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Secret Voight (Jay Halstead) S2 Part 2

Summary: The team finally knows that Y/N is Voight's daughter. One secret is out but theres still one secret that's not out. Y/N and Jay's relationship. Will that stay a secret or not? I mean Voight always finds out about things, right?

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Warning or A/N: I changed Nadia's name to Jane as I already written her off this story.

When you got to the house, the rest of the team was already there and ready. Antonio looked at us and showed us a picture of the suspect. "House belongs to a Dean Masters. His file was red-flagged to notify intelligence, but he must have been before my time,"

Voight looked at him while you and him were getting the vest on. "Oh, yeah, him. That robbery at the art institute last year. We liked him as the fence,"

One of the uniformed cop walked up to us. "The neighbors heard a woman scream. We knocked, he yelled out that he had a gun and to leave him alone,"

You nodded as the team walked up to the door as Voight called out. "Masters, this is Sergeant Voight with the Chicago Police. Open up, make this easy on all of us,"

He didnt do anything but the woman screamed out that he was gonna kill her. Voight nodded. "Take it,"

Jay kicked the door open and we all filled into the house with our guns raised and saw that Masters was holding the girl at gun point. "Drop it!"

He didnt listen to us, just grabbed the girl tighter. "I told 'em I would kill her!"

"Drop it, Masters!"

He pointed the gun at us for a second then back on the girl. "All we're trying to do is have a good time. Isn't that right, huh?"

You could tell this was just getting him more antsy so you lowered your gun and raised your hand in the air. "Easy, easy. Everybody take a breath,"

He looked at you. "She set me up. She's trying to get me killed,"

You nodded and tried to talk some sense into him. "Fine, you're right. We can handle that,"

"I got info. I got info on a deal that's going down, and that's why she's setting me up,"

"I don't know what he what he's talking about. I swear to God,"

You took a deep breath. "All right, we will help you. We will help you, but you've gotta let her go first. You don't need her. Come on, give her to me. Come on.

Give her to me,"

He pushed her to you but then placed the gun towards himself. "I'm dead anyway,"

We shouted no as he shot himself in the face.

It had been about ten minutes after Masters shot himself. Voight was in the living room talking to the girl while Jay and you were on the stairs taking a moment. Antonio walked up to us and leaned on the staircase. "You guys okay?"

You and Jay both nodded. "My sister and her partner went through this. Guy blew his brains out in front of them on a routine call. Gabby was fine, but it hit Shay pretty hard. Don't be afraid to talk to somebody, anybody. Me, if it sneaks up on you,"

You both nodded again and said thanks.

----

You guys were back in Intelligence the next day, waiting on Voight to come in with information. Voight walked out of his office and pinned a photo on the board. "Dean Masters was a hotshot artist in his 20s. Work dried up, picked up a drug habit. He's suspected of not only being a fence but also forging paintings,"

Dawson was the first one to speak. "What was that thing intelligence had him on?"

Kevin looked up from a file. "Stolen Klimt. Never resurfaced,"

Ruzek looked at Kevin, confused. "What the hell is a Klimt?"

You looked over at Ruzek. "An artist,"

Ruzek chuckled. "Named Klimt?"

You looked at Ruzek stupid. "Yeah,"

"That's a funny name, right? Or am I alone on this? Klimt. Say it out loud,"

You rolled your eyes at Ruzek as Jay answered. "It's kinda funny, yeah,"

You looked over at Jay like he was being ridiculous. Voight looked at Jay and then to the entire team. "So this whole 'they're gonna kill me' thing that Masters was going on about was either about the stolen painting or something else,"

Jay sat up in the seat. "Or he was just tripping and talking nonsense. I mean, did you see his pupils? He was gakked out of his mind,"

Voight just looked at him for a minute before replying. "We got a known suspect, took his own life rather than face something heavy-duty. We pursue the case,"

You saw Al bring in the girl from last night. Voight looked at her and then back at you. "Will you take this?"

You nodded and helped her into the break room. "How well did you know Dean Masters?"

You handed her a cup of coffee and sat down across from her. "I just met him last night. It was only the third time I've ever done that. I'm a licensed esthetician. I worked at a salon up till about a week ago. I wasn't making rent,"

You looked at her sympathetic. "Maybe this is a sign that that life's not for you, huh? Do you know why Dean thought you were trying to set him up?"

She shook her head no. "I don't know. I swear to God, I got there, and and he was pissed because I wasn't the girl he asked for and-"

You sat up in your seat and looked at her with interest. "Who was he expecting?"

She looked like she was racking her brains for the name. "Jane,"

****

You told Voight and the rest of the team what the girl told you and they went and tried to get Jane but Ruzek let his guard down and she managed to get away from her due to her kicking him in the balls but she got picked up by some patrol. You were about to go upstairs to go integrate her when you saw Ruzek holding ice to his area in the locker room. "You're an idiot,"

Ruzek looked over at you and then back to whatever he was looking at. "Shut up,"

You chuckled. "Never let your guard down for anyone. You never know what they're playing at and you just learned that lesson, didnt you?"

With that, you left Ruzek to ice his area and walked to the integration room. "So what can you tell me about Dean Masters?"

She looked you with the 'I'm not telling you shit' look. "Didn't really know him. I went on one date with the guy,"

You gave her 'i know you're lying look' back at her. "I heard you were his favorite,"

"Yeah, I get that a lot,"

You were getting annoyed with her short answers, but you kept your calm. "Seriously, how old are you?"

She looked away from you and you rolled your eyes. "Come on, you know I can find out in two minutes,"

She hesitated to look at you but did anyways. "17 almost 18 but I used a fake I. D, so don't hassle 'em. I need the work,"

You looked at her for a minute before answering. "So Dean mention having any problems with anybody?"

"Nope,"

You were beyond fed up with her so you thought of making her a deal. "What were you trying to score, heroin? Look I can get you a fix. You have my word on that,"

She looked at you immediately with eyes glistening. "But I need some information first. Why would Dean eat a bullet? He had enemies?"

She shook her head. "No. The opposite. Dean was the sharing type,"

You nodded. "Give me a name,"

"Santa,"

You looked at her werid. "Guy named Santa?"

"No, no. That's how I remembered it. 'No-El' Noel. Noel Harris. Yeah, he brought the skag. He owns some sort of card shop or some deal over on polk. I don't know. He was rambling,"

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Intellegance went and busted into Master's house and found counterfeit money. We were now back in Intellegence looking at the money. Ruzek was looking at the money and chuckled. "See, I mean, that is some serious talent, man.This guy's a failed artist?"

You nodded. "Yep. It's funny the things people end up doing when they can't do what they really want, huh?"

You heard footsteps coming into Intelligence and you look over and saw Voight walking in with some fancy looking dude. "This is Agent Joe Hill. Secret Service, Chicago field office. We go back a ways,"

Ruzek being Ruzek asked a smartass question as he shook his hand. "Where's your earpiece and your sunglasses?"

"That's only when Obama's in town,"

You didnt put your hand out yet. "Does this mean we're handing over the case?"

"No. Technically I can't get involved unless there's actual counterfeit currency found, but Hank just thought I could help,"

You nodded as you shook his hand finally. Jay looked at you and then back at Agent Hill. "Oh. I thought counterfeiters were using high-end printers nowadays,"

Agent Hill shook his hand while replying. "There's digital tech that'll print a pretty good 5 or 10, then you pass it off at Walgreens buying dollar items. That's what we call "baby laundering. " Using plates this is old-school. Takes some real work,"

Voight looked at all of us. "There's three steps. The plates, the paper, and the printer. Guess who we're looking for now,"

Jay looked at Voight. "The hooker that kicked Ruzek in the nuts. How'd she characterize her interaction with Dean Masters?"

"Went to his place once over,"

The IT guy came up to us with his laptop and showed us that over the last two weeks, there was over forty five texts sent back and forth.

You slapped the table and walked back to integration where Jane said she was about to get sick, so you walked her down to the locker room and helpped her while she got sick. She looked at you after. "You said you'd hook me up,"

"I will. You gotta help me. Why'd you lie to me?"

She looked at you and yelled. "I gave you Noel! Isn't that enough?"

You didnt let this phase you as you answered her. "I'll tell you when it's enough. Do you want to get well? Huh? I can get you the fix that you need, but I need you to tell me what's going on,"

Jane calmed down and looked at you. "They said they'd kill me,"

"Who?"

"I was at Dean's a few nights ago. It was the last time I saw him. He went out to score for us. I went out front to have a smoke 'cause he didn't like it in the house. A group of guys with guns walked up. One of 'em took out his cell phone and took a picture of me, said if I said anything he'd find me and kill me. Okay,"

You nodded and helped her sit down. "What did he look like? Young. Jeans, hoodies. I was so scared I just left. But I saw them get into this delivery van with a Jesus fish painted on it,"

You stood up. "What? Hey! Is this you tripping?"

"No. I swear to God. There was a big Jesus fish painted on the back of the truck,"

You nodded. "You did good,"

Jane looked at you with pleading eyes. "Now can we go score?"

"Soon,"

Jane stood up on her feet as fast as she could. "If you're lying to me, I'm gonna-"

You got in her face and barked back. As you had enough of this attitude of hers. "You're gonna what? I have so many charges I could drop on you right now. So I need you to take it down a notch, wait and I'll help you,"

*****

After talking to Jane, you went back into Intelligence and told them what she had said about the van. The IT guy was in charge of finding it if he could and he did. He found out that the van belongs to a church that uses it as a delivery van. Dawson nodded at the name like he knew it. "That's Pastor Mike's place. An ex-GD.

Supposedly underwent a jailhouse conversion a few years back,"

Ruzek while looking the van spoke. "Guess it didn't take,"

You nodded. "All right. I'll show Nadia a lineup of this guy and his associates. If she picks anybody out, I'll get a warrant,"

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Jane had picked out who it was and the team did a raid and picked up Pastor Mike and his friends who had a stack of money on the table. You were all at your desks while Antonio was giving out details. "Pastor Mike was contracted by this man Glen Ward. Now, Ward has done federal time in Leavenworth for counterfeiting. But how Ward and his printing crew hooked up with Dean Masters and Noel Harris is anybody's guess, and why the two of them are both dead now, who knows?"

You looked up at Dawson after he was done talking. "Pastor Mike didn't say why Ward wanted them dead?"

Ruzek pursued his lips together and shook his head. "He didn't ask,"

Antonio nodded. "It could be any reason. Somebody wanted a bigger cut, threatened to snitch, banged somebody's girlfriend. Any one of those scenarios. One of Ward's aliases is Denis Diderot. A counterfeiter and a fan of French literature,"

Kevin walked into Intellegnce with a piece of paper. "Hey, Sarge, the it guy just did a name check against new leases on commercial property rentals.He got a hit. Foreclosed chemical building on Cicero. All right, unless anyone's opposed to overtime, let's go find our printer,"

You and Jay walked towards the front of the building. Jay called to Voight saying it was clear and after he talked to the other team memebers, he gave you the all clear to go in. As soon as you go in, there was a shootout and thankful you nor your teammates got shot. You pulled out your walkie and got ahold of dispatch. "George 5021 emergency. Shots fired by the police and at the police. Roll an ambo to 1356 South 13th Street. Notify crime lab. Plainclothes officers at the scene,"

After everything was said and done, you saw a big stockpile of counterfeit money. Ruzek quickly laid on it and handed his phone to Atwater. "Too bad it ain't real. Kevin, get a picture of me for my album cover,"

You rolled your eyes and laughed. "You're still an idiot,"

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You were over at Jay's because all day you could sense Jay wasn't having a good day or something was up but you havent had a chance to ask him what was wrong since it was nonstop today. You had your legs laying on on his thighs while sitting on his couch. You reached over to him and made him look at you. "You seem upset all day long, what's wrong?"

He looked at you for a few minutes without saying anything, then he sighed. "Did you ever hear about the murder of Ben Corson?"

You racked your brain for a minute then you remember. You had just gotten out of the police academy over where you lived but you remember hearing about it. "Yeah?"

Then that when it hit you... Jay knew the family. You knew the family?"

Jay nodded his head and looked down towards the ground. "He's the younger brother of a girl I dated in high school and his parents, Danny and Gail, they came to my graduation from academy. I still see 'em on what would be Ben's birthday. Me and my partner were first on the scene and I see a shoe, and then I push the reeds back and there he is. I can still see his face,"

You nodded as you remember the details of the case. "I remember his dad alibied him out. But they never had anything on Lonnie, nothing?

"No, they caught him jerking it outside an elementary school a week prior to finding Ben. They found kiddie porn on his computer and secret pictures that he'd taken of Ben,"

"You gotta be kidding me,"

"Uh-uh. We all knew Lonnie did it but, you know, his dad lied, and they got a good lawyer,"

His voice broke while saying that, you reached over to him and made him looked at you again and he was crying. You scotted over to where you were on his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck. He buried his head into the crook of your neck as he wrapped his arms around your waist. "Its not your fault. You did everything you could've done,"

He didnt answer you, he just tightened his grip on you. You sighed as you knew what was going through his mind. "I know what you are thinking and I know I cant stop you but promise me you wont do anything stupid and you'll be careful,"

He didnt say anything. You leaned back far enough to where he was looking at you. "Promise me,"

"I promise,"

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Edit: This is just dating advice from a personal experience and in no way am i trying to promote myself or break the sub reddit rulesI used to go to social events like parties or clubs or friend gatherings, events ect. strictly because i was horny and just wanted to get sucked off or fucked, or get attention from women then go home and repeat the cycle. For example one friend group i had, had a lot of girls whod come around. But id only talk to them if they showed interest sexually or romantically, because whats the point in wasting time right? We dont live forever, shit! I would always ask my friends whos at their functions, and how long the events would last for, so i can plan another one for after, or see how long ill have to bag. This was super common in HS though, with hormones flying i assume im not the only one. But even if i wanted to get laid or get that specific attention, i was just so focused on my goal that i never seemed to care about people or was weird/quiet. And rarely scored with the girls i liked. So it backfiredWhenever id talk to them they didnt seem like they cared about what i had to say, or very little opened up about themselves. They never asked me questions other than saying hi how are you. I sorta felt like they caught my vibe because id sometimes just be guilty of staring or peeking, being awkward socially or having little to say, only being brief with the men there, ect. No matter how hard i tried to be myself or be normal, people paid me no attention. (I didnt realise that these people were actually all just losers who did soft drugs all day) worst part was i barely had ANYTHING in common with these people. Cuz no one positive or relatable was in my area.But I too had very toxic independent hobbies such as selling people drugs (more so to eat) and being into specific things people in my area wouldnt relate too, (art related things, music groups, online personalities, fandoms, ect). I didnt exercise because i was always told to never change for anybody, be myself, dont worry about looks, dont stunt growth, ect. And it always confused me to see guys working out, it made me feel like they were stupid to care about such things. This in turn made me resentful of people who exercised, or cared to better their bodies. Why should they care, if i dont and im happy?Well the happiness didnt last long and I felt it was a bunch of useless advice that caused me to not care about my masculinity, Not to mention i went through a ton of shit growing up, so it made it even harder for me to accept certain things as they were already.So it pretty much led me down a hole of needing womens approval for being who i was physically, "vanilla" and i guess mentally. My parents were never in the picture growing up and i basically raised myself. (Hence selling drugs) And that in turn sorta made me even more desperate for attention, because my friends didnt give me any based on reasons above (so i believe) and id always hang out with the most random aquantinces just to feel wanted.Nowadays, ive experienced this so much, that now im just over it and i realised my actions. I could care less if a girl even looks at me in public or in a friend group. I signed up for a gym membership, ( even if i only go 3 or 4 times a week im feeling better) I realised being super horny was just apart of me wanting to feel needed or loved by people. And i didnt even make room to love myself. The frusration wasnt necessarily just wanting to have sex with girls, but that i was more angry at myself for allowing any sorta person to control how i felt or tell me bad advice, things that didnt mean shit or were just spite out of anger. Im happy that i can now say im still not perfect but im less upset and more happy about how i can live my day to day life, knowing no one changes me but me. via /r/dating_advice

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