The Chicago Files

P6

You flinched every time Brooks wiped dried blood from your skin. He looked down, trying his best not to make eye contact. "Why are you doing this?" your voice was hoarse. He ignored your comment, dipping the dirty washcloth in the bucket, before wiping the blood from the stab wound. He wrapped it up, with an old piece of cloth, finishing up with the bucket.

"Why do you help him?" he was walking away as you continued, "what happened to Tabatha?" which had made him freeze.

He turned to you, his eyes drifting off. "how do you know her?"

"I could help you, just tell me what happened to her," You shook against the chair, your skin stinging with every movement.

"I loved her so much..." he looked down, remembering the night. "but she hurt me..." His voice was distant.

"It's not your fault that you killed her," Brooks stayed still, watching you squirm. "you're not a killer, Brooks," you told him. "a killer doesn't care for his victims." Brooks's persona shifted, and you seemed afraid to even say anything to him.

"well I need you alive for one more day," He walked away, locking you back into the darkroom.

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"Tabatha Malgrove, murdered in '89 found with bruises all over her body and a stab wound to her lower abdomen, but C.O.D was the sliced throat," Hank put her picture on the board, her photo resembling the ones of the murdered teens. "Upton, what do you have so far?" she walked to the group, placing the laptop in front of them.

"I was going through the yearbook and I found out that Brooks was dating Tabatha when she was murdered."

"I talked to the lead detective of the Malgrove case," Burgess came in. "He says that case was a heavy one," Burgess handed Hank the file that the detective kept. "Here's the report of everything that happened," Hank read through the file.

"Liam Leston? Find him." He handed the file to Burgess, who continued to talk. "He says that he was sure Brooks was guilty of something but he couldn't find anything conclusive and then after Liam claimed to be with Brooks the whole day, the case fell apart and became cold." Burgess wrote something on the board. "He also said something had to have been wrong with Brooks, half the time it sounded like he was talking to a different person,"

Atwater and Antonio came in. "boss he's nowhere to be found we went to his house, his job, and his son's school, he disappeared," Atwater sat on his chair. "but his house was empty of personal so whatever happened he's ditching town after," Jay grew more restless to catch these bastards.

Hank grabbed Jay, pulling him aside. "How are you feeling?" he asked him. Jay ignored him. "I'm serious you're distracted,"

"I'm determined to find out who has Y/N and who killed the girls, " Jay tried to steady his words, but he was losing it on the inside. "Sarge she called me before she got taken, I could have helped, I could have," Hank grabbed him by the shoulder squeezing it.

"Don't blame yourself kid," Jay walked away checking his watch.

"Al and Ruzek should be at Brooks by now,"

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"Freddy please!" you attempted to reason with him one more time. "I can convince the police to pin it all on Dudley. I'll tell them he killed the girls. He killed Tabatha, it was all him, you were just scared for your life,"

"You still don't get it," Freddy pressed your cheeks against each other, forcing you to make eye contact. "Micheal saved me and for that, I'm indebted to him." Brooks looked at you in disgust, starting to walk away.

"When I get out which I will, I'm gonna make sure both of you rot in hell together," You muttered. Brooks threw a punch at your jaw, making you feel the bone shift.

"Micheal did say you were a pain in the ass," He pressed his fingers against the stab wound, making you cry out. At that time the room started ringing.

"It looks like I have guest," he grabbed a rag, heading towards you. Shouting for help, Brooks quickly covered your mouth, stopping any hope of someone to hear you. "I'll let Micheal know you are ready," Brooks smacked your cheeks, heading up the stairs.

Brooks went into his kitchen, sending a message to the burner. "the flowers are ready to bloom" he placed the phone down, before heading to the door. Antonio and Al stood at the door looking at Brooks.

"I'm detective Olinsky and this is my partner Dawson, we had a few more questions about your statement," Al smiled. "we were wondering if you could just come downtown to answer them that'd be great." Brook's closed his door slightly, as he noticed Dawson peeking inside.

"I can't do this in my home?" which made Al chuckle.

"Maybe I wasn't clear enough," Al grabbed his cuffs, holding them out. "this could be of free will or in cuffs. " Brooks grew hesitant and anxious. He put his hand forward, pushing away the cuffs.

"I'm gonna report-" Al grabbed Brooks's arm, pulling him outside.

"Woah detective Dawson did you see that?" Al pushed him against the door, handcuffing him.

"Yeah he just attacked a police officer," They took Brooks into the car, driving him to Intelligence.

In the basement, you remained mute as the room continued spinning, making it harder to remain up. You heard someone come downstairs, making you sit straight up.

Dudley walked inside. "Now don't you look marvelous." Dudley brought a case full of knives, placing it down at the table. Humming a melody, Dudley picked up a knife, walking to you. "Now is where the fun really begins. He let his fingers wander your jawline. You pulled away, feeling revolted.

"Now dont be that way, we know deep down you enjoy this," he smiled. "You always liked rough, Tabatha,"