Tolerance Book II

Chapter Seventy-One: Oversight

The older Detective wasn't happy with the compromise reached as he knew their youngest Detective was not prone to sharing his problems. It was however the best he could do for the moment.

Once he had convinced his friend he was alright and would be down after a shower Jay tried to use the alone time to regroup. The nightmare scenario his brain had conjured up still caused his stomach to clench in dread as he stood under the hot droplets wishing he could wash away his troubles as easily as a days' grime. Stepping out he grabbed the nearest towel distractedly and frowned when something white fell from the green folds to the tiled floor. Ignoring his aches and pains he was just about to bend down to pick up what he now recognised as a piece of paper when a stern voice startled him.

"Leave it!"
"Sarge?"
"Wanted to see how you were doing before everyone returns," the Sergeant explained his presence, "your prints don't need to be on that."
"It can't be from King he ....,"
"You getting secret love notes?" the older man asked sceptically as he plucked a handkerchief from his back pocket and carefully retrieved the piece of paper.
"He couldn't get in here," Jay insisted even as his nightmare mercilessly mocked him.
"We both know that's not true," Voight slowly opened up the item of concern then read the terse message before looking over at the shivering man wrapped in the too big towel, "it simply says 'I will see you soon.'"
"That's it?"
"Word for word. Get dressed before you catch pneumonia. We'll talk downstairs," the host directed as he left his guest alone.

As he descended the stairs Voight thanked whatever instinct had propelled him to go and check on his temporary House Guest. Normally he respected the young mans' privacy but Antonios' vague response to his query about the recovering man had sent alarm bells ringing. The Italian-American was clearly concerned about something but unwilling to disclose anything. The Sergeant had received a shock when he entered the bathroom and was confronted by the naked man. Aged colourful bruising still marred his pale flesh in patches but it was the lean frame which gave the older man pause for thought. Halstead was always fit and had the body to prove it but the too lean physique he had caught a glimpse of, before the towel hastily hid it from sight, bespoke a more sinister cause. Too many missed meals and quick snacks as well as the ever present stress of the investigation had combined to cause a weight loss which had been hidden under bulky jumpers and loose shirts. He doubted if the Kid even knew he was hiding the physical impact of the case on him from the Unit. It was more than likely a subconscious act. Even the other mans' reaction to him entering the bathroom was not met with consternation. Of course it was his house and he had the right to go anywhere but he had not practised proper Host etiquette by invading his Guests' privacy. The bathroom door however had been ajar so he had genuinely assumed Halstead was about to exit. Had it been closed he would have waited in the bedroom and been none the wiser of the physical toll Kings' games were taking on the ex-Ranger.

Kitchen -

Once the dishes were cleared away Voight brought everyone up to speed on the latest note from King. As expected curses filled the air as the full import of the latest development was grappled with.

"He was here? In this house?!" Adam looked around in stunned disbelief, they had known King seemed to have unprecedented access at times but this took matters to a whole new level.
"When?" Kevin demanded in frustration.
"Could have been any day we were all out," Al observed, maintaining his usual calm demeanour although he too was unsettled.
"I'm checking the cctv footage," Mouse put in, he had immediately retreated behind his laptop monitor when the Sergeant dropped the bombshell.
"Doesn't matter when he did it," Voight looked around the men gathered at the table.
"He knows Med is a trap," Jays' quietly spoken statement caused silence to fall momentarily.
"We haven't even set it up," Antonio argued.
"What makes you so certain?" Adam eyed his best friend carefully.
"The note says he'll see me soon. That's the only opportunity he's going to have."
"How can he know about Med?" Kevin looked around the group in dismay.
"Same way he knew how to get a note in here," Voight noted morosely, this was too close to home ... literally and figuratively!
"You think he bugged the place?" Adam asked tactlessly and received several looks of exasperation.
"Doubt it," the Sergeant dismissed the idea even as he hastily scribbled a note for Mouse telling him to check.
"He wouldn't have had the time," Al played along with the dismissal of the idea but deep down knew it was the only logical explanation.
"Well it's getting late and we have an early start tomorrow," Antonio rose to his feet tugging a baffled Adam beside him, "we'll see y'all in the morning."
"I have a date," Kevin rose also, there was no point in discussing King while in Voights' house any more.
"Woman must be a Saint," Al put in as he eyed his old friend across the table speculatively as he handed him a hastily written message, "have a good night."
"We hit the ground running in the morning," Voight ordered, "whatever King knows about Med he's going to slip up of that I'm confident."
"You sound certain Sarge," Jay played along wondering why his Superior was essentially baiting their query.
"Because I am."
"Guess I'll be heading out too," Mouse made short work of closing down his laptop and sent his former Lieutenant a meaningful look, he wouldn't be going far.
"See you tomorrow.  Bring all your gadgets for double checking this place is clean," Jay instructed with a wink.
"Have some new equipment I've been wanting to test!" the IT Specialist infused enthusiasm into his words, in reality he was raging, he should have foreseen King bugging the residence!

It was a relatively silent house for the remainder of the evening. Neither Jay or Voight were big into conversations and decided, without needing to verbally agree upon it, to maintain their usual routine. That meant watching the latest news reports for an hour before sharing a quiet hot drink and retiring to their bedrooms. If things were strained it definitely wouldn't be evident to anyone listening. Getting ready for bed in the knowledge the rest of the Unit was on guard outside offered some solace for both men but did not defray from their guilt over their apparent oversight ..... they should have known cctv would not deter King.

tbc