Dead and Waiting | Part 7
Fandom: Chicago PD
Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader
Genre: Drama, angst, romance, thriller
Warnings: smut, violence, harassment, swearing, gun mentions, fire, injuries, sickness
Word Count: 3691
Requested By Anon: hi! can i request a jay halstead x reader where you work in intelligence with him and for some reason (maybe undercover work) you have to fake your death and no one knows, not even jay… but you end up returning once it’s safe again and he’s mad but also relieved?
thanks and totally understand if you pass over this request <3
This is Part 7, click for Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 8, Part 9 (FINAL PART), EPILOGUE |
A/N: TRT = Tactical Response Team / TR Officer = Tactical Response Officer
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It had been a week since your funeral, and a week since Jay was allowed to return to active duty. Following the funeral, the wake, and Jay’s impromptu surveillance on that apartment he had found, Hank had agreed to help Will keep an eye on his brother, finally letting the doctor get back to work. Though Will never begrudged caring for Jay and helping him with everything, Will found himself needing the distraction and the return to normalcy too. There was a heavy atmosphere over a lot of people's heads.
Hank had tried his resolute best to keep Jay in the bullpen and ease him into things, but anybody who knew anything about Jay Halstead would understand what a task that was. Thankfully for the sergeant, the special task force - the one he had put together whilst Intelligence were on compassionate leave - had done a respectable job at staying hot on Jeremy Sr’s tail. This meant that in the week of Jay’s return, Intelligence's new case was the one case Jay had his mind on. They were drawing ever closer to capturing and arresting the mastermind behind it all, the perpetrator of your ‘death’.
As per their agreement, Jay had been partnered with Hank, and they found themselves in the older man’s SUV. Jay was sitting shotgun with his fingers tapping restlessly on the door handle, his eyes fixated on the dark shadows of movement in the upstairs window of the building, their target was at home. Multiple sources from the preliminary surveillance had confirmed the sighting of a second figure, shorter than Jeremy and possibly female. The working theory was that Jeremy had Caitlin Birch under his control and in captivity.
With a pin-drop silence they were listening to every word Burden Sr said to an associate on the other end of the phone, hearing how about “that mess from a few weeks ago has been all cleared up, everything is ready to proceed, I have to take care of one more inconvenience first”.
The point had been to try and get further incriminating evidence on audio surveillance before executing the warrant they already had. Right now, hearing him talk about your life as a mess that was cleared, hearing him talk about the illicit activity he had planned to carry out further, and hearing him talk about potentially getting rid of the suspected hostage he had inside… well, it spoke for itself. They were getting sentence after sentence of pure gold.
It did nothing for Jay’s mood, however, with each passing minute he felt just about ready to crawl out of his skin and leap from the car to the top floor of the building. He was itching to put an end to that foul being that still walked the earth whilst you didn’t.
Their current location was a different spot to the one Jay had been staking out the nights before. And what Jay hadn’t known whilst he was dealing with your funeral was that Hank had been receiving constant updates from the TRT on the case. Your case.
Hank watches through his night vision binoculars as the TRT silently, in the dark of the blacked-out street, made its way towards the apartment building. It was an apartment in a well-to-do area, the penthouse no less. But rather foolishly Burden Sr hadn’t changed cars when he changed apartments, a cocksure move that had backfired. The team could only surmise that he thought law enforcement would have gone out of the city to look for him, rather than stay focused inwards.
The vehicle they had confirmed as belonging to Burden Sr sat parked on the street, it was sleek and new, just the same that had been coming and going from the apartment before this one. Now, Adam and Kim were locking the wheels with clamps, moving with the TRT to pry open the door, silence the alarm almost immediately and open it up to begin evidence seizure.
Looking at the front door to the apartment building, Hank watches another officer pry open the card-only access, slicing away the failsafe bolt with a laser cutter. Kevin goes in with them as they ascend the flights of stairs to the penthouse, he can feel Jay’s body thrumming with energy. The energy that is being held back by the invisible leash Hank put on him; they wait in anticipation as they receive hushed updates from the team’s leader on the comms.
“Sergeant Voight, we’ve got some movement going down the back stairwell on the West, an individual matching the suspect's height and clothing is attempting to flee via the emergency exits, no sign of the second individual. We are in pursuit, officers are waiting at the bottom.”
Hank leans forward in his seat, eyes tracking each and every movement outside the building, commanding into the radio, “Stay on him, do not let this son of a bitch get away!”
Jay eyes Hank, nostrils flaring, his thoughts rapid-firing across his mind. “Sarge, it’s not right. It’s too obvious that he’s making another play. Why would he leave without a hostage? We didn’t hear screams, gunfire, anything…no reason to think she’s not still alive. He's got someone else decoying, I know it.”
Before Hank can even query what Jay’s theory was, your fiancé is reaching for the door handle and climbing out of the SUV.
“This is Detective Halstead with Intelligence, be advised of a possible redirect from the suspect. Intelligence officers are moving towards the East exit, TR officers hold your position on the West.”
“Jay!” Hank hisses, walking at speed as he follows him in the direction of Adam and Hailey whom Jay is already silently flanking down and motioning for them to follow, Kim moving off to assist Kevin. “We talked about this!” Hank tries to grab Jay’s shoulder, fearing what would happen if he didn’t keep stride with Jay.
“Sarge, I know this asshole. He wouldn’t do something stupid like use the exits nearest to his apartment, and he wouldn’t leave his leverage behind. He’s gonna have found a way to loop back through the apartments and come out on the East, somebody is obviously helping him. Now you can either come, or go back to the SUV, but I’m not sitting there and watching this thing fail.”
Hank relinquishes his grip on Jay but steps in stride with him, Adam and Hailey silently eyeing each other as they walk either side of the pair. Ready to intercept or help if need be.
Kevin's voice comes in over the radio, “Sarge, we have someone in custody, but it’s not Burden. I repeat it is not Burden.”
Jay eyes Hank for a split second before taking off towards the East exit, ignoring the calls of his name as Hank, Hailey and Adam followed.
With thundering footfalls of boots on pavement, Jay comes to a skittering halt when he spots someone he recognises to be Caitlin Birch, being held by her hair, as she’s dragged towards another vehicle.
It made sense now, under the reactivated streetlight Jay could see Caitlin was covered in bruises and marks, both old and new. Burden would have undoubtedly seen Caitlin as a betrayer to his whole empire and, instead of simply killing her off, he had brought her along for the consequences of everything blowing up in his face. She was wide-eyed and terrified, legs Bambi-like as she tried to find some sort of footing with the motion of being dragged.
Burden’s free hand produces a gun to her head and Jay steps forward, about to draw his gun but hesitation wheedles its way in. Caitlin was in danger, and he couldn’t afford to provoke the man holding her. He knew that, but he also knew that you’d want him to do everything he could to protect Caitlin. So he was left with no option but to try and talk down the man that had ruined everything, no matter how much the anger bit into his nerves.
“Jeremy, you know this won’t end the way you’ve planned, release her and we can work something out.”
Burden snarls, pressing the gun harder against Caitlin’s temple. “This whore betrayed my son, I had to kill him for his stupidity, and now I’ll have to kill her. Just like I had to kill your detective. She was yours wasn’t she?”
It feels like the air around him gets sucked away, jaw clenched as he stares out the man before him.
"Oh yes, we know all about your lying little bitch, in cahoots with this one." Burden yanks at Caitlin's hair again, and a small whimper escapes her as she rolls her already damaged ankle whilst trying to squirm away.
Jay’s heart and blood pressure leap, body vibrating with pain and rage, he so desperately wants to produce his weapon and fire without contemplation.
Burden is unphased by the threat around him, choosing to taunt Jay further,
"The CPD remains with its gaps in the fortress, Detective. It doesn't take too much to find things out. Such a shame you won't get that lovely wedding now..."
Jay darts forward before skidding to a halt again as Burden cocks the gun under Caitlin's jaw, "What the fuck did you just say? Huh?!" Jay is so close to snapping, itching to run forward and deal with the fallout. A hand clasps his shoulder.
“Jay, don’t.” Hank’s voice is stern, and level, he trusts Jay's control implicitly but he knows everyone has a limit. Knows how quickly this could all get away from them. The last thing everybody needed now was an investigation from Internal Affairs on why Jay was allowed to command the situation and get a civilian killed.
Jay doesn’t acknowledge Hank but doesn’t advance, nor does he point his gun either. He bites back a comment about Hank choosing his moment to show restraint, he knows better than to do that, even in this moment of unfiltered distress.
Hailey and Adam are communicating with the rest of the officers, Kevin had gone to make his way through the building and come out behind Burden, and Kim coming round the opposite side of the block.
Hank steps forward, taking his hand off Jay but keeping close.
“Jeremy, I’m Sergeant Hank Voight. It’s over, Jeremy. We can make things happen for you, but you have to let Caitlin leave alive.”
“Make things happen? I am not stupid, Sergeant. You’ll make nothing happen, and I am better off making arrangements myself. Now I’m taking this rat with me and we’re leaving. Attempt to track me and I’ll blow her brains out.”
There’s a beat of silence and Hank turns to Jay, talking quietly.
“Find a TRT sniper, ask for his weapon, go to the roof.” It feels like an order but it also feels like Hank giving Jay a chance for retribution. Jay hesitates, he doesn’t like the feeling of Hank basically giving him permission to murder your killer. It’s a little too ‘eye for an eye’, he really didn’t want to play that way.
“Jay, he’s going to kill this girl if we try something on the ground, whether it’s you or someone else, we do need a sniper. So you can go, nobody is going to see it any other way than you protecting this girl, they’ve heard his demands.”
He reaches out, squeezing Jay’s shoulder and hesitation still lingers across your fiancé's eyes. No matter the job it would always affect him, in some way, when taking somebody’s life. Jay glances at Jeremy who remains with an iron grip on Caitlin, he had no intention of being dissuaded from the path he was taking and Jay’s duty was to protect the woman in his hold.
Jay exhales, nodding curtly at Voight as he disappears toward the tactical vans, disappearing behind a row of trees out of Burden’s eye line.
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[Elsewhere]
You were doing better this week, it has been nearly two weeks since everything had been totally snatched out of your control. Your pneumonia was starting to ease off, and the shots and the IV antibiotic had seen to your progressing recovery. Gradually you had been able to stay awake for longer periods, eat more substantial food, and even some mobility in your arm was coming back.
Truth be told, the more you physically improved it felt like a greater battle to stay together mentally. Being without your life, your fiancé, your friends and colleagues alike, your need for a routine and a sense of purpose was starting to scrape at the inside of your head. It felt like your whole reality just got further away with each passing moment, not ever knowing when or if it would come to an end. You only hoped that Burden bastard was stopped sooner than later.
In the meantime you’d been trying to keep occupied in recuperation, daytime TV gave you terminal boredom and a sense of detachment, so you opted to ask for a radio where you could listen to classical music that filled the daily silence. You weren’t allowed a phone or a computer, not even your suggestion that they put blocks on the computer or phone made them consider it. They didn’t trust that you wouldn’t attempt to find a workaround and make contact with someone at the district.
You had, however, been allowed a notebook. A notebook that helped write endless ages of case notes, things that you remembered from day one of being undercover until now. ATF had taken your statement once you were well enough after waking up in the hospital, but these were notes you were going to keep for Intelligence and for when you could get home. Amongst the notes were also letters, letters to friends, to family, to Kim, to Hailey, to Adam, to Kevin, to Jay… You were on Jay’s right now, trying to feel a closeness to him by writing for him.
[“I am sure you are going out of your mind right now, and I know I’d be the same if the roles were reversed. Please don’t give the others too much of a hard time, I know they’d do anything for me too, so be patient with them. I am holding on for the day I can tell you I’m still here, Jay, I can’t wait to hold you and reassure you that everything isn’t a nightmare. Because let’s be honest, it feels like a nightmare right now doesn’t it?
I am being treated okay here I guess, but I can’t help feeling they’re keeping so much from me, there’s a coldness here. It’s almost like a mistrust, a sense that I’m somehow the enemy… I don’t know, I find myself wishing more and more that Hank would show up and mess their shit up. Isn’t that funny? The thing we spend our time stopping him from doing too extremely. I long for the day you come through that door, Jay, to be able to hold you again is all I want. I-”]
Your focused scrawling is disturbed by the door to your room opening, your head snaps up and you’re met with the faces of Stensing and Huffman, they have an expression on their faces you hadn’t been privy to before now. You recognise it as relief.
The two agents step into the room and you put your pen and paper to the side, eyebrow raised in curiosity,
“Can I help you, fellas?”
They exchange a glance.
“He’s dead, detective. They killed Jeremy Burden. You will be free to return to Chicago and to your unit in the morning.”
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[Back in Chicago]
Now that Jay had disappeared off into the treeline along the street, Jeremy shifts uncomfortably whispering something into Caitlin’s ear. He eyes Hank with a scowl, flitting his gaze back and forth between Adam and Hailey who remain flanking Hank.
“What’s the matter, did I say something I shouldn’t have?” He snarls, kicking Caitlin to her knees from behind her legs.
Hank holds out his hands in placation, “Jeremy, Jeremy listen to me, I’ve sent him away, it’s just you and me now, we can have this conversation respectfully…Just don’t hurt the girl anymore.”
“I don’t think I quite believe you, Sergeant. In fact, I think your little detective friend hasn’t wandered off to sulk at all, so I’m going to teach you all a lesson. FIVE-... FOUR… THREE…I will pull this trigger if you don’t call off your little plan, RIGHT NOW.”
Caitlin is sobbing uncontrollably, no matter how much her kidnapper tells her to be quiet, eyes squeezed shut as she waits for the inevitable. Hank doesn’t move, he doesn’t reach for his radio to tell Jay to pull back. He knows that Jeremy knows that he can’t kill the only thing stopping the officers on the ground from firing their weapons.
“TWO!” Burden roars, mumbling angrily and incoherently to Caitlin.
And then... A gunshot.
Silence.
The world is still for a split second before Hank, Hailey and Adam take off running toward Caitlin and Jeremy Burden’s now very still body.
“Caitlin, Caitlin are you hit, are you hurt?” Adam bends down to pry her from underneath Burden’s body.
“No-no… I wasn’t hit, oh my god, oh my god…” She begins sobbing again and Adam helps her to her feet, carefully supporting her weak body as Hailey comes round her other side to help.
Between gasping breaths, Caitlin asks with trembling words, “Is it- is it over?” Hailey squeezes her gently, speaking softly,
“It’s over, Caitlin, nobody’s going to hurt you anymore.” Caitlin nods, still unable to control her shocked whimpered sobs as she limps towards an ambulance. Hailey and Adam exchange a glance as they spot Jay almost robotically reappearing from the apartment building, handing the rifle back to the officer he’d taken it from and trudging back towards Hank's car.
Hank bends down beside Jeremy Burden’s body, making sure there was in fact no pulse before calling over officers to roll the crime lab. He stands once more, motioning over Kim and Kevin who were now breaking off from their group of TR officers.
“I want you two to run point here, I’m going to take care of Halstead. Meet us back at the district.”
“Copy you, Sarge.” Kevin nods,
“Yes, Sarge.” Kim gives a sympathetic smile, patting his shoulder as she follows Kevin towards the staging area to speak to other officers.
The senior officer scans the crowd of law enforcement looking for Jay, spotting him crouched by the SUV. With a look to Adam and Hailey who are standing by Caitlin’s ambulance, Hank nods and motions with his palm, silently requesting that they stay with her. He receives another two nods as he makes his way to Jay.
As he gets closer he can hear Jay trying to take calming breaths, he keeps his approach careful and relatively slow, “Jay?” He queries softly. Jay lifts his head with tired and red eyes, hastily swiping at his tears he stands back up.
“Job's done, Sarge. Where do you want me?” He sniffs, mouth set into a thin line, the walls to his emotions going back up with speed.
“I want you to come back to the district with me, bro. We’re going to debrief, and you’re gonna get you the time you need.”
“Sarge, that’s not necessary, I-”
“Jay, this isn’t a negotiation. We’re going back to the 21st. We are only just beginning to give ATF hell for everything that’s happened, I need you to have your head on straight.”
Jay is quiet for a moment, considering Hank’s words before nodding curtly, his eyes full of fire once again as he climbs into the passenger seat.
En route to the district, it’s quiet, Jay toys with the rings around his neck, sighing as he closes his eyes, trying to imagine your voice or your touch, wishing that him ridding the world of Jeremy Burden made it all hurt any less. It didn’t.
Hank’s turning into the street that takes them to the 21st when the caller ID on his car springs to life. The name “Huffman ATF” flashes and Hank answers, eyeing Jay for a second. The detective sits up straighter in his seat, listening intently, anger already filling his veins before he’s heard what the agent has to say.
“Voight.”
“Sergeant Voight, this agent Huffman. I’ve heard from your higher-ups that you managed to seize and kill Jeremy Burden today?”
“The killing wasn’t planned, agent, but yes. We got the job done, no thanks to you. Did you even know he still had Caitlin Birch?”
“Well, we had our assumptions, but our primary focus was on securing the weapons and the individual responsible.”
Jay and Hank scoff at the same time at Huffman’s callous statement, not at all surprised given their attitude throughout.
Huffman continues, “I’m sure we’ll have some very productive conversations and liaisons now that you have helped us so wonderfully with the seizure of Burden’s property. We have reason to believe there are other locations that may provide us with other suspects, targets and all relevant information.”
“We will not be working with you until we’ve filed a formal complaint, agent. Is there anything else you want before I get back to actually doing my job?”
The agent sighs at the other end of the line,
“I wish you played more nicely, Sergeant. I really do… Yes, there is something else. It’s a sensitive topic, however, can we meet in person?”
“We can meet, but I need to know what it’s about.” Hank’s tone is terse, eyeing Jay who’s probably two seconds away from inserting himself into the conversation with a stream of questions and grievances alike.
“I’d rather discuss it in person, I will send you the address.”
“Listen, Huffman, I am trying to play nice here. I think I deserve to know what I’m actually coming to see you for.”
There’s hesitation, but Huffman relents. Giving the simple words, “It’s about your detective, Y/N Y/L/N… See you soon, Sergeant.”
And with that, the car’s speaker goes quiet, the line dead.
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End of Part 7
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