He Saved Me
He Saved Me
Author: Twi-Ranger/Words: 936/Chapters: (1/5)Disclaimer: I don't own Chicago PD, but I wish I did.Warnings: Rape, abuse, attempt suicide, parental neglect, drug use, underage drinking./Author's Note #1: The show is awesome. I love Sophia Bush, and thank god I follow her on Twitter or else I wouldn't have known of the show. When Glee is done, this will be my new obsession. So I like the relationship between Lindsey and Vought. I don't ship them, but it seems like a father-daughter, or Lindsey is Vought's protégé. So this is my version of how he saved her. It's going to be similar to my other stories. Just know I've never seen Chicago Fire.
Updated: January 19, 2014
"How many times do I have to say it, Vought saved me," Erin Lindsay said for the umpteenth time. She was starting to be annoyed of the question. She knew Hank Vought was different with her. She knew they were curious, but she was tired of the questions. It was always about their history.
They had just rescued Diego Dawson, and had Julie Willhite's memorial. Couldn't they have had just left it alone, just for a little while. Her last conversation with Julie was about her relationship with Vought. All she could think about was holding Julie's hand in the ambulance, seeing her friend dying right in front of her.
She took a deep breath, as she frowned at her teammates. Kyle Ruzak was interested in the relationship between their leader and the remaining CI female.
Lindsay groaned, as she sat on her desk and looked threw papers involving the Columbian Drug Gangs. Antonio Dawson raised his hands, not wanting to bother her, but wanting to know their history. Jay Halstead sat down on his seat and secretly watched her.
They wanted to know about the history. Halstead had seen her file, he knew about the drugs, theft, assaults, he wanted to know why, and who Erin Lindsay was before she was "saved".
"He saved me," Lindsay whispered, as she stared at the words in front of her. She saw the words, but her mind wasn't on them. Her mind was on that day, thirteen years ago.
She was running. She had bread in her hand as she ran down the alley, with men shouting behind her. The men were telling her to go back and return the bread. They were telling her that she was a theft.
She needed the food, the bread. She hated her life, what her life had become. She was just a child. She shouldn't have been stealing food for her family, her mother. Her parents were suppose to be putting food on the table. That was how it was suppose to be, but her deadbeat father left her family, and her mother was a drunk.
Now getting food on the table was her job. She had tried getting a job, but no one wanted to hire her. She knew she didn't have a good reputation. She knew people didn't like her, but she had to do what she could to get food on the table, to make sure her mother could eat.
She couldn't hear the men anymore. She was breathing deeply. Her lungs felt like they were on fire. She was so tired. She was far away, from the bakery that she stole the bread from. She didn't remember the name, but she knew she couldn't return the area.
She fell down, when she bumped into someone. She snatched the bread back and stands up. There is a man standing in front of her, his arms crossed, and his eyes brow raised.
"I-I'm sorry," she muttered as she ran away from him. She felt him watching her. She ran home.
Lindsay looked up and saw Vought staring at her. She gave him a small smile and looked at her work. Her teammates didn't know how much she owed Vought. How he gave her a new life, a new beginning, made her the woman she was today.
She looked up and saw everyone getting ready to go home. She stood up and got her things together. Not much had happened that day. People assumed their lives were always adventures, but there were slow days, and this was one of them.
Vought was watching her. He always watched her. She was like a daughter he never had. She was his responsibility. He promised himself to always keep an eye on her. He had to make sure she was safe, okay, healthy. In his squad, she came first.
He remembered meeting her, seeing her scared face. He felt a connection to her. He couldn't let her relapse. He knew she was in a lot of stress from Diego's kidnapping, Julie's death, and being at gunpoint. He knew it was affecting her even if she wasn't showing it. He knew Halstead, Dawson, and Ruzak wanted to know about their history, but Vought knew it wasn't his story to tell, it was never his story to tell. It was hers, and he was just a part of it.
"Bye Kiddo," he said, as he watched her leave the office.
Lindsay smiled back at him. She quietly told him, "bye". And left. He knew what was on her mind. It was on his mind as well.
Vought had been on his way to buy breakfast. He was going to buy bread. He was looking at his phone for new information on the case they were dealing with. He felt a thump on his body when a girl bumped into him. He watched her stand up and hug the piece of bread her had on him.
She moved away from him and ran away. He watched her run, taking note on her appearance.
She seemed to be fifteen or sixteen years old, he didn't know. Her clothes seemed to clung off her body, her lips had been chapped, her hair didn't have its shine, and her eyes seemed dim. He didn't know her, anything about her. But he couldn't let the kid live like that.
He continued to walk to the Dawson Family Bakery. He wanted to find out about the girl, to help her.
He saved her, and it was something he would never regret.
The chapter is short. So I hope you guys like. Review?
Coming up in Chapter Two: He Met Me
Vought talks to Lindsay, past and present. Dawson learns about Lindsay's history with the bakery. Learn a little more about Lindsay history, with her mother.