Baby I'm Preying On You Tonight - Tagged

[Nicky Reagan - Boyle]

Nicky was excited to finally get her first real chance to make a difference as a cop. She had a few months to go being a cadet still but she had been picked out by the ATF to join an operation. Smuggling, serial murder and more drugs than you could shake a stick at. The job was all hush hush, she could tell no one and that included her mother and Hank. Nicky never said a word to either of them as the day finally came for the bust to begin. Nicky guessed that her mother and Hank would have all the details and would likely have signed off on her being involved in the first place.

Unfortunately for her, Nicky was naive to the goings on at federal agencies so the fact that no one talked to anyone until the last minute. Well that was a minor detail that escaped her notice entirely. Nicky was simply glad to get her shot to prove she could be a cop as well as anyone else in the family. Nicky had disappeared from Cadet School; she had met the agent that gave her the details she needed for the night. She was to meet with the suspected serial killer, go with him when she posed as a potential victim, act like she had too much to drink and he would drive her to his usual killing ground.

There the ATF would be waiting to bust him, flip him from the guy he worked for running the drugs and the smuggling side. It seemed good enough to her, the cops she could hear on the radio were already in place and the only time she would be on her own was in the bar where she was to hang around the bar flirting with the bar tender. An agent as far as she was aware. Young, brunette, cute it was a type she fit and the fact that she was just to act like a twenty two year old drunk... she had seen enough of them to have that down to an art form.

The evening progressed, it was soon ten at night and Nicky was still hovering around the bar. Buying drink after drink, most of it being spilled though she was on her fifth martini of the night and she was starting to feel it. There was only so much she could spill, nudge and lose before she had to take a sip of the glass. One thing she had managed to miss at cadet school, how to be a good undercover cop and it was too late to phone Hank or her uncle and grandfather about it. No this was her chance she thought as the man approached her.

“Evening there, looks like you could use another drink.” He said to her as Nicky smiled with a slight hiccup as she chuckled. “Yeah I think so.” She said as she reached for her half full glass knocking it over the bar as she gasped pretending to be mortified about it. “Oh I’m sorry... I... it just fell.” She said watching the man that seemed as normal as pie smile laugh and order her another martini. Nicky only took her eyes off the glass for two seconds to glance around the bar. She forgot for a second that inside the bar she was on her own as her eyes glanced back at the man smiling.

She took the drink failing to see the fizzing at the bottom of the glass, it was a still drink but Nicky was far too excited to be on her first case to be bothered with a minor detail. “Drink up sweetie and maybe we can go somewhere a little quieter for the evening? Another bar maybe?” The man asked her as Nicky chuckled and nodded drinking about a third of the glass. “That would be fun.” Nicky said as she wobbled off the bar stool she had been sat on. She felt a little light headed but then drinking had never been a skill of hers as the man reached out to steady her.

She smiled trusting that the ATF had her back on this, despite the fact her head felt fuzzy she thought it was all part of the alcohol as they walked out of the bar together. Nicky started to feel worse and worse as she slurred her words about forgetting her back. Her bag had that pesky tracker in that she was supposed to have, her ID and a panic button fitted into the clasp of it. She could see exactly where she left it on the bar too. “I should go and get my bag.” Nicky said as she was helped into the passenger seat of the car. She barely even heard the reply of getting it later from the man as her head lolled against the window as she struggled to keep her eyes open. Nicky was only vaguely aware that the car was moving until her world went dark.

Erin "Lou" Voight, Henry 'Hank' Voight, Thomas Voight,

[Thomas Voight]

Thomas had no idea how Debra did the job and made it look so easy. He had put in extra hours but the paperwork didnt seem to disappear and the list of things to do didnt get any smaller. He was working through what he had for the FBI, almost finished it too and had already reached to switch his desk light off when the stack of paper came in from another agency. The official ‘yeah we are working on this in your back yard’ pile if headaches. Thomas was willing it to disappear though he sat back down at the desk again and flipped his way through the first few pages.

Smuggling, drugs and related deaths. It was ATF he was dealing with, so sure they could take that he figured until he read about an operation taking place that evening. To start with it was just the regular stuff, plant an undercover agent in a bar and wait for the killer to fall into their lap. For the ATF it was a good plan, one Thomas would have been pleased to be a part of though yeah he wasnt an undercover agent anymore. He missed that side of the job, it didnt have half as much paperwork, or a desk or really anything remotely like he had now. Hell he hadn’t even thought he would be in charge of a piece of paper given his history.

Still he was there and he was reading about how another lucky agent would be doing all the stuff he knew how to do like the back of his hand. The next few pages were about the candidates, young, brunettes though none of them appeared to look like the previous victims. Well so far Thomas couldnt see this case getting off the ground but since it was on his desk, it was underway as he made sure that there were no federal any things in the way of it. No other cases that overlapped, no undercover assets in that particular bar that evening.

The file was brutal, the images of the serial killings connected to the drug trafficking and smuggling were images he wasnt going to unsee any time soon. Nope dinner was now off the table and even cereal had no appeal to him. He could see why they wanted this guy so badly though Thomas was surprised he hadn’t heard of this case before but given it was split over several states and had only recently started up in Chicago. It seemed to be the paperwork was slow on the updates. Nope ATF had a clear run at this one as he flipped over the page.

Thomas could feel his heart drop out of his chest as his mouth went dry the minute he came across the photo and relevant details for the undercover agent they had picked. Nicky. Thomas had to look again at the name and photo, she was the spitting image of those he had seen in the crime scene photos. No they hadn’t gone to the cadet school? No that wouldnt even be legal? How could this have even happened as Thomas read that the chief of police was receiving the same information. Surely they hadn’t signed off on this but then the ATF wasnt exactly known for waiting for the authorisation for things like that. Thomas grabbed his phone and gun from the desk as he snatched his keys from his pocket and flew out of the door clutching the file.

This was the States Attorney’s daughter, Hank’s daughter of sorts. What the hell were people thinking even picking her for this as Thomas wanted to scream at people but he could make that work just yet. No he needed to get hold of Erin, try and stop Nicky and then get to the bar and kill whichever ATF agent thought that this was a good idea before turning his sights on the CPD unless Hank took care of that.

Thomas called Hank and told him to get his ass down to the Blue Bell Bar and Grill. He didnt have time to explain to the man though all he had said was it was family as he decided to try and get hold of Erin. After hanging up on Hank Thomas dialled Erin, surely she would know where Nicky was. Maybe they were in time to stop the whole thing and she was home having dinner or something. “Answer the damn phone!” Thomas practically screamed into the handset after the last ring as he threw himself into the car and put on the lights and sirens.

It was evening so no rush hour traffic but Thomas was far enough away from that bar to panic. All he could hope for was that Nicky was still at home and he could scream at her for the poor life choice and cop choice for taking such an assignment. No she wasnt a trained undercover cop, sure she looked like the victims, was young enough but she was just a cadet. This was a trained serial killer for peat sake, what the hell was wrong with the CPD and ATF for letting this happen.

Tag: Nicky Reagan - Boyle & Erin "Lou" Voight

[Henry 'Hank' Voight]

Hank was finished up for the night, he had his jacket in hand and had already flicked off the desk light as he made his way to the door of his office. It was reasonably early finish as he looked forward to getting home now Erin was there and Nicky too though he wasnt entirely sure if she was there or at school still. Hank promised the kid he wouldnt pull strings but that didnt stop him from checking in every now and again just to make sure she was doing well enough. From what he knew so far the kid was at the top of her class which was both good and bad in so many ways.

Nope Hank promised he wouldnt do anything and so far he was staying well back from it all. He had just about pulled the door shut when he heard the desk phone ring. Crap, crap and double crap. Hank wondered if he could just walk away and for a moment he took those few steps before he sighed heavily and headed back to his office. If it was a case then he could pass it off if it wasnt for intelligence he thought answering with his usual chipper tone of. Voight. Any by chipper more a grunt and a word.

Thomas, yeah of course the fed would phone right at that moment. Hank was about to yell at the guy for interrupting his office getaway when the guy was rambling about a serial killer, to get to a bar and family. Family sure Hank would drop everything for that, a serial killer... it was work related so sure it had a tendency to come high in his priority pile but the two in the same sentence and screamed at him down a phone by a fed. Practically one of two feds he had any trust for in the world. Yeah he was running from his office, gun on his hip and heading to the Blue Bell Bar and Grill for family and a serial killer.

Hank tried to ask if it was family who had been hurt but he didnt even get a response as he realised that Thomas had hung up on him. The useless prat he thought as he jumped into his car and set off trying to call the fed back but was met with a voice mail. Sure Hank did leave an angry voicemail but then Thomas was lucky it was the only thing he was doing as he shoved his phone in his pocket and focused on trying to get to this bar as quickly as possible.

He could scream at Thomas then for being a pain in the ass if it was a panic over nothing though Hank hadn’t known Thomas to panic over nothing before. Not at least with him the guy didnt, Sharon maybe but Hank hadn’t ever received a panic call from the guy. Or even a get your ass to this bar for a killer and family reason so Hank just made sure to put his foot down.

Tag: Nicky Reagan - Boyle & Erin "Lou" Voight

[Nicky Reagan - Boyle]

Her mouth was dry. It was the first thing that came to mind as she tried to speak. The words that came out sounded fine in her head but her ears only picked up gasping sounds as she tried to breathe. Her hands were tied to a chair, metal by the sounds of the scraping it made as she tried to pull her hands away from it. Her eyes never even opened as she could feel herself fall back into that dark sleep she had almost woken from. Nicky had no idea of the time or even where she was though she knew it was cold.

Too cold to be comfortable as she felt herself shiver which woke her again. This time her eyes flickered open for a moment, she could see the outlines of the dark room with the glint of the metal chair that felt like it had just stabbed her eyes in the light. Despite the darkness everything felt too bright as she sat there making more legible words about where she was and what had happened. She still had enough presence of mind to keep quiet about being a cop or a cadet or working for the ATF. It was all still jumbled in her brain as she focused hearing someone moving nearby.

Nicky turned her head toward the sound, she could see the man from the bar standing there though next to him was a steel surgical tray. She could see the sharp ends on instruments; the table at the far side of the room had various tools covered in blood. Her heart began to hammer waiting for the moment the ATF would burst in though it was quiet. Maybe they were waiting for a confirmation or more evidence. That had to be it she thought, more evidence get him to admit it.

Staring at the man Nicky tried to be confident. “Why am I here? What are you doing?” She asked as she struggled against the zip ties that held her hand to the steel chair. Her only answer was a callous smile and a horrid laugh that sent a horrific shiver through her. The spine tingling fear that this man was everything the files said he was and she was in this room with him.

Henry 'Hank' Voight, Erin "Lou" Voight,

[Thomas Voight]

When Thomas arrived at the bar he wasnt for waiting and hanging around outside to see where the ATF where. What struck him more was that there wasnt a vehicle close enough that he could call as federal or even an over watch for Nicky. Thomas didnt think too long on it as he entered the bar, he had her cadet school photo clutched in his hand as he pushed past a few people in the bar, yes he was being rude but for a very good reason. Nicky shouldn’t even have been within ten feet of any case that required this level of UC skills.

Thomas wanted to kill whoever had let this happen, she shoved her way through the sea of people. Grabbing a few on the way past, spinning them around to see if he had found Nicky but there was nothing. No one that resembled her as he pushed the photo under the bar tenders nose. “This girl, have you seen her?” Thomas asked lacking in patience as he glared at the man. “Hey pal, I don’t know...” It was the last words the man managed to speak as Thomas grabbed his shirt and almost dragged him across the bar between them.

“Listen, I asked have you seen her.” Thomas snapped at the man seeing him nod. Well they were getting somewhere he thought until the guy pointed to the one empty seat that was about to be taken. Thomas made sure it wasnt taken as he saw Nicky’s bag and phone. He riffled through them seeing the ID with her face but not her name, the phone, the bag. All the things that no one with half a mind for undercover work would ever be without. There was no reason to give up a phone or bag in a room full of people.

Nothing could go that badly wrong in the middle of the bar. “She left with some guy out that door.” The barman pointed before going back to serving drinks to a few others. “She was cute, flirted like mad with me.” Thomas almost wanted to shoot the guy there and then as he slammed is badge down on the bar for the man to see as he explained who he was. “She’s a cop and I swear if anything happened to her. You’re the first one I shoot.” He snapped before grabbing the phone and bag and heading out of the far door. Thomas could see the tyre marks for where a car might have been.

Though there was no car as he ventured further outside only to see the adjoining street that would make for an easy drive away. Thomas grabbed his phone as he knew Hank would have everything else sorted as he called every favour he had in. All agents were coming down, attack on a family member and he even left a message for the Chief of Police to get down to the bar immediately as one of her cadets was missing right under her nose. All he knew was in the file he had a file he didnt have much time to run over as he paced and waited for the response.

Tag: Nicky Reagan - Boyle & Erin "Lou" Voight, &Olivia Benson (if you want)

[Henry 'Hank' Voight]

When Hank got to the bar he did his usual park wherever the hell he wanted to jig. The flashing lights practically got him a parking space anywhere and despite the drunken people loitering outside, Hank found one pretty easily. Half on and half off the pavement. Hank was okay with that when he saw a better version that was practically almost through the front door, the car he knew Thomas drove was parked in the middle of the doorway almost. Lights and sirens still flashing and the door wide open which was a crap move if ever there was one.

Hank reached in to silence the siren as he noted that the fed had taken the car keys with him, maybe not too crap. The guy had some sense if he could say that. It wasnt until a photo took Hank’s attention. Nicky. It was Nicky’s photo sticking out of the files that were strewn across the passenger seat of Thomas’s car. Hank was quick to grab them, scanning the main parts of some operation with the ATF. Well Nicky wasnt involved in anything ATF until he saw about the killer and her alias. What the hell had the child done?

Hank hated fed for a reason and this was just that reason. Why hadn’t she said anything to him or ask about it but then Hank knew how it all worked. Say nothing, act normal and we’ll have your back. It explained the panicked call from Thomas as Hank headed into the bar. Lights, music and alcohol. What happened to dive bars the quiet drinking holes that no one got too overly excited in that were more his speed. Hank shoved his way through the crowd as he made his way to the bar. All he had to do was glare at a visibly shaken bar tender for the man to start spilling the beans.

“I swear I didnt do it. She was here and then that fed guy he took the bag and phone and went that way.” The man said pointing to the door. “She left with some guy but the fed said she was a cop and hasn’t come back yet.” Hank didnt even want to take a step outside of that door. If Thomas had a body out there then Hank was guaranteed to want to tear Chicago apart. No Erin, he needed to call Erin maybe she knew what Nicky was doing. Sure Hank and Nicky hadn’t seen eye to eye and weren’t best friends but she would have told him. Said something, she wouldnt have been that naive.

Hank reached for his phone and did the one thing he never really did. He texted. ‘Meet me at the Blue Bell Bar and Grill. Emergency. Call me.’ Was the message to Erin, no Erin had to be involved in this he thought as he didnt bother going after Thomas, if the man had anything he would have called by now as Hank text the man to say he was outside. He headed back to Thomas’s car as he started into reading the files flicking over the pages as he tried to work out who was involved and what Nicky was dragged into in the first place. Hank placed his phone on the bonnet of the car, he didnt even know if Erin was still working. It wasnt too far for her to come if she was but he needed to hear that Nicky was home. Home and not involved in this madness.

Tag: Nicky Reagan - Boyle & Erin "Lou" Voight

[Erin "Lou" Voight]

Erin Reagan Voight

Finding the truth is like deconstructing a milkshake

⚖ Nicky Reagan - Boyle,Thomas Voight,Henry 'Hank' Voight, ⚖

Erin narrowed her eyes at the attorney in her office. “I asked you to sit second chair on that case for a reason. You can’t just make up your own agenda. Allison needed you in that courtroom and you weren’t there.” She narrowed her eyes at the younger attorney. “That’s not the first time this has happened but it will be the last. Pack your things, you no longer work for this office.” She grabbed her phone off the desk as it started ringing her cell was somewhere in her purse. Unless it was an emergency most people never called it at work. She’d shoved it off her desk when doing her paperwork earlier.

“State’s Attorney’s Office. Erin Voight speaking.” She had a professional yet disgruntled tone to her voice. The younger attorney had really clipped a nerve. The last thing she wanted to do was deal with whomever was insisting they speak to her. The secretary must have cotton balls for ears. Erin had made it a point to say she wasn’t taking any calls. Then she looked at the ID. Hank.

“Sorry honey, it’s been a stressful morning.” She fumbled with her paperwork on her desk. Tidying. If he was calling her work phone, then she could only imagine why. She tapped her fingers on her desk as she started biting on her lips.

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[Nicky Reagan - Boyle]

“You’re that guy they are talking about on the news.” Nicky said trying to make an attempt at friendly conversation but she felt sick even talking to this man. “Is it true what they are saying about you?” She asked knowing for sure in all she had read she hardly wanted that statement answered. The man appeared to be oblivious to what she had asked until he turned her way. Nicky gulped watching as the metal instruments covered in blood where wheeled on the table closer to where she sat.

“Want to keep talking or just let me do my work?” The man asked harshly as Nicky shook her head. “Talking... why... why are you doing this?” She asked again not entirely sure she wanted to make a point of finding that out. Nicky could only hope that the ATF was around and they could hear her talking. It was then she felt the stab of the needle in her arm, this time she was sure it was bigger as it hurt like hell. The sting in her arm was almost unbearable as she watched the room starting to spin.

Powerless to do much about it as she sat there, even breathing became a tough challenge as she tried to fight off closing her eyes but there was no use in that either. The last image she saw was the man running his hands over the silver tools at the side of her as she tried to scream but even that was more effort than she could muster. Her eyes closed again and her world went dark with the hope that the ATF would find her or her mother and Hank would know something was wrong.

She could only imagine what those two would think, out with friends or just tried to avoid the house because of Hank being ... Hank. No if there was ever a time for the family crazy it was now and Nicky wanted that more than ever.

Thomas Voight, Henry 'Hank' Voight, Erin "Lou" Voight,

[Thomas Voight]

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TRUST IS EVERYTHING

learn to give it

A response took time, it did and he knew that but he’d about lost all patience when it came to family. No he was old enough to know what undercover work was, how it worked, he was good at it until the local police department had blown his cover. Yes he got to be a boss now but then Nicky, she hadn’t even passed academy yet. She was on her own without a hope in hell that the ATF was going to back her up because Thomas didnt see any vehicle that screamed surveillance van.

After taking a look in the alley and seeing a few feds turn up he got them to tape off the scene there as he went around front. The cars were empty as he tried a few doors, the ATF weren’t taking his frantic calls even after he called them a few choice words. There was no van, no one hanging around the street and the ATF wasnt that good at undercover work. No this was all wrong from the start as Thomas tried to get hold of anyone at the agency and then anyone who would listen to him that a cadet was missing from the academy.

He went through the long list of ‘did you check at home’ and ‘what about the fact they just decided it wasn’t for them’. This was a Reagan, no family like that just up and left and home yeah right this wasnt a home situation as Thomas held his phone in his hand and started to read as quickly as he was able to in an attempt to catch himself up on names and places. Maybe there was something in the ATF file that had been missed. It wasnt out with the realm of possibilities. He just hoped Nicky could hold her own long enough for them to find her.

The more Thomas read the worse it got as he glanced at Hank who had hold of the files from his car. Yeah he wasnt about to go and tell the man how to do his job because right now, he had Erin to deal with and that wasnt going to be a fun conversation.

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SWANSKI

[Henry 'Hank' Voight]

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THIS IS CHICAGO

my city!

Phones, Hank hated them with a passion especially when people didnt answer them when it was an emergency. Instead he had to go all the way through the DA’s office nightmare of a phone system and through to Erin’s desk. Her tone of voice said all it had to, she wasnt having the best of days either. For a moment Hank wondered if Erin knew about everything, hell she was as plugged in as he was to what went on and it wouldnt be too difficult to find out. Hank was only three stupid questions from losing the will to live.

His battle royal with the secretary over the fact that family emergency was a family emergency. Who did they even hire in these jobs Hank wondered as he heard the words stressful morning. Yeah great he was about to make that morning ten times worse. Hank knew Erin was already bothered by Nicky wanted to be a cop and this wasnt exactly going to help with the, yeah she’ll be fine I’ll keep an eye on her sort of thing. Hank still wasnt sure how Nicky had even been allowed to do any of this but then it wasnt his department.

Now however he sure as hell would stick his nose in every piece of paper that went under Nicky’s nose. Nope, no more ideas, or talking to other cops or agencies or maybe no more academy the way he was feeling. “Erin, honey... I need you listen to me. Just listen and don’t say a word and get yourself down to the Blue Bell Bar.” Hank asked taking a breath as he sounded harassed and worried. “It’s Nicky, she’s in trouble and we’ll need your help Erin.” Hank explained trying not to panic Erin more than was needed.

“Get your stuff and get here honey, please. I need to know if you’ve heard from her today?” Hank asked wanting to start from the beginning but then he didnt want to have the entire conversation over a phone but information was key. And fast given what Hank was reading, this wasnt the sort of case that might go well. If anything the outcome was already decided and had it been anyone else, he might as assumed they were looking for pieces by now rather than a whole person.

Tag: Erin "Lou" Voight, Nicky Reagan - Boyle,

SWANSKI

[Erin "Lou" Voight]

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Oh she hated any statement that started with Erin I need you to listen. The fact he threw honey in there meant he was trying to keep her calm. As soon as she heard Nicky’s name she wanted to ask a million and one questions but Hank beat her to the punch. “No I haven’t heard from her. Hank what the hell is going on?” What the hell was her daughter involved with and who was she going to have words with? She was already on her way out the door to this bar.

Erin didn’t hang up the phone because if she did, she would have completely lost her mind. Erin wasn’t the best or slowest driver on the best of days. Now was probably not the best time for her to be behind the wheel of the car but there were other more important things than a crazy mother on the road. She started up the car and pulled out into traffic only quickly glancing as she heard a car horn from a car changing lanes. Yes, at this rate she was going to cause an accident. This was not happening.

∵ Thomas Voight,Henry 'Hank' Voight,Nicky Reagan - Boyle ∵

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I like a good fight

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[Nicky Reagan - Boyle]

|| TAG: Thomas Voight, Henry 'Hank' Voight, Erin "Lou" Voight,|| WORDS: 0 ||
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Nicky could have sworn her mum was right there. She could see her in the bright light that shone in her eyes. “Mum.” She gasped smiling, they had found her. Though when she tried to look around for anyone else, no one was there as she stared at the light though the more she tried to see the more Erin appeared to fade away until the face of the person stood there became clear. She gasp in horror trying to struggle against the ties that bound her to the seat as she screamed out for Erin or Hank.

They had to be there, they had to be on their way she told herself feeling the tears stream down her face. Nicky went through her day as she realised how stupid she had been, she should have said something. Left a note, texted Hank or told Sharon or Erin about it. If she had just told one person they might know where she was. Unsure on how much time had passed Nicky was sure now the ATF had lost her, she really should have known better. The ATF likely picked a cadet because who would miss one of those.

A cop killed there would be outcry, a cadet killed would anyone even take a second glance? She was at academy so would her mum even notice she had said nothing to her? She only passed a few conversations with Hank at home, Sharon and Erin sure they spoke but not to a schedule but maybe Sharon’s husband would know about the operation. All federal anything’s knew everything, they shared information. Right? Nicky was brought from her thoughts when she felt the knife trail across her thigh.

She could feel the cold blade against her leg though how could she even feel that as she glanced down to see the cut the man had made in her jeans. Four inches long, long enough that the cold blade now dug into her thigh leaving the trail of red behind as she screamed only to hear the man’s icy laugh. Nicky was powerless to stop anything as she struggled but the more she did the worse the red became on her leg, the more the leg of her jeans turned from blue to a dark burgundy colour.

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[Thomas Voight]

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Thomas could only stand there and make calls as he watched Hank and listened to the man try to talk to Erin. It was the worst part of the job having to tell someone that their kid was missing, it wasnt like it got any easier and now Nicky was family. It made it all ten times worse. He had to applaud the man for taking it on but then family was just that. If it was Sharon he would be moving heaven and earth to get her back and safe and Nicky was no different.

With that in mind Thomas did the one thing he never thought he would have to do. He called S.W.A.T and the HRT team. All hands on deck meant just that to him as he gave out the names and addresses of the ATF agents he had that were involved with the operation. He didnt care if they outranked him or he lost his job out of it, they were going to be rounded up. Dragged down to the bar and then interrogated or shot for what they had done.

A missing cadet added urgency, a missing cops daughter meant that the CPD was on board and a sitting State’s Attorney’s kid missing. Oh it was all out war against the person that did this. Thomas just wished he hadn’t seen the photos of what the guy could do. It wasnt that he didnt have the stomach for it, he had seen enough that certain things didnt bother him too much anymore. This did bother him because if Nicky was going through what those others did, he could only pray for a miracle and right now.

He needed answers from anyone who knew what was going on. Even if the Chief knew he would make sure that she paid the price for letting a cadet get involved in case like that. Hell Thomas would have thought twice about putting a seasoned undercover agent onto it. Let alone stick them in a bar where there appeared to be no surveillance or back up. Thomas moved over to where Hank was stood as he barked down the phone one of the ATF agents who decided that the rude awaking of their door being busted down was a bad move on his part.

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[Henry 'Hank' Voight]

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THIS IS CHICAGO

my city!

Hank hadn’t wanted on a case more in his life, no this was family and he was glad that the fed wasnt trying to throw around rank. If anything he had scored some brownie points in calling him first even if it was with bad news. It was bitter that a fed knew what Nicky was up to before he did but then Thomas unfortunately was family. Sharon had made the choice and sure Hank might not agree but then the man had looked after her so far. He now felt he had lost Nicky so when it came down to daughters he wasnt batting five hundred at all.

The question was a good one, Hank was still working to find that out but what he knew he wished he had known yesterday so he could yell at Nicky and then hand her over to Erin to be yelled at some more. “We’re trying to work that out right now Honey.” Hank said though honey, yeah that wasnt working at all as he decided to drop that. “When was the last time you spoke to her Erin, has she said anything about what she would be doing today?” Hank asked knowing that he wasnt exactly first in line for the kid to speak to.

Maybe he needed to change that somehow but right now finding her first was the biggest thing they needed to do. Hearing the horns over the phone Hank could feel himself start to worry more, he had been in a car with Erin and yeah it wasnt a relaxing experience and when she was upset. It was taking your life into your own hands. “Erin listen to me right now, slow down. Nicky needs you here alive. I need you alive. It’s okay just slow down.” Hank stated deciding that calling her out on her driving wasn’t a great thing to do but then Hank needed her alive.

It was bad enough Nicky was missing but Erin trying to get herself killed in a car wasnt exactly helping the stress levels of the entire day. No this was just going to hell far too fast for his liking.

Tag: Erin "Lou" Voight, Nicky Reagan - Boyle,

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[Erin "Lou" Voight]

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[attr="class","Erinnert"]Erin did not want to play twenty questions. “I don’t know and no.” Her answers were short and brisk. Erin wanted answers and she wanted them now. Hank yelling at her to slow down wasn’t going to work, not after the news bomb he’d just dropped. She hung up the phone and threw it down on the floorboard. Erin was worried and she didn’t do well when she was worried. It was more of like dealing with a robot. Safety wasn’t the foremost thing on her mind as she slammed on her brakes to avoid a collision with the car in front of her. Moving around the car she continued on her way.

Soon she was where Hank had wanted him to meet her. What the hell was going on? The State’s attorney wasn’t exactly the type that blended in with cops. Right now she looked like well… an attorney. “Someone better start talking Hank.” She had the protective look in her face. Erin rarely got that look but when she did it wasn’t fun. The woman could tear up Chicago just as fast as anyone else here, she’d just do it legally and politically. She saw some familiar faces of FBI agents… What the hell was going on here? Not that anyone here was labeled as a fed or a cop. But she recognized them all the same. Undercovers but why?

Erin could feel her skin boiling up underneath of her glazed over look of ‘something is going to die’. She didn’t need Hank to baby her or treat her like everything was fine. Erin knew better and could see right through it so she could almost dare him to try, she’d snap his head off too. To be fair, if Sharon or the other Erin were in the same position, she’d have the same schooled look of ‘go to hell’ written on her face.

∵ Nicky Reagan - Boyle,Thomas Voight,Henry 'Hank' Voight, ∵

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