Detective Mitchell //Fanfiction//

Chapter 2: Personal Emergency

{Provided image is of Caroline} 

Hank drives fast down the highway before getting off at an exit. I know we're not heading anywhere with people. We're heading to the one location I know we'll be truly alone, just the way Hank likes it. And before long, we drive underneath a bridge and park in a field like area. The view of the city stands in front of us and I turn my head glancing to Hank. He takes off his seat belt and climbs out, motioning for me to follow. For a moment I just sit in the car staring at him and then the view of the city. That is until my side of the door opens and Hank reaches over to unbuckle my seat belt. I act quick though and push him away. He backs away as I take off my seat belt and climb out of the car.

Hank slams my door shut and walks past me. He walks a little ways away from the car as I slowly follow. I stand a couple feet away from him, crossing my arms over my chest and tilting my head to the side. "What are we doing here Hank?" I ask, to the back of him. He stays where he is looking out at the city before turning around and locking our eyes.

"What the hell is going on with you?" He asks. I shrug my shoulders and shake my head side to side. "Don't play this game Mitchell. You were told to go talk with that girl and then you tell me what you're doing-"

"I wanted to see the crime scene Hank. There's nothing wrong with that, plus I did talk to the girl. Her name's Casey by the way and she told me lots." His face scrunched up and I could tell he was getting mad by the way I kept interrupting him. I roll my eyes and turn my head looking to the right. "Can we please just get back to the case?"

"No, we can't. Not till you tell me what's going on with you."

"Nothing's going on with me Hank, for the last time!" I throw up my hands, getting frustrated with him, but he walks towards me pointing at me with his index finger.

"I have known you for almost 5 years, kid. I know something's wrong, so either you tell me or I'm making you stay at the office and help Sergeant Platt." I roll my eyes once again and shake my head from side to side. Silence surrounds us except for the sounds of the cars from the city. I look past Hank and to the city, continuing to shake my head from side to side. "Alright you're-"

"Hank, I'm a private person so if you wanna take me off the damn case when you know you need me then go right ahead," I say cutting him off, before turning on my heels and walking away. I hear him call out my name but I keep walking. I walk past his car and head towards the highway, but I don't get far before I hear a car zoom past me and pull over in front of me, getting in my way. I stop walking and shove my hands into my pants as Voight gets out.

"Get in the car," he says. I shake my head and stay where I am. "Look, we can either do this the hard way or the easy way. It's up to you." He slams his door shut and stands with his hands cupped together. I don't say anything, I continue to stare at him and before I know it he's walking towards me. I shake my head and not even seconds later he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder. I start kicking my legs and doing everything I can to get out of his grip. But he doesn't loosen up. Instead he opens the back door to the car and puts me in, quickly shutting the door. I go to open it when I hear the door lock. Seriously, I think to myself banging on the window.

Hank's climbs into the driver's seat and I shake my head, leaning up towards him. "Really, this is kidnapping," I say, looking at his side profile. He keeps his eyes on the road taking a left turn.

"You know me Mitchell. I've done worse," he answers, taking a right. A sigh escapes my lips as I lean back and look straight ahead, before leaning back up and climbing up to the front seat. Hank says nothing as I climb to the passenger seat and get situated. He continues on driving as I look out the side of the window, leaning my head against it.