The Sergeant's Daughter

Chapter Twenty (Final Chapter)

Have you ever felt like time stopped or like time just wouldn't move the way it should? I have. Have you ever regretted a bad decision? I have. That's how I felt in the last moments. Sitting in this box was getting hard. My breathing was different than normally. By now I had lost more blood than I think I should have. The back of my shirt was wet from the blood draining. I felt weak almost like I was dying.
I laid my head against the side of the box and closed my eyes. I made myself take slow deep breaths. It hurt to do it but I pushed myself to do it anyway. "I'm going to get out of here. I'm going to see my son and my dad again." I mumbled quietly. I drifted asleep.

The sound of Michael's rage woke up me. It sounded like he was doing another hunt for me. I knew it was only a matter of time before he did find me. When he did eventually find me I knew it wasn't going to be sunshine and roses. He would kill me or maybe he would torture so bad I'd ask to be killed. He would kill me then burn my body to hide any evidence. Maybe I should just take my chances on him catching me while I make my escape. It's not like I had very many options. I wondered if Intelligence was any close to finding me. Did they see the camera? They had to have seen it. They would have see me go in that coffee shop and go out of it. I kept going in and out of consciousness. I was beginning to get tired of fighting I wanted to give up but I knew I couldn't at least not yet. Henry needed me like I needed him. I couldn't give up on him. Dad needed me even though he doesn't say it, plus I just got my home. Did I really want Henry growing up without a mom? Did I want my dad to go through another funeral, lose yet another child?

Negative thoughts filled my mind. "Think good thoughts Jordan. You can do this." I told myself. I tough even though Im small. There's an old saying that popped in my head, that goes "Sky above me, earth below me, and fire within me." That fire inside me was burning.

A smell floated through the air it was smoke. I grunted from the pain as I peaked out. The smoke floated through the air. "Oh what the hell. I'll take my chances." I said. I stuck my gun in my boot and crawled out the box. I'd rather die from a gunshot or getting stabbed than die from being burned alive. If I was going to do this I had to do and not back out. Michael!" I yelled out. "I'm right here come get me!" I managed to pick myself up off the floor. I hobbled up the aisle. He wasn't answering me, it was his way of playing mind tricks. I had to think smarter than him, I had to be wiser. I looked around to see if he might be hiding close by. I kept going slowly. My injuries held me back.

I turned a corner and saw flames. I turned around to go back and a fist caught me in the face. I fell to the ground. I wiped the blood from my mouth.
"You thought I left." He smirked.
"I hope you didn't." I shot back. "I wanted to see how this ended with us."
"Kicking you in the ribs, breaking your leg, and shooting you wasn't enough?" He asked.
"You can't and you work break me." I said. He picked up a piece of glass. Michael squatted besides me. He grabbed my face and took the piece of glass and slid it across my face. He got up and stood. "That's some nice work I did there." He laughed. I reached down for my boot and grabbed gun. "Go to hell Michael." I said pointing the gun at his head. I pulled the trigger. He fell to the ground.

The flames and smoke grew around me. As I picked myself off the ground I heard shouting. "Chicago PD!Jordan where are you?" I let out the biggest sigh. "Finally." I hobbled to the voices. "Help!" I screamed. I couldn't go any further so I sat against a wall. I couldn't go anything further. "I'm right here!" I screamed. I close my eyes to take a rest. A hand shook me. "Jordan! Jordan wake up!" Erin said. She called over her radio to the rest. She told them where we was and I needed an ambulance.
"You came." I mumbled.
"Yes. We came. You're gonna be okay." She said. Voight and the rest came running over. "Oh Jordan." Voight said as he hugged me. "Ow. That hurts."
"I'm sorry."
Jay walked over. "Is Micheal here?" I pointed in the direction where his body laid. "He's dead."  Ruzek and Jay walked the direction I told them. They came back a few minutes later. "He's definitely dead. Who took the shot?" Ruzek asked. "I did." I said. "Nice work." Jay said. Kevin picked me up and carried me outside. He laid me on the stretcher. Gabby and Brett begin checking vitals and going through the list. "I'm going to be okay." I softly whispered. "Yes you are Jordan. You are going to be okay." Gabby said. I reached my hand out for Kevin. He grabbed my hand and held tight. I noticed another stretcher coming out of the building. A body bag sat on top of it being wheeled out.

I jumped out of my sleep. "Nooooo." I cried. To my disappointment I was not saved. Intelligence had not come for me. The only upside to this was I did shoot Michael. He was dead and wasn't coming back. The smoke was getting heavy, I coughed and coughed. I crawled to Michael's body. I searched for a phone and found one. I dialed 911. "Help me. There's a fire.." I managed to get out before I passed out.

To Be Continued...

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