Where there's Smoke there's fire a Chicago fire and PD fan fic

Behind 2 masks

                                      

Mysterious POV: I watched as my target came out of the airport. Today instead of being a cop I was a taxi driver. Funny thing was she wouldn't know what was coming. She walked out of the airport and signaled for me to come over.

Me: where to?

Her: 52nd st.

Me: that'll be 20.

Her: cool.

We went onto the intersection and I decided to take a right instead of a left. We pulled into a warehouse.

Her: where are we ?

Me: the place where you're going to die.

Her: what?!!

Me: you know how this works get out of the car.

Her: why?!

Me: once a snitch always a snitch.

I told her to close her eyes and I shot her in the head. My associate came by to take care of the disposal. My victims cell phone rang and it was the goddamn detective herself.

Erin POV: I woke up to a warm bed and a shower running. I didn't remember the last time I slept so good. Then I smirked or had a good time in bed. I pulled a robe over me and marched into the kitchen my phone was on the table. I had a message from my CI Christina . I called her back but she didn't answer. So I decided to call her later and left a message. Kelly walked up behind me and kissed my neck.

Kelly: morning beautiful.

Me: morning.

Kelly: what time is it?

Me: almost 8.

Kelly: I let you get ready.

Me: OK.

About 30 minutes later I walked out of the shower and put on my clothes. I went into kitchen and Severide was in the kitchen making coffee.

Kelly: need a ride?

Me: I was planning on stopping by arson.

Kelly: cool.

                                   Chapter 8:

Erin POV: Kelly dropped me off at arson so I could pick up the fire report.

Me: thanks, for everything.

Kelly: anytime.

I walked in.

Me: captain.

Captain: detective?

Me: I need the fire report for the house fire yesterdays fire .

Captain: there where a lot of fires yesterday.

Me: the one that almost took out me and my partner.

Captain: have a court order?

Me: right here.

He handed me the court order and I walked to the district. Morgan was standing at the pull up.

Me: waiting for something?

Morgan: FBI .

Me: why?

Morgan: request by the mayor he wants us to find him.

I walked in and then I turned around.

Me: remember the time you told me to trust my instincts

Morgan: I remember a lot of things.