The Chicago Files

P3

At the station, you had convinced J.T to stay downstairs with Trudy, so that you could be upstairs with the team.

"What do we have so far," Hank ordered.

"The girls live on a 10 miles radius of each other, but that's the only link I have with each of them, " Ruzek told Voight.

"What about the van?" he asked.

"Brooks alibi checks out, he was at Lil' Johnnys Soup and Diner with two coworkers who vouch for him," Jay told him.

"And the other nights?"

"The first victim he was at work, but the second one he says he was just at home watching tv,"

"Y/N what about the little boy, he was a witness to the third kidnapping and now he showed up at the corner of that house?"

"He's not talking much he said he was at his friend's house but other than that he's too scared. We left his dad a message about finding his son were just waiting for a callback," Burgess butted in.

"When we first interviewed him with the dad, dad checked out, he was at work when the kidnappings happened," When the phone rang you answered it, as Hank continued. You cursed yourself.

You hung up the phone looking at the team, "the third body was dumped."

"We had 8 hours left," saying that Hank looked upset was an understatement. He called everyone to go while you stayed to keep for updates.

"Jay," You grabbed his hand, stopping him. He spun, looking at you.

"Please update me," He promised, giving your hand a squeeze before following Uptown to the car.

You stayed pendant to the phone, waiting for it to ring. When it did you didn't let it ring for more than a second.

"It's Jay, we just got here but it's different. The first two body dumps, the area was secluded and he left the girls in a cradle position. The third dumpsite was in front of a park and her arms and legs were splayed out. Something spooked him or interrupted him,"

"But what," You asked him.

"That's what we have to find out before he kidnaps another girl," Jay hung up, once Voight started talking leaving you to your thoughts. You ran up to the board, writing notes to help you process.

Something wasn't adding up, we've only hit dead ends, no way we spooked him, he has to be devolving. You looked at the third girl's photo that she took in her school, her brown hair was up in a ponytail... Brown hair... You looked at a current picture, noticing it was now blonde. Blonde like the other two victims.

Hank came back alone, no doubt sending the team to find the guy. "Hank," he looked up seeing, you sitting on Uptown's desk. "He has a type,"

You showed the pictures of the girls to him. "He's not devolving he got the wrong surrogate, he thought he found a young blonde-haired girl but he got a young brunette,"

"So he killed her early because of anger," You nodded. It's the only reason that made sense.

"You're off the case," Hank said flatly before turning to walk away. You stopped him not understanding.

"Wait why?" You shouted. He gave you a once over, making you realize your similar characteristics. "Hank that's not fair," You spat. You more than deserved to stay and help catch this bastard. He's been terrorizing your thoughts since the minute you grabbed this file. You wouldn't stop until he was in jail.

"When have you seen me care about fair?" You followed him into his office, continuing the argument. You knew Hank was worried about you, but you were an adult, how was he gonna be when you're a detective.

"You know I can't drop this," You started tearing up.

"Y/n drop this or I'm sending you home till we finish this, I'm not putting you in that kind of danger," You tried to convince him, tried telling him you would be safe but when he didn't budge you left, slamming the door behind you.

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Everyone had left for the day, you stayed opting to study your notes for the finals. Hank let you stay upstairs since he knew finals were important for you. Jay kept you company as he finished some paperwork. You kept looking up at the board, something still not sitting right.

"I'm still not getting something," Jay looked up, seeing you look at the board.

"Come on, Voight said your off the case," He told you, but you ignored and continued.

"Freddy told us that he parked his car Tuesday night," you pointed to the first victim. "But Leila was kidnapped Monday night," Jay grabbed the paper that was sitting on Al's desk.

"He probably got his dates wrong cause he reported it stolen Monday morning," He shrugged, walking to you. "Anyways his alibis checked out," You looked up at the board, mumbling words trying to find out what's missing.

"Okay hey hey hey..." Jay grabbed you, wrapping you in a hug slowly guiding you away. "You have to stop this case from getting to you," He let go, putting his hand on your left cheek. "If Voight took you off the case, it's because he knows it is for the better,"

You moved away, walking back to your desk, staring at your study sheet. "Why don't you go home?"

"I have to study for this dumb final and I can't at my apartment since my neighbors are super loud," He nodded, going back to his desk letting you try to study. You both sat in silence, with the occasional joke to lighten the mood.

At around 9, Jay started getting up from his desk. He grabbed his coat before walking to your desk.

"How's it going here, baby scout?" He sat on your desk watching over your notes.

"Baby scout really sticking?"

"Probably yeah," He looked at his watch, before getting up. "Don't fry that brain of yours." He double-tapped the back of your hand, heading down the stairs.