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Ignite - Ch.4

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Chapter 4

By the grace of God, Chloe and Adam were let into the night club by the bouncer who couldn't take his eyes off of Chloe's cleavage as she leaned against Adam, acting completely stoned out of her mind. 

Being in the dimly lit building for about a half hour, Chloe and Adam quickly realized that they had walked into a sex trafficking and drug ring. It was for the rich men of Chicago, most of the women dressed as sexy as they could for their slender bodies, barely able to hold their head up as men flocked to them. 

"This place creeps me the fuck out." Chloe whispered into Adam's ear since she had to acted stoned out of her mind. 

"Bogie approaching." Adam spoke quietly to Chloe's forehead, making it seem like he had placed a kiss on her forehead, so the team could keep watch from the camera hidden in his blue dress suit. 

"I haven't seen you two here before..." The man approached, sitting down on the other side of Chloe, his eyes scanning her toned legs, seeing the dress had rode up a little bit.

"Oh I'm here on business from Indianapolis, heard about this place through the grapevine, so I figured we would check it out." Adam explained, sticking his hand out, "Howie Douglas." Adam introduced himself. 

"Vincent Matthews." The man shook his hand, "And who might this beautiful woman be?" Vincent questioned, using his free hand to run a finger down her leg. 

"This is Brittney." Adam introduced her, "She's had a little too much fun." Adam chuckled, watching as Vincent grew interested in Chloe. 

"Would she be up for a little more fun?" Vincent questioned gripping Chloe's thigh to get her to stir awake, "Hey sweetheart, you want to have a little fun?" Vincent questioned to Chloe and she mumbled incoherently but nodded her head, "Here Howie, why don't you get introduced to Ashley here, while I get to know Brittany?" Vincent suggested snapping his fingers, causing Adam to look to the red-head approaching, to see that it was in fact the woman Walters had been seeing. 

"Okay." Adam nodded then leaned to Chloe, "Be have yourself Brittany." Adam watched as Vincent helped a heavy Chloe up from the couch she had been on, his arm going around her lower back, practically holding her to him as he disappeared behind a black door. 

Ruzek, get Ashley out of the building. She needs to be questioned. 

Adam heard Hank Voight's voice through the ear piece hidden, but he refused to leave Chloe alone in the building with the man, and turned his attention to Ashley, "Is there somewhere more private we can go?" Adam questioned to the red head and watched as she nodded her head. 

Ashley took his hand, pulling him up from the couch and he had laid his glass cup on the small table and allowed her to follow him towards the same black door that Chloe had disappeared behind with Vincent. 

Apples.

Breach Breach Breach.

Adam grew tense at Chloe using the safe word and before he could register what was happening, Intelligence and Chicago PD were running into the building with their guns draw. Adam immediately rushed through the black door. 

"CHLOE!?" Adam shouted, pulling his gun out that was tucked in his suit. Adam was dodging women that were running out of rooms, men following pulling up there pants, and heard a loud crash coming from the end of the hall. Adam rushed to the door, not bothering to check the door handle, but kicked in the wooden door. Adam saw Vincent on top of Chloe choking her as she tried like hell to punch at the man's face. He rushed to the man and held the gun to the back of his head. "Chicago PD asshole." Ruzek growled watching the man let go of Chloe's neck, noticing that her lip was busted and her forehead was bleeding, "You good?" Adam questioned his gun still aimed at the back of Vincent's head and watched as Chloe gave a nod, "Vincent Matthews you are under arrest, put your hands behind your back." Adam instructed as Chloe crawled away from the man, and then helped herself up using the bed. 

Adam handcuffed the man, turning him around to face him and noticed the broken nose he was sporting, along with the start of a black eye, extremely proud of his partner. 

Adam led the man out of the room and Chloe followed, as they walked down the hallway Hank Voight met them at the black door and gave Chloe her gun, "You good?" Hank questioned noticing the bruising around Chloe's throat starting to form, her forehead bleeding and her lip busted. 

"Yeah. Might need stitches." Chloe pointed to her forehead, from where Vincent had threw her into the corner table, causing her skin to rip open. Chloe had taken the cloth from her father to hold it against her forehead as she walked into the main club area to several men getting arrested, a large table filled with narcotics and several women crying, and Chloe immediately scanned the faces to find Cleo, Samantha and Veronica, and a sigh left her lips. 

"Go to med and get checked out. We'll meet back at the district." Hank instructed, "Ruzek go with her, we got it from here." Hank added. . . Six stitches later, Chloe was walking up the stairs to see Kelly Severide still sitting at her desk, and the sight of her had him jumping out of his chair. "What the hell happened?" Kelly questioned, his cheeks going red at the sight of the dark bruises forming around her neck, her lip dried with blood, and a large butterfly band-aid on her forehead. 

"I'm okay..." Chloe assured, "Just got launched into a table." Chloe tried to joke. 

"You should see the other guy though." Adam piped up clapping a hand on Chloe's shoulder, "Proud of you for breaking his nose." Adam commented causing Chloe to let out a small laugh, "You need to fill him in, I'll go help the others, remember the deal." Adam added. 

"Yes dad." Chloe rolled her eyes while Kelly looked at the partners confused.

"Deal?" Kelly questioned. 

"Come on..." Chloe sighed, walking past Kelly towards her desk, and sat down, taking her high heels off, and shrugging off the leather jacket, and pulling the mic out from her dress as Kelly pulled up a chair. 

"So what is going on?" Kelly questioned, resting his elbows against his knees, looking intently to Chloe. 

Chloe had dug out her cell phone from her jacket and unlocked the screen to show Kelly the texts she had received, "This came in this morning." Chloe commented handing the phone over to Kelly for him to see. Chloe watched as Kelly's eyes instantly narrowed, the sound of the Marylin Manson's song playing for a moment, and then watched as his hand turned white around the device, "I also got flowers this morning and this card." Chloe reached for the card on the desk and let him read the note. 

"This has got to be the same person who started calling me earlier." Kelly growled, reaching for his phone to show the number of calls from an unknown number, "I ended up blocking the number after the fifth call." Kelly stated. 

"Adam and I tried tracing the texts but it kept bouncing between towers within a twenty block radius." Chloe explained, "I told Adam that I would tell Hank about it once this case got closed." Chloe added. 

"So it's obviously someone I pissed off and is targeting you because of us." Kelly stated after a few moments of silence. 

"Any idea who it could be?" Chloe questioned as she leaned back in her chair. 

"I think it would be easier to make a list of who I haven't pissed off in my lifetime." Kelly tried to joke causing them both to let out small laughs. 

"Adam said that you needed to talk to me?" Hank Voight entered the room, noticing that Kelly Severide was still sitting there with Chloe, "Isn't it a little late for work visits?" Hank questioned approaching the desk causing Chloe to roll her eyes. 

"Actually, this involves him too." Chloe stated, grabbing her phone, "So this morning I got flowers with this card." Chloe handed the card to her father, "Then uh I got some texts from an unknown number. There was a photo of me and Kelly..." Chloe shifted uncomfortably, "being intimate, and then this creepy ass song..." Chloe opened her phone to play the song for a moment, "Then the same photo of me and Kelly, with a fire emoji over his face and then a big red X over it." Chloe sighed, "Then this was sent." Chloe handed the phone over, making sure that her father couldn't see the intimate photos, letting him read the final text that said Kelly was using her, that she needed to be saved. 

"Any idea who this could be?" Hank questioned handing the phone back to Chloe as he looked to Severide. 

"No idea." Kelly shook his head, "I started getting unknown calls and after the fifth one, I blocked the number." Kelly explained. 

"Adam and I tried tracing the texts but it bounced between several different towers in a twenty block radius." 

Hank handed the phone back to his daughter, crossed his arms over his chest after running a hand down his face, "Tomorrow we will start checking security cameras around your apartment, maybe we can catch something from the night of the fire." Hank spoke to Chloe and then turned his attention to Severide, "Can you get into the apartment to see what started the fire?" Hank questioned. Kelly gave a nod, knowing that the paperwork had been sent of OFI but had yet to get through because of being backed up, "I want you both to watch your backs until we figure out what we're dealing with." Hank added, "And Chloe, I don't want you alone at all." 

"Okay..." Chloe grumbled but knew that she needed to play it safe for right now, "We're gonna head out." Chloe added, "I'm getting a killer headache." 

Hank gave his daughter a nod and watched as she grabbed her things and headed out with Kelly Severide.

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The Daughter of a Righteous Man- Chapter 15

*SEQUEL TO THE LOOK IN HER EYES*

After her husband is drug to Hell, Ava Winchester and her brother in law Sam try their best to do right by Dean and raise her daughter, only to find that good intentions aren’t always enough. Loving someone isnt always enough.

Chapter Fifteen, The Witnesses

Sam

The news about angels had me flying high. We were never taught to be religious, but I couldn't deny the solace I found when I prayed. I always liked to think about a higher being. If there's a Hell I had to believe there was a Heaven, too. This news was earth shattering.

I took a swig from my beer, sitting across the high top from my brother. I missed him, and having a beer with him felt nice. Natural. Maybe things would fall back into the swing of things after all.

"Sammy I don't want to talk about angels or demons or anything other than how you've been. You've seemed a little in your head since I've been back."

"Sorry about that," I sighed. "It's just been kind of surreal."

"What have you been doing? Other than working. Do you have a girlfriend?"

He looked genuinely interested, and more than anything I wanted to talk to my big brother about Ava. I knew I couldn't. Not explicitly at least. "Not exactly."

"Not exactly? So there is someone! I knew it!"

I groaned and rolled my eyes.

"Tell me about her."

"There's not much to tell... it's over."

"Why?" Dean asked, taking a drink from his beer bottle.

"I don't think she feels the same way about me as I do her."

"And how is that?" Dean leaned forward eyeing me. "It's not just sex, is it? I can see it in your face. You're in love with her."

I shook my head. "No, but I was getting there." There was a knot in my stomach. "She was just... she had a way about her. The way she made me laugh, and called me on my shit. I can’t help it. When I'm with her I'm happy."

"You deserve to be happy, Sam," Dean said with a nod. "It's all I've ever wanted for you."

"It's just too complicated."

"You should fight for her, Sam. If she's what you want."

I eyed him. "Ava really changed you. Before her you would've been trying to get me laid to forget all about my problems."

"I'm a romantic now. So sue me." He took another swig.

"I'm glad. It's nice to see you have hope, to believe in something."

I should know all about that. She changed me, too.

"So what's her name? This mystery girl."

"Doesn't matter. It's never going to happen."

He groaned in annoyance. "Okay Fine. You can tell me when you're ready, but Sammy if she doesn't know how great you are then maybe she doesn't deserve you."

"She keeps saying that, too."

"But I don't deserve Ava, and she still takes me for what I am. That's love, man. Knowing you're flawed and they want you anyway. So maybe it's worth a shot." He shrugged. "Just sayin. I'll get us another round."

Ava

It had been five days since Dean had been back. We were getting into the swing of things, and other than the fact that I've avoided being alone with Sam, everything was surprisingly normal.

I'd called in the rest of the week to work, but it was Monday, and I was back.

Dean eagerly agreed to watch Nel. "I have nothing else going on. While we try to figure out what our life is, I will stay home with her."

"Back from the dead," Lacey said, waltzing up to my desk.

I wore tight black jeans and my black ankle boots, with a cream tank top under my leather jacket. "That's me," I said weakly.

"Was Sam totally freaked out about the shooting?"

The shooting. Shit I forgot. It felt like a lifetime ago. "No, actually, I didn't tell him."

Lacey sat on the edge of my desk. "And he didn't question your big bruise? I thought you two were in the can't-keep-your-Hands-to-yourself phase of the relationship?"

I rubbed my head and looked at her. "I actually have had a lot happen this weekend."

Lacey raised her eyebrows. "I think we need coffee."

"If not something stronger," I agreed.

We offered to pick up coffee for the station and made our way to the coffee shop. Thankfully Sioux Falls didn't have a lot of high crime, so it was a pretty slow Monday.

I ordered the biggest iced coffee they had and suckled the straw eagerly the moment I sat in the cushioned chair near the window.

"Okay, Winchester. Spill," Lacey said, sitting across from me.

She looked like she had sex hair, but I could tell that it was purposeful by the product smell coming from her. Lacey was trendy, and had an allure about her that I wished I had.

"You remember me telling you about Dean?"

"Tragically handsome husband killed in the war. Yeah, what about him?"

"Turns out he wasn't killed. He showed up at the house after work on Thursday."

Lacey started to cough, choking on her coffee. "What?!"

"That was kind of my reaction."

"How are you not flipping out?" She said once she stopped gasping for air.

"I called into work Friday. I was flipping out."

"Where was he? Was he a prisoner of war? How did he get back?" She was running a mile a minute, her eyes crazed as she tried to grasp the insanity that is my life.

"I haven't really asked.. it's all just been so fast. He finally got to meet Nel... And I don't know, we are taking one thing at a time."

"This is good, though! He is the one, right?" She gasped, and covered her mouth. "Oh my god, Sam."

"Bingo," I whispered into my straw. I caught myself chewing on it with a groan.

She leaned forward. "What're you going to do?"

I'd never had a girlfriend before. No one invested in me, and no one that I cared to share with. Lacey was my partner. She was kind and full of sass. I liked her. I wanted, then, to spill everything to her. I wanted to cry and drink wine and let myself crack open and bleed. "I don't know."

"How do you feel?"

"Confused," I sighed. "I love Dean. He is my soul mate. My husband. The father of my child."

"And then there's tall dark and handsome."

"Sam just... he snuck up on me. Ya know?"

"I do," Lacey said knowingly. "I've seen the way he looks at you. He loves you, kid."

"I know he does," I sighed. "And that makes everything so much more complicated."

"Maybe we should make a pro con list."

I laughed out loud, not trying to come off wrong. "Seriously?"

"Yeah. Which sexy brother will Ava end up with. Pro to both is that they're devilishly handsome."

I smiled widely. "Con for both, they're brothers."

"I have an idea," Lacey said, sitting up straighter.

"What?"

"Polygamy, sister. Just have them both."

Now I was the one choking on coffee. "Oh my god no!"

"Prude,” she scoffed. "Fine, back to the drawing board."

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We were out on patrols. Lacey was driving, still trying to get me to make a list of pros and cons. So far it evened out like this:

Sam

Pro- he is very tall, good with babies, abs, he makes me laugh, he can watch endless episodes of How I Met Your Mother without so much as a pee break (maybe he is a superhuman?)

Con- the long hair, he's a younger man, he likes podcasts, he is Dean's brother so if I pick him it'll be awkward.

Dean

Pro- also is tall (but not as tall), Nel's Dad, also has abs, first person I loved, gives me butterflies.

Con- he may have scars from war (mental), I finally moved on from him, he likes cowboys and while it's charming no one should own a bolo tie, let alone multiple.

These were her lists, not mine. My feet were on the dash in the squad car as I looked at the page. "They're pretty even, but I still don't think any of these are valid reasons to be with either of them."

"That's because we haven't even began to talk about the sex," Lacey said, glancing at me from under her sunglasses.

"Yeah, that's not happening."

"Come on, Ava, I'm dying to hear about it! Let me live vicariously through you."

"Not a chance." I laughed.

My phone rang, and I grabbed it out of my pocket. "Detective Winchester."

"I like the way that sounds," Dean said through the phone.

I grinned widely. "How'd you get my work number?"

"From Sammy. I thought it'd be easier to get ahold of you this way."

"Is everything okay?"

"Well, actually, not really. I just talked to Dad and apparently a lot of hunters are showin up dead. Like real bad, ripped apart, dead."

"Which one?" Lacey mouthed to me.

"Do they have any other connections?"

"No, but Ava, I'm worried. What's stopping whatever this is from coming after us? When can you get home?"

"Shit!" Lacey said, slamming on her breaks. My phone flew out of my hand, bouncing onto the dashboard, my knees slamming into my chest.

“Ow,” I groaned. "The fuck, Lace?"

I moved my legs down, to see why she stopped, and my blood ran cold. In the middle of the road stood Pastor Miles, the young man from my first case with Sam and Dean. His clothes were ripped, with large gashes on his skin. He had dark circles under his eyes. I recognized the gashes, I'd saw them on Dean.

Dean had told me, months later, that we didn't save him. I'd made peace with that, trying my best to save everyone we came into contact with after that. I knew he was dead, but yet there he was, standing in front of the squad car.

"Ava!" I could hear Dean screaming on the line, as the Pastor came closer he was frowning, deep wrinkles on his forehead as his eyebrows came together. He looked so much older than early twenties. His eyes were almost glowing red from the anger that was pulsing off of him.

"Dean! If you can hear me, I think we have a problem!" I looked to Lacey. "If you trust me then drive. Now!"

Lacey put the car in gear without questioning it and sped away.

"Go to my house!" I instructed.

"You owe me an explanation, Winchester." She hissed as she turned down the road toward my place.

What the hell is going on?

We pulled up to the house, and I jumped out of the car. My legs and chest were aching from the immediate stop. I groaned and jogged up to the house, pushing through the front door. "Hey," I said, panting.

"You're okay, thank god," Dean said, pulling me into his arms. I'm adding, gives good hugs to the pro column. "I heard all the screaming, and then the line went dead."

"I saw Pastor Miles," I said looking up at him.

"Shit."

The front door swung open again and Sam stood, his eyes wide in alarm. "Guys, we have a problem."

"No kidding," I said, still breathing heavily.

"I just saw Jess, but she wasn't Jess."

We looked between us. What the fuck? "Have a seat, I'll get us some coffee, and we will figure this out."

"Make mine Irish," Dean said with a grunt.

"By the way, uh, Dean this is Lacey," I said, almost forgetting she was there. "She is my partner at the precinct."

"I'm the husband,” he said, saluting her.

Laceys hand went to her chest in a very Victorian way. "Nice to meet you."

"Hey Lace can you meet me in the kitchen?"

"Sure." She shrugged, walking into the kitchen.

"You brought her here?" Sam hissed.

"She was in the car when we almost hit Pastor Miles!"

"What the fuck?" Sam asked, his voice quiet.

"Yeah, so I didn't really have time to think, and I came straight here. Should I ask her to go? He definitely saw her, and he didn't exactly look happy, Sam."

Dean looked to Sam and shrugged. "Ave, do you trust her?"

I glanced at the door to the kitchen. "I haven't known her long, but yeah, I do."

"Then catch her up."

"Okay."

I went into the kitchen, avoiding Sams stares, and started the coffee maker.

"So first of all, you downplayed how hot he is. He looks like a model. Like the kind that works on cars in the magazine pictures. All sweaty and greasy, but somehow still perfect."

I laughed and shook my head. She really hit the nail on the head. "Yeah, he is, isn't he?"

"Um, yeah!"

I poured her a cup of coffee.

"Seriously, though, what was all of that?" She asked as she blew the steam off her cup.

"You may want to sit down."

She raised her eyebrows, but didn't move. "Go on."

"Okay, this is going to sound crazy," I said with a sigh. "But Sam, Dean, and I... we hunt things. Monsters, ghosts, demons. They're real. That man in the road... he is a man I tried to save over a year ago, but he died."

Lacey looked down at her cup of coffee. "Are you fucking with me?"

"No." I stared at her waiting for her to laugh, or to run.

"Okay."

"Okay?" I asked, raising my eyebrows. "That's it?"

Lacey shrugged. "Yup. I believe you. Maybe you're crazy, but I figure if you aren't... then you can keep me from getting killed. One step at a time." She grinned. "Plus, you still need my help figuring out which Winchester you're going to be with."

I reached out and gave her hand a squeeze. "Thank you. Thank you for believing me."

Lacey shrugged and picked up her cup. "It's no thing. Come on, the handsome twins are waiting for us."

I poured two more cups of coffee, and added a shot of Jameson to Dean's before going back into the living room.

"So what do we think we are dealing with here?" I asked them, noticing Bobby had joined the group.

He was holding open a book, and looking intently at us. "It's the rise of the witnesses."

"Which means?"

Dean looked at me solemnly. "It means that we are epically screwed."

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