A Jay Halstead Love Story

Chapter 8

A Few Days Later...

Jess' P.O.V.

I woke up and realized today was the first day I was allowed to go back to work. Not fully back but I was allowed to take off the sling and sit at a desk. I came out of my room and went in the kitchen to start making breakfast for everyone. I see Cara sitting at the island.

"How's Chicago so far?" I ask.

"It wonderful!" She says excitedly. "The more I see the more I want to transfer here."

"Well if you want to come by the district today I can show you around. If you're up for it." I say.

"Yes! I would love for you to show me around there," she replies.

"You'd get to see a lot of things that most people don't see," I explain. "Hopefully Trudy Platt lets me show you around."

"Why wouldn't you be able to?" She questions.

"Sometimes Platt is strict and won't let you do things like that," I say. "She's the desk Sargent, got hurt on the job and now she's stuck behind the desk."

"That's upsetting, but at least she's still at the district." Cara replies.

"Do you mind walking to the district alone?" I question. "If you don't feel comfortable it's fine."

"It's what 5 blocks?" She asks.

"Yeah just about," I say. "You could even Uber if you want."

"I'll figure something out," she laughs.

"I'll see you in like an hour then," I say. "If you need anything and I don't answer you have Adam or Jay's number right?"

"Yes I have both," she replies.

I hug her goodbye and head for my car outside the apartment. I see a suspicious person a few cars away from mine. I ignore him and speed walk to my car. Before I know what's happening I'm being grabbed and I'm losing air. Then all of a sudden I black out.

Cara's P.O.V.

I try to call Jess to tell her I'm heading over to the district but it goes straight to voicemail. She's probably just busy working so I brush it off. Instead I text Adam.

I'm on my way to the district :)

I got an Uber so I got to the district in less then 5 mins. I walk in through the front doors and I see an older lady sitting at the front desk. That must be Trudy Platt.

"Hi Sargent Platt right?" I ask.

"Yes?" She answers confused. "Who are you?"

"I'm Cara Blake, I'm suppose to be meeting Jess Ruzek here today." I explain.

She flips through a bunch of papers then looks back at me confused.

"She's not here today," she says.

"What do you mean she's not here," I start freaking out. "Today was suppose to be her first day back, I saw her leave the apartment."

"I'm going to call Adam down here, don't panic sweetie," Platt says as she picks up the phone.

Adam and Jay come running down from the bullpen. Adam looks just as worried as me.

"Where's Jess?" He asks me.

"I was suppose to meet her here now but Sargent Platt says she never showed up." A tear falls down my face.

"We have to tell Voight," Jay says to Adam.

We all go upstairs to where they work.

Jay's P.O.V.

"Boss, Jess is missing. Has been for at least an hour now." Adam explains.

"It has to be the same guy that has been talking all the other girls," Hailey says.

"But he rapes and kills them" Antonio reminds us.

"I don't think we needed to be reminded of that," I say aggravated.

"We are going to find her before anything happens to her," Hank says. "And who is this?" He points to Cara.

"This is her journalist friend from New York, Cara." I say.

"She has to stay here with Platt. Everyone else gear up and move out," Hank demands.

I watch as Adam kisses Cara's forehead and we walk together to gear up.

"So you two?" I ask.

"Not the time Halstead," He says annoyed.

"How are we supposed to find her?" I ask anyone whose listening.

"Mouse can track her phone right?" Adam asks. "She has the find my iPhone on."

"Give me two minutes and we should have a location." He replies.

A few minutes go by and Mouse hasn't said anything. The more time we waste the worse this could get.

"She's at the abandoned building on Gerald Street!" Mouse yells.

Everyone runs to their cars. Upton drives our car because she doesn't trust the state I'm in.

Jess' P.O.V.

Wherever I am it's dark and starting to get cold. My arms are tied to a pole. A man is standing right in front of me. I look down and I have nothing on, on my lower half of my body. I let out a slight sob.

"Look who decided to wake up." The man said. "Maybe we'll go round two before I decide to kill you.

"Please stop," I cried. "I won't say anything just let me go."

"That's not very fun is it," He responds.

Before I can react he is climbing back onto me as I scream and kick to try and stop him.