Rock The Boat - Tagged

[Thomas Voight]

Working with CPD. Thomas never thought he would have to do that but there he was, stuck on a boat in an attempt to pull off a deception that might have rivalled Houdini. They needed to make someone disappear and they were about to get started on that. Thomas had managed to be camped out around the harbour most of the day, watching and waiting for word that what they were attempting was actually going to happen. Still it was the whole collaborating with the CPD that stung him. His family were CPD, the sort that made it a family business though SSA Oxford wanted him to help then that was what he did.

Thomas kept a careful eye on his phone as he was dressed as if he was out for a day at the harbour though given his height and build he tried to tone down any menacing feel. It was only when his phone buzzed and he read the message that was a go ahead did he move onto the boat. He glanced at the photo of who he needed to smuggle off the boat as he realised it was the same woman from the shooting range. Probably the most none lethal person he knew but he did let his guard down a little with that in mind. Not to do with what was going on but this one wasn’t going to be a problem.

Once he was on the boat he went to make his way around, looking as casual as possible as if he belonged there all his life. He was good at blending, FBI to boat owner to boat person back to kidnapper then back to FBI. It was simply what he did. He had his ID safely tucked away in his jeans pocket so it wasn’t visible but the outline of a gun was, this was a Mafia case so he wasn’t taking any chances just on the off chance something had leaked somewhere along the way. It was a simple idea, get the woman off the boat then blow the boat up and make it look like she was dead. What could go wrong with that he thought to himself as he turned a corner on the boat.

Tag: Sharon "Cher" Voight

[Sharon "Cher" Voight]

P-P-P Poker Face Thomas Voight, Henry 'Hank' Voight, @debbie, Steven Hudson, @peanut, @howard Mood: Spooked Location: Boat at the docks ❥ She was supposed to meet Debra here but when she heard footsteps around the corner she was in the middle of hallucinations because of her medications. When Thomas rounded the corner it wasn't the FBI agent's face she saw but a face of her past. With the hitman's face on her mind she pulled the trigger to her gun. She was aiming to kill but she had terrible aim and she knew it wouldn't go to its intended destination. It wasn't until the bang of the gun went off that she realized what she had done. Oh crap! She had just shot a federal agent and had to think quickly. Sharon remembered him from the gun range. She quickly ran over and put pressure on his wound. "Lucky for you I am a terrible shot" she told him. That was about as close to an apology as he was going to get right now. She had no idea the boat was rigged to explode. She would have called the medics but that wasn't an option. Right now she knew it was too risky for her to go on public record anywhere. The woman had been in hiding since the Pizza incident, which is why she couldn't understand why she was here today. Reaching for Thomas' phone she dialed his boss. Her phone was dead. "Debbie I need I help I shot one of your agents. It was an accident. I thought he was someone else and and.." "Calm down. Get yourself and Jackson off the boat." Debra replied. Sharon couldn't think clearly. "Debra I need medics now!" she was screaming at the phone. "Do as I tell you. We can sort the rest out later." she wasn't filling Sharon in because she thought she already knew the plan. Debra was agitated and third partied. Hank into the line. It was the best she could figure to do at this point. Sharon heard the line ringing. Though she looked down to Jackson. She was missing something here and Sharon was very naive. What was going on? They were more concerned about them getting off the boat than getting medical attention. "I know I just shot you; but I need you to trust me right now." Well that was an awesome way to begin a conversation with men when you didn't really trust them to begin with. "Your boss wants us off this boat. I'm going to keep pressure on this wound. Can you walk with me?" she told him as she put his phone on her free hand on his belt clip on speaker so they could both hear. Then she moved the one hand to his back. She still had no idea how badly she had grazed his shoulder. Sharon was beginning to feel terrible and sick. She fired her weapon like she had been taught to and it was at a fed. The color was draining from her face but she had to focus. This was about keeping Jackson alive. Debra hung up to call the medics and Hank. Help was on the way but she had to move someone she just shot. He was her responsibility now. Dammit what was going on? Because her emotions showed on her face all the fear and the frustration was there; but so was the genuine concern for the man she had just shot. Taking a few breathes she tried to figure out how to fix this. Her mind was busy but she was still just as focused on keeping him from bleeding as she had been from the moment the gun went off. Her dad was probably going to kill her. ♚ Made by SYLVIA of SA and GS♚

[Thomas Voight]

He didn’t even have time to draw his own gun before the harmless female he knew from the shooting range actually shot him. Had it not been for the sudden searing pain in his shoulder that felt like it had just been blown apart from the inside, he might have been impressed by her conviction on the shoot but hell they were on the same damn side. The force of the shot knocked him to his back as he struggled to sit up right before glaring at the woman which was closely followed by a half stifled “What the hell.”. Lucky? He was WHAT? He felt like he wanted to scream at the woman but thank anything she was a bad shot. “You still shot me.” He snapped harshly as he bit his lip the minute she put any pressure on the wound.

A few mumbled words cascaded from his mouth, some about disbelief and of all the people followed by those colourful kind of words that just made things worse. Thomas was too stunned to say anything other that it hurt and what sort of a lunatic she was as she spoke to Debbie. Yes his boss now knew that he had been shot by the person he was supposed to get the hell off the boat, yes explosives. His mind that had practically been filled with pain and curse words suddenly remembered the fact that they were sitting on enough explosives to take them both out if they didn’t move soon.

When she spoke he gave her his best annoyed sarcastic face. She wanted him to trust her after she shot him? What was this Mr Bean? How was he supposed to trust a woman who was one female and two shot him and now wanted him to trust her. “Trust hell no, and yeah like you don’t know we’re about to blow this boat to smithereens.” He snapped with frustration and pain as he nodded, “Yeah luckily you didn’t shoot me in the leg because then I would really be annoyed.” He answered back knowing that they really needed to get off the boat. He hadn’t planned to get shot but now, he really didn’t want to go down with the boat.

The minute she moved her hand to his back he froze. He felt like screaming don’t touch me but Thomas saw the colour draining from her face as he decided to can his attitude a little, “Look we need to go or we both die and that isn’t happening because my boss is trying to kill you off but keep you alive.” He said as if that was going to make sense to anyone. “You ready to get rid of that gun?” He asked knowing that any paper trail for him being shot was about as good as telling everyone the plan from the beginning.

Hank was back at CPD keeping a fair distance from things as he noticed his phone ringing. The caller ID was now Blondie as he half expected her to tell him it was done and over with, well if anything the FBI were fast about their job because he had only just sent a message to Sharon and Thomas to say go ahead. Maybe they weren’t too bad after all for feds at least. “Okay Blondie, I’ll get you that bottle or crate that I owe you for this one.” He said happily as he answered. If the Mafia problem was solved then all would be well and Sharon wouldnt have to worry about it again.

[Steven Hudson]

Steven had managed somehow to keep himself out of trouble for the past week or so. He had a brand new shiny partner to work with who was about as green as green could ever be. He gave them less than a month with him before they would request a transfer but then he had only just met the guy about two hours ago. It was a reasonably quiet day which added to his frustration of being cooped up in a fire house. It was the first hour that had driven him to the choice to go for a drive.

An hour later and coffee in hand they were parked up waiting for a call or at least a radio to come to life somewhere. It was only as the last dregs of coffee were finished that he was finally granted a day that was looking up. The dispatcher came over the radio with the strangest request he had heard for a long time. It was a call but there were no be no sirens and no great show of presence there. He considered it to be a prank before the three letters of F.B.I were mentioned. Quiet and unobtrusive. Two things he could do as he glanced toward the new guy and grinned.

It took a little longer that normal to managed to get down to the docks and even longer to park up where they were as inconspicuous as possible. Steven told his new partner to stay with the ambulance while he went to see what it was all about as he did a radio check to make sure that his new partner would be able to get to him if needed. Steven grabbed his back from the back as he made his way down to the docks looking around for the reason he was supposed to be there.

The information from dispatch was more about a quiet way of being there and fix what needed to be rather than any actual information. He had a dock slip number and a boat name but he was a docks, there were a lot of boats as he headed in the general direction of where he was supposed to be hopeful that someone would either flag him down or there would be a ‘help here’ sign to point him in the right direction of this boat.

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SSA DEBRA OXFORD

FBI Chicago Field Office

Debra heard Hank pick up the phone after the dread."Medics are enroute. Your daughter shot one of my agents." She didn't say which agent was shot. He would know. He was as briefed as she was, the only two on the boat. Debra sighed. "Did she have a heads up on this operation or not Voight?" Debra didn't seem pleased at all .

"She has instructions to get off the boat, and I know because I spoke to her myself" she assured him. Hopefully Thomas could get her off the boat. Ther was a long sigh. "You better just hope Jackson doesn't press charges against her." she added. Debra had no idea what was going on. "I think we need to go pay this operation a visit Voight'" she pointed out. If they didn't the wrong information could get out. She just hoped that the two would clear the explosion. There was nothing they could do to revert that timing.

Steven Hudson ❅ Henry 'Hank' Voight ❅ Sharon "Cher" Voight ❅ Thomas Voight ❅ Kelle Lindsay, EMTP

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[Sharon "Cher" Voight]

P-P-P Poker Face Kelle Lindsay, EMTP, Steven Hudson, Henry 'Hank' Voight, @debbie Location: Chicago Docks ❥ Sharon looked over Thomas as she held the wound tightly putting pressure on it. Leaving her gun sitting on the seat of the boat, It was probably not a good idea to tell him she was aiming for his head. That would only piss him off. "You don't even have your gun and badge on you. How was I supposed to know. You sneak up on me" she stated as she helped him up over the side of the boat. They had to move slowly so he didn't get more injured but they had to hurry because of the bomb that was supposed to explode. "I didn't until just now." She shot back when he mentioned blowing the boat up. For right now Sharon didn't let the medics in. The officer positioned her body over Thomas' as she help lay him down on the deck. "I was just told to meet a woman named Jennifer here." She stated as she checked the distance between them and the boat and then double checked it again. Suddenly the boat exploded and Sharon shielded Thomas from any flying debris. She blocked some of it with her back. More like being smacked with a 2 x 4 based on the distance from the explosion. She hadn't taken into account the boat beside it. Cher cringed and thought about why this was happening. Concentrating on the wound she let the debris settle. When everything settled she waved the medics over. They had been read into the op; Sharon had insisted, just in case. The woman shook her head and kept pressure on the wound as she spoke over to those who came over. "9mm gunshot wound to the shoulder." She said simply. Nope she wasn't going to explain how it happened. That was for the CPD to handle. ♚ Made by SYLVIA of SA and GS♚

[Kelle Lindsay, EMTP]

First week, and Kelle wasn't going to let anything get to her. While she was new to CFD, she had heard stories about the hazing and pranks, and had determined to take them in stride so long as they didn't interfere with her doing her job. She was a rookie, and she knew she had to 'prove' herself, not only to her co-workers, but, honestly, to herself as well.

And it was no secret that Hudson had been through a string of partners, and she had done her best to block out any comments that had been made about him, wanting to go into the assignment with no per-concieved ideas so that she could form her own opinion.

So far so good, although there really hadn't been any calls that amounted to anything, and when he told her to essentially babysit the ambulance on this call, she took it in stride, mostly, only a little put-off. Still, she stayed alert, watching as he walked away, not sure what to expect...after all, the whole thing was a bit unusual.

Then there was a huge explosion and she hunkered down until the shock-wave passed, making her heart skip then start pounding in her ears. Swearing, she grabbed the jump bag and started running toward where she'd last seen her partner,
relieved to see that he seemed to be all right, but then focusing on the man bleeding on the ground.

Well, this was Steven's show, she figured, and she'd either be filled in on the details or not, but what mattered now was the 'victim'. Grabbing a hunk of gauze from the kit, she took over putting pressure on the wound.

"Load and go?" she asked Hudson, citing trauma protocol. At least the man seemed to be alert and his skin signs looked good, so he hadn't bled too much...yet.

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This was it, Howie noted as Jackson had reached the boat. He waited in the car as a backup should anything went wrong. As time passed he had already smoked two cigarettes and was about to move towards the third one when the boat blew up, well part of it. Tucking it back in to the box, he got out. His ID hanging on his chest, pulling out the gun to check for bullets and placing a mag into his pocket. He wondered where Jackson was. It wasn't like the man to be late. Then again, Howard could check on him. He wasn't going to risk using his cell phone and giving Jackson's location away.

The arrival of the ambulance baffled and worried him at the same time. With the boat being history, there were sure to be casualties. He just hoped that Thomas wasn't one of them. Yet still the man should have been out by now. He climbed down the docks after the medics had and almost raced towards Sharon. Hearing what she was saying he swore, "You shot my partner?" He wasn't looking pleased. While Jackson wasn't his partner on day to day bases, but he was for this op, "What possessed you to shoot him?" Great it was going to be a long day and night. A stiff drink was what he would need soon enough.

[Henry 'Hank' Voight]

Hank took a moment as he completely stopped what he was doing. He slammed the door to his office as he propped himself against the door. “Think you’ve got the wrong end of the stick.” He stated knowing that Sharon couldnt pull the trigger on anyone, it simply wasn’t humanly possible for her. It was the one good thing about her being at a desk, she didn’t have to do that he thought as he heard her next question. “Of course she had a heads up.” Hank stated hearing that she wasn’t pleased; then again if it had been one of his team he would have been the same. “I texted them both just before you called.”

Hank looked at the phone for a second, it was new one of these smart things that Mouse had convinced him would help on cases. He had practically just learned how to call and text on the thing but then Debra wouldnt be calling if they didn’t get the message. “Check my phone if you don’t believe me.” He stated knowing she had it within her power to do so and he had no idea how to work the damn thing that was in his hand in the first place.

“She needs to get the hell off that boat before it goes up in flames.” Hank snapped, to hell with instructions he thought as he paced before grabbing his jacket and keys. This was what he got for working with the feds he thought, knowing Sharon the fed probably managed to shoot himself he was sure. “I’ll pick you up and Jackson wont press charges against Sharon, I’ll make sure of that.” He grumbled as he took off out of his office. What had gone wrong, the plan was perfect it was all but fool proof for a reason.

[Thomas Voight]

He was glad she didn’t tell him anything to do with aiming for his head because it wouldn’t have helped anything. He was also glad that she had left her gun sitting on the seat of the boat, it was probably safer there than it was in this crazy woman’s hands anyway. “So you just shoot unarmed people? Not everyone has a badge to show you know.” He snapped as they moved over the side of the boat, he hated water and boats now because women you really couldnt trust. They would shoot you for no reason other than helping or trying to.

“What? No one told you?” He stated surprised and go figure, the person who had sent him was a woman so hell why not just add to his wonderful day so far. It was already too much of a headache for him to process as they lay down on the deck. Thomas was about to put his version of events forward when the boat exploded. He put his one good arm around her though given his other arm felt like it was on fire and almost dead well getting hit be a two by four and getting shot, yeah she had the easier option he mulled as he lay there trying to work out why she hadn’t been told.

When the female medic came over he felt like throwing himself back onto what was left of the boat. Thank everyone that Howard Bennett was there he thought, normally they weren’t partners but today he was glad to simply see someone that wasn’t female and someone who hadn’t shot him. “Exactly what I want to know Howard. Why?” He snapped glaring at Sharon before he glanced toward the female medic. “I’m fine for now thanks, go check the sniper over there.” He said pointing with his good arm toward Sharon.

“Trust me she’s not armed anymore but whatever that.” He said pointing from Sharon to the piece of boat that had hit her. “is hit her pretty hard.” If it was the last thing he did he was going to go through with his job, get the crazy lady off the boat alive. She was off the boat, yes, alive well that was for the medic to decide because he was taking no chances with that.

[Steven Hudson]

Steven manage to slam himself to the floor when the boat exploded. Well that was a lot worse than what he had expected he thought. The boat that went boom was a big enough clue to him that was the place he needed to be headed as he took off at a run. He was glad he had asked Kelle to stay with the ambulance as he had no idea what she would do in a situation like that. The calls they had attended so far were nothing but routine, the sort that could make a day go by without having much to talk about at the end of it.

Had it been any other day he might have yelled at her for leaving the ambulance but he was glad that she had done as he offer her a smile and a nod of approval rather than any words. With a man bleeding on the floor they were in the right place but it didn’t seem like a wound sustained from a blast. “Load and go.” He replied as he nodded watching her work, they were only supposed to be there if there was an accident and this despite what happened was why they had been sent. “This goes no further and there is no paper work attached to this either.” He said to Kelle, it was going to take some explaining.

The short version was that the FBI was involved and obvious whatever plan there had been was now gone. Steven glanced toward the guy who had been shot as he said to Kelle to go and check over Sharon. It was not the first time that he had been on a call where there had been a gun but he didn’t like those sorts. It was far too dangerous and he had an issue with that as he knelt down next to Kelle in an offer to take over putting pressure on the wound.

“Can we all just put whatever guns we have away and focus on what we are supposed to be here for.” He stated, his father had been killed on the job so guns were not a favourite of his and not where there was an incident that required medical attention. It was then he wondered why they were all there, sure medical assistance was their role which was now needed but what was this because this was no training exercise. This was something far more real and low key.

[Kelle Lindsay, EMTP]

Kelle was confused, to say the least, but at the moment the priority was seeing to the patients...the rest of it would come in time, she was hopeful. And while there was something amiss about the whole situation, she would likely just take it in stride.

Grabbing the kit, she nodded to Steven. "I'll let you know what I need." She trotted over to the woman, who was laying on the dock, a little too still, then knelt beside her, reaching to feel for a pulse as she looked her over to be sure she was breathing, and wasn't bleeding out.

"Hey," she called softly, "are you all right? Come on and talk to me...I'm Kelle...a paramedic...can you tell me your name?"

So far, nothing seemed horribly out of place, but internal injuries could be hard to detect until it was too late.

[Sharon "Cher" Voight]

P-P-P Poker Face Thomas Voight, @howard, Steven Hudson, Kelle Lindsay, EMTP, Henry 'Hank' Voight, @debbie ❥ Sharon ignored the comments as she passed off Thomas to Steven. Her hands were covered in blood that wasn't here and she had just been smacked in the back with a large piece of debris. Now Jackson and Bennett were grilling her when no one had told her anything. "I knew NOTHING" she stated as she walked away from the rest of everyone. She was walking a little bit strange and sat back down on the edge of the docks. Then Sharon decided to lay down to stretch out her back. It hurt but not in the sense that anything was wrong with her. When Kelle went for a pulse Sharon moved her head. "Stop it. I'm fine" she told her as she decided to sit up on her own. When she was asked to give a name she couldn't actually give her a name. Because Victoria was supposed to be dead and Sharon was no where supposed to be around. "You weren't read into this operation. You aren't getting my name. Have an issue with it? Take it up with Sergeant Hank Voight. He should be on his way." She stated. The way she sat up she cringed in back pain. Sharon could not be admitted it would blow the operation. "You should go take care of the one whose been shot. I'm going to decline the hospital but thanks anyway" she was acting strange and there was a lot going on in her eyes. Sharon couldn't lie about her name. It would show up on her face as plain as day. ♚ Made by SYLVIA of SA and GS♚

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SSA DEBRA OXFORD

FBI Field Office

Debra sighed. "I just got off the phone with her myself. The girl can't lie her way out of a paperbag Voight. She says she knows nothing. I believe her. That's all I know without being there Hank." She offered after he explained things. Debra knew about the not pulling the trigger; but something had happened. Psychological break down? Fear? Debra knew people acted out of characteristic for any number of reasons but she didn't think that was a conversation that she needed to be having with Voight right this minute.

"Hank I have her messages pulled up right now on the cloud. She never got a message from you. If she did I wouldn't be calling" she added pointedly. "Her phone went dead while she was arguing with my agent that's the last contact we have with your daughter." Debra admitted as he phone rang on the other line she added it to the three way conversation seeing that it was one of the other FBI agents on the scene.

"Agent Oxford. We have an issue."

"This had better be the last time I hear those words tonight."

"Yes Ma'am it's just that everyone is off the boat but we need an alias for a CPD officer drawn up to get her to a hospital"

"What are you telling me?" She hissed.

"I'm telling you that the target is injured and needs medical attention but we cannot admit her under a name."

"Allison Hempwood. Get her admitted now and keep me updated"

"They probably want to run tests for internal injuries, she was injured in the explosion. I have word that it was flying debris or something. I'm watching her fight with the medical personnel now"

The man came over and joined Kelly and Sharon. "Her name is Allison Hempwood. She's my neice" he lied to the medic with more accuracy than the average person could. He was an FBI agent.

Henry 'Hank' Voight ❅ Steven Hudson ❅ Kelle Lindsay, EMTP ❅ Sharon "Cher" Voight ❅ @howard ❅ Thomas Voight

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[Henry 'Hank' Voight]

Debra had it right that Sharon couldnt lie, she was worse than awful at it which made the netire thing so much worse. Sharon had shot an FBI agent which was a headache in itself and she said she knew nothing which meant that something had gone wrong. This was really all they needed to throw a spanner into the works. “Then I believe her, I just don’t know what’s happened.” He said as he managed to weave his way through the CPD and toward his car without stopping for anything or anyone.

Hank couldnt even imagine what would have driven her to shoot someone. He was still not quite sold on the idea that Sharon had managed to do that, the woman couldnt shoot a paper target shaped like a person the last time he had checked. No, the FBI agent must have done something to force her to do it he was sure. “Woah, wait what cloud?”He asked, this was getting into technical land and it was something he had never really been too clued up on. “You’re telling me that her phone is dead and you’ve not heard since?” He yelled as he threw himself behind the wheel of his car.

Hank listened to the extra voice now, there was an issue, there was always an issue he thought wishing the agent would just hurry up and tell them what was going on. He tried to stay silent as he blasted his way through the traffic to the sound of a few car horns but there was nothing unusual with that when he was driving. It was only when he heard about the CPD officer that he veered the car into oncoming traffic for a few seconds as he stared at the phone before getting back into his lane.

Injured? Sharon. This wasn’t happening he told himself as he made his way to the FBI building at double speed. He was only picking up parts as he tried to focus on driving given that was the task at hand. “I swear that I’ll kill your agent if she’s hurt Derba. What the hell did that guy do?” He yelled turning a few shades paler. “Other guy, tell Shar... Cher to do as she’s told for once.” He stated as he was only a street or two away from the FBI building. “Blondie i’ll be there in under five.” He stated.