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In the Echoes of Silence A Quest for Redemption	By : Erinlindsay97 Category: Stargate: SG-1 > Crossovers Views: 42 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Chicago PD or it's characters, just the plot and my OCS.

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Trigger Warning; rape, drugs, blood!

( Antonio's P.O.V)
We followed Voight, Jay, and Al into Erin's apartment when we found the door unlocked, much to our surprise. Frowning, I scanned the room for any sign of Erin, but her car's absence from its usual spot told me she wasn't home.
"Did she just run an errand?" Jay suggested. "Maybe she forgot to lock the door." I wanted to believe him, but we knew Erin well enough to know that she wouldn't leave her door unlocked without reason.
I headed towards the kitchen while Voight and Al searched the bathroom and bedroom. My eyes scanned the surroundings for a note or clue that could shed light on Erin's whereabouts.
"Hey, look," Jay's voice interrupted my thoughts, drawing my attention away from a photo of Erin and Nadia. "What is it?" I asked, approaching the detective. He held out a small piece of paper.
Jay handed me the note, saying, "It says it's for you." I opened it to read, my eyes furrowed as I deciphered Erin's uncharacteristically messy handwriting. She must have been in a rush.
"What does it say?" Jay asked, trying to read over my shoulder, but I shielded the note. "Something about calling Justin." I was puzzled, unsure why she would want me to contact her boyfriend. Perhaps she was with him.
Voight and Al entered the kitchen. "What's that?" Voight inquired, noticing the note in my hand.
"A note from Erin," I replied. "She told us to call Justin."
"Did she say why?" Al asked, perplexed.
"No, but I think she's trying to convey something," Jay said. As Erin's former partner, he understood her well.
Voight nodded and called his son. I waited anxiously for a response. Tension filled the room, escalating when Justin's phone went straight to voicemail.
Swallowing my concern, I was about to suggest that Voight try again when a knock interrupted us. I approached the door, but Jay's voice stopped me. "Wait," he said, his gaze fixed on the entrance. "Who would come here while Erin's away?"
Jay's question made sense, and Al added, "It could be her neighbor or someone delivering a package. Erin often orders things when she's working late."
Nodding in agreement, I reached for the door and cautiously opened it. The sound of the knock had ceased, and I stepped out to investigate. However, I found no one in sight.
"Anyone there?" my boyfriend called from behind me. I shook my head in response.
My gaze fell on a small package by the door. I crouched to retrieve it.
As I closed the door with the package in hand, the others approached. "What's that?" Voight inquired.
I shrugged. "I don't know," I replied, tearing open the package. Curiosity compelled me, though I planned to apologize to Erin later for opening her mail.
Inside, I found a flash drive. Jay's eyes widened in horror as we examined it. "A flash drive?" Al asked, perplexed.
I nodded, turning it over to reveal a sticky note. "Watch it, and I am sure you'll enjoy it," it read.
"Let's head back to the district and see what's on that drive," Voight suggested.
I nodded, slipped the drive into the package, and secured it in my jacket. As we left the apartment, my mind raced with questions: "What the hell is going on?"
( Justin's P.O.V)
Bound to the chair, I couldn't help but fret as Erin strained against the cuffs tethering her wrists to the bed frame. Henley had departed hours ago with the computer, promising his return.
"Erin?" I uttered softly, seeking her attention. Guilt washed over me for her plight, which I had been powerless to prevent. Henley's brutal actions replayed in my mind, a tormenting flicker of images.
As she turned her head, her eyes held a distant gaze. "Are you alright?" I asked, worried for her well-being. Her response came in a hushed whisper, marred by the forced moans she had endured during Henley's assault.
"I... I'm not sure," she replied, her voice faint. "I think so." A wave of remorse washed over me. "I'm so sorry," I murmured, unable to bear the sight of her pain. The thought of what had been done to her made me shudder with self-disgust.
Erin's chest bore the bloody mark of Henley's bite, while her lip swelled from his cruel backhands. Witnessing her defiance despite her injuries gave me a glimmer of hope.
However, Henley's threats against my life silenced Erin's resistance, leaving her helpless and reduced to tears and unwanted moans.
"Why do you apologize?" Erin asked, confused.
"Because I'm unable to shield you from this torture," I admitted, my voice choked with emotion. "I can't prevent him from violating you again." Tears streamed down my face.
Erin shook her head solemnly. "It's not your fault. I should have anticipated his cruelty," she murmured, closing her eyes. "What do you mean?" I asked, baffled by her apparent foreknowledge.
"I should've known," she said. "I knew Henley was released a week ago." I frowned. "Why did you hide it from me?" I was hurt that Erin still lacked trust in me.
Erin shook her head, a whimper escaping her. "I didn't want to worry you. I asked Hank about Henley when I reached the station." She whispered, making me look shocked.
I struggled to believe my father would conceal such a thing, especially given our shared concern for Erin. I opened my mouth to question her certainty, but the door swung open.
( Erin's P.O.V)
As I awaited Justin's reply, the door cut short his words, leaving me frozen. To my horror, Henley entered the room, carrying a bag containing what appeared to be cocaine.
"Missed me?" he smirked, approaching the dresser. I glanced at Justin, who seethed with rage. I wouldn't intervene, even if the violence to come was not something I wished to witness.
Silence hung heavy as I turned my attention back to Henley, who approached the bed. "No response?" he inquired, shaking his head mockingly. "How rude!"
He struck me hard across the face, but I remained unresponsive, my gaze fixed on the substance in his hand.
"Curious, aren't you?" Henley taunted, extracting the white powder from the bag. "It's a little something you'll love," he smirked.
I glared at him. "Get that stuff away from me!" I shouted, my voice shaking with fear and determination. I didn't want him to force that vile substance down my throat. I had learned my lesson long ago. Coke had ruined my life as a kid, and I refused to go down that road again.
A sharp pain shot through my chin as Henley gripped it tightly. "You have no choice!" he sneered, his voice laced with venom. He raised his hand, the white powder clutched in his fingers, ready to pour it down my throat.
"Stop!" I heard Justin's voice, sharp and urgent. Henley's hand froze, hovering above my mouth.
Seizing my chance, I shifted my leg, finding it untied. With a surge of adrenaline, I kicked Henley hard in the back, sending him crashing to the ground. The coke powder spilled onto my face, burning my eyes.
I coughed and spat, trying to expel the vile substance. "Dammit," I muttered, cursing my impulsiveness. But despite the pain, I felt a sense of triumph. I had fought back, and I had won.
"Erin?" Justin's worried tone held a hint of pride. I turned to face him and offered a weak smile. "I'm alright," I whispered.
Justin opened his mouth to reply, but Henley interrupted. "You'll pay for that, you little bitch!" he sneered, rising from the ground and rubbing his back. I bit my lip as he approached Justin.
"No! Stop!" I shouted. It wasn't Justin who had kicked him. I regretted my actions now.
"I don't think so, babe," Henley hissed.
Henley reached Justin, who glared at him. "I need to teach you a lesson for kicking me, Erin," Henley said, turning to look at me. "And I told you, fight me, and I'll hurt Justin." He pulled a knife from his pocket.
"Henley, please don't!" I pleaded, fearing he would harm Justin because of my mistake.
"A little late for that!" Henley exclaimed. "Don't worry, you'll get your punishment after I'm finished here."
Shaking my head, I looked at Henley. "I'm sorry, please don't," I begged. A scream escaped my lips as I watched Henley plunge the knife into Justin's shoulder where the gunshot wound was.
My heart shattered as I heard Justin's pained cry. Henley turned the blade around. "This is what happens," he said, twisting it deeper.
"Stop, please! I'll take the coke, just stop hurting Justin!" I screamed at Henley, pleading with him to remove the knife. My heart swelled with hope when he looked at me.
To my relief, Henley walked away from Justin, leaving the knife in his shoulder. "As long as you're sure about it," he said before returning to sit beside me.
"But I'll leave the knife in his shoulder just in case," Henley added. I frowned but held back any protest, not wanting to risk Justin's safety.
Ignoring Justin's pleas, I nodded, determined to keep him safe. I hoped he'd understand my intentions: to prevent him from retrieving the knife in his shoulder and cutting his ropes.
"Well done," Henley smirked, confident in my submission. "Once you do this, we'll play again." He laughed at my horror. "Don't give me that look, darling." Henley forced the cocaine powder into my mouth.
"You had fun last time. This time, we'll try a different position!" Henley exclaimed. I glared silently, hiding my true feelings. I had not enjoyed his assault and had only feigned pleasure to protect Justin.
As Henley watched me consume the drug, I fought back a cough as the dry powder burned my throat without the relief of water.
"Good girl," Henley chuckled as my vision blurred from the cocaine taking effect. It would have come on more gradually had I not accidentally inhaled some on my first hit.
A groan escaped me as Henley forced me onto my stomach, undoing my cuffs only to fasten them tighter. I clenched my teeth as he compelled me to kneel, tears threatening to spill over as I watched him disrobe.
My exposed body made it effortless for Henley to do as he pleased. I stole a glance at Justin, whose gaze met mine. He longed to intervene, but his injured shoulder prevented him.
Shaking my head at him, I bit my lip as warmth spread between my legs. "Ready?" Henley teased, approaching me from behind. "Yes," I whispered, attempting to remain in his grip despite the biting cuffs drawing blood on my wrists.
I squeezed my eyes shut as Henley thrust his manhood into me with a violent force. Pain surged through my body, and I bit my lip to stifle a cry.
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