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Makeshift Bandage

Jay is driving home from work when he sees the car off the road. Radioing in the accident and requesting a bus, he pulls in next to it.

“Hey.” he calls out as he jumps out of the truck and jogs over to the vehicle. “Is anyone in there?”

A woman crawls out of the driver’s seat with her hand pressed against her bleeding forehead.

“There was a dog.” she whimpers. “I swerved but I …”

“It’s okay.” he soothes. “Is anyone else hurt?”

“No.” she says, shaking her head. “It’s just me.”

“Okay.” she agrees. “I’ve got an ambulance on the way to check you out. Is there anyone I can call for you?”

Something changes on her face and he slows his approach.

“No.” she says, shaking her head. “He’s already here.”

He hears movement behind him and starts to turn. A tree branch collides with his temple and he drops to his knees, stunned.

“Wh-what are you doing?” he asks, hands going for his weapon.

“We needed a new car, Officer.” the woman says. “It’s nothing personal.”

Then the branch is coming down over his head again.

The first thing he notices when he wakes up is the uncomfortable feeling of pleather sticking to his face as he shifts.

This is why he’s hated falling asleep in cars since he was a kid. No matter the material, the seats always feel shitty under his skin.

He tries to sit up, peeling his face painfully from the seat. But movement is hard, inhibited by the way his hands a secured behind him.

He pulls against the cool metal, hearing the clinking of handcuffs.

He didn’t just fall asleep in his truck. Something… the accident.

“Officer Halstead is waking up, babe.” a man’s voice says from the front seat.

“Detective.” he corrects absently.

“Shut up.” the woman from earlier snaps.

“I was trying to help you.” he growls.

“We didn’t need your help.” the man says, twisting in his seat to look at him. “Just your car.”

“And you drug me along because…?” Jay asks.

A carjacking is one thing but abducting a police officer is another entirely.

“We’re in a little bit of trouble.” the woman says, glancing over the seat at him with a flirty smile. “Police are closing in which is why we were leaving the county when we… well, I told you the truth about the dog.”

“Rose figured it might be best if we had a little insurance until we get to the state line.” the man says.

That’s a four hour drive.

“And if I’m lucky.” Rose says, winking at Jay. “By the time we get there I can convince Trevor to let me have just a little more fun before we cut you loose.”

Jay can barely suppress a shudder.

“Unless they’re already following you,” he starts, glancing out the back windshield. “Which they aren’t, taking me with you can only cause you more risk of getting caught.”

Trevor looks back at him, his face thoughtful.

“Sounds like a lot of risk so that your girlfriend can have fun with someone that isn’t you.” Jay pushes.

He’s thrown against the door as Rose swerves off the road and slams on the brakes.

“I told you to shut up.” she snaps over the seat. “Trevor, help me hold him down.”

“Maybe he’s right.” Trevor says, even as he climbs out of the truck. “Maybe we should dump him here.”

Rose gets out of the truck and walks around to meet him by the passenger door.

“I told you I’d make it worth your while, didn’t I?” she coos, pressing him up against the truck. “That I’d make it as good for you as it is for me.”

Trevor shakes his head but even from behind through a window Jay can tell that he’s wavering. He works his way toward the other side of the truck.

Maybe he can get out on the other side while they’re distracted and make a run for it.

“Please.” Rose is saying as he reaches the door, lifting his restrained hands in search of the door release. “For me baby?”

He finds the release and pushes the door open.

“Hey!” Rose shouts as he stumbles out of the truck. “Get back here!”

He doesn’t, directing his footsteps in the direction they’d come from. A blast rings out and fire burns it’s way through his lower leg. He stumbles and then falls, sliding on his stomach across the pavement.

He rolls to his back as footsteps race toward him, watching as Rose approaches with his service weapon in hand.

“You try that again and the next bullet goes somewhere other than your leg.” she snarls.

“Just let me go.” he begs.

“No way.” she says, shaking her head and crouching down. “Trevor doesn’t know it yet but we’re going to be keeping you around for a long time.”

“Rose.” Trevor calls from back toward the truck. “I can’t find a kit.”

“What kind of cop doesn’t have a first aid kit in his truck?” she asks him.

“It’s in-” he starts but she slaps her hand over his mouth and presses his gun under his jaw.

“I don’t care.” she says, shaking her head. “And I told you it was time for you to shut up. Trevor! Get over here.”

Her boyfriend jogs over.

“What are we going to do?” he asks. “We need to bandage his leg.”

“He’ll be okay for a minute.” she dismisses. “I want to shut him up first. Sick of the sound of his voice, of him trying to turn you against me.”

“You know you’re my number one girl.” Trevor says. “He can’t convince me not to listen to you.”

“I know.” she says, smiling at him. “But I don’t want to listen to him trying anymore.”

“I found this while I was looking for a kit.” Trevor offers, holding up a flannel shirt that he keeps in the back of the truck.

“Tear it up.” she says. “And rip his shirt off. We’ll gag him and then use the rest to bandage his leg.”

Trevor nods, ripping his t-shirt open from the collar. Jay can’t move, can’t fight as it’s stripped away from him.

Scraps of his t-shirt are forced into his mouth and tied into place using strips of the flannel.

Then Trevor is placing folding scraps of t-shirt on either side of his leg and then wrapping the flannel around his leg. He tightens it painfully into place and Jay groans at the degree of pressure applied to his wound.

“Get up.” Rose snarls, grabbing his arm.

With Trevor’s help, he manages to struggle to his feet, limping back toward his truck.

As they reach the open back door, the sound of a car engine reaches his ears and he looks up to see a red sedan rounding a corner and driving toward them.

Jay steps back into Trevor, throwing his head back into the man’s face in an attempt to get the driver’s attention.

Then Rose is there, pressing the gun against the back of his head and the car screeches to a halt.

The woman behind the wheel is staring at them with wide eyes, talking on her phone and Jay takes some comfort from the knowledge that the police will be aware of the situation soon.

And then shots are firing past his head, shattering the windshield of the red car. He hears the woman scream and throws himself back into Rose.

Her distraction gives the woman long enough to throw her car into reverse and speed out of range.

Rose shoves him into the backseat of his truck and then slams the door.

He feels the truck jolt into motion and slides forward legs falling off the seat.

“Rose, this is crazy.” Trevor says. “She called the cops. They’re going to find us.”

Probably sooner than he thinks. After his request for an ambulance and then arriving to an abandoned wreck they would be searching the area. And being unable to reach the reporting detective would have increased worry levels.

All of which meaning that police officers should have been close when the woman’s 911 call had come in.

Sure enough, he heard sirens just a moment later.

The cavalry has arrived.

Voight hadn’t woken up this morning intending to be involved in a pursuit. It isn’t something that Intelligence typically participates in.

But when it’s his Detective’s truck, almost certainly with Jay being held hostage, he isn’t about to not show up.

The woman who’d called in the last sighting had reported that the two hijackers, in addition to having a gun that they’d fired at her, we’re holding a man hostage. She’d held that the man was restrained, gagged and had blood soaking into the leg of his pants.

But he’d also still been fighting back, even with a gun to his head.

He should order Jay to wait for backup before stopping to help people.

He pulls in behind the other cars at the roadblock that’s being set up, getting out and approaching Sergeant King.

“Hank.” the man greets, looking up from his maps. “Your boy Halstead is in trouble again, huh?”

“Guess that’s what he gets for stopping to mark sure the driver in a single car accident is okay.” Voight retorts.

“Records came back on the car he stopped at.” King replies. “Stolen at a bank robbery this afternoon. We don’t have a positive ID on the robbers yet but robbery homicide has been looking at Trevor Frampton, twenty, and his girlfriend, Rose Lewis, nineteen.”

“They’re driving away from a robbery where they almost got caught and had to steal a car.” Voight fills in. “Panicking, not paying attention and run off the road. Someone stops to help and they decide to steal another car only this time, they take the driver with them in case they need a hostage.”

“Looks like it.” King agrees as the large truck comes around a curve. “Here we go.”

The truck skids to a stop short of the barricade and Voight eyes up the young man behind the wheel. He’s just a kid.

A kid who’s hurt his kid.

The door swings open.

“My partner is in the back with your guy, Halstead.” he shouts. “She will shoot him if you don’t let us through.”

“Mr. Frampton.” King calls out. “Don’t make this any worse than it already is. Surrender now and let Detective Halstead go.”

“I can’t do that.” Trevor calls back after delay. “We never meant for this to happen. I just needed money.”

“We understand that.” King says. “Things just got out of hand. But at some point, you have to do something to get them back under control. And that starts with letting Detective Halstead go.”

Trevor turns into the backseat, arguing with someone and Voight steps up next to King.

“You getting the vibe that Rose is the one calling the shots here?” he asks quietly.

“All the footage of the robberies does suggest that the female is the one calling the shots.” King agrees.

“What do you wanna bet he “needed” the money cause his girlfriend wanted nice things?” Voight asks.

“Reasonable conclusion.” King agrees. “Means we might be able to turn him against her. He’s in over his head and this isn’t what he planned for.”

“This is crazy!” Trevor shouts finally and King picks up the megaphone.

“Trevor you don’t have to this.” he calls. “Step out of the truck with your hands up. This can all be over.”

“I can’t just leave her here.” Trevor sobs.

“She got you into this mess, didn’t she?” King asks.

“She asked me to help her.” Trevor says, shaking his head. “And I had to do it.”

“Because you love her.” King concludes. “But Trevor, this isn’t love.”

“She loves me.” he shouts.

The backdoor of the truck swings open and Jay stumbles out with a gun to his head. Rose Lewis is 5’5” and maybe 100 lbs and looks completely incapable of taking an experienced detective hostage.

Without the help of her boyfriend and the fact that Jay had seen a victim needing help, she never would have managed it.

“He’s a wimp.” she snarls. “I kept him around because he was useful but he’s been one breath away from chickening out since we picked Halstead up.”

“Rose?” Trevor calls.

“Shut up.” she snarls, dragging Jay back behind the truck.

He’s limping heavily, and Voight growls.

Trevor stumbles out of the truck, staring after his ex? girlfriend.

“Trevor.” King calls. “Walk toward us.”

“Rose!” the kid cries. “Rose please.”

“Fuck off, Trevor!” the girl shouts.

“Trevor.” King calls. “Let her go. Come this way.”

Trevor gives up, stumbling toward the barricade where he’s pulled across by a police officer who cuffs and searches him before tucking him in the back of a patrol car.

“Rose.” King calls. “You need to let Detective Halstead go. If you stop this now, we can help you. We can work something out.”

“Nothing can work this out.” Rose screams. “I had everything! I had a boyfriend who would do anything to make me happy. And then I picked up this sexy police officer and I was going to have such a good time with him. And now everything is ruined.”

“But we can make it better.” King says. “You’re young. If you stop this now, this will go a lot better for you.”

“I don’t -” Rose cuts off with a yelp as she falls out from behind the car.

The gun goes off as she hits the ground and then a jean clad leg is darting out from behind the truck to kick the gun out of her hand.

King’s team rushes forward, securing Rose. Voight bypasses them to get to Jay.

The leg he’d kicked rose with is still outstretched as he leans against the back of the truck, eyes closed as he tries to tuck his injured leg up against his chest.

He’s breathing hard, labored breaths obstructed by the gag.

Voight is quick to untie the flannel strips holding it in place, pulling the cloth from his mouth.

“Just breathe, kid.” he encourages. “We’ll have paramedics over here in a minute. You hurt anywhere other than your leg?”

“Head hurts.” Jay breathes. “Trevor got me from behind as I approached the car. She said she was alone; acted like a scared kid who’d swerved to avoid a dog.”

“You were just trying to help.” Voight agrees. “And you did. Trevor is going to get a good deal, get the help he needs. And so are you, here’s the paramedics now.”

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