I wake up for work. "Please don't be late. Please don't be late." I repeat silently. Fuck. Its 9 am. I was supposed to be at the district a half hour ago. I grab my keys and practically get dressed in my car. I wore a regular shirt to bed anyway, so I just swapped my pyjama bottoms for high waisted jeans and threw on some hiker boots. I hopped into my jeep and drove as quick as I was allowed to, to the station. I got Antonio on my radio. "Hey Tonio. I'm running a little late, tell Voight ill be there between five or ten minutes."
"Which one is it five or ten?"
"Fifteen if you want your coffees."
"Your friend Connor brought them in for us."
"Oh. Did you thank him?"
"Obviously. He left you a note."
"Okay," I pasued, "You opened it didn't you?! You nosy little bastard!"
"Woah, woah, woah. No need for that language, Mc Neill. You could be a little nicer."
"And you could be a little less nosy."
"Five minutes."
"Seven."
"Six!"
"Deal." I disconnect and continue driving. I arrive in just about six minutes and run up the stairs. "Mc Neill!" Damn. Its Trudy. "Yes, Trudy?"
"Voight is downstairs getting ready for an undercover. He told me to tell you to go and look at the new information on the board and then join them. You have three minutes."
"Why does everyone have a timer of these things?"
I walk in and scan the board. An Asian man, five foot eleven, James Mingh. Last known siting, Millennium Park with an Asian child and a dog. Okay. I walk downstairs to where everyone was hooking up wires and stuff and go straight for my coat." Hey kid. Where were you?" Hank asks.
"I had to bring Ruzek home and I had to clean my house last night. Give me a break I'm knackered here!" I tell him.
"I told you. Get a cleaner in to clean. You don't have time as a detective. And even if you don't, you get Saturday off." Olinsky butts in.
"Okay so who is this?" I ask pointing to a black man. "This is Mark Jones. He used to be associated with James until he left for college. He is going to be trying to get James to admit to kidnapping."
"So why am I required for this? Erin and Burgess aren't here." Voight and Antonio share glances. "You are going undercover as a..." Antonio stops.
"A hooker? Hooker makes better sense at night."
"Hooker isn't a nice word to use for a prostitute." Antonio laughs.
"That's the word we used in Ireland."
"You aren't in Ireland. You are in Chicago. In Illinois. America." Ruzek laughs. "Okay. Okay. So do I just say that I was there last night with him and he is bringing me home or what?" I ask. "That sounds like a good cover up." Adam chirps. "Let's go with that."
"Right sure. Let's move!"
I walk over to the guy I was going undercover with. "Hey. So you knew the culprit?" He nods in response. "Were you two close?"
"Fairly close. I went over to his house maybe twice a week because we did football together. He wasn't like this when I knew him." he said. "Could I ask a question detective?"
"Yeah sure. Go for it." I reply.
"Why did you move here? You sound Irish or something like that."
"I would rather not answer that grafically but I found better opportunities here. So I moved."
"Whereabouts are you from?"
"Cavan. Why?"
"My father moved from Nigeria to Sligo. He is a post man now. He likes it better."
"That's good to know. So you know what to say right?" I ask.
"Yup."
"Okay let's go." I rush over to my locker and get some..... Explicit clothes to wear. I wasn't going to wear something with too much skin showing so I wore casual. I suggested me saying I was illegally doing this. I don't know how prostitution works okay?! I just went with it.
We arrive in Millennium Park and we see James on a park bench with an Asian child about six. The child was kicking a ball but kept looking around as if he was silently asking for help. I hooked arms with Mark and stride over. "Hey James. Is that you?"
"Mark! Man you've grown. You look more mature now!"
"I'm not a kid anymore, you know? I've got a job in New York."
"So what are you doing here? And who is this?" he asks pointing to me. "I'm here for business. Thought I might have some fun while I'm here." He says nodding to my direction. James just smirks. "Yeah I get you man. What are you?"
"I work in the Empire Estate building. Great view. Who's the kid?"
"Um... I found him." he stutters. "I was walking around and he was looking for his parents so I figured I'd wait with him, til his parents come round." Mark nods and I tighten my grip. I was getting angry and impatient.
"I like a guy that's good with kids." I butt in. He looks over at me smirking. "Oh i bet you do." Ugh. He makes me sick. "Do you have any kids?" I ask fluttering my eyelashes. "I have three back at the house. Christina, my friend helps me take care of em."
"Oh so you are single?" I ask smiling.
"Yeah. Who's asking?"
"Me."
"Well maybe I could take you home with me."
I agree and leave Mark. I am about to get in the car when my phone rings. "Oh sorry baby, I have to take this. Its important." he slaps the steering wheel and inhales. "Okay. Okay. Just hurry." I get out and answer. "Antonio, follow to my location."
"Are you insane?! Hank is losing his mind over the stupid move you are pulling. Tell him you need to leave!" I contemplate it for a few seconds before answering. "You'll thank me later. I'm going. Follow if you want." and I just hang up.
I put the phone back into my bag and get in the car. "We ready to go or not?" he smirks and starts driving. I look over to see Antonio and Voight in the car following us, but not too suspicious. We drive for ten minutes before entering a bad part of chicago. I start to regret my decision but hey, we need to find the kids." Alright we're here. You coming?" he asks. I nod as he opens my door. Four floors up in the second apartment. The image scarred me for life. Two little boys are on the floor, passed out. A black teenaged girl was crying and bleeding pretty bad. Another Asian girl (I assume this was Christina)was tied to a bed bleeding from the bottom part of her body. Vaginal tearing I'd say. She was out cold, but she was breathing.
I felt like running but before I could he grabbed my hair. "So honey, you gonna go snitching to the cops?"
"N-no. I'm here for you and only you." he smirked and threw me onto the bed. I prayed Hank and Antonio bust the door down at that exact moment. They didn't. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Shit. I'm screwed. Why didn't I listen to Antonio. He left for a while. I turn to see the woman. She was awake." Go while you still can."
"Relax I'm a cop." I say showing her my badge from my bag. "Help me. Please! I'm his sister and he- he's been raping me! Please just help me! Don't let him take me again please!" she starts crying. I hush her and hear him coming. I look back to her and she's gone back to her sleeping act. I lie down seductively and look him up and down." You want this? "he asks.
" Uh huh. Gimme gimme." I say drawing him in with my finger. "Wait, you get yourself ready while I get spruced up. My makeup is a mess."
"It's gonna be a mess anyway baby." he sound aggrivated. "Yeah but I want you to ruin it babe." I say. I hate calling him that. I get up with my bag to the bathroom. I press my alert button on the phone and two seconds later, Antonio and Hank bust through the door. I grba my gun and leave the bathroom.
"Where is he?!" Hank shouts.
"Back room!" I shout back. Hank runs ahead and Antonio comes to my side. "Are you okay? Need anything?" he asks. "No but there is a girl there. She has been raped and she's his sister." we follow Hank and enter the room pointing our guns at James. He has a pocket knife pushed to Christina's neck. "Drop it! Christina are you okay?" I ask. "Help me! Please! Dear God please!"
"It's okay. Its okay. You're gonna be okay. I promise!" We tried negotiating. He wouldn't listen. "Let her go!" Hank demands. "James please! For your sister! She never asked for this!" I plead. He let's her go and he gets shot. Through the window. "Did you order Jay to kill him by a sniper?!" I shout. Hank shakes his head and runs to the window. Someone stood on the other building before turning and running away.
"10.1! This is Detective Mc Neill! Role an ambulance to my location! Hurry! He's losing a lot of blood!"
"Put it down!" I hear Antonio scream. I turn and see Christina with the knife. Antonio must have thought she was going to attack someone but no. She slit her throat. "10.1! Change that order, send multiple ambulances to my location immediately! We have two victims, a suicide victim and a gunshot victim, with three minors in the living room!" I shout going over to Christina. That's four possible deaths in two days. Maybe it's a sadist cult. I don't know. I just want a better tomorrow.....