Jordan Voight: Teenage Years

Party Gone Wrong

Warning: Mentions of underage drinking, drug use and sexual assault! Don't like Don't read!

*Picks up from the last chapter*

Jordan- 14

Ever since cutting off everyone Jordan had been spending a lot more time with Erin's mother, Bunny. The older woman had given the fourteen year old whatever she wanted, drugs, booze, money, anything. Jordan hid the fact she was spending time with Bunny, she'd lie and say she was with kids from her school and somehow everyone had believed her.

The team had still been worried about the teen, Hank was incredibly worried. His daughter wasn't acting herself, she won't say a word to any of them not even him. That girl wasn't his daughter, his little girl was under that wall she had built around herself. It was gonna take a while for them to break that wall and get the real Jordan back.

It was a couple of days before this party happened, Jordan was still with Bunny. She rather spend time with someone who wouldn't judge her. The older woman kept pouring the teen drink after drink and slid her some pills, Jordan popped the pills in her mouth and swallowed them with the whiskey.

"About this party, who's all gonna be there". Jordan says, wiping her lip.

"A bunch of people". Bunny answered.

"That doesn't tell me a lot".

"Why does it matter?"

Jordan chuckled dryly. "Why does it matter? In case you have forgotten who I am, if word gets out who I am and who my father is that's a very bad thing. My dad tends to piss a lot of people off on a daily basis. I don't want word to get out that I'm doing this".

"Sweetie just relax nobody won't know who you are as long as you don't say anything".

"It's not about me saying anything, anyone takes one look at my face and boom I'm outed".

Bunny then had an idea as she flipped some of the teen's brown hair back. "I have an idea".

District 21

The team had gotten a new case, it was something else to keep their minds distracted. Hank tried hard as hell to focus on the case and not his daughter. They had the whiteboard out with a picture of a caucasian guy with his name written above the picture. Hank came out of his office hitting the picture, grabbing his team's attention.

"This is Damian, we have no known last name or any other name. He's a highly known drug dealer out of the north side, word got out he could have gotten in bed with one of the cartels. Word also got out he's suppose to be making an appearance at a party of some kind in a couple of days. Put the word out to you're CIs and find anything you can". Hank said to his team.

Hank headed back to his office, Erin and Alvin had followed him. Erin had shut the door behind her so no one overhears.

"How's Jo?" Alvin asked.

"Not talking to me. All she does in lock herself in her room or she'll lock herself in Justin's room, she barely eats anymore if she eats at all she'll go to Justin's room". Hank answered sadly. He paused as he took the picture off his desk.

The picture was of him and his children, they were all smiling in the picture. The small family was perfect. A tear slid down Hank's cheek and he quickly wiped it away.

"I don't know my own daughter anymore, that's not my little girl". Pain had filled his voice when he said those words.

"It's like she built a wall or something around her and she won't break it". Erin said.