Listen to Her || A Chicago P.D. Fanfiction

10

She quietly logs in to her computer after looking around again, still finding the bullpen empty aside herself. Within a few of her work emails, she finds only a couple of reminders for the upcoming Valentine's Day potluck that Trudy will be hosting in two days. Sighing softly, she sits back in her chair while putting her hands in her hoodie pocket, waiting for anyone else to show up as she continues to sit there. When 8 o'clock rolls around, her cell phone rings, and when she looks at the screen, she's greeted by an unsaved number.

"Hello?" She answers as she puts the call on speaker.

"Good morning, may I please speak to Danielle Rodriguez?" A man's voice asks on the other end of the line.

"May I ask who's calling?" She asks, feeling her stomach grow uneasy.

"Miss Rodriguez, I'm Special Agent Gibbs from NCIS. I'm calling in regard to five young men in the Marines who put you on their emergency contact list."

Silence.

"May I read their names to you so you can verify if you know them or not?"

"Yes." The answer is immediately said.

"You really think she'll wanna go back? That'll be twice in one week." Antonio asks Kevin.

He has just finished suggesting that they all take Danielle out to Molly's again after work, but this time, it would be to celebrate her birthday.

"Dante Hernandez, Mario Lopez, Steve Obregón, Omar Gonzales, and Jason Moore."

They all hear a man's voice coming from their office, all of them stopping a few steps away from being on the second floor. Hank gets looked at by the other men, but he doesn't do anything because he doesn't recognize the voice.

"I know all five of them, sir. They were in the same foster home. We all met each other in high school." Danielle softly confirms, her stomach still feeling uneasy.

"Thank you for mentioning the foster home. That was my next question."

"Are they in some kind of trouble, sir?"

Gibbs is quiet for a second until he says, "Miss Rodriguez, I'm calling you this morning to inform you that all five of your friends were involved in a bombing that occurred an hour ago. Their unit was heading back to Chicago on a flight to surprise family and friends when the plane exploded 20 minutes into the flight."

This all feels like a joke, but by the sincerity of Special Agent Gibb's voice, she knows it's not. The men all look at each other in shock.

"Miss Rodriguez?" Gibbs asks after not hearing anything for a few seconds.

"I'm here." She says as she sets her phone on her desk, holding her head in her hands.

"We are doing everything we can to get a start on solving this case. For now, I will transfer you over to one of my team members, Special Agent McGee, who will tell you what your next steps are." Gibbs explains to her.

"Thank you, sir."

There are a few seconds of quietness before a different man's voice begins to speak, "Hello, Miss Rodriguez, this is Special Agent Timothy McGee. Before the conversation continues, I'd like to give you my sincerest condolences."

"Thank you, sir." She says softly, still holding her head in her hands, looking down at her phone screen.

"We need you to come verify the bodies of your friends. Is there any possible way for you to be in Los Angeles by tomorrow morning before 8 in the morning?"