DETECTIVES - Jay Halstead (2)

38- Silence

Amelia

I watched as Jay's weak body was carried out of the room. I watched as Adam nervously ran his fingers through his hair. I watched as Kevin stood in the middle of the room, observing the mess. I watched as Hailey looked over to me, then at where Jay used to be and finally over to Derek - unsure of who she should save first. I watched as Hank looked disapprovingly at me, making my heart race even more than it already was. What would happen then? Would I be charged for murder? The only one I left alive was Derek and I knew that he would make me pay for killing his men.

It wasn't the first time I had blood on my hands, but it was the first time I had gotten so carried away in a fight that I had to do it with my bare hands. I had never purposely killed someone, this time I killed two with the intention of them never waking up. I refused to look at them, I couldn't. Their lifeless bodies laid on the ground, emptying themselves of the blood they contained. A shudder ran up my spine at the thoughts and I knew I wasn't ready to forget it.

"Sarge, I-I had to." I spoke, my voice shaking and low. I took a step towards them, only hearing my foot rest in a pool of blood. I screwed my eyes shut and sighed heavily.

"Don't say another word until we get to the district." Voight ordered, gesturing in Hailey's direction to go outside. The other paramedics carried Derek out of the room as he shouted profanities in my direction, making me hang my head low. "Atwater, you drive Amelia back to the district." He glanced at Atwater quickly and as soon as the detective nodded at him, he turned to me, "You get cleaned up, changed and wait in my office. You do not talk to anyone until you speak to me." Voight turned his back to me before harshly turning back around, pointing his finger at me, "Not even to Jay."

I nodded, breathing out heavily. I jammed my hands in my pockets as I followed Atwater out of the house. We walked past Jay, who was sitting in the back of the ambulance - facing us. He was getting fixed by one of the paramedics as I tried to slip past him without catching his attention. Obviously it was not a success.

"Hey-" He reached out to us, trying to grab my wrist. I pulled my arm away and glanced at Atwater, hoping he'd tell him I couldn't speak to anyone. He got the message, nodding as he turned to Jay and pushed me away a little.

"She can't talk to anyone, Voight's orders." He explained shortly, making Jay scoff loudly and pulling away from the paramedic's touch. He got up and limped his way over to me. I caught his elbows as he stood in front of me, trying to help him stand still.

"Are you okay?" He asked and I shortly nodded, even though it was killing me I couldn't disobey Voight's orders. I didn't know what was coming for me and I couldn't risk it. "It'll be fine, we'll find a way no matter what happens." Jay reassured me, his hands gently cupping my face. I nodded again, tears filling up my eyes as I breathed in and out deeply. "I love you." He kissed me softly and Atwater helped him get back in the ambulance so the paramedic could finish up. Kevin hit Jay's shoulder gently and then walked back to me. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder as we walked, tears rolling down my face. How did it come to this?

Kevin didn't try to talk to me at all, but I could tell he was itching to ask how I was doing and what happened. But he respected Voight's orders and I appreciated it a lot. He guided me to Hank's office and sat with me until our Sergeant arrived. He dismissed Kevin and sat behind his desk, facing me.

"This is my unit, Amelia. My unit, okay? I take the heat, I take the bullets. So you tell me the truth so that I can lie for you, understood?" I nodded shortly and he continued, "Good. The Commander is coming in a few minutes to talk to you about what's going to happen so we only have a few seconds to figure out what we're going to do."

"They asked me to give the files as soon as they put me in a room alone. I refused, telling them I would hand them over as soon as I could see Jay." I explained to him how it first when down, rubbing my hands up and down my thighs - nervous. "And-and then they started beating us up and -uh, I knew Jay was getting tired he was in a really bad condition and I was growing tired as well. The only weapon I had on me was the knife, so I did what I knew would keep him from going up against me again. I stabbed him in the neck and took the knife out instantly, I dropped it as I went to the other guy who was attacking Jay." I told him every detail about the rest of the fight, everything he needed to know was now out in the open for him to know. "I pulled the trigger twice on Derek to keep him from calling someone else or even from attacking us. Then you guys came in."

He thought for a few seconds, rubbing his face. "Here's what we're going to do." Hank leaned forward, looking directly at me, "Not a word about you doing all that to defend Jay. You were scared for your life. He never threatened Jay with the knife, he only threatened you. Then, you defended Jay from the other guy and had to pull the trigger on him because you were in danger. The third guy is only knocked out and will most probably make it out just fine. So will Derek, so it's their words against ours." Hank planned out quickly and I shook my head, sighing.

"Shouldn't I just tell the truth? I can handle whatever comes next." I tried and Hank leaned back on his chair, raising his eyebrows at me.

"Yeah? You can handle jail? You can handle loosing your badge? You can handle screwing over the career you've worked so hard to build? You can handle loosing everything you build after everything you've been through? Loosing Jay? The life you're going to live together? I don't think so, Amelia. I'm not taking any chances. Everything you did was legitimate to me in this situation, but the ones that are higher up might not think so. We have to be prepared." He finished just as the Commander walked in. I got up to greet him and he told me to sit back down. I knew he wasn't going to sit, so I told him I'd prefer standing up.

"Two dead and two alive, Detective. They might be on the list of Chicago's most wanted, but that doesn't mean we needed them dead." He sighed, "Lucky for you, the scene my investigators looked at made us believe it was a fair fight. You will still need to give us your written down truth about what happened, but you should be out of the woods. Until then, I don't want you working on the field." He warned, making me let out a sigh of relief as I held back a smile.

"And," He added, "I don't want you working in this unit anymore." I looked at him wide eyed.

"What? Why?" I asked, glancing at Voight quickly. He looked like he knew exactly what was happening and that scared me.

"Your relationship with Detective Halstead has been brought to my ears a couple of times in the past few weeks. It worries your fellow detectives and officers, they think it might make you unable to concentrate and act in the right state of mind. So it's either you end your relationship with Detective Halstead or you quit this unit."

"Who the hell complained about their relationship? If I don't think it's a problem, no one should. This is my unit, my detectives." Voight fought back.

"I can't say, Sergeant. But I can assure you that issues like this don't sit to well with me. So take care of it, Detective Davis. I'll talk to you later." He left the room and all I could hear was my heartbeat going faster and faster. I sat down on the chair behind me and stared in front of me, not believing what just happened.

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