Jay's Pov:

"y/n!y/n!" I tried dialing her number over and over again but the call wouldn't go through. I rushed out of the break room.

"Halstead what's wrong?" Hank stopped me.

"y/n she's in danger, Sarge I gotta go." I felt my voice breaking.

"Do what you gotta do, we'll run her phone see if we can ping her." Hank assured me.

I nodded before running out. I got in the car and drove straight to the firehouse. I walked in and saw everyone was gathered in the kitchen.

"Are you sure that's what that means? I mean Pouch is a dog." I heard Mouch speaking.

"Is y/n here?" I interrupted their conversation.

Everyone turned to look at me and I could tell they were concerned. "Jay, she made us all promise not to tell you where-" Gabby started.

"She called me in the highway to Florida, she said she was being followed before the call was cut off."

They all turned to face each other. "Jay I told her to use the word Pouch if she was ever in any danger, she called me and all I could hear was Pouch over and over again before the call was cut off too." Shay told me.

I was having a hard time breathing. I felt my phone buzz. It was Hank. "Jay, some cops found her car rolled off the side of the highway, no sign of y/n. The only thing in there was her phone, no other prints either."

I felt my breath taken out of me. I felt sick. I hung up. "This is my fault." I whispered.

"Jay what are you talking about?" Gabby approached me placing a hand on my shoulder.

I quickly explained to everyone what Hank told me, what was and had been happening, how this guy had contacted me. That this was probably the guy who took her. Who had her right now.

"I have to go back to the district, there has to be something." I was trying to contain my tears.

"Jay, you said she first noticed she was followed at the gorcery store?" Kelly asked me.

"Yeah."

"Why don't you check the survaillance footage from the store? Maybe you can I.D. this guy?" Kelly suggested.

I quickly picked up my phone to call Hank and tell him about Kelly's idea. "I have to go guys, please call me if you hear from her."

"We'll call anyone we know, try to get as many people to help." Boden told me before I ran out the door.

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Y/n Pov:

I woke up with an unbearable head ache. Slowly I opened my eyes and realized I was locked in some sort of metal room. I started moving and felt my whole body was sore but I couldn't remember why. I lifted my shirt and noticed huge bruises all over my stomach. I touched my head and felt blood oozing out of it.

I looked around noticing that this place was made to look like a makeshift bedroom with pictures hung around, except all the pictures were of me and my friends, pictures taken from a distance. I kept looking around and noticed a cupboard filled with clothes that had been stolen from me.

I then heard the heavy door open. "Hello, y/n." I could only see the back of this man's head but I recognized him.

"Who are you? And what the hell do you want from me?" I tried to show no fear in my voice.

"I don't want anything from you, my love, I just want you." He turned around wearing a terrifying smile.

"I want nothing to do with you, let me go! Or they'll find you, my friends they'll all find you and they won't let you get away with this," I shouted at him.

"THEY KNOW NOTHING! YOU'RE STAYING HERE WITH ME!" He yelled back as he charged towards me.

"Don't touch me you disgusting piece of sh*t." I kicked my leg at him.

I could tell I had hit a nerve. "YOU WILL WANT ME!" He started yelling nonsense. He grabbed a knife from his back pocket and started flailing it around before pointing it at my neck. "you will learn to love me" He whispered in my face.

I spat in his face. "Never," I whispered back

I saw him lift his fist before throwing a blow to my stomach, he then raised his palm up in the air and slapped me across the face. I blacked out once again.

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Jay's Pov:

It took a while but we managed to I.D him. Damien Bates, 40-year-old guy, priors for sexual assault, harassment, assault with a deadly weapon, he had a type, all the girls he'd attacked fit similar descriptions. There was something that stood out though, the lawyer who helped him get a shorter sentence for his crimes had a significant resemblance to y/n.

We called the lawyer, she told us that she had filed a restraining order against this guy because of harassment. He had called, followed her, stalked her for a long time. Leaving her love letters and stealing her belongings, she was forced to move because of him.

Finally, after what felt like forever we were able to get a location on the guy.

"Send me the location Mouse," I told him as I rushed out of the district.

"Jay!" I heard Hank try to stop me.

I drove as fast as I could to the location, the rest of the team following close behind. We were there, I started looking around for any signs of them when I saw him. Crossing the street with bags in his hands.

I got out of the car and charged towards him. "WHERE IS SHE?" I screamed at him.

He turned around to face me. A smirk grew on his face. "I don't know what you're talking about."

I threw a punch across his face. "You son of a b*tch, where the hell is she!" I screamed again but this time Alvin stood in front of me and pushed me away.