pool of my partners blood on the floor. The blood that's on the floor because of me.