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onechicagolife · 10 months ago

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Detective Jay Halstead is a senior member of the Intelligence Unit, where he is partnered with Detective Hailey Upton after his former partner went missing undercover. While he never wanted to give up hope, the CPD assumed her dead and he was resigned to accept it. Now, two years later, Jay gets a sudden phone call with news that changes his life forever. Avery Clarke is alive. want to be tagged? link in bio <3

Chapter Nine

"Are we helping out on a case?" Avery directs the question to her boss, uncertainty only growing when he folds his arms over his chest and silently looks at Lang.

"Sort of," Agent Lang starts slowly, eyeing her skeptically before noting the impatient quirk of her brow. He clears his throat, "Actually, I'm here about your case. I want to talk about the last two years."

Her heart skips a beat in her chest, and she swallows, "What about it? Are you on the Volkov case?" It's been weeks since her return and they officially lost the case again, not even being told which agency had it. Every single time she or Hank have reached out for an update, they've been stonewalled. She's tired of being frozen out, but if the case is being handled by the DEA instead of the FBI, maybe her connections can finally get them somewhere.

"I'm part of the DEA task force," Lang carefully pauses. He knows her well enough to prepare himself for the temper she occasionally exhibits. "And so were you."

A sharp inhale cuts through the thick silence that follows, Avery blinking with furrowed brows as she attempts to process the admission. How in the hell was she part of a federal task force when it wasn't even a federal case two years ago? Hank can sense the shock and confusion coming from the detective, so he steps in, setting aside his own shock, "What do you mean, she was part of the task force?"

"You weren't missing," the agents starts, "You were undercover, for us." Unable to believe the words coming from the man's mouth, Avery turns on her heels and begins to pace in the small space, dragging her fingers through her hair. She closes her eyes and tugs harder at the tangled strands, as if the pain might magically cause the memories to resurface. At her lack of response, Lang continues with what he knows, "After your cover was blown, they held you for interrogation. They tortured you for weeks. Beatings, electric shock, sensory deprivation. But you never broke. Actually, you convinced them that you were who you said you were — Talia — and that you and a few others were planning on betraying the Aleksovs. The wire was so that you could use the information for yourself.

"They believed you. I still don't understand how you did it, but you gained their trust and struck a deal. In exchange for your life, you'd give them everything they needed to take control of the Aleksovs' operations. After almost three months, you got them to trust you enough to let you go on the promise that you'd work for them. By this time, the FBI had taken the case from Major Crimes, and we were planning on officially making a task force. They had an undercover, very low level but had his ear to the ground. Once Nikolai Volkov successfully used your information to dismantle the Aleksovs, there was talk about a "beautiful woman" that got caught with a wire but was able to charm Nikolai with her business savvy and flexible loyalty. We started to suspect it could be you."

Having heard enough, Avery finally interrupts, shaking her head in disbelief over what she is hearing, "No. This doesn't make any sense. If I somehow 'charmed' them enough to let me go, why didn't I contact CPD as soon as possible? Why didn't I call Hank?" She glances to the older man as his name falls past her lips, desperately searching for any kind of answer in his eyes. But she only finds that he is just as unsure as she is.

Lang folds his arms across his chest, "We had agents waiting at the locations we knew about to intercept you at first chance. That's when you and I connected for the first time. I gave you my pitch: no one has ever gotten as deep within the Volkov organization as you had the chance to, Avery. And if you left then, they'd think you were betraying them. They'd come after you and they wouldn't stop. So, you agreed to go back in as part of our federal investigation long enough to help our undercover agent rise higher up in the ranks. You'd have to stay 'missing' for just a couple months, so that you could get out without raising suspicions and set us up to take them down. Do you remember Special Agent Anderoff – Jim – from the task force a few years back? He became your main contact. After a few weeks, you found evidence of something bigger. Turns out, the Volkovs have been trafficking in more than just guns and drugs."

"Women," Voight realizes gruffly, and her blood runs cold.

Lang nods, "And girls. Some as young as twelve, and we had no idea. You couldn't walk away."

A warehouse full of cages flashes behind her eyes before being replaced by the cold, battered body of Nadia. The image of her teenage self, high out of her mind and pressed down against a dirty couch.

"We thought that by taking the case from the CPD, it would stop the investigation into your disappearance. And it did, for a while. But Detective Halstead never fully stopped looking into things, and one lead he was following started to get close to you. If we hadn't planted faulty intel, he'd have ended up getting himself or you killed." She exhales a breath, facing Lang and meeting his eyes for the first time in minutes. "Avery, it was your idea to fake your death. You knew that Halstead would never stop looking for you so long as there was some shred of hope that you were still alive. We planted some seeds about a woman matching your description having been killed, and after a little bit of pressure on the deputy superintendent, they had you declared dead."

No. "You're saying..." There was no way. "You're saying that I chose this?" Her voice shakes as she forces the words out, a painful sting starting to build in the pit of her stomach. There was no way she would let her friends and family think that she was dead... Would she? To protect them, to protect Jay?

Avery blinks back the tears that begin to well in her eyes, deciding that right now, something she can focus on – something she can control – is anger. "Why now?" she grits out, taking a step towards Lang as her volume continues to rise, "Why come to me now, when you've known what happened to me this whole time?"

"I wanted to," he tries to assure, "As soon as we found out what happened, I wanted to. The decision was made way above my paygrade. When the agency heard about your memory loss, they decided it was better to keep you in the dark. Your cover was likely blown but you... well, they thought you would want to go back in to finish what you started. I finally managed to convince them to let me come see you today." Lang shuffles around a few things in his bag before pulling out a manila file folder. He extends it towards her, "You're not an agent, so this is as much information that I could get them to hand over."

Avery eyes the much-too-thin folder with a scoff, "What, I don't have clearance to read about my own life?"

When she stubbornly refuses to take it from his outstretched hand, Lang sighs and sets it on the edge of Voight's desk instead, "I'm sorry." With no response other than a stiff nod from Voight, Lang offers another apology before leaving the office.

A soft thud echoes as the door closes behind him and Avery brings her palms up to press into her eyes, trying to stop the tears from falling and stifle the burgeoning headache. "This can't be real," she mutters as she shakes her head.

Hank picks up the folder before flipping through the pages, eyes skimming over its contents. "There's photos," he confirms, "It's your signature on these reports."

She doesn't believe him. Avery snatches the file from his hands but can't bring herself to look at it herself. She can't believe him. There's ringing in her ears and pounding behind her eyes, and the air is suddenly so thick that she struggles to take in a complete breath. Spinning on her heels, she wretches the door open and storms into the bullpen, immediately feeling the weight of seven pairs of eyes. One pair in particular burns at her skin, and she fights the urge to meet them. Stepping quickly to her desk, she rips her jacket from the back of the chair.

Hank calls out her name from the doorway of his office to no avail. "Detective Clarke," he says firmly, raising his voice in a way that causes her to halt in her tracks halfway across the room. "Just take a breath, we'll figure this out."

Clenching her jaw tightly to fight the sob clawing at the back of her throat, Avery glances over her shoulder at the older man, "We? There is no 'we,' Hank. Apparently, I made sure of that." With that, Voight watches without objection as she rushes down the staircase. He doesn't know what he could possibly say to stop her from leaving, to stop her from spiraling, when he is just as lost for words. As he turns to head back into his office, he spots Ruzek stand from his desk out of the corner of his eye. "Don't," he orders, and Adam halts his stride, "Let her go."

This cannot be real. This cannot be real. This cannot be real.

She doesn't know how long she's been sitting here, alone in her car. The sun has already traveled across every window, shining through the glass and bouncing off the pages now sitting beside her. Avery stares straight ahead, but her eyes blur everything out. Reading the words on those pages — her words — was supposed to give her some answers. Answers other than what she was told: that she chose to let everyone she loves think that she was dead.

But they were her words, and the proof that she was undercover for the DEA was right there in black and white. And she knows that vowing to put an end to a sex trafficking ring is something she would do. After what happened to Nadia, she would never let anything like that happen to another girl if she could help it. The last two years started with torture and pain before being spent gathering intel, arranging deals, and sabotaging whatever she could. The information has allowed her to construct images in her head, rebuilding the memories she lost, but there are still gaps between the reports she was given. She can feel it in her gut that there is something missing, something important. Something that she needs to remember.

She has lost everything. She lost two years of her life, two people she considered family died without her being there. She can understand staying undercover, sacrificing her normal job and life. But if she made the choice to fake her death, that means she chose to sacrifice the man she loves. That means that everything that's changed, the way things are now, is her fault.

The sound of a car horn pulls Avery back to reality, and she blinks away the tears clouding her vision. She hadn't even realized that she was crying as she wipes her cheeks with the backs of her hands. Taking in her surroundings, her eyes land on the bar across the street from where she's parked in front of her new building. After staying with Hank since her return, she decided it was time to get back to normal by looking for her own apartment. She has still been at the home she grew up in, though, until she gets actual furniture besides the mattress still in the plastic resting on the floor.

Avery stares at the bar for a few minutes, watching the people that walk in while it's still light out and contemplating whether she should be one of them. She knows that she shouldn't go inside. She knows that she should go back to work. She knows that she shouldn't let the contents of that file drive her into a spiral.

She goes inside.

Avery sets down the box filled with the rest of her clothes, taking in the furniture finally set up in the bedroom. A small smile tugs at the corners of her lips, relieved that she has an actual bed to sleep in instead of the mattress she's been crashing on the last few nights after stumbling home from the bar. She walks back into the main area of the apartment, smiling wider as Kevin finishes mounting her television and Adam adjusts the couch. Avery narrows her eyes as she watches Kim playfully throwing cushions at him to set up, their laughter filling the apartment. "Thank you guys again for helping me today," she gushes.

"Stop thanking us," Kim laughs, "You know we're happy to help." She moves to head to the bathroom, squeezing Avery's hand with a smile as she passes.

Avery watches until she is for sure out of earshot before slowly making her way towards Adam with a smirk. He plops down on the couch with a sigh before spotting her, eyeing her warily, "What's that look for?"

"What's going on with you and Kim?" she counters with a raised brow. He rolls his eyes and throws his head back with a groan. Pointing an accusatory finger, she chuckles, "I knew it. You're hooking up again."

Adam can't fight the smile that creeps up, giving a half shrug, "Maybe."

"Maybe," she mocks as she sits down next to him, earning another eye roll.

They spend the rest of the afternoon hanging out, eating pizza and watching the game on her freshly set up tv. After a few hours, Avery bids them goodbye and starts unpacking her clothes until she can't ignore the itch anymore. She grabs a glass from the kitchen, pouring drink that ends up containing a hefty amount of vodka and just a splash of soda before heading back to the bedroom. She moves over to the window that she managed to turn into a makeshift crime board. Opening the panels, Avery stares at the photos and pages she taped up days ago. She knows that there is way more to the story of the last two years, and she is going to figure it out. Agent Lang was right. She is going to finish what she started.

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#jay halstead #jay halstead x oc #jay halstead fanfiction #chicago pd #chicago pd fanfiction #story: absentia #gifs are not mine: ask if you would like yours removed

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storiesfabled · 4 months ago

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updated muse list

under the cut you will find the most up-to-date muse list.

911

evan buckley

maddie buckley

charlotte buckley-diaz // rowan blanchard // buck & eddie daughter

eddie diaz

athena grant

may grant

howard han

tommy kinard

bobby nash

harper nash // er registrar // ashley benson // bobby & marcy daughter

jonah nash // firefighter // tyler blackburn // ray & margaret son

raymund nash // principal // d.w. moffett // bobby’s brother

matthew ransone // police officer // casey deidrick // lou’s son

josh russo

ashlynn wilson // college student // victoria justice // henrietta & karen daughter

henrietta wilson

karen wilson

911: lone star

nancy gillian

trevor parks

arianna reyes // maiara walsh // tk & carlos daughter

carlos reyes

gabriel reyes

gabriella ryder // troian bellisario // judd & grace daughter

grace ryder

jackson ryder // football coach & pe teacher // eric stonestreet // judd’s brother

judd ryder

weston ryder // oil tycoon // jeffrey dean morgan // judd’s brother

aubrey strand // madison davenport // owen & npc daughter

owen strand

tk strand

victoria strand // liana liberato // owen & npc daughter

paul strickland

billy tyson

chicago fire

tricia boden // aisha dee // wallace & donna daughter

wallace boden

sylvie brett

matt casey

gabriella dawson

christopher hermann

stella kidd

patrick mcholland // hunter parrish // mouch & trudy son

rachel mcholland // anna kendrick // mouch & trudy daughter

randall ‘mouch’ mcholland

peter mills

kelly severide

leslie shay

brian ‘otis’ zvonecek

chicago med

anna charles

daniel charles

Mackenzie Crawford // er nurse // Elizabeth Olsen

will halstead

maggie lockwood

connor rhodes

chicago pd

kevin atwater

antonio dawson

eva dawson

hannah halstead // willa holland // jay & erin daughter

jay halstead

erin lindsay

trudy platt

adam ruzek

savannah ruzek // dianna agron // adam & kim daughter

Hank voight

Madeline voight // police officer // charisma carpenter // hank & trudy daughter

Criminal minds

Penelope garcia

Aaron hotchner

Alexandra hotchner // ssa bau // alona tal // aaron & haley daughter

Jennifer jareau

Emily prentiss

Derek morgan

Brynnlee reid-morgan // aisha dee // derek & spencer daughter

David rossi

Rylee rossi // hayden panettiere // david & erin daughter

dallas

Ann ewing

Bobby ewing

Christopher ewing

John ross ewing

Olivia ewing // britt robertson // bobby & ann daughter

Bryan jones // history professor // colin donnell

fire country

Bode Donovan

eve edwards

jennifer jameson // bakery owner // aja naomi king

luke leone

Sharon Leone

Vince Leone

freddy mills

Gabriella Perez

Manny Perez

Grey’s anatomy

Teddy altman

Jackson avery

Miranda bailey

Tuck bailey-jones

Stephanie edwards

Lexie grey

Meredith grey

Zola grey-shepherd

Alex karev

Chloe montgomery-shepherd // er nurse // madelaine petsch

Arizona robbins

Mark sloan

Sofia sloan-torres

Callie torres

Private practice

Cooper freedman

Addison montgomery

Jasmine montgomery-reilly // dove cameron // addison & jake daughter

Jake reilly

Station 19

Travis montgomery

Theo ruiz

Ben warren

Zoey warren // college student // amber riley // ben & miranda daughter

supernatural

Annabelle buckley-moore // hunter // josephine langsford // evan buckley & jess daughter

Castiel

Crowley

arianna simmons // hunter // chloe bennett

Bobby singer

Rufus turner

Dean winchester

Johanna winchester // danielle campbell // dean & castiel daughter

John winchester

Sam winchester

#muse list

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ao3feed-ncislosangeles · 7 months ago

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Navy's Nightmare

by CrazyMoonLove (TheJupiterGirl) When the '' Female Navy Killer '' comes back, all the women members and ex-members of the navy forces are called back to the bases for their security. But will, the identity of this psychopath who raped, tortured and killed so many women, be revealed ?..... ...Read it to know. Inspired by : '' From Port to Port '' by SamHeartfillia(SamFullbuster) Words: 5, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Top Gun (Movies), NCIS, NCIS: Los Angeles, Criminal Minds (US TV), Law & Order: SVU, 9-1-1 (TV), 9-1-1: Lone Star (TV 2020), Hawaii Five-0 (2010), S.W.A.T. (TV 2017), Brooklyn Nine-Nine (TV), Grey's Anatomy, Chicago PD (TV), Chicago Fire, Chicago Med, Castle (TV 2009), The Mentalist, Fast & Furious (Movies) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Categories: F/M, Other Characters: Connor Rhodes (Chicago Med), Evan "Buck" Buckley, TK Strand, Kelly Severide, Jay Halstead, Anthony DiNozzo, Dominick "Sonny" Carisi Jr., Tom "Iceman" Kazansky, Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Danny "Danno" Williams, Spencer Reid, Jackson Avery, Brian O'Conner, Jake Peralta, Jim Street, Richard Castle, Patrick Jane, Will Halstead, Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Carlos Reyes (9-1-1 Lone Star), Matthew Casey, Adam Ruzek, Jethro Gibbs, Rafael Barba, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Steve McGarrett, Aaron Hotchner, Mark Sloan (Grey's Anatomy) Relationships: Will Halstead/Connor Rhodes, Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Carlos Reyes/TK Strand, Matthew Casey/Kelly Severide, Jay Halstead/Adam Ruzek, Anthony DiNozzo/Jethro Gibbs, Rafael Barba/Dominick "Sonny" Carisi Jr., Tom "Iceman" Kazansky/Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw/Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Steve McGarrett/Danny "Danno" Williams, Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid, Jackson Avery/Mark Sloan, Brian O'Conner/Dominic Toretto, G Callen/Original Male Character(s), Jake Peralta/Original Male Character(s), Jim Street/Original Male Character(s), Richard Castle/Original Character(s), Patrick Jane/Original Character(s) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Serial Killers, Killing, Rape/Non-con Elements, Blood and Violence, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Eventual Smut, My First Smut, Blood and Gore, Blood and Torture via https://ift.tt/4qEmtkG

#ncis la

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japrilsanatomy · 1 year ago

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Current Top 10 Ships:

Honorable Mention: Linstead (Erin Lindsay and Jay Halstead)- Chicago P.D.

10. Lucaya (Lucas Friar and Maya Hart)- Girl Meets World

9. Calzona (Callie Torres and Arizona Robbins)- Grey’s Anatomy

8. MerDer (Meredith Grey and Derek Shepherd)- Grey’s Anatomy

7. Dawsey (Gabby Dawson and Matt Casey)- Chicago Fire

6. Slexie (Mark Sloan and Lexie Grey)- Grey’s Anatomy

5. Skyeward (Daisy “Skye” Johnson and Grant Ward)- Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.

4. Jolex (Jo Wilson and Alex Karev)- Grey’s Anatomy

3. Delena (Damon Salvatore and Elena Gilbert)- The Vampire Diaries

2. Romanogers (Natasha Romanoff and Steve Rogers)- MCU

Japril (Jackson Avery and April Kepner)- Grey’s Anatomy

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llamaqueenprompt · 9 months ago

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Masterlist

REQUESTS: OPEN

LAST UPDATED: 09/08scandal/2024

Alex Karev

works: 1

Not Happily Ever After - “What happened to their happily ever after?” “Not all stories get a happily ever after”

Annalise Keating

works: 1

Get Out - "Come out so I can kill you"

Callie Torres

works: 1

The Last Letter - "you don't deserve to be forgotten"

Damon Salvatore

works: 1

Revealing Roadtrip - "admitting that I'm right is always a good option."

Dylan O'Brien

works: 1

Love in the Spotlight - "This sounds a lot like a marriage proposal." "Maybe it is."

Fitz Grant

works: 1

Pillow Wall - "There is only one bed."

Harry Bingham

works: 1

Hope is For You - "Hopefulness is like a drug. It’s hard to escape the addiction of hoping."

Isaac Lahey

works: 1

Beneath City Lights - "We’re lying on a desert parking level, watching the stars, but we’re in a big city with too much light, so we end up just watching each other."

Jace Herondale

works: 1

Family Reunion - "You're actually kind of amazing"

Jackson Avery

works: 1

Bitch of the Year - "-you're really campaining for bitch of the year, aren't you?"

Jake Ballard

works: 1

Future Plans - "This is not the time or place for this."

Jay Halstead

works: 1

Sweet Creature - "I'm so pround to be your father,"

Justin Foley

works: 1

Just One Second - "Fine, make me the villain,"

Luke Patterson

works: 1

Single In, Single Out - Wedding - Write about a family wedding where you are the only single - besides a ten-year-old.

Magnus Bane

works: 1

Out of Love - Inspired by Out of Love by Alessia Cara

Mark Sloan

works: 3

The Last Letter - "you don't deserve to be forgotten"

Bitch of the Year - "-you're really campaining for bitch of the year, aren't you?"

His Secret Child

Mason Mount

works: 1

Uneducated Buy - "You're not stupid. Just uneducated."

Nick Amaro

works: 1

Crazy Person - “Since when did you become an expert?” “Since I watched a documentary about it. Last night.”

Others

Becca Gelb - Support System - "you should have called me"

Amelia Shepherd and April Kepner - The Wedding Fiasco - "Do you realize what you've done?"

Leo Roth - One Night Stand

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mischiefxmanagcd · 1 year ago

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under the cut is a list of muses i’ve been wanting (more) ships with. so if you see any there that you wanna discuss potential shipping with, let me know! (psa - unless stated differently next to their name, muses are bisexual). also i am definitely open to shipping with any of my muses, the ones listed are just the ones i have most muse for at the moment.

evan buckley

eddie diaz

may grant

harper nash

lou ransone

matthew ransone

josh russo (gay)

kiersten russo

marjan marwani

gavin ryder

jackson ryder (gay)

weston ryder

paul strickland

billy tyson

antonio dawson

jay halstead

madeline voight

penelope garcia

aaron hotchner

alexandra hotchner

derek morgan

rylee rossi

olivia ewing

jackson avery

arizona robbins

mark sloan

callie torres

travis montgomery (gay)

theo ruiz

michael anderson

arabella simmons

parker simmons

quinton simmons

#shipping call

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frontlincs · 3 months ago

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#𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙨: an indie, private, selective & plot driven multi muse blog featuring characters from ABC’s 9-1-1, Chicago Med & more. well loved by zoey (31, she/her, est).

muses and rules under the cut

01. my name is zoey and welcome to my corner of the internet! I’ve been in the role-play community since high school so I’ve been around the block. I don’t claim to be anyone in the pictures or have any affiliation with the casts or crews.

02. this blog will feature nsfw themes like blood, gore, violence, drug use, etc but never smut. all topics will be tagged appropriately ( tw ___ ) and if there is anything I’ve missed ( I don’t have any triggers myself ) please let me know and I can take care of that for you. I want all of my followers and fellow writing partners to feel safe on my blog. on that note, if your age is not listed on your profile, I will not follow back. for reference, I only follow those over the age of 21.

03. I am able to write a variety of different styles. I prefer to write multi-paragraph and novella-length starters/replies but I am also willing to write single paras as well. I just ask for no one-liners; they just don’t give me much to go off of.

04. I absolutely love memes so always feel free to send them in, however, they are for mutuals only. when it comes to meme responses and if you feel so inclined, go ahead and turn the response into a thread. it doesn’t matter if we’ve already got a few going on. I’m always up for more!

05. I dealt with enough drama when I was in high school and I’d rather not relive it so this blog will be drama-free ( IC drama is okay ), stress-free, and a safe place for all. if someone is particularly problematic and a danger to others, then I will take the proper action to protect the safe space i’ve created here.

06. last but not least, I’m just here to have fun. as long as you’re a good human, we’ll get along fine and I look forward to writing with you all 🤍

profile image template is by eomerwrites , psd is by somresources , and icon template is from bansheepsds , gifs from @thaywrites

the muses ( primary , secondary & request only )

primary

adriana diaz , shannon diaz ( both heavily affiliated with @firediaz ) , maddie han , may grant , hannah hadler ( created for @cardiosurgcn ), david hadler ( created for @cardiosurgcn ) , natalie manning (exclusive with @espres0s ), maggie lockwood, and ava bekker.

secondary

sophia diaz , henrietta “hen” wilson , athena grant , sarah reese , april sexton , catherine rhodes & marlese halstead , avery morgan & meredith manning

request only

taylor kelly , evan buckley , lucy donato , nancy drew & mary morstan

#* do not reblog !#updated: 11/03/24

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garlicbreadkings · 1 year ago

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Dangerous Games Chapter Five: New Plans

Jack stood in a rather large room. His gaze was on the screens in front of him. He heard somebody enter the room. He turned to see Raven standing in the doorway. He had a rather grave look on his face. “Pardon my intrusion but one of our own was seen trying to escape with a test subject.”

Jack frowned. “So I’ve heard. I should of known that Halstead was going to cause trouble eventually. Ah well. I’ve got something lined up for him.”

Raven lofted an eyebrow. “What sort of something?”

“Why don’t you follow me and see?” suggested Jack as they both left the control room.

Jack had Will transferred into a lab. Will laid on a hospital bed hooked up to machines. One of the machines looked to be an I.V. machine delivering fluids into Will’s body. Raven looked up at Jack. “What are you planning on doing with him?”

“You remember the Rockwall experiment that happened a couple of years ago? I plan recreating it. Hopefully, Will brings us the results we are looking for.”

Raven frowned. “Most subjects don’t survive the first day. You sure you want to lose someone as valuable as him?”

“He’s a loose end. He’s proven to me that he can’t be trusted.” Jack placed a hand on Raven’s shoulder. “You let me worry about my mistakes. Have Avery come by with the first round. Take him down to the amphitheater.”

Raven nodded. “Of course.” He watched as Jack left. He returned his gaze back to Will.

Will was taken down to a rather large amphitheater. Jack stood there with a red haired man. The man had metal plates that moved when he took a breath in his neck. He had a bottle of orange liquid in his hand. “I am ready to conduct the experiment if you are.”

Jack nodded. “Let’s do it.”

The man ran the liquid through Will’s I.V. He saw Will make a fist. His veins began glowing orange.

Will woke up to a sharp pain going through his body. He twitched around in the hospital bed. He saw Jack and a man he didn’t recognize staring down at him. He lifted up his hands. He saw painful lesions forming in his skin. He called out in pain. “Y-You bastard!” he spat at Jack.

“Will, if only you had played by the rules. You wouldn’t of become the ire of my next project. You made a mistake and must be punished for it.” Jack turned to Avery. “Go ahead with the next part.”

Avery picked up a vile filled with blue liquid. He held it up. He fed some of it into a syringe. He tapped the syringe gently before feeding it’s contents into the line. Will suddenly felt tired. He struggled one last time before succumbing to blackness.

Avery looked up at Jack. “You shouldn’t bother yourself a moment longer. I’ll let you know how it goes with our patient.”

Jack nodded. He left the room. He headed back to the control room. He decided to pull up the call logs from Will’s phone. He played back the recent call that Will had made. When he heard that Natalie was coming back to Chicago, an idea hit him. If Will wants to play dumb games, then he can win a stupid prize. I wasn’t kidding when I said I’d make his loved ones pay for his mistakes. A wicked grin formed on his face. I’m going to lure the girl here and make her into a stake for Will. He’ll have to obey me then.

Jack pulled up an AI program on the computer. He had the AI mimic Will’s voice. He put a distressed voicemail on Natalie’s phone for her to discover. He knew she had to be in the air by now. He gave Natalie a meet up point and told her to come alone. Something about it being too dangerous for her to bring anybody.

All Jack had to do was wait now. He heard one of the TVs in his office click on. He knew exactly who was trying to reach him. “Sorry. I’m dealing with a loose end.”

I told you that it was too dangerous to keep the Halstead boy alive. Came a male voice. You’ve really caused a rather large mess for me to have to clean up.

“I never asked you to clean up anything. I will handle this. I can promise you that. I figured out a way to keep Halstead in line as well as be able to use him to our advantage.”

You better hope he stays obedient this time. If he so much as shows signs that he won’t be, I want him eliminated. Hissed the voice.

“It shall be done.” muttered Jack. The static then faded from the screen. Jack stood there in silence. He decided to page Haron and have him go pick up Natalie.

It was a three hour flight from Washington to Illinois. Natalie arrived in Chicago. She took her plane off airplane mode. Once she did, she discovered that she had a missed call and a voicemail from the number that Will had been contacting her from. She decided to listen to the voicemail.

She heard distressed breathing. Almost as if Will had been running. “Help! Nat! I’ve escaped from Jack! Meet me a couple of blocks down from Chicago Med. I’ll be waiting for you. Hurry! I’m not sure how long I’ll be able to escape from Jack!

Natalie immediately slung her bag over her shoulder. She wasted no time in fleeing from the airport. She had to find Will. She waved down a taxi. The taxi driver pulled up to her. Natalie quickly got in. She explained to the driver where she was going. She asked him to hurry.

The driver drove through the streets of Chicago. Natalie looked out the window in hopes of being able to spot Will. Her heart pounded in her chest. She felt her phone buzz once more. She looked down to see a text from Austin. She decided to ignore it. The driver parked several blocks away from Chicago Med. She thanked the driver before getting out.

She walked into the alleyway. She called out to Will. She spotted a shadow moving in the dark. “Will?”

The shadow got closer to her. Natalie felt fear course through her. This shadow wasn’t Will. She began backing up. She got ready to run as the shadow grew closer and closer to her. She bumped into something soft. She turned her head. A fist made contact with her face. The blow was enough to send her into the wall. Before she even had a chance to recover, another blow struck her in the stomach. She clutched her stomach as she sank to her knees. Her vision blurring in and out of focus.

The figure picked her up. It slung her over it’s shoulder before vanishing down the alleyway with her. Natalie groaned weakly. She whispered for Will. Her vision then went dark.

…..

Natalie had been out cold for a long time. Her eyes slowly opened. She felt a throbbing pain in her stomach. She clutched it firmly as she sat upright. The room spun for just a second. She panted softly. “H-Hello? Will?” she called.

She heard a set of footsteps outside of her door. The door opened. A man in a suit entered her room. Natalie had never seen this man before. She gently squirmed away from him. The man gently knelt down in front of her. “Relax. I have no plans on hurting you. At least not yet. You see, I need your help with something.” He showed her a picture. “Is this man familiar to you?”

Natalie looked at the picture. She paled. She recognized Will right off the bat. “W-Will. What happened to him? Is he okay?”

“I’m afraid he’s kind of in a sad shape. Hopefully, you can fix him.” The man held his hand out toward her.

Natalie stared at his hand for a while before taking it. He helped her to her feet. He took her down a hallway. Natalie limped behind him. The hallway had windows. The windows displayed some glowing plants outside. Natalie could tell that they were miles below ground. “Where exactly are we and where are you taking me?”

“I’m taking you to Will. As to where you are, that’s not important.” replied the man.

They approached an elevator. The elevator doors opened. Natalie limped into. The man stood by her. He pressed the button. Natalie’s hand still rested on her stomach. She looked up at the man. She studied his features. He looked to be an older male. Natalie could tell that he came from money. However, she was unsure if he was the same man that was holding Will hostage or not.

The elevator doors opened again after a little while. Natalie was escorted off the elevator. She followed him down the hallway. He took her to a room. Inside of the room was a hospital bed and machines. She gasped seeing Will on top of it. She ran over to him. “Oh my god! Will!”

Will looked pale. Natalie could see tiny spots on his arms and legs. She looked over at the man. “Wha..what happened?”

“He was undergoing a trial I was overseeing. He hasn’t woken up since he was given the medicine.” explained the man.

Natalie touched Will’s cheek. She could tell that Will was in a deep sleep but it didn’t seem natural. “Will? Honey?” She took his hand. “I’m right here. I need you to wake up.”

She waited on Will to move but got no response. She went searching through one of the drawers. She found what she was looking for. She ran adrenaline through his I.V. line.

Will felt a surge of energy course through him. He woke up instantly. He bolted upright. He coughed harshly. It was like he had something in his lungs that he couldn’t cough up. He looked at Natalie. Natalie could see the blank look on his face. Natalie placed a hand on each one of his cheeks. “Will? Will, honey, I’m right here.”

Will’s eyes flickered. He came back to reality. “Nat, what are you doing here?”

“A man brought me to you. Said you needed help.”

Jack smiled. “Which you have done a marvelous job of, my dear. I’m afraid I can’t let the either of you go.”

Natalie frowned. “What do you mean? No. You can’t keep us here.”

Will held Natalie close. “He can and he will. He’s done so to me.” rasped Will weakly.

Jack clapped his hands. “I must say you fell for my trap quicker than I thought you would. Nat, was it?” He tapped something on his wrist.

Natalie held onto Will. Will pushed her behind him protectively as Jack came closer. “Don’t you touch her, bastard.”

“I’m afraid you can’t do anything about that, Will. Especially with what kind of a performance you gave me.”

More people came into the room. They were armed. Will stood up weakly. He wobbled as he kept Natalie behind him. The both of them backed up toward the wall. “Don’t make this any worse for yourself, Will. Just turn her over to me.”

“N-no. I won’t. You’ll turn her into one of your experiments.” spat Will. “You aren’t going to take her away from me.”

Jack laughed. He looked to the guards. “Do what you have to. Kill the girl if you must to make a point.”

The guards closed in on her and Will. Will stayed in front of Natalie. Adrenaline was still going through him. One of the guards raised their tase wand at him. Will swung his leg. He kicked the guard’s legs out from underneath of him. He plucked the wand out of his hand. He then used it to shock one of the other guards. The other guard fell to his knees.

Will turned to Natalie. “Go!” he urged.

Natalie bolted without a second thought. Will soon chased after her. The guards followed suit.

Natalie ran toward the elevator. She pressed the down button. She felt Will stand behind her. Will kept an eye on their backside. The guards rounded the corner now armed with rifles. A bolt of light flew past them. Will went wide eyed. As soon as that elevator door opened, Will shoved Natalie into it. He then followed suit. He forcefully slammed the doors closed. He heard the guards banging on it as it went downwards.

Natalie panted. “What the hell is going on, Will?”

“Jack isn’t going to let us leave. I know how to get out of here.” Will felt his body twinge. His knees suddenly grew weak. The adrenaline was wearing off.

The elevator suddenly clicked into place. Will saw orange light begin cutting through the elevator door. He knew what they were trying to do. He grabbed Natalie’s hand. He turned toward the back window of the elevator. They didn’t have that long to go. He began kicking the glass. The glass shattered after the second kick. “Jump.” ordered Will.

Natalie looked at Will. “Are you crazy?!” she shouted.

“It’s either that or we get captured. Which is gonna be?!” growled Will.

Natalie sighed. She jumped out the window. She plummeted, landing on top of one of the tables. She grunted from the impact. She heard Will land by her. He grabbed her hand. He helped her stand up. He heard the guards breach the door on the elevator. More bolts of light came showering down on them.

Natalie and Will began running. Will ran towards where he spotted the maintenance tunnel. He kept Natalie ahead of him. The two entered the tunnel. Will forced the door closed. He panted. He felt his body grow weak. He sank to one knee. Natalie quickly helped him up. The two went into the tunnels.

Jack was in the control room. He watched them navigate down the series of tunnels. He smiled. He went over to another computer. He typed something into the console. A panel on the terminal opened. He sank his key in and twisted it to the side.

Will heard something explode behind them. He quickly urged Natalie to move faster. A bright ball of flame came charging toward them. Natalie gasped. She picked up the pace. More of the tunnels were exploding behind them. Just as Natalie took a step around the corner, an explosion went off.

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