Tolerance Book I (Chicago PD/Med FF) by Frances51163

Chapter Eighty-Nine: Persuading Will

An expression of disbelief flickered across Conors' features as he noted the Detective across from him looked as if he had gone three shades paler. This was not good, not good at all. Will had apparently lost his mind and Voight looked like Mt. Vesuvius about to explode. Deciding to play peacemaker yet again before any blood was spilled the black haired man spoke hastily.

"Will if Jay thought for one minute you were in L.A. he'd freak out. He doesn't need to be worrying about you on top of his job."
"He won't know so he won't be worried."
"Doc what's the point of you going there if he doesn't know?" Adam asked carefully, mindful of angering the man.
"I want to be there if something goes wrong."
"Will I give you my word if anything happens I'll make sure you know asap," Hank spoke calmly after clamping down on his temper, he couldn't blame the man for being concerned about his brother.
"How are ye even going there anyway?" Conor had just thought of the jurisdiction angle.
"We're going to be part of a joint Task Force," the Sergeant explained the result of a numerous phone calls back and forth between various parties in L.A.
"Surely they have Undercover Cops in L.A. they can use," Will tried.
"None are in with the perp we're after. This is the first time anyone undercover has been accepted into the organization."
"Why?"
"The organization rarely takes on new guys.  We got lucky."
"There's more to it," Will noted, sensing information was being withheld from him, "why was Jay accepted in when others obviously weren't?"
"We think one of the reasons is that Jay reminds the guy of his dead son," Hank replied then pursed his lips, "not that we knew that at the time he went under."
"How did ye not know?" Conor aired his scepticism.
"We didn't know he had a son," Adam explained and then rushed on before Will could make a rash comment, "the reason we didn't know about him is that he changed his name when he was younger. There was no record of him under his birth name."
"But if the guy finds out about Jay isn't the fact that he's after trusting him because of his likeness to his dead son going to make him want to hurt Jay even more?" the redhead asked although he already knew the answer.
"Doc if Jays' cover is blown chances are there will only be one outcome," Hank spoke gravely with blunt honesty, "but we're going to be keeping him under surveillance in L.A. and we'll pull him out at the first sign of trouble."
"You mean he hasn't been under surveillance here?" Will asked incredulously.
"No but we've been keeping tabs on him through bugs he was able to plant," Adam quickly explained, "and we've also been meeting him at various times."
"He's allowed to go off on his own?" Conor raised an eyebrow.
"No," Hank replied before his Detective could give a more detailed description of the Units' activities, "look Docs I know ye're worried but we don't have time to go into to every aspect of the investigation and besides that ye are civilians.  Ye already know more than ye should."
"Will we're going to do our very best to make sure Jay comes out of this in one piece."
"Ye probably said the same to Johnny."
"Will!" Conor looked at his friend sternly.
"He's right," Hank comcurred without rancour, "but Johnny was in the business for years before he met up with Jay and knew the risks.  This was his shot at getting out.  Whatever happened it didn't work."
"Doesn't the fact that you just said 'whatever happened' tell you this whole thing is crazy? Ye don't know why Johnny was killed," Will took a step closer to the Sergeant wanting answers.
"Doc we never know all of the facts, at least not until a case is closed," the older man did not back away, "just like when a Surgeon operates he doesn't know the full picture until he opens up the patient. With a joint Task Force we're going to have more personnel and more resources.  L.A. might prove to be a blessing in disguise."
"How so?" Conor stood beside his friend again, glad his initial anger seemed to have worn off.
"With the additional help we might close the case quicker than we would have by ourselves," Adam explained before looking at the tall redhead, "so what's it to be Doc? You willing to stay here?"
"For now," Will sighed heavily with clear reluctance on his features.
"Ye're still going to have security and don't get lax and decide to leave the safehouse," Hank cautioned, "last thing I need is to have to explain to Jay that ye got hurt.  The same goes for Ethan. We still have to deal with the old mans' accomplice.  I wish this case hadn't come up but it has to be dealt with."
"We'll tell Ethan," Conor assured as his pager went off along with his colleagues.
"Anything at all happens I want to know," Will offered his hand to the two men, "and I want updates and something else."
"What?"
"I want to give a friend of mine your number and vice versa.  David O'Sullivan's a Doctor in L.A. Memorial. He also served in Afghanistan.  Went to Med School with him.  He knows about Jay.  If I can't be there to keep an eye on Jay I want him to."
"It's not like we can just call Jay and ask him to meet us for a physical," Adam argued.
"I know that.  What I'm saying is if Jay is hurt or sick David will look after him, at least until I get there," Will said impatiently before continuing wrily, "in case ye've forgotten Jay hates hospitals and medical professionals."
"Gee Doc," Adam rolled his eyes, "we've had this discussion already."
"You trust this guy with your brothers' life?" Hank checked seriously.
"Yes.  Will you contact him when ye get to L.A.?  I can send him Jays' records."
"If it will put your mind at ease.  Text me his details," Hank nodded.
"Will do.  It won't ease my mind but it's the only thing I can think of since you don't want me there."
"I'm doing you a favour Doc."
"What do you mean?"
"You really want to explain to Jay how his big brother followed him out of state while he was working?"
"Well when you put it that way ......,"
"Knew you'd understand," Hank stated before becoming solemn, "the Kid is family.  We'll look after him.  You have my word."

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Jay found himself sitting in a window seat as the American Airlines flight left the tarmac at O'Hare on schedule.  Jimmy and Paul beside him were both nervous but their present restlessness did not concern him for they had informed him that they did not like flying. In fact that was why he had been shoved into the window seat despite holding a ticket for the middle one.  Not that he had complained.  He enjoyed having a window to the outside world from this unique viewing point.  It always amazed the Detective that people tended to read or watch movies during flights instead of appreciating they were miles up in the air, sometimes level with clouds. It was an incredible feat, one which he would never get sick of.  He had always promised himself he would go on some air tours of Chicago but he had never actually got around to arranging any.  He had been surprised to find they were not travelling in Petrocellis' private jet but apparently the aircraft was in for maintenance work hence they were travelling business class with the commercial airline.  Of course the very fact he was on the flight was something which surprised Jay for he had expected to be pulled out.  The fact that he wasn't told him two things.   The first was that Voight had been satisfied with what he had seen in the diner that morning and the second was that some of the Unit, if not all, would be in L.A. shortly.  Will was going to be climbing the walls.  He hoped Conor was able to curb his older siblings' plans to follow him.  He knew Voight would inform his sibling of the new developments just as he knew Will would want to follow.  He thought it ironic that for years his older brother was absent when he needed him but now he was going too far the other way being over protective.  He knew he was going to have to sit down with Will once things were finally settled but for now he pushed such thoughts asides and simply concentrated on the white puffs of cloud outside and tried to ease the knot which had developed in his gut since he had been informed of the L.A. trip.  Something big was on the way.  Every fibre of his being told him so.  His companions' fear of flying was real he believed but he hadn't forgotten they had been nervous that morning and he knew instinctively it had nothing to do with flying.  Whatever L.A. had in store the two henchmen were uncomfortable about it and if two seasoned criminals were anxious Jay knew his worry was well founded.

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