Looking inside the box makes me feel sick. A trail of goosebumps fall upon my skin as i peer inside. The hoodie, my hoodie. The one Ash had left my apartment in only days prior. It's neatly folded inside the box, with more photos...

Photos from Inside Ash's apartment. Pictures of her getting ready, putting clothes on, pictures of her wrapped in only a towel. My blood boils anger tearing a hole within me. I'd been at her apartment, if he was in there while I was— god I can't even think about that.

There's more, photos of her cooking, watching TV. Easily 15 or more pictures in the box, each one sending another wave of nausea and anger through my body. I swallow the lump in my throat and watch as kelly pulls a note out the box. Handing it to me, I read:

I'm having lots of fun here. It's like a game, see who panics most who cares the most about a whore. I'll ease your nerves... she's safe for now, or is she? There's another family out there wanting her, desperate for her actually. Not just me, not just you. Maybe she's safer with them.

Oh how easy it was for me to get into her apartment. You need to work on your military protection skills Halstead. Oh! And here's another thing. You're not the only one who got a box. We'll see who she makes it back to.. if she makes it back at all.

As I read the note aloud my stomach churns, the urge to put my fist through a wall growing. I have to find this fucker. There's no way. She has to be safe.

The room remains silent, my eyes catching Antonio's as another round of panic rolls through me. I slam the note back onto my desk as i rush back into the surveillance room. Antonio and Kelly not far behind me.

I rush to the desk pulling on a pair of headphones, frantically bringing the radio to my mouth, "Ash?! Ashley? Are you there?? I need your location now!"

Kevin leans over the computer desperately trying to find her last location. Urgency clouds over the room. Looks of panic etched onto everyone's faces. Kevin's face, it tells me all I need to know. Panic consumes me at the worried look on his face.

"The trackers been disconnected." Kevin announces panic lacing his voice. I pull the headphones off, angrily slamming them against the table.

"Fuck!"

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A/n - just a little psa chapters in the men's point of view will be shorter than Ash's as I don't want to mix different POVS in the same chapter! Hope you're enjoying this rewritten version more than the original!! Please continue to let me know your thoughts 🫶