#hank voight one shot

[procrastinatorimagines]

The Family We Chose

Fandom: Chicago PD

Series: One Shot

Pairing/s: Hank Voight x Atwater!Reader

Warning/s: child abduction

Word Count: 2,898

Request: Hi, are you still doing requests for Chicago PD? If so, can I pls have Hank Voight x Atwater!reader where he proposes to reader after 3 ½ years but right after she says yes they get a case with a little girl being kidnapped so they adopt her and Kevin is so happy to become uncle kevin.

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Hank never took nights off, but he wanted everything to be special tonight. A trail of flowers leading into the garden you shared together; he had decorated the space in flowers, lights and candles. Dinner was set up in a table in the centre.

Simple, elegant, perfect.

You gasped when you saw it. not believing what you were seeing. You and Hank had been together for 3.5 years but seeing him there, kneeling in the middle of the lawn, ring in hand, was not what you expected when you got home from work.

Pausing at the door you tried to process what you saw, overwhelmed with emotions.

"Yes," you blurted out, making your way down the patio steps before he could even ask the question. He didn't, however, need to be told twice.

Scooping you up into his arms as you nearly tripped over yourself reaching him, he kissed you. "I love you Y/N."

"I love you too."

It was a dream come true, almost perfect... almost.

Hank's phone rang as he slipped the ring on your finger, pausing slightly at the sound but continuing on anyway.

"Leave it, it's officially someone else's business tonight," you told him, pulling him in for a kiss before he could consider reaching into his pocket.

And he nearly did, but then it rang a second time.

Hank pulled away, "what?" he snapped, out of breath and frustrated as you supressed a laugh and smirked, lips red and puffy.

Your smirk, however, faded as you watched Hank's face go to serious as he listened to the voice on the other end of the line, Trudy, and then he put his phone down slowly.

"What is it?" You asked, no longer annoyed by the call, this seemed serious.

"A little girl has been kidnapped," he informed you, "her whole family was brutally murdered less than an hour ago."

"Go," you told him, fiddling with the new ring on your finger.

"You sure?" He asked, taking your hands. This was supposed to be your night, and he didn't want you to think you were any less important to him.

"You wouldn't be you if you didn't," you reassured him.

"I love you," he said, kissing you quickly, "and we're not done."

"No, no we're not," you smiled, giving him another quick kiss before he headed back out to work.

When you saw the back door such you pulled out your phone, dialling ASA Anna Valdez.

"You heard?" She answered in lieu of a greeting, clearly stressed.

"Intelligence has it," you replied, looking at the ring on your finger as you spoke.

"You coming in?" She asked, knowing your answer anyway.

"Let's get to work."

Voight wasn't the only one who could help.

Voight arrived at the 21st to see everyone in motion. The first 24 hours were critical, no one would be going home to their own beds tonight.

He made his way quickly up to the bullpen to see everyone hard at work, talking on phones, going over surveillance, sticking pins and pictures up to the board...

He looked at the picture of the girl in the centre, Lily, only 6 years old.

If anyone had a chance of finding this girl, his unit did. And he didn't just think that because he was biased, they were the best.

Everyone momentarily paused when they noticed him at the top of the stairs, waiting for an order.

"Don't stop on my account," he told his team, "every second counts, let's get to work."

And so it began.

Hours of tedious searching, and plenty of footwork later, Atwater burst into Voight's office without knocking. The look on his face causing him to shoot out of his chair and grab his jacket.

"Got her?" He checked.

"Got her," Kev confirmed.

Hank headed out to where Adam was rounding the others up.

"Tell me," was all Voight needed to say as Adam brought up the image.

"Campervan a couple blocks away from where the murders took place and Lily was taken," Adam began.

"Why didn't we pick this up before?" Voight asked.

"Wasn't out of the ordinary, we ran it, came back clean, belongs to the occupant renting the property, everything checked out," Jay answered, handing his sergeant the files with the identity of their new suspect, Jim Payne.

"So what changed?" He asked.

"Traffic cams caught the same campervan heading off the highway, see here-" she pointed to the second picture, clearly the same van with the same design and markings, "-different plates."

"And that isn't all," Hailey said, "we found it entering a state park, tonnes of cabins to rent and miles of open forest."

"Spoke to the owner of the site the van pulled in to, boss the driver checked in with a little girl asleep in the back."

That was all he needed. "Then let's go."

Everyone geared up to head out as quickly as they could, Kev jumping in with Voight for the drive.

"We got anything on motive? Anything we could use against this guy? Any connections to the victim and her family?" He asked.

"As far as we can tell, he lost his daughter in a car accident a couple months back, then he quit his job, got the van and he's been renting up and down the country ever since," Kev explained, pulling up a picture of their suspect's daughter, the spitting image of the girl he'd just taken.

Voight grunted, driving faster. If he left with Lily before they got there he could go anywhere.

Voight and Kev were the first to arrive at the camp site, the owner directly him to a spot by the lake that their suspect had parked his van.

They had to go on foot through the trees to avoid being seen.

"Should we wait for back up?" Kev asked once they had arrived, eyes on the idle van.

Voight was about to agree when they both heard a scream coming from inside the van.

"We can't wait," he replied and Kev nodded, drawing his weapon and awaiting Voight's order.

"We're going in, block off the path and surround the van," Voight ordered the unit over the radio quickly, time was of the essence.

Making their way carefully, grateful for the cover of darkness, Voight took the lead, treading carefully as they approached the van.

The lights were on, and there were shadows of movement, but thankfully the curtains were drawn, enabling them to get close without being seen.

Reaching the edge of the tree line they paused. From here on out, they were open targets.

Voight looked to Kev, who was mirroring the same resolve he felt as another scream came from within.

Voight signalled that he would go a head to the door and Kev should go around to the side, both moving together as they crossed the last stretch of distance.

Movement inside gave Voight pause as he reached the door.

"Jim Payne, Chicago PD, come out with your hands up!" Voight ordered, weapon drawn and raised, ready.

"You can't have her!" A male voice yelled back, followed by a muffled cry from the girl.

"Jim, no one needs to get hurt, just come out, let her go," Voight continued, inching closer to the door as it was thrown open.

Voight froze, taking in Jim with a gun to Lily's head, arm around neck and shoulders as she struggled helplessly in her his grasp, feet not even touching the ground.

"No! No I won't let anyone take her from me!" He shouted, "no one is going to take my daughter from me again!"

"Jim, she isn't your daughter," Voight made his voice as soft as possible, "your daughter is gone, she's gone."

Jim was clearly erratic, unsure. On the one had, it meant he had less resolve to actually use the weapon in his hand, but on the other it made him more unpredictable.

"You don't understand-" he rambled.

"I do," Voight took a cautious set forward, pausing as Jim leveled the gun back at him in warning, hand visibly shaking. "I do, I lost my son a few years ago, okay, he was taken from me, and I'd do anything to get him back."

"So you do, you know why I'm doing this, why I have to do this-" He tried to rationalise his actions, but he was hanging on by a thread.

"No, no doing this won't bring your little girl back, all you've done is taken this girl's family from her," Voight could see movement from behind Jim at the window, and he knew it was Kev, he just needed a little more time.

"I'm her family now," Jim tried, voice breaking, conflicted.

"You aren't, look at her, look at how scared she is Jim," Voight was more stern now, eyes flicking to where Kev was slipping in through the window. Jim hadn't noticed, he'd been too distracted.

If he could just get a little closer... he needed to be able to grab Lily when Kev was in position.

"She won't always be, I'm her dad-"

"She will, because you aren't, you never will be!" Voight yelled, causing Jim to react in exactly the way he'd hoped.

"Yes I am!" He screamed in reply, the gun leaving Lily as he pointed it straight at Voight's head, just as Kev levelled his own behind Jim's.

"Chicago PD, drop it," Kev ordered, the shock causing Jim to whirl around, dropping Lily as Voight lunged to catch her.

Kev easily knocked the gun out of his hand and shoved him against the open door. "Jim Payne, you are under arrest for multiple counts of murder and kidnapping, anything you say or do can and will be used against you in a court of law..."

Kev continued to read him his rights as Voight checked to see if Lily was okay, which was difficult given that she had not stopped clinging to him since he'd caught her, her arms a vice grip around his neck.

"It's okay, it's okay," he reassured her, managing to grab his radio and signal the team, and an ambulance. One was on route just in case, so it wouldn't be long.

"Serge!" Voight turned his head to see Jay and Hailey approaching, weapons out but quickly holstered as they took in the scene.

The sudden noise and appearance of more people caused Lily to bury her head into Voight's chest. "She okay?" Hailey asked while Jay went to help Kev with Jim, who had not stopped struggling since the cuffs were put on.

"Physically, fine, but..." He trailed off but Hailey nodded, understanding. With everything she'd seen and been through...

The ambulance appeared at the end of the trail and Voight opted to carry Lily to them, since she didn't seem to want to let go.

"It's okay, these paramedics are going to take care of you," he told her as he put her in the ambulance, managing to pry her arms from around his neck. Her face was pale and covered and snot and tears, much of which was also on his shirt, but he didn't mind.

"Hey sweetheart, mind if we check you over?" Violet asked her, but she shuffled away and grabbed Voight's hand.

"Stay," he whispered, voice hoarse and barely audible.

"Fine by me," Sylvie nodded as Voight looked to her to check it was alright before the ambo doors were closed.

"I'm not going anywhere," Voight promised her, and as she squeezed his hand even tighter, he felt the promise he'd made had a deeper meaning that he understood yet.

-

You were Hank's first call after he and Kev brought the young girl, Lily, to the hospital. She'd lost everyone, and she needed help.

As a prosecutor, you knew exactly what he needed. It was an open and shut case, but Hank had gotten emotionally involved with this one, though he tried not to show it, so you'd happily try the case to make sure the monster responsible never saw the light of day again.

You got to the hospital first thing in the morning, after a night of legal planning and putting together the evidence Intelligence and the hospital had sent over.

Hank was still there, you weren't sure if he'd actually left. He looked up when he saw you, a slight smile at your presence, though his eyes were tired and grim,

Kev appeared around the corner as you wandered up, coffees in hand for him and Voight.

"Hey," he greeted you and gestured with the coffees, "I'd have got you one but..."

"No worries, thought I'd check in," you told him, glancing back to Voight.

"He hasn't slept," Kev said, following your gaze, "she's gotten pretty attached to him, and it's definitely mutual."

You took a breath and headed for the room, Voight's standing to greet you as you walked in, noticing the way Lily tensed at your entrance, but relaxed once she saw Hank smile at you, her guard somewhat dropping again.

"Hey Lily," you smiled, changing the tone of your voice to suit a child her age, "my name's Y/N, I'm going to be helping you find somewhere to live, and that means I'm going to be coming to see you sometimes, is that alright?"

She looked from you to Voight, "do you two know each other?"

"We do, very well," Hank told her.

"That's okay, I guess," she said, seemingly answering your question once she had confirmation that you could be trusted.

It was hard, seeing her so small and fragile. No matter how long you'd been in the job, you still didn't understand why someone would do such a thing to another person, a child.

"We'll be right outside, okay?" Hank asked her, putting a hand on your back to tell you he needed to speak to you in private.

Lily nodded and pulled her knees to her chest, and you couldn't help but give her one last pitying glance before heading out into the corridor where Kev waited.

"Anything?" He asked, voice low so Lily didn't hear.

You shook your head, a night of pouring over legal documents revealing next to nothing of use. "She has no family left that I can tell, the doctors say she's going to be in the hospital for a few weeks, but once she's discharged..."

"She'll have nowhere to go," Voight finished for you, clenching his jaw.

"Hey," you put your hand on his arm, ring catching in the light, "we'll figure something out."

He nodded, trusting you, but worrying nonetheless. This case had hit him hard, it was written all over his face, and it killed you that you couldn't do anything to help him.

Over the next few weeks, you put out feelers as a lawyer, searching for some distant relative or connection that could take her.

Weeks went by, and still nothing. She'd been staying with a temporary foster carer but they couldn't keep her long term, and there was no where else for her to go.

"What'll happen to her now?" Voight asked. He'd visited her everyday since she'd been discharged, and you knew your news would sting.

"She'll have to go into a group home," you told him, sighing. You were tired, up worrying about Voight and Lily and how it was effecting him. So you'd come to see him in work when you'd gotten the news, knowing he didn't like waiting.

There was nothing you could go to make it all better, but you hugged him all the same. He wasn't big on PDA, but it felt needed. And given how tense he was and the way he buried his head in your neck, he appreciated the gesture.

"What if-" He began but then broke off, stepping back from you and shaking his head.

"What if we took her in?" You finished for him, suspecting this had been coming from the start. You hadn't said anything to him, in case you'd found a relative who could take her, you didn't want to get his hopes up and then take them away.

"What do you think of that?" He asked. You hadn't really considered kids together, you were both so busy with work, and with everything that happened to Justin... It wasn't a subject Voight liked to dwell on, but you couldn't deny that you'd gotten your own hopes up about bringing Lily home as the weeks had gone by.

"I think she'd be lucky to have you as a dad," you told him honestly, taking his hand.

"You sure?" He checked, and although you weren't sure whether he was confirming whether you were sure about taking in Lily, or about him being a good dad, you nodded.

"Positive."

"Uncle Kev huh? I like the sound of that," a voice from the half open door pulled you both from your thoughts, jumping as you saw your brother, grinning with a file in his hand.

You laughed, "I guess it's settled then, all we have to do is ask Lily."

"And actually get all the paperwork done," Kev interjected, leaving the file on Voight's desk and leaving with a wink.

You shrugged and turned to Voight, "we can pull some strings."

He smiled, squeezing the hand that still held his and running his finger over your engagement ring, "let's do this."

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[keanureevesisbae]

Hank Voight x fem!reader 

Summary: When your aunt Trudy Platt needs your help at her job, you encounter sergeant Hank Voight.

Wordcount: 1.9k

Warnings: Sex, both male and female orgasms, Hank Voight saying: 'Good girl' (yes, that needs a warning)

When your aunt is Trudy Platt, you bet your ass I was on the receiving end of many many lovely stories. She is absolutely awesome. Because she only recently married into my family, I only now am building a bond with her, but I absolutely love her and I kinda wished I knew her sooner.

So, when aunt Trudy broke her wrist and sprained the fingers of her other hand, she asked me to help her out at the desk of the 21st District and naturally, I said yes. She needed help with the paperwork and because she did not want to be annoyed as hell on top of her unfortunate injuries, she asked me. Besides, I loved the prospect of seeing the Trudy Platt in her natural habitat.

And so far it had not been disappointing.

‘You know,’ she says with a smile, ‘you’re the quickest one in your family. You got that from me.’

I start to laugh, because genetically, that is impossible, since my biological uncle is Mouch, her husband. Though I never called him uncle Mouch, ever since stopping by the Chicago Fire Department when I was a kid, I must admit that Mouch sure does have a nice ring to it. ‘Sure thing,’ I say. ‘My mom always said I was an odd one.’

Trudy scoffs. ‘Yeah, your mother never liked me.’

‘That’s because you’re even wittier than her. She doesn’t like to be overruled like that, you know that.’ I grab a few files and ask: ‘Where do you want these?’

‘Right here.’

The entire day is filled with me handing keys to officers, listening to Trudy being her lovely self to said officers, but the second they are detectives and sergeants, she turns into the sweetest The duality of that lady. 

I write down the reports for her, carefully dictated by her and lo and behold if I do something wrong, she’ll let me know in her own fierce and sarcastic way. But it’s nothing I can handle. 

‘Trudy,’ I hear from behind me and I’m confused, as one of the people here as the guts to call her by her first name. ‘You got those papers for me?’

‘Yes, wait a minute. Bambi, get me the papers with the Intelligence sticky note on it.’

Bambi. It was her nickname for me, because the first time I met her, according to her I appeared like a dear caught in the headlines and once Trudy gives you a nickname, you’re doomed to be stuck with it for the rest of your life.

However, Bambi isn’t the worst nickname you could get. I overheard Doofus, Moron and Mommy’s boy today. Bambi’s kinda cute.

I grab the right files and turn around. Oh dear, is that the infamous Hank Voight? I had heard a lot about him, including the fact his voice was super raspy, but in reality, it hits a whole new different level of raspiness. ‘Hello,’ I say, once I manage to pull myself together, ‘here you go, sir.’

Sergeant Voight smiles tightly. ‘She’s politer than you, Trudy. How did you get her to help you out?’

‘She’s my niece.’

‘By marriage,’ I clarify. ‘I’m Mouch’s niece.’ I quickly introduce myself to him and he shakes my hand. It’s like I expected it to be: a strong grasp, clearly letting you know he is in charge, without over squeezing it (but maybe that’s just because I’m a lady).

‘Nice to meet you,’ he says, a very small smile on his lips. ‘Thanks for the files.’

‘Sure, no problem.’

Thankfully Trudy is busy telling officers off, because I think she’d pick up on me having some serious heart palpitations right away. 

During the entirety of the day, I see officers, detectives, sergeants and what not, come and go. ‘Where does this need to go?’ I ask Trudy, holding seven files up. 

‘Intelligence. You know what, I’ll buzz you up,’ she says. ‘The only thing I’m capable of doing now.’

‘Is that a pity party you’re throwing?’ I ask her, as I walk with the files in hand from behind the desk. ‘It’s not a good look on you, aunt Trudy.’

‘I’m throwing you the finger as we speak,’ she says, holding out her hand with the sprained fingers. ‘Just so you know.’

I stick out my tongue, before I make my way upstairs. The entire Intelligence bullpen is empty, minus the office of the sergeant. He must’ve heard my thick heels approaching, because he looks up. When I hold up the files, he quickly rises to his feet and walks over to me. 

Dammit, even his walk is attractive. I hate how handsome I find him and how this does things to me.

‘Thank you, miss,’ he says, taking the files from my hands. ‘How do you like working at the desk?’

‘The desk is fine, aunt Trudy is a different story.’ When I realize he is on first name basis with her, I quickly add: ‘Don’t tell her I said that.’

He shakes his head. ‘My lips are sealed.’

There is a silence between us and I clear my throat. ‘Well, that’s all I came to do here. Can I help you with something? Bring something downstairs with me or something else?’

‘I could use your help with something,’ he says and with his fingers he ushers me to follow him.

Don’t let your mind wander, don’t let your mind wa—

Too late. I’ve got to live with the image of the sergeant using his fingers in a dirty way. This is entirely my own fault (and maybe a little bit Voight’s fault). 

I follow him to his office and he asks: ‘Could you maybe help me sort this? I’ve got some paperwork to fill in and I don’t have the patience for sorting.’

‘I’m not surprised,’ I chuckle. ‘But you’re in luck. I love sorting. I work in the library, which is basically sorting books.’

‘Lucky me,’ he says.

I quickly go to work and sorting files is quite easy. I find myself slowing down, so I don’t have to leave yet. We don’t talk much, but it’s nice to be around Hank Voight, especially when he’s working. Besides, it’s nice to be in this serene place, especially as it can get pretty hectic at the desk. 

‘Here you go,’ I say, when stalling even more would get really suspicious. ‘It’s all sorted. You’re missing a page though. Page forty seven.’

‘I know, but thanks.’ He looks up with a smile. ‘You helped me out. A lot.’

‘No problem. I’ll be here for quite some times, so if you have more administrative work, please let me now. I have a degree, so you don’t have to worry about me screwing up. I know what I’m doing.’

’I might actually steal you a few times,’ he says with a smile, ‘if Trudy allows it of course.’

‘She will,’ I say. ‘She called me Bambi for a reason, okay? I know my way to her heart.’

He chuckles. ‘I bet you do.’

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After I saw uncle Mouch picking up Trudy and I waved at them, I make my way to the bus station. I don’t want my aunt and uncle to drive an extra forty five minutes, just to take me home. It’s easier if I use public transportation. 

‘Wait up,’ I hear from behind me and though this could be meant for everybody, I still stop and turn around. It is directed to me, because I see sergeant Voight walking up to me.

‘Sergeant,’ I say with a smile. ‘What’s up?’

‘You got your car parked there?’

I shake my head. ‘No, I was going to catch my bus.’

‘Don’t be ridiculous,’ he says, scoffing a bit. ‘Come on, after helping me out, I’ll give you a ride.’

I know how much aunt Trudy trusts him, so I simply nod and say: ‘It appears like you insist, so I’ll spare you the discussion.’

He smirks. ‘You catch on quick. My car is right over there.’

The drive to my place is fairly quick, because he drives pretty reckless and quick. He stops in front of my place and I say: ‘Want some tea at my place? I don’t have alcohol to offer you, but…’

‘Tea is fine,’ he says. ‘Maybe even better than alcohol.’

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Tea was quickly forgotten, as my lips had met his and we are now involved in a pretty heavy make-out montage. His fingers running through my hair, his lips attached on mine. I straddle his thighs as the kissing does not stop for one single second.

‘This is a bad idea,’ he mumbles, but his hands are telling a totally different story, as they cup my bottom and squeeze the flesh through the jeans.

‘We can stop.’

‘I was just assessing the situation,’ he chuckles, ‘not saying we should stop.’

And he might have accurately assess the current events. It is a bad idea. But I don’t want to stop either and from that smirk on his face, I suspect neither does he. My fingers unbutton his shirt, only to reveal his bare chest. 

We get rid of our clothes, all of them and maybe there is a reason he’s a sergeant, because boy, is he quick to take the lead, to bend me the way he desires, as he fucks me into tomorrow and the day after on the couch.

‘Shit, I’m close,’ I moan, feeling his cock deep inside me every time he bottoms out. I cling on him, when the rush of euphoria washes over me. For years I have been relying on my trustworthy vibrator, but this tops every single one of those experiences. 

After I rode out my high, I’m met with a very sensitive pussy and a sergeant Hank Voight who doesn’t stop. I whine against him, but he shuts me up by kissing me roughly.

‘Faster,’ I mumble against his lips. 

He does not go faster, instead he pulls out.

‘What are you doing?’ I ask.

‘I’ve got a better idea.’

A better idea involved me bend over the backrest of the couch and Hank having full access from the back. I don’t even care anymore if my neighbors hear me, if they complain, but with the way Hank pounds inside me, I just can’t keep quite anymore. I don’t know how many times he throws me over the edge by rubbing my clit feverishly, but he isn’t slowing down, not even when I sob out of overstimulation.

And then I feel it. Thick robes of cum painting me on the inside and I catch my breath. He pulls out, his semen slowly streaming down my thighs. I try to catch my breath, but I have issues finding it. He pulls me up and holds me closely to his sweaty body. 

‘Such a good girl,’ he whispers, pressing a kiss in my hair. ‘You got anything to do tomorrow?’

I let out a chuckle. ‘I barely recovered from this and you’re already dead set on another round?’

He nods. ‘You’re quite insatiable, miss. Of course I am.’

I kiss his lips, lingering for a little longer. ‘Well, why wait when we can go for round two tonight?’

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[teaandfiction-28]

Smut #6 please?

Ok Anon...you asked for smut and I’m giving you utter filth! 

Hope you enjoy! 💛

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Prompt: "What, here?"

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: Language, Smut [18+ Only], Mirror Sex, Semi-Public Sex.

Timeline: Set between C9 and C10 of ‘Brand New Day’.

Two hours. 

For two whole hours, Kate’s mother had chirruped non-stop in her ear about wedding dresses and venues and flowers and colour schemes and Kate was a half-second away from frog-marching Hank down to the nearest courthouse just so she wouldn’t have to listen to one more comment about ‘how beautiful white roses are for table centrepieces.”

When her mother hurried off to discuss the pros and cons of a fall wedding with Kate’s aunt and a few harridans from her social club, Kate immediately went of search of her husband-to-be, eventually spotting him sitting alone in a quiet part of the garden, slowly rocking backwards and forwards on a swinging garden bench. 

“Just shoot me now...put me out of my damn misery.” Kate grumbled, dropping down onto the bench next to him with an exhausted sigh. 

“Not funny.” Hank chastised in response, peering down at her disapprovingly while simultaneously sliding an arm around her shoulders to pull her close to his chest, tugging her denim-clad legs into his lap and resting a warm palm on her shin. 

Darkness had long fallen over the beautiful backyard of Kate’s childhood home but friends and family were still milling around the deck under the glow of fireworks and fairy lights, the sound of Sinatra crooning softly from the bluetooth speakers filling the warm open air around them. Alexis was in a milk-induced coma in Kate’s old bedroom and, for a few blissful moments, it was just the two of them.

“Too soon?” She tilted her head back against the soft cushions of the bench, gazing up at him with a wry smile playing at the corner of her mouth. “Now do you understand why I waited as long as I did to tell her?”

Hank had proposed to her four months ago and Kate had purposely held off on telling her mom because she knew she would behave like this. If she had her way, her mother would turn their beautiful, rustic wedding into a fucking circus. At least this way, she didn’t have much time to wreak her usual amount of havoc! And Kate had meant every word when she had told him that she didn't care where or how they got married; either way she got to call him her husband and that was all that mattered to her. 

As much as she loved her family, spending an extended amount of time with them was often as comfortable as pulling teeth sans analgesia and yet he had taken everything in his stride, charming everyone from her cousin’s gregarious toddler to her offensive grandmother with a handsome smile and warm, twinkling eyes. Just when she thought she couldn’t love him anymore, he continued to surprise her with his seemingly never-ending capacity for patience; both with her and her crazy relatives.

She was pulled from her thoughts by his palm sliding up and over her shins, fingertips tracing the seam of her jeans along the inside of her knee until his hand was wedged between her thighs, a sexy smirk sliding onto his face.

“Perhaps I can take your mind off our upcoming nuptials, hmm?” He hummed, leaning in to push a featherlight kiss to the soft patch of skin behind her ear, his lips tugging into a smile when she visibly trembled. 

“I shouldn’t have to have my mind taken off our upcom-wait, where’re we going?” 

Hank had eased her legs back to the floor and pushed to his feet, pulling a confused Kate along behind him as he headed towards the house. As they passed her mother and her harem of friends, Hank graced them all with a handsome smile, winking at the middle-aged woman closest to him who’s cheeks instantly flamed an unsightly shade of salmon.

“You realise you’re basically like catnip for those women, right?” Kate snorted when they were finally in the house and out of earshot, still following Hank blindly from room to room until he ducked into the small downstairs bathroom on the other side of the expansive property, pulling her in behind him and closing the door with a sharp snap.

The second the door was shut he was on her, his hands sliding over the gentle curve of her waist as he crowded her against the marble vanity, his lips seizing hers in a bruising kiss. 

“What’re you doing?” She breathed in between trading passionate kisses, her eyes fluttering closed as Hank’s palms burrowed beneath the hem of her shirt, hands gliding over the warm skin of her back as he pulled her flush against his chest. 

“Taking your mind off it.”

He was taking her mind off it alright. He had wedged a thigh between her parted legs and her hips instinctively began to rock against the firm muscle in search of glorious friction. 

“What, here?” She whispered, her breath hitching as she tipped her head backwards to give him the space he needed to litter her throat with a myriad of soft kisses and sharp nips. 

“Mmm-hmm...right here.”

All rational thought and common sense disappeared at the sound of his deep, gritty voice rasping in her ear, her core throbbing in arousal with each touch of his lips against her feverish skin. 

“Hank, we can’t...what if someone hears us?” She tried but, as much as her mouth said ‘this probably isn’t a smart decision’, her body seemed to be more than happy to throw all caution to the wind if it meant easing the flaming inferno burning low in her belly.

“Then you better stay quiet.” He hummed mischievously against her throat as his hands dropped to the waistband of her jeans, swiftly unbuttoning and unzipping the well-fitting denim and tugging them down over the swell of her ass. Sealing his lips over hers, Hank slipped his tongue into the warm cavern of her mouth, the two muscles languidly rolling against one another, a deep, pulsing current of electric arousal surging between them. 

It didn’t matter if it was a soft and chaste or frantic and tongue-filled, Kate loved kissing Hank Voight. The way he would suck her lower lip into his mouth, humming softly as he laved at the plump flesh with his tongue. The way he would draw in a sharp breath through his nose only to  release a tight groan of pleasure when she sucked a bruise into the sensitive skin of his throat. She loved the way he touched her, the way he reverently tasted her while mapping out every ridge and valley her mouth had to offer. But the thing she loved the most was that she was going to spend the rest of her life kissing him as frequently and as deeply as possible. 

Breaking away from her lips to trace his hot mouth along the line of her jaw, he paused briefly to quietly growl his next command directly into her ear. 

“Turn around.”

With her jeans bunched around her knees, Kate allowed herself to be turned towards the vanity, her eyes locking with his in the mirror as he pushed his torso flush against her back, palms resting on her waist as he pressed a surprisingly gentle kiss to the nape of her neck. 

The jangle of his belt buckle echoed around the small space, her eyes fluttering closed at the telltale metallic clink signalling that he was in the process of releasing himself from his jeans. 

“Eyes open honey.” He murmured, one hand returning to her hip once he had shoved his jeans and boxers down far enough to free his stiff length. “You’re gonna watch me while I fuck you.”

She could only whimper in response to his heated words, all thoughts of the wedding long forgotten as he urged her down towards the white porcelain with a firm palm between her shoulder blades, dipping the fingers of his free hand between her thighs to pull her lace panties to the side.

"So wet for me.” He cooed, stepping up close behind her to guide his flushed tip between her sopping folds. 

And with one smooth, deep, thrust, he was inside her; pelvis pressed tight to the firm globes of her ass as he took a brief second to enjoy the way her body clutched him in a perfect, velvet grip. Releasing a slow breath, he slipped both palms beneath the hem of her shirt to settle on her hips, easing back until only the wide crest remained nestled inside of her before pushing firmly back in until he was buried to the hilt. 

“Fuck yes!” 

Kate’s terse groan filled the little bathroom, her forearms braced on the cool surface as she pushed back against him, groaning at the delicious stretch, desperate to have every hot, hard inch of him deep inside her. 

“Shhh, you want your mother to hear how you moan for me?”

Hank braced his palms on the smooth marble surface, caging her body against the vanity as he bottomed out, grinding against her with a purposeful, slow roll of his hips.  

“Christ, can you not talk about my mother while you’re doin’...that.” She breathed, her spine dipping into a perfect arch when the tip of his cock brushed against the sweet spot inside her that had her seeing stars. 

“What? This?” 

He repeated the movement again, his lips quirking into a smug, satisfied smirk when Kate’s head fell forwards, her chin dropping to her chest as she frantically tried to stifle her whine of pleasure. 

Sliding his hands under her shirt, he skated his palms over her taut stomach to squeeze her lace-clad breasts, tugging the cups down to tweak her already-stiff nipples into tight peaks as he pulled her flush against his chest, her head lolling backwards onto his shoulder.

“Uhhh yes...yes...right there.”

Their jagged breathing and the sound of colliding flesh echoed around them like an erotic symphony, Hank’s warm breath ghosting over the damp skin of her neck, his hips pumping rhythmically against her. 

“C’mon Kate, open your eyes...watch us.”

Her eyes fluttered open, immediately finding his in the reflection, taking in their sweaty, flushed complexions and undulating bodies. She tracked the movement of his right hand as it skated down the soft skin of her belly, slipping beneath the lace of her underwear to settle at the apex of her thighs, fingertips instantly seeking her slick, swollen bud. 

“Mmm…you wanna come baby?”

Her thighs trembled, fingers clawing at his bare forearms as she nodded frantically, tongue darting out to moisten her suddenly dry lips. Through the thick haze of lust, Kate idly wondered how it was possible for such a sweet, endearing nickname to sound so utterly filthy from his lips.

“Please…”

Kate balanced on the edge of bliss for a few long moments, her entire world narrowing down to where his flesh touched hers; his teeth nipping at her shoulder, the pads of his fingers gliding over her aching clit, his thick cock surging so deep she knew she'd still be feeling him tomorrow. 

“Come for me, need to feel you.”

At his whispered command, Kate dutifully complied, her inner walls clamping down with such a force that he was almost completely expelled from her body. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her, the sheer power of her climax triggering Hank’s as he thrust against her one final time, filling her with thick ribbons of white hot release. For a few long beats they simply stood joined together, both of them breathing heavy, Hank’s heart thrumming frantically against Kate’s back as he continued to throb and twitch inside of her. 

“You alright?” He breathed after a moment, sliding his hand out of her underwear to rest against her hip, his mouth grazing gently along her shoulder. 

Kate hummed in response, shifting slightly in his arms until he slipped from her body, giving her just enough space to turn and peer up at him with flushed cheeks and an almost shy expression on her face. 

“Full marks for distraction techniques, Sarg.” She chuckled, leaning in to brush her lips against his in a soft, gentle kiss. 

“Glad I could be of service.” He responded wryly, plucking a tissue from the ornate box on the counter to clean up before tucking himself back into his boxers and refastening his jeans.

“Just gimme a minute to cl-” 

“Oh no.” He interrupted with a deep chuckle, reaching out to carefully adjust the black lace back onto her hips. “You’re gonna spend the rest of the night with me inside you...one way or another.”

“God, you’re so fucking filthy.” She groaned, immediately fusing her mouth to his in a sloppy, tongue-filled kiss, the fading embers of lust surging back to life at the thought of holding a conversation with her mother’s prissy, straight-laced friends with his release saturating her panties. 

“You love it.” He growled in response, gripping the hem of her jeans and tugging the denim back up over her thighs, nimble fingers re-buttoning her jeans before dropping a chaste peck to the tip of her nose. “C’mon, let’s get outta here before they send a search party.”

With a parting wink, Hank slipped out into the hallway, leaving Kate to count to a slow twenty in her head before she followed suit but, the second she swung the door open, she walked head-long into her brother, her forehead bouncing off of his chest with a quiet ‘oomph’ of surprise.

“Matt…hi.”

Kate was a fantastic undercover detective having spent months on end infiltrating some of the world’s most prevalent gangs and organised crime syndicates but, if there was one person on this earth she couldn’t lie to, it was her big brother. And she could tell with one glance at his amused, albeit slightly surprised expression, that he knew exactly what she had been up to in that bathroom. 

“Baby sister.” He greeted wryly, folding his arms across his chest as he casually leaned against a nearby doorframe, his crystal blue eyes appraising her carefully. The painful silence stretched on and Kate vaguely wondered if Hank had managed to escape undetected but she was pulled from her thoughts when Matthew eventually spoke. 

“We, uh, gonna talk about-”

“Nope.” Kate interjected with a shake of her head.

“So you weren’t just-”

He jerked his thumb in the general direction of the bathroom, lifting a disbelieving eyebrow but, despite the steady blush that continued to creep over her flaming cheeks, Kate lifted her chin to meet his gaze steadily. 

“Nope.”

“Alright, glad we cleared that up.” He snorted, flatting his back to the doorframe, allowing Kate to pass and she was so close to successfully avoiding what would probably have been one of the most embarrassing conversations of her life when he called her name, immediately halting her hasty exit. 

“You, uh, might wanna go back in there and do somethin’ about your hair...you look like you just got railed in the bathroom by your fiancé.”

She was going to fucking kill him. 

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[fangirlfrom-hell]

How Many Detectives Are Needed To Sleep A Baby? || Jay Halstead x reader!

Cute and fluffy Jay, wife and baby + babysitter detectives

*re-posting this because I'm stupid and accidentaly delated my blog 🫠

Summary: Intelligence unit takes care of Jay's newborn baby while he and his wife are in court. Turns out it is the most difficult case they have worked on.

-"You can't go in there". Platt muttered in a scolding tone to Adam, who wanted to go into the coffee room.

-"Why not?" He asked strangely.

-"Shhhhhh". Kim gave him a punch on his arm. -"Keep it quiet, you're gonna wake her up".

-"Ok, alright". Ruzek kept his voice low. -"What the hell is going on, girls?"

-"Halstead's baby is sleeping in there. Don't you dare to interrupt her sweet dreams, bro". Kevin said from his desk.

-"Look at her. You can see her smile even from here". Hailey said, peeking through the window.

Trudy and Kim followed her.

-"She's so lucky she didn't get her father's mad face". The Sergeant enquired.

-"What do you think she's dreaming about? She looks so peaceful".

-"What's going on? Where's Jay? Where's her mom? What is she doing here all alone?" Adam was losing it, increasing his voice volume once more.

-"She's not alone. We're taking care of her!". Hailey frowned.

-"Adam, please". Voigh silently got out of his office and rushed towards him whispering. -"Would you keep it down? I can hear your voice even with my door closed. Let the baby rest, she's only weeks old and already has seen too much".

The detective opened his arms in a defeated gesture. He had just arrived and didn't understand anything.

-"Y/N is testifying right now, we couldn't avoid it. She and her colleagues published the investigation under their names, so...I couldn't stop it. Jay is by her side. The baby is here for protection".

-"She really is a hell of a journalist". Upton mentioned with admiration.

-"And a very brave woman. We owe her a lot in this case". Hank stated.

-"You know? You would have known about this if you had arrived in time to work". Burgess teases Adam.

-"Is there any news about the trial?" Platt wanted to know, worried about you.

-"Not yet, but Jay said he'll be in touch". The boss stated. -"You know these trials take time".

They weren't conscious about it, but the whole Intelligence squad looked hilarious talking with whispers and walking in tiptoes as they went back to their workplaces.

Time passed and the girl was still sleeping safe and sound, until Adam decided to stand up to stretch a bit and stumbled with some cables on the floor. Naturally, the clatter woke up the little baby.

-"It had to be you, right?" Kim mocked her husband as she helped him stand up.

Hailey and Kevin ran to the coffee room as if they were running a race. It was him who got there first and held the baby girl.

-"There, there. Uncle Kev is right here". He tried to reassure her. -"I had siblings and took care of them when they were babies. I can manage another one".

But after a few minutes, she was still uncontrollable.

-"Ok, it's my turn". Burgess got into the game and took the baby off his partner's arms. -"I'm the only mom here, the only one who has a real daughter. I know how to do it".

-"What are you talking about?" Trudy Platt laughed. -"Makayla was already a grown up when you adopted her!" And she grabbed the baby to accommodate her in her chest. But the crying did not stop.

-"Oh, no. What are they doing to you, sweetie?" Upton grabbed her and laid her in her arms. -"I am her godmother, she knows me better".

The baby Halstead slowed down her crying, but she was still restless.

-"Well, how many detectives do you need to sleep a baby, hum? You don't know anything". Hank Voight gasped. -"Give her to me, I'll show you all". But as soon as she was in the arms of the boss, her crying increased. -"Oh. I've lost touch!"

Jay and Y/N were already at the bullpen, waiting in the stairs. They got in time to witness the fluffy scene.

-"Hey, guys? She's not a rag doll, you know?" Jay said laughing at the scene and his friends turned around with surprise. -"She just needs her daddy's arms''. He took his daughter to stroke her and almost immediately she calmed down.

-"That's not fair". Platt crossed her arms.

-"We brought you coffee". You smiled, leaving the box you were carrying on one of the desks. -"There's not enough caffeine when you take care of a newborn. There's one for each of you, just as each of you like it. Look for your name in the tags".

-"Geez, thanks!" Adam said gladly and balanced the table. -"I was denied entrance to the coffee room the whole morning".

-"I'm sorry". You turned red.

-"Don't listen to him". A chorus of detectives said.

-"She's really calm, it was no problem". Kevin asserted and everyone else agreed.

You approached your husband and as soon as you were in your daughter's sight, the baby started to smile and giggle, throwing little kicks into the air.

-"What? Why are you laughing so much, baby?" You raised your hands and freed Jay's arms. -"Come with mommy, sweetie".

Everyone stared at the scene with tenderness, especially Kim, whose eyes started watering.

-"You wanna hold her?"

She just nodded and took the opportunity.

-"How was the trial? Are you alright?" Platt inquiered.

-"Yeah, I mean it was really scary, but I think it went fine". Y/N hands started to shake a little bit, but she was fast enough to hide them in her pockets. Nobody noticed, except for Jay.

-"She did a great job". He hugged you by the waist, trying to secretly ease you.

-"I have no doubt about it, she already showed us how much of a badass she is". Hank smirked.

-"I will just be more comfortable if you stay in here at least until the Jury deliberates, or as soon as I can go home with you. It's just a precaution, I'm not being paranoid or something".

-"Yes, I agree". Voight followed the idea.

-"Sure. Whatever you think is better".

The baby yawned and stretched herself so adorably, that she caught everyone's attention again.

-"I should put her down to sleep".

-"Alright. Take my seat, Y/N. We don't know how much we're staying here". Jay pointed out.

-"C'me on, Kim. Give the baby back to her mommy".

-"If you need help with the baby or you get bored of these people around, I'll be downstairs". The desk Sergeant winked at you and you smiled back at her back.

-"She won't be bored. She has me here". Hailey pulled a face.

-"I'll take provisions just in case the little one takes the coffee room again". Ruzek rushed to the kitchen.

Everyone else rolled their eyes in a funny way.

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[sjhhemmings]

Evermore pt. 5

Cassie Voight x Mouse, Cassie Voight x Jay Halstead

a/n: sorry everyone, this is kind of a filler chapter but I promise next chapter all of the goods will start to come. Patience is a virtue 💝.

warnings: swearing, decision making, crying. Shes a filler chapter idk what to tell you. Anything I missed though.

word count: 2030

wattpad: sjhhoran

Expectantly looking at the two people before him, Sergeant Voight rests his eyes on his daughter.

Trying to analyze and prepare for the choice she makes he studies her face. He studies her brown eyes, long brown hair, her beautifully square jaw and soft features. He always admired his daughter, she was a carbon copy of his late wife Camille.

Stepping back to lightly sit on the edge of his desk, Voight clasps his hands together in his lap still waiting for an answer.

Lightly chuckling out of disbelief, Cassie looks over at Jay who was still harboring the same reaction.

"Well?" Her father finally asks.

"I-I don't know." The girl says shocked.

"Sarge, don't you think it might be a little too soon, considering..." Jay interjected with his arms crossed in front of him.

"Considering everything that happened a week ago?" Voight asks assuming the rest of the other man's sentence.

"Uh, yeah." Jay says frankly.

"Well also considering we've been down a detective in the unit for a week now, and Antonio hasn't had a partner, I think now is an appropriate time to fill that spot. Look, I'm not trying to replace Willhite. That's not what's happening. Willhite was an extraordinary detective and what happened was tragic. But I would be doing a dishonor to my unit if I leave an open spot. That means we have one less person on busts, we have one less person to help solve cases, and we have one less person putting bad guys behind bars. Now, I see someone that I trust and that I have faith in to live up to Willhite's reputation and thrive in this environment. So Cassie, what do you say?" Voight looks at his daughter again who looks even more intimidated than she was the first time he offered.

A million thoughts were running through Cassie's head, and yet she still couldn’t pick one and take the job. Being a paramedic gives her a rush, its fills a hole inside her that aches to help. But so did being a police officer at one point. Yeah she fell into a routine and couldn’t commit to being a patrolman, but this is a completely different field. This is becoming a detective.

Cassie had grown up around detectives her whole life. She knew the ins and outs of how they did their job, she understood the consequences of the hours and how some cases take a larger toll than others. But she also knew the effects of being too ‘in’ on the job. How easily it is to overwhelm yourself, and completely indulge in the rush that puts the bad people away. That’s what scared her. She knew her father wasn’t around a lot when she was growing up because of this job, so a piece of her does resent it. She resents the nights they would eat dinner without him, the Sunday’s he wasn’t at church. She resented the birthday parties and minor holidays he would miss, she resented it all. One of the main reasons she hasn’t made a choice yet is because one of her biggest fears is turning into her father. But also one of her biggest goals is to do that very thing.

“I say I need a little more time.” She finally admits.

“Okay. You have two days,” Voight says standing up and walking over to his chair.

“Okay? Thats it?” She asks confused.

“That’s it. You need time, I gave you time.” He said sitting down and opening a case file.

Cassie looked at Jay again who was biting the inside of his cheek.

Looking back at her father who isn’t paying any attention to the pair now she rubbed the back of her neck.

“I- um, yeah, okay. I’ll let you know.” She said turning to walking out the door but Jay was blocking it.

Staring into space and not noticing the girl trying to leave, Jay finally moved once she cleared her throat muttering a quick ‘excuse me.’

“What was that about?” Erin asked as the pair walked out of Voight’s office catching the rest of intelligence’s attention.

Cassie walked closer to the other girl before disclosing what just happened.

“He just offered me a job.” She said emotionlessly crossing her arms and staring daggers into Lindsay’s eyes. Cassie didn’t say it loud enough for the rest of the unit to hear, but by Erin’s reaction they knew it was big.

“Are you serious!?” Erin shouted catching everyone’s attention again making Cassie’s eyes grow wide.

“Shhh,” the girl said glancing around at their audience. “C’mon.” She finally said bowing her head and walking out of the office with Erin following her.

Once they stepped outside the district to catch some fresh air, Cassie broke. Full pacing, chewing her lips, and lightly pinching her bicep with her crossed arms.

“He offered me a job!” She finally shouted looking at her just as shocked sister. The only difference is, Lindsay doesn’t show it as obviously.

“What are you going to do?” Erin asked sitting down on the bench.

Stopping in her tracks Cassie turns to do the same. Now instead of pacing, her leg is restlessly bouncing against the bench seat, slightly annoying Erin.

“I don’t know. I just got my paramedic certification and I’ve been promoted to PIC. I absolutely adore my partner, Sylvie Brett. The environment has relaxed since Matt and Dad have worked out their issues, I just, I’m at a loss right now.” She said resting her elbows on her knees.

“Okay, so what are some pros and cons of becoming a detective right now.” Erin pressed now rubbing circles against the other girls back.

“Well, I’ve already been through the academy and worked the streets, so I’d just come directly upstairs if I transfer. I get to work closer with you, Dad, and Jay. The hours seem pretty shit though,”

“And 24-48 hour shifts are any better?” Erin asked chuckling.

“You’re right.” Cassie said quietly.

“But I won’t get to wear my 5.11’s anymore.” Cassie said sadly looking over at her sister.

“What is that?”

“The EMS pants.”

“And?”

“And they made my butt look good. Sue me.”

Bursting into a fit of laughter, the girls took a few minutes to recollect their thoughts and calm down. All of the previous worries leaving Cassie’s mind, all except for one.

“What if I don’t have what it takes?” Cassie asked sitting up straight and looking dead ahead of her.

“In what way?”

“What if I won’t be able to solve the crimes or actually put people away? What if I’m just the weak link that’s going to make the whole unit drown?” She asks quieter truly unsure.

“If you didn’t have what it takes, do you really think Hank would’ve offered you the job?” Erin asked.

“Out of pity? Probably.” Cassie said knowing it wasn’t true.

“No. If you didn’t have what it took to be a good cop, Hank would not put the whole unit in jeopardy just to make you feel better in some way. Especially not out of pity.” Erin said looking over at her sister who knows better.

“How am I supposed to just quit my other job? Just walk in and say, ‘Hey here’s my two week notice, but scratch that and make it my last shift notice because instead of being a paramedic I’m gonna be a detective in a special unit! Don’t hate me, I know it’s only my third time switching my whole career field but you know, yolo!’”

“Precisely.” Erin joked earning an eye roll from Cassie.

Exactly two days later on the dot, Cassie had a plan.

Walking into 51, Cassie went straight to Chief Boden’s office.

“Sir, can I speak with you?” She asked knocking on his slightly cracked door.

“Yeah, come on in.” He said waving her in and taking his glasses off.

“So what’s this about? You’re not on shift until tomorrow.” He said as he watched her get comfortable in the seat before him.

“I-uh,” Cassie chuckled a little as she tried to fan her face so tears won’t fall. Taking a deep breath before continuing she looked her Chief in the eye and flashed a sympathetic smile. Taking the resignation slip out of her coat pocket, she layed the document on his desk.

“Cassie,” He said almost breathlessly as he stared at the pink slip before him.

“If this is about what happened a few days ago, you can take a few shifts off. You know, decompress. Cope. You don’t have-”

“It’s not about that,” Cassie interrupted.

“It’s not about that situation, or you, or anyone else here at 51. You guys are my family and I will forever cherish the experiences and connections I’ve made here.” Taking a pause Cassie glanced down at her now bleeding cuticles as she was picking at them nervously.

“As you may know, I used to be a cop at the 31st district. I completed the academy, and I was a patrolman for two years. In the middle of that, I realized that, that uniform was not for me. I realized I had another calling, and that was to be a paramedic. Thats why for the last three years I’ve worked my ass off, pardon my language, to become an EMT then a Paramedic, and now a PIC. But after what happened, they let me in the room to help question Lullo. To help get the confession from him, and I did. And it was euphoric. To be the one to help put someone behind bars that deserved it, that was my calling. That was my original intention of becoming a cop, and that’s why, when I got the job offer to become a detective, to continue my law enforcement career, I knew I couldn’t pass it up. Becoming a paramedic has been the best thing in my life, and I will forever be indebted to you, and everyone else that helped that dream come true. But I know becoming a detective, and doing real work besides patrolling the streets, that’s my life’s purpose.” Cassie finally said wiping a few stray tears.

Taking a deep breath and closing his eyes for a moment, Boden didn’t know what to say.

“As much as I admire your adaptability, and your ability to find purpose in so many things in life, I’ve got to say I’m disappointed. I’m obviously sad to see you go, I truly thought you had a big future here, and being a paramedic in general. Because you’re good at it. You’ve got the guts and the leadership skills to take charge and be the person everyone else looks up too in this community, but I understand you have to follow your gut. I understand you have bigger things to accomplish in life. Cassie, you’re going to do amazing no matter where you work, no matter what you do. I will always be here for you if you need anything, but I want you to consider your decision one last time. Because once I file this paper, you will never be a paramedic again. Not unless you go through the courses and training again. Do you understand that?” He finally asks looking at the girl.

Taking a pause and truly thinking everything over again. Cassie reluctantly nods.

“I understand.” She says now earning a slow nod from the man.

“Then I wish you well. You’re going to do great things.” He finally says standing up at the same time as Cassie and giving her a brief hug.

“Cassie wait,” He calls out making her stop in her tracks, “have you told anyone?”

“No.”

“Do you want to? That way you can break the news?”

Taking a deep breath and thinking it over, Cassie knew she wouldn’t be able to go through with this if she did, so in the most selfish way possible, Cassie shook her head.

“No.” She said now walking out.

As Cassie walked out to her car she let her tears free fall and pulled out her phone.

Cassie:“I’m in.”

Dad: “I know. I’ll see you Monday.”

tagging: @rockyhayzkid

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[libraryofloveletters]

Nothin’ I Wouldn’t Do For You

Kevin Atwater x Fem!Reader 

Warnings: a few birthday tears, reader and Kim are besties, alcohol and the consumption of. 

Word Count: 1,675 words

Author’s Note: Happy birthday Jill!! @hauntedmilkshakeghost <33 I've been looking for motivation to write for our fav guy and this seemed more than fitting! so here's a little birthday treat for you :) 

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The morning was dull, woken up to an empty house and no birthday cuddles from your boyfriend. It made you wonder if you missed a call from Voight but why wouldn’t Kevin wake you up?

Maybe he was planning to surprise you so you make your way downstairs to find the house empty. It stuck you as odd that Kevin wasn't home nor did he text you or leave a note.

It was almost 9:30 and you had to head out for work. Quietly and quickly, you get dressed and head out. You get a few birthday calls from family on your way in and when you get in, Trudy was sitting behind her desk.

“Mornin’ Sarge.” you smile, she glances up from her paperwork. “Hey, Voight just got in, you should head up.” Trudy nods towards the stairs.

You hum, signing the sheet in the sheet at the desk. You walk up the few stairs, your hand on the scanner when Trudy calls for you. 

“Happy birthday, kid.” she gives you a small smile.

“Thanks Sarge.” you return the smile, walking up the rest of the stairs.

Everyone’s at their respective desks, a bunch of flowers on your desk and balloons tied to it. The card attached to the flowers read; Happy Birthday Detective L/N. Thank you for everything - your family at intelligence

Your heart warms at the gesture but a little bummed that they weren’t from Kevin alone. It wasn't until you felt arms wrap around you that you realized you were at work. Someone’s arms were around you, giving you a squeeze, slightly picking you up off the floor.

“Happy birthday!” he kissed your cheek. “Thank you Ruz.” you smile, patting his arm.

The rest of the team comes over, all wishing you happy birthday and Kevin comes over last. He gives you a quick hug and a kiss before sitting on the edge of your desk, “any plans for tonight?” he asks.

You shook your head, “nothing really.”

“Cool.” Kev nods, getting up off your desk. You grab his hand before he walks off, he looks back at you. “Are you okay?” you ask.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” Kev’s brows furrow, looking at you.

“Just wondering.” you hum, letting go of his hand.

You felt like something was up, Kevin had been so distant lately and it was off putting. It made you feel like you had done something wrong even though you’re completely sure you didn’t.

Kim leans over from her desk, “hey,” she calls. “You don’t have plans tonight ?” she asks and you nod.

“Lemme take you out then, we can go for drinks or something.”

“Are you sure? Don’t you have plans with Adam?”

“No, plus he can wait.” She laughs, “drinks at Molly’s?”

You nod, smiling. “Yeah, sounds good.”

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It's a bit past seven and you’re meeting Kim at Molly's. You were finishing up some last minute paperwork so you said you would meet her there. Bracing yourself, you let out a breath as you open the door.

There was a little hope in you that there would be a surprise waiting for you, your boyfriend and your team standing by the door, the bar full of people with balloons and banners.

Yet, when you open the door, it’s empty. Kim sat at the bar, talking with Otis and there were a few other patrons scattered around the bar. You walk over, mustering up a smile.

“Hey!” Kim smiles, as you sit on the stool next to her. “Hi.” you smile, turning to Otis. “Can I get a margarita and another of whatever she’s drinking?” you ask him and he nods.

“I know it’s your birthday today,” Otis calls to you as he pours the liquid into the glass. He slides it over the counter and over to you, “so this one’s on me, just don’t tell Herrmann.” he chuckles, giving your hand a pat.

You smile, taking a sip. Kim makes casual conversation with Otis as you two drink. There's something digging at your heart, making you feel like you were going to puke.

Otis was someone you nearly saw other than when you were at Molly’s or if you hung out with Dawson and Shay but the fact that he remembered your birthday and your boyfriend didn’t made you so upset.

Your eye brimming with tears when Kim looks over at you. “Babe, what’s wrong?” She asks, voice filled with concern and she rests her hand on your arm. “What’s with the tears?”

Wiping away the stray few that fall, you shake your head. “I’m fine.”

Otis looks between the two women, “did I do something wrong here? Shay always tells me I don’t know how to talk to women.” he mumbles under his breath, exhaling as he pinches the bridge of his nose.

You chuckled through tears, “no, it's not you.” you say, sighing. Kim’s brows furrowed, eyeing you. “That’s bullshit. What’s wrong? Really?”

“I-'' you sigh, “Kevin’s being so distant lately. It just sucks because I thought he’d care more about his girlfriend’s birthday.” you tell her and Kim hums, listening to you. “I went all out for his birthday, you know that. I flew out Vinessa and Jordan, I threw him a party and we spent the entire week together. I just don’t understand the lack of interest here.”

“Kev’s been busy, and like you said, you flew his siblings out. You know he missed them.” Kim tells you, just irritating you further.

“C’mon Kim, let’s be real. I’m not comparing our situations but a little effort from him would be nice. I would have been happy with the two of us eating takeout on the couch.”

“Then let’s go.” She scoots off the stool, setting some cash on the counter.  You look at the woman, head cocked to the side with a look of confusion on your face. Kim grabs your hand, pulling you off your stool.

“Kim, where're we going ?”

“Back to your place, we’re gonna have takeout on the couch and we're gonna get wine drunk.” She smiles, pulling you out of the bar. “But I’m gonna need you to drive because Adam dropped me off.” Kim links arms with you as you two walked towards your car.

Kim lets you drive seeing that she had a few drinks prior to you arriving at Molly’s but you noticed how often Kim keeps checking her phone. “You okay?” you look over at the woman when you come to a stop at the light.

She nods, shutting off her phone. “Just Adam checking in. Wanted to see if we wanted some company.”

You hum, “yeah, tell him to come by.”

It didn’t take long for you to get back to the house. It was dark when you pulled into the driveway and Kim followed you to the door when you got out of the car. You fish your keys out of your pocket, unlocking the door.

The lights turn on, the living room full of people and the walls decorated, covered in balloons and streamers, a banner hanging from the arch above the dining room.

“Surprise!” They shout.

Kevin at the front of the crowd, a grin on his face. “Happy birthday baby.” He walks over, pulling you into a hug.

You look up at him before looking at the crowd, the team from intelligence as well as some of your friends from 81 and med but you can’t believe they’re actually there. “How- when'd you have time to plan all this?”

“Couldn’t have done it without Kim and Adam.” He glances at the brunette behind you who was cuddled into her boyfriend’s side.

You wrap your arms around Kev, leaning into his side. “Is this why you've been so weird lately ?” and Kevin chuckles. “Yeah, I didn’t want you to find out but do you know how hard it was to keep this from you?” he asks.

“It was breaking my heart to push you away like that but I know how nosy you are.” he pinches your side making you smile.

You untangle yourself from Kevin, making your way around the room to say hello to everyone. The rest of the night goes off without a hitch and everyone’s having a good time.

When it comes time to cut the cake, you keep bracing yourself for Jay or Adam to smoosh your face into the cake or rub frosting on it but yet they don't. You’re taking photos and Kim is taking one of you and Kev when you call the team to come over and take a group picture.

Kelly’s holding the phone and Stella counting down for all of you to smile when you feel something cold on either side of your face.

You realize it’s frosting and when you turn to see who it is, you assumed it’s Jay or Adam but you had a habit of rubbing frosting on them but you managed to surprise yourself. Hank and Antonio are looking at each other, frosting covering their fingers as they laugh.

You roll your eyes, “I cannot believe you two.” You turn, rubbing frosting on both of them.

That spirals into a full fledged food fight, all of you covered in frosting and cake.

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Kev’s got his arm around you, his finger trailing along your side. The two of you watching the reruns of whatever sitcom was playing on the tv. Adam’s snoring filled the silence, he and Kim crashing in the guest bedroom.

You glance up at your boyfriend, your hand reaching from his jaw before pulling him down to give him a kiss. Kevin smiles, “what was that for?” he mumbles against your lips.

Kissing him once more, you shrug. “Just a thank you.” you smile, resting your head against his chest.

“For what baby ?”

“For doing this.” you gesture to the living room, the balloons and streamers, the banners and what not.

Kevin smiles, kissing your forehead. “No need to thank me, there’s nothin’ I wouldn’t do for you.”

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Chicago P.D. Season 11 Episode 8

Voight

Damn. It’s really getting to him.

Hailey

Still not sleeping?

You training it something? Why you keep checking your time?

Bro if you shoot him and he did take your daughter, he can’t tell you shit.

What’s up with Petrovic?

Car seat but no baby.

Hailey the woman said she was no good in the field. You should’ve made her stay with the lady and you should’ve gone after the guy.

Miscellaneous

When your internet goes out so you can’t stream without interruptions until Saturday.🙃

I’m still fucked up about Noah.

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Chicago Intelligence Part 10 :)

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Y/N’s POV 

You didn’t even realize that you had fallen asleep. You were woken up by Maggie gently shaking you awake

 You opened your eyes with the sunlight blinding you. You reached out to Maggie and she helped you get up. 

“Hey is everything okay” You asked 

“Jubal and Tiff and even Scola are here their working on taking care of everything” Maggie said 

“What about Omar, is he okay?” You asked. 

“He’s good he’s still at the Jail but he’s in protective custody right now” Maggie said 

“Has anyone talked to him or at least seen him” You asked 

“Jubal has he’s in there with him now he’s not alone okay” Maggie said. Grabbing my hand and giving it a tight squeeze. 

“Okay good what do we do now” You asked eager to get this whole thing over with. 

“First you need to eat okay and relax. There is nothing for you to do now. We're Just waiting for the warrants to come in and then we're going to be handing them out” Maggie said. 

“Yeah but there has to be something I can do to help this get along” You asked. 

“No Okay there is some food I brought for you so you eat and take care of yourself okay.” Maggie said, smiling at you. 

“What about you, where are you going ?” You asked

“I’m going down to meet with the team and help them okay but I promise we will keep you updated every step of the way” Maggie said. 

“Thank you Maggie Really for everything” You told her 

“Of course we're family I gotta go okay but I’ll see you later”  Maggie said giving your hand one last squeeze and then heading out. 

You watched her go leaving you alone in the room again. A knot in your stomach was growing and you tried your best to make it go away.

 Maggie was right you probably did need to relax today. 

Knowing that the past week has been really hard and stressful. You were getting worried about the twins. 

Also Knowing that the stress wasn’t going to be good for them. So you decided it was best to take it easy. 

You got up and got the breakfast Maggie got you and headed back to the bed. You laid down ate and watched TV. 

It felt like the whole week was catching up to you because your body was hurting and it was so sore. Your feet were swollen and it also felt like your whole body was as well. 

The hours were just going by so slow. You kept glancing at the door hoping that Omar or someone would just come in. 

They would tell you everything was going to be okay. That we could all go back home. 

My anxiety was getting the better of me though. I don’t know if it was better to be out in the field or at home worrying. 

Suddenly your phone rang you jumped up and looked at it. It was a unknown number with a text telling you to meet them down by a shady part of town. Now a normal person would have said hell no. 

But for some reason you had this overwhelming feeling that you should go. So you got up and threw on some casual clothing and headed out.

 You debated on texting someone letting them know where you were going but you decided against it. 

They would tell you not to go which was the right thing to do but it was a lot harder said than done. 

In Chicago there were so many variants that it could have been. If it was back home in NYC then yeah you probably wouldn’t have gone. Which is way crazier when it’s said out loud. 

You headed out to the car and made sure you had all your locations on. The nerves were getting the better of you as you could feel yourself shaking.

 It felt like it took forever to get there. Which of course it did. 

Finally after a while you reached your destination and got out. There was a person in a black SVU who also got out of the car.

 You could feel your heart beating out of its chest wondering who it was. 

Then out came Hailey and Voight. You don’t know if seeing the two of them was a relief or should you be more worried. 

You hesitantly walk over and they meet you in the middle. 

“What do you want” You asked 

“You know what it is we want” Voight said 

“I thought we were family” Hailey said 

You didn’t even really saying anything because you don’t even remember the last time you had a full conversation with her. 

“Wow really when was the last time we idk hung out or talked” You said 

“And not that any of this matters but I didn’t know what where investigating when we came down to look for OA. We were just worried about him.” You said 

“Second of all I’m not the one who started any of this. Your not above the law you can’t do whatever you want and think it’s okay” You said 

“I don’t have time for this” You said 

“To busy serving those warrants” Voight asked. 

You just looked at him and laughed. 

“You are going to get everything you have coming to you and I can’t wait to watch” You said. 

“Really now I like to see you try” Voight said. 

“This is not okay things don’t work like this anymore. People need to be held accountable. For what they do.” You said 

“What about your dad” Hailey asked 

You looked at her and got upset. He didn’t deserve any of this. 

“You were the one who brought him into this. Made him turn into something that he never wanted to become” You said 

“If you really loved him the way you say you do then turn yourself in don’t let this become something more than it already is” You said 

Of course Hailey didn’t say anything. She just looked down at her shoes. You decided this conversation wasn’t going anywhere and it was best to leave. 

You turned and walked away getting into your car. You got in and then your phone went off again. This time it was someone you actually wanted it to be. 

Omar’s ID lit up the phone and you quickly answered it. 

“Hey where are you, are you okay?” You asked super fast. 

“Hey slow down okay I’m fine I technically bailed out and I’m back at the office with Jubal were good” Omar said 

You took a giant big breath you felt like a weight had been lifted off of your shoulder and chest. 

“I’m coming okay I wanna see you” You said 

“Okay of course I’ll be here waiting for you okay so please please be safe” OA said 

“I will I love you” You said 

“I love you more” OA said 

You ended the call and made your way over to him. It finally felt like everything was going okay. OA was safe. And all we needed was to finish handing out those warrants. 

You made your way down to the FBI field office. You drove faster than you should have if your being honest. But you were in such a rush to get there. 

Finally you made your way there and hurried out the car. Basically running up to where he was. 

When you got there he was sitting down at desk by himself. He was in his plain clothes. You could see his face and how tired he was. 

“Omar” You shouted. 

He looked up and smiled at you and stood up and jogged to where you were. He grabbed you in the tightest embrace you just both just sat like that. Enjoying each other’s embrace. 

Finally OA let go and he kissed the top of your head. He let go and looked down at you and took a hand and rubbed your belly for a second. 

“How are you really okay don’t lie to me” You asked 

“Tired but I’m just glad you here and your safe” OA said 

“I’m glad your here to. How much longer until this is all over” You asked 

“Not to much longer. We just word that Hailey and Voight are back at the unit and Jubal went over there.”  OA said 

“They made me wait here but It’s Okay I don’t mind I’m here with you” OA said grabbing your hand. 

“What about Maggie and Scola , and Tiff are they okay” You asked. 

“There good they made some of the lower arrest and now there meeting Jubal down at the district” OA said 

“So this is it really I mean were all done” You said 

“Were done and we are headed home okay. Tomorrow I promise and we are going to get back on track. We got our babies to be focused on” OA said. 

“I agree we also need a long vacation too. I wanna go somewhere warm and swim and have my feet in the sand.” You said laughing. 

OA grabbed you and pulled you in as close as he could and looked down and smiled at you.

“Sounds amazing honestly and I wanna see you in a nice bikini you would look so hot” OA said smirking at you. 

“Then once we go home your gonna take me away. We got time before the babies come” You said 

“It’s done I got you” OA said leaning down and kissing you. 

“Here sit down Let me get you something to drink and eat” OA said 

You sat down in the seat and then looked up at him and smiled and thanked him and he went off. 

You wanted to say you were fine but you know that was his way of showing he cared. That he needed it so you didn’t want to argue with him. 

He came back a few minutes later with one of those vending machine sandwiches two of them some chips and drinks. 

He sat allt the food down in front of you and then sat down next to you. 

You passed out the food evenly and he gave you a confused look on his face. 

“Well I sure as hell am not gonna eat all this myself” You said 

He laughed and opened up the food and you two started eating together. You both were hella hungry and devoured the food together. 

Omar’s phone rang and he picked it up. It was a little hard to follow what was going on because he wasn’t saying much to who ever was on the other line. 

He hung up the phone and looked at you and smiled. 

“They got them Hailey  and Voight. They served the warrants Maggie and Everyone are on the way back here” OA said smiling. 

“Thank goddess I am so proud of you. This was all you” You told him. 

“No No it was a joint effort” OA said ]

“No don’t do that your the one who came down here your the one who put themselves in danger this was all you.” You said 

OA smiled and quietly thanked you he could never openly admit credit for himself. Even when he deserved it.

A little while later the team came back and you both got up and greeted them. Everyone hugged each other. 

“Okay everyone I just want to say Good work out there we did good we got what we came for and thanks to OA justice was served” Jubal said. 

“No thank you everyone. This was all a team effort I’m glad we can wrap this up and go home” OA said 

“Cheers to that. Now let’s go out and celebrate we can finish paper work up back at home” Jubal said. 

“You guys go have fun there is someone I want to see before we go home” You said 

Everyone nodded and didn’t fight against it. They all knew who you were going to see anyways. 

You headed out and made your way down. You thought this victory would make you feel good. But it always hurt when people were left behind to clean up the mess. 

You got into your car and drove down. Looking around at the city you grew up in. It no longer was your home anymore. A sad and bitter feeling it was. 

You made your way to his apartment building and went up to his unit. You knocked on the door. The nerves were strong and after a few moments your dad opened up the door. 

He looked defeated and upset and you couldn’t imagine what he was going through. 

“You just gonna stand there or are you coming in” Jay asked giving you a smile. 

You walked in and he shut the door behind him and walked over to you. He gave you a big hug. And you hugged him back. 

“I love you” Jay said 

“I love you more” You said 

“I don’t think that’s possible” Jay said 

You both let go and you looked at him with a look on your face that was confused and upset . 

“You don’t hate me” You asked 

Jay looked at you taken back at what you had just said. 

“I could never hate you ever. I love you more than anyone in this world and what happened wasn’t your fault I don’t blame you one bit” Jay said 

“What are you going to do now” You asked. 

“I don’t know honestly. But I think I need to take a step back from Intelligence. I was in talks before this about teaching at the academy. Making sure things are taught right the first time.” Jay said 

“You would be amazing at that and they would be so lucky to have you” You told him.

“What about Hailey” You asked 

“I think I need to move on start fresh. Figure some things out for myself” Jay said 

“Your gonna be okay I know it” You said 

“Well I got my grandbabies to look forward to” Jay said 

“We can’t wait for you to come down and be there and meet them” You said 

“I can’t wait either” Jay said. 

“How about you stay here tonight we can have dinner and watch movies together just like we used to” Jay asked. 

“I would love to” You said.

You made sure to text OA and tell him where you were spending the night at. 

You went into your old room and found some old oversized clothes you used to have and changed into. Pulling the bedding off and headed back out. 

You both headed to the couch and the two of you spent the time together. It was nice and I think you both needed it before you left. 

After dinner and a couple of movies together you both fell asleep on the couch. Proving no matter how old you were you still needed your dad with you. 

The morning came and you kinda didn’t want to leave so soon. You felt like this was the worst way to come down and bond but you were glad it had a happy ending with him. 

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Four Months Later…. 

You were back in NYC and things were finally normal again. You and OA went on a trip when you came back. A last minute trip to Mexico for a week and it was amazing. It was like you both needed the moment to gather yourself together. 

Not to mention OA looked hella hot in his bathing suit shorts all though. You didn’t see him that much. 

Also you came back with a nice surprise. OA had asked you to marry him. And of course you said Yes. You both were over the moon. 

You guys has been busy getting the nursery together and nesting really was a thing. Everything was going good. 

The twins were healthy and strong. OA was thriving and he was doing a lot better. 

The babies were coming soon. You picked out names finally. The boy was named after OA’s day with Joseph as the middle name.

 The girl was Named after his Grandmother with Maggie as a middle name. 

Jay was doing good to. He left intelligence and became a instructor at the academy. Him and Hailey didn’t last. But he was happy working on himself. 

Kevin became the new Leader of Intelligence after passing his detective exam. They got a new guy named Torres to Join at Jay’s recommendation. 

Hailey took a deal. She avoided prison time by turning in Voight. She left Chicago and started over somewhere else. Part of you felt bad knowing Voight just brought her down with him. 

Jay and Will were coming down in a few weeks in order to be there for you when you gave birth. 

Justice was severed that day. No matter how hard it is you always have to do the right thing no matter what. 

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Tacones Rojos

Fandom : Chicago PD TV Word count : 4,242 words Pairing : Jay Halstead x reader Author's note : This is the sixth one shot of "Will you follow through if I fall for you" fic continuation. It would be better if you read it first. But if you don't, here's the quick summary. Warning : There is an implied/referenced suicide here. I won't be offended if you back away from the fic because of this. The reference is tiny, non explicit. But it's better to be overcautious than underestimating a possible trigger. I love you, please take care of yourself!

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Jay opens the door and lets himself into the house. It has been a good day at work. For once, Chicago's finest criminals are not making too much fuss. The Intelligence Team could get off of work before sundown. They decide to go out for dinner to celebrate Voight’s birthday, which should have been last month, but they were just too busy before.

"Babe?" Jay calls you out.

"Bathroom!" You holler back to let him know where you are. "Thank god you are here early. I thought I had to pick you up at the precinct."

"You haven’t had dinner yet, have you?" Jay walks further into the house. "The team is..." He pauses at the bathroom door, whistling at the vision in the mirror.

There you are in a black dress, sporting a low neckline. The dress has tiered skirts that fall above your knees. It looks lavish yet still modest. Jay fails to figure out how you do it. All he knows is that you look stunning.

Standing behind you, Jay wraps his arms around your waist. "Hi, gorgeous," He kisses your neck. "God, you smell wonderful." Jay moves to kiss the other side. "Not that I mind this lovely welcome, but what's the occasion?"

"You don't remember?" You look to your side without moving away from his embrace.

Jay frowns, "What? I didn't forget your birthday, did I?" He jokes.

You turn around, resting your hip on the bathroom counter. One of your eyebrows raises, full of judgment.

"I'm pretty sure it is not our anniversary?" Jay asks meekly.

Now both of your eyebrows turn into an arch.

"Well, I'm sorry I don't remember," In an attempt at his apology, Jay brings your hands to his lips. "Please..."

"I have this invite from The Tribune, a dinner party for their contributors," You let go of his hands. Turning back to face the mirror, you put on the last touch of your makeup. "I told you about this, right? They invited me since I am writing for their music column now."

"Ah, yes," Jay grimaces. "That is tonight?"

"Yeah. I thought you were here early because you remembered."

"Sorry," Jay shrugs his shoulders. "I was going to take you to the Chop House. The team is celebrating Voight’s birthday tonight."

"Wasn’t it like a few weeks ago? I remembered sending him a bottle of malt for a gift." You glance at Jay's reflection in the mirror as you put on a pair of earrings.

"It was, but we haven’t had the chance to celebrate it until tonight."

"Well, I guess we have to skip his party then." You usher Jay and walk with him to step out of the bathroom.

"Let’s go to Chop House first, just to say hi. Then we will go to your party." Jay proposes his plan.

You scoff at his idea. "It is not my party. It is the Chicago Tribune Contributors Dinner." You sit carefully on the couch before putting on a pair of red strappy heels. "It is a formal dinner, Jay. Suit and tie and invites and all." You gesture to your whole look from top to toe. "You cannot be as late as you want."

You stand up and continue your ranting. "Seriously, I don’t know why I expect any difference this time. It is such a classic thing Jay Halstead would do. You always think about your team first. Everything else comes second."

"Hey, that’s not true!" Jay snaps back. "Look, I’m sorry I forgot about your dinner invites, but it doesn’t mean I care more about my job than about you." Jay is perplexed to find out how dinner invitations could turn into spats. Is it so unforgivable to forget something?

"I tried, Jay. I tried as much as I could to understand that your job comes first. I accepted that your team is your family. I get it, Jay! I wish you could give me even a tiny part of that same devotion you have for them."

"Well, it seems you understand nothing, huh, Y/N?" Jay gets provoked by the high tension. "Because all I heard here is that you complained about all the time spent at my job. Do you want to talk about my work? Then I should have brought about your job in the first place." Jay points his finger in your direction. "I never say anything when you have gone abroad for weeks to make some music and million dollars. So maybe, it is you who is not devoted to this relationship."

You feel enraged by his accusation. You wanted to fight back, but fighting with words is not your best forte. You would only end up choking and crying, which you have no time for now.

"You know what? I cannot do this with you right now." You check your purse. "I’m almost late. Please send my apologies to your team." You grab a coat on your way out. "Don't forget to lock up when you go."

With that, you leave the house and your angry boyfriend in it.

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“What are you doing here? I thought you had an important dinner date with your Dancing Queen?” Hailey asks Jay when he comes to the steak house by himself.

"Stop calling her that." Jay scolds his partner.

"Well, she danced, and she acted like a diva. I'm just calling what I'm seeing." Hailey shrugs.

"You never saw her dance, you liar!" Jay laughs. "For a DJ, she is an awful dancer."

"But you agree that she is a diva wannabe," Hailey points out what Jay left out.

"No, she is not. Just because she is the only famous musician you met doesn't mean she is a diva." Jay rolls his eyes. "You should give her a chance, Hailey. You keep offending her like this without getting to know her personally. It is not fair, you know?" Jay defends his girlfriend.

"Well, if she were here now, I would." Hailey takes a sip of her beer.

“No, you would not,” Jay calls out her bullshit.

“No, I probably wouldn’t,” Hailey admits with a cunning grin. “So you bailed on the dinner date, huh?”

“It was more like I forgot. But apparently, that is a punishable crime.” Jay frowns in disgust.

“Ah, lovers’ quarrel. I will not touch that with a ten-foot pole." Hailey raises her hands. “You guys are fun to watch, like a teenage drama. Sickeningly sweet in one episode, then broke up in the next one.”

Jay rolls his eyes, “We are not breaking up. We are just having a spat.”

“The fact that you pointed it out makes you sound like a teenage boy,” Hailey teases him. “Relax. The thing about a diva is that they are fickle. By tomorrow, you will be madly in love again."

“Ergh, I don’t know why I bother to talk to you about this.” Jay waves his hand, terminating their conversation. "You are not helping,"

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Two hours into the event, you are getting bored already. The party is fun, and the food is alright, but your heart's not in it. Mostly, it was because you left home with a bitter taste of fighting with your boyfriend. Deep down, you understand that you are not being fair to Jay. His job is hard on your relationship, but your frequent trips abroad for your job are also not easy to handle. Neither of you nor Jay is entitled to feel singled out. This evening spat was just you losing grip of your insecurity, and you lashed it out at Jay.

However, you are too upset to admit that you are in the wrong as much as Jay. Right now, your fight response still runs high. It is almost 9.30 PM. It would be too late to visit your usual jiu-jitsu dojo. The one near Grant Park might still be open, though, you remind yourself. Sparring for an hour and a half would be good before you face Jay. That way, you hope to get rid of any negative energy. Then, you can talk to Jay more openly.

You leave the party around 10 PM. Instead of calling a cab, you walk to the bus stop. There is a gas station and a minimarket across the street. You decide to drop by for a bar of chocolate. It is far from the artisan dark chocolate you have at home, but you always have this craving for chocolate at an upsetting moment. Chocolates, and physical fights, are now becoming your antidepressant.

You smile at the middle-aged guy at the cash register who hands you your purchase. The bell above the door clinks as three guys step into the store. They go straight to the alcohol section.

The guy at the register sighs loudly. He looks about the same age as Jay’s brother, Will, but the suffering on his face might add a few years more. “Delinquents,”

You nod your understanding and offer him another smile in farewell. “Have a good night,”

The street is pretty deserted as you walk to the bus stop. Not a lot of people walk around. There are only a couple of cars passing by. You open and take a bite of the chocolate bar, waiting for your bus to come. You notice the guys are leaving the store with beer bottles in their hands. They cross the street and hang around the bus stop.

Before long, the catcalls begin.

“Where are you going, long legs?” One of them asks you. “Those heels, woohoo. I could climb those legs forever,”

Ignoring them should be the right way to go, you think. As the wind picks up, you tighten your coat to warm yourself.

“I wonder, what's under the coat? What do you think, dude?” The punks talk to each other.

“Tight dress,”

“Lace,”

“Nothing, maybe?”

"Eeeey!" They trade high fives and cackles, supporting the others' wild imaginations. All while they are stepping closer to where you stand.

From across the street, you hear the cash register guy shout, “Hey, leave her alone, you scoundrel!”

You understand how this looks. Some crooks are harassing a woman. People with high morals will try to help, of course. It is normal to assume a young woman will be helpless. But this time, they have the wrong assumption. Because as far as you can see, there are no vulnerable women around here.

Honestly, you feel giddy. You might not have to go to the dojo for a fight after all.

“What are you gonna do, old man?” One of the punks challenges him. He dares to grab your ass, taunting the cash register guy.

Yes, you got your fight! You are fist-pumping internally.

In a blink of an eye, the guy who touches you drops down on the pavement, holding his hand in pain. His friends look shocked for a moment. But being beaten down by a girl would be embarrassing.

“You, bitch!”

Naturally, they quickly strike back.

The fight is pretty one-sided. Three street thugs are no match for one jiu-jitsu purple belt. A throw down this way. Another sweep that way. One chokehold here. Lock that arm there. If they resist, then broken bones are unavoidable. It is not your fault that they decide to disturb a woman who just happened to be a jiu-jitsu student.

Until the punk that first went down gets back up to point a gun at you.

You let out a groan, “Seriously?” You hate guns. It is not because you are afraid of them or have any doubt about your bare hand fighting skill. You know it would only take you five seconds to unarm that guy. But firearms are loud and they tend to get messy. The ringing in your ears, the smell of powder residues, not to mention the blood stains. Ughh.

You make a side step forward as the man pulls the trigger. A slight miscalculation on your side allows the bullet to graze your arm. But in 20 seconds, the gun finds its way to your hand. The previous holder of the gun is down on the pavement with his palm under your pointy heels. The guy yells in pain, calling all deities and dirty words in the same sentence.

“Drop the gun!” You look up to find a cop car on the side of the road, and two police officers point their guns at you. “Drop the gun and show your hands!” The officer repeats.

You release the magazine from the gun before tossing it to the ground. That skill you learn not from the dojo but instead from your boyfriend. One of the officers then moves to secure your hands behind your back with cuffs.

“Oww,” You moan once you feel the wound on your arm.

◢◤

Trudy Platt is doing a crossword puzzle at her station when she sees a couple of her patrol officers bring a familiar face into the station. She stops the officers on their way, “Hey, Reyez, what happened here?”

“Dispatch called for a possible assault at South Western Avenue. Found this lady beating down three guys. All of them were at The Med now. One was unconscious. Another one ended up with a broken arm. The other’s leg was…” The officer shivers as he remembers the abnormal angle the guy’s leg was.

“Have you asked her to explain what happened?”

“She refused to talk outside this specific precinct, Sarge,” Officer Harris answers the sergeant.

Platt throws a disbelieving look at her officers and you.

“Hi, Sergeant Platt,” You grin at Trudy. “I’d wave, but…” You wiggle as much as you can, being restrained by Officer Harris.

“Why, you little diva,” Platt sighs out loud. She returns to her desk to make a phone call.

“Should I continue to process her, Sarge?” Officer Reyez asks.

Sgt. Platt waves her hand dismissively, “Just put her in the holding cell for now,”

◢◤

The ringing of Voight's cell phone interrupts the laughter at their table. Their meals have been polished by now. They are still around for glasses of wine, fingers of bourbon, and lots and lots of beer. They might've as well moved to a bar, but they're too full to get up from their chairs.

"Voight," The leader answers his phone. The team watches him, hoping they don't get called for a case.

Voight listens in silence for a few moments until he lets out an "Excuse me?" in an indignant tone. "What was that again?"

It seems the person on the phone repeats the same message because Voight shakes his head as if to disagree. "Okay, just stay put. We'll be right there,"

"Please don't tell me we got a case, Sarge. My ribeye has not fully digested yet," whines Adam as he pats his stomach.

"No, no. We're still on stand down. It's just Platt needed me back at the station," Voight pushes himself out of the chair. He opens his wallet and hands his credit card to Kim. "One more round, then wrap this up. Can't let you alcoholics break my wallet," The team laughs at him. Voight nods his head in Jay's direction. "Halstead, you need to come with me,"

"Sarge?" Jay stands up from his chair, confused.

"Good night, guys. See you tomorrow," Voight waves goodbye and leaves the table. He doesn't wait to see if Jay follows him. Voight expects him to.

Jay looks around questioningly at the table. However, the rest of the team is as perplexed as him.

"Go." Hailey ushers him to follow their leader. "Give us a call if you need help,"

"Hopefully you won't, but yeah, man, let us know if you need anything," Adam echoes the sentiment.

Jay quickly catches Voight on his way out of the restaurant.

"You good to drive, Halstead?" Voight asks him.

"Legally? Probably, no. But, I'm good, Sarge," Jay admits to his leader. He might be a little tipsy, but he drove in a worse state before, and it was fine.*)

"Okay then, meet me back at the station," Voight orders him. "Safely, Jay," He emphasizes his point.

"Yes, sir. Can I ask what this is about, Sarge?" Jay cannot hold his curiosity.

"I'll tell you when we get to the precinct," Voight leaves Jay with that.

◢◤

"Ah, good, you're here," Trudy greets them from her desk as soon as she sees Voight and Halstead. She hands a piece of paper for them to read.

Jay widens his eyes as he reads the report, "What the fuck is this?"

"You sort it out. It's not like I have no other papers to file anyway," Platt waves them to the holding cell direction.

"Sarge, this cannot be true, right?" Jay questions his boss.

"Let's ask Y/N," Voight leads them to the temporary cell.

They walk inside the precinct and stop in front of the iron bars. There is only one person there, and it's you.

"Y/N!" Jay calls your name. "You okay?"

"Hi, Jay! Fancy seeing you here. I'm great! Bullet wound and all," You grin from the bench inside the holding cell. "Oh, good evening, Sergeant Voight," You wave to the elder man.

"If you don't want to come to my birthday dinner, you should've said so, Y/N. No need to make some fuss with this arrest." Voight quips.

You snort a laugh, "Sorry, sir."

"Can we not joke about this? I thought you were at the Tribune party, Y/N. Why are you on the street getting shot and beating people up?" Jay sounds agitated.

"Well, they were bothering me with the catcalls. It was creepy as hell. Then one of them got physical. So I got physical too, you know what I mean?" You shrug your shoulders.

"Yeah, I know. I read the report," Jay huffs in exasperation.

"In an actual, official report? Oh, wow. I didn't expect that." You sound impressed with yourself.

"Of course, there is a report. You almost killed three men!! Do you understand that??" Jay is getting more hysterical.

"Almost is the operative word," You calmly point out.

Jay pinches his nasal bones in distress. "Can I get her out of here, Sarge?" He finally asks Voight.

Voight watches their banter with his hands in his pockets. He takes a moment to ponder.

"Hey, Y/N. What brought up this urge to kill?" Voight questions you.

"Sir?" You don't catch what he meant.

"I know you hold a purple belt. You practice jiu-jitsu a lot. Usually, you are more patient and tolerant than this," Voight elaborates. "So, I asked again, what happened tonight?"

You know what happened tonight. Pent up frustration at Jay and at yourself that has been left unsolved. If you didn't leave the house angry at your partner, you probably would not have to spend the night in a police station.

You keep your mouth shut, not interested in letting Voight know the truth. You look down at your feet, breaking eye contact with the sergeant. Your feet are bare since the officers asked you to take your heels off. Assault weapons, they said. You stepped your weight on someone's palm and broke their fingers along the way. Killer heels indeed.

Jay also decides to look away from you and Voight. The sergeant notices this. So both of them understand the reason, which clued him in on why this happened.

"I see how it is," Voight exhales. "Alright, I give you an out this one time, Y/N. Next time you beat thugs on the street, try harder not to kill them, okay? Refrain yourself to bump and bruises only,"

Jay gapes at his leader, "Sarge!" He cannot believe Voight is validating your violent action.

You throw a half smile at Voight, "Thank you, sir,"

"And make sure you come to the next team hangout, whenever that happens." Voight continues his order.

"I'll try, Sarge,"

"No, no. Don't just try. You have to be there," Voight corrects you. "First third rounds shall be on you. That's the least you can do after crashing my party," Voight then leaves the couple to sort that damn paper Platt has on her desk.

Jay goes with him to find the officer who holds the cell key. When he gets the door open, he notices your feet are bare. "Where're your shoes?"

"Don't know," You shake your head. "Evidence, maybe?"

"What the fuck are your shoes doing in Evidence?" Jay mutters as he steers you to Sgt. Platt's desk.

"You need to sign this," Trudy pushes some papers towards you. "And these are the rest of your belongings,"

First, Trudy puts a plastic bag that holds your purse and its content. You only bring your phone, your ID and a few notes. They are all there.

Then she follows with your shoes. You groan in regret at the sight of your poor shoes. One of the heels broke. The intricate strappings are all snapped and tangled. You have no idea if they are salvageable.

"They are my favorite stilettos," You pout.

"Should have thought twice before aiming that blade into someone's hand," Trudy tells you straight, sans empathy.

She finally puts the last item on her desk, which is your coat.

The coat has a new decoration now. There is one bullet hole in the left upper arm. You remember being grazed by a bullet earlier this night. A paramedic tended your wound at the crime scene. You can still feel the twinge at the bandaged arm even now.

Your eyes begin to tear up upon seeing the state of the outerwear. It was a gift from your dear friend who took his own life a few years ago. It saddened you to find his last gift was ripped by common thugs on the street. It felt like you tainted his memories for something mundane and avoidable. If only you agreed with Jay this evening, none of these would happen. You quickly wipe the corner of your eyes before the tears fall.

Jay doesn't miss that. Without saying anything, he brings you into a hug. Jay never met that friend, but he knows how important he was to you. His sudden departure shook you hard. It made you stop working for months. Until Jay forced you to speak, telling him how you feel, what your thoughts about it. They discussed how to move forward. How wilting away in sorrow was disrespectful to that friend’s life and legacy. Only then you were willing to enter your studio to make music again.

"Shh, it's okay, Love. You're okay," Jay whispers sweet nothings in your ears. He peppers your head with comforting kisses. "We can fix it," Jay promises. You know that he is not just talking about the torn coat.

Not knowing the story behind the coat, Trudy asks rudely, “What? Was it a $30k coat? Yeah, I would cry over that too,"

Above your head, Jay glares at Trudy’s insensitivity. Instead of being sad, her comment makes you laugh. You let go of Jay’s embrace and put on the holey coat. “Nah. If the coat were that expensive, those guys would be dead already,” You retort.

“New house rule! No more violence from you except at the dojo!” Jay points a finger in your direction, enforcing his words. “No assaults, no slaughters, especially over a piece of clothes!”

“We’ll see about that, babe. We’ll see…” You pat him on the shoulders, unconvinced by his rule.

“I don’t need to know your household issue. Get out of here, you rascals!” Trudy shoos them out of the precinct.

◢◤

At home, you and Jay are back in the bathroom. Still wearing your party dress, you sit on the closed toilet. Jay crouches next to you as he repatches your bullet wound.

“Sorry, sorry,” Jay whispers when he sees you wincing.

“I think that is my line,” You tell him.

“Huh?” Jay asks, distracted as he tightens the bandage. “All done,” His face is still hovering around your shoulder, checking his handiwork.

You look to your left. Without prompts, you catch Jay's lips in a kiss.

“I’m sorry,” You murmur. “for tonight. I should not be angry at you for such trivial things,”

Jay shakes his head, “No, I’m sorry I forgot. I should have paid better attention to you and our relationship,”

“I didn’t mean it when I said those things. I was just upset. Not a great excuse, but I’m still sorry. I know you are in this 100%.” You tell him, still in a quiet tone. As if increasing your voice would break the mood. “And so am I. Please, believe me,” You grab his hands to convince him.

Jay shushes you, “I know. I should not accuse you like that. I know it was wrong, I’m sorry. You should know that I have never doubted you, your love, or your commitment,” He presses his lips to yours in assurance. “Ever.”

You twitch your lips, smiling, “I guess both of us have apologized and forgiven, then?”

Jay nods, “Uh huh. You know what to follow, right?” He replies with an indecent grin.

“I’m not sure,” You play along. “You better show me what it is,” You wrap your hands above Jay’s shoulders, placing your palms behind his neck.

Jay pulls you up to your feet. His hands wander from your back to your hips. “I will. As soon as I find the damned zipper on this dress.”

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I Promised You Forever | Jay Halstead

⚠️ THIS IS A REPOST FROM MY MAIN BLOG @/DLMLUFICS.

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Request: From anon

Fic Type: Imagine

Warnings: A little angst. A little fluff. Mentions of a shooting and surgeries.

Word Count: 945

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“Get to Med… Jay’s been shot.” 

As she waits in the waiting room at Gaffney Chicago Medical Center, the sound of her sergeant’s words echoes in her ears. Her heart is racing, her knee is bouncing, her hands are trembling, and dried up tear streaks run down her face. She feels like she’s been sitting in the room for an eternity, waiting for any news about her husband’s condition. He was already in surgery by the time she got at the hospital, which was a little more than two hours ago.  

“Y/N!” she hears her partner, Kim Burgess, call out as she approaches her. When the brunette reaches her, she embraces her tightly. 

After Jay and Y/N revealed their relationship to Voight, the two women became partners. They’ve been like sisters since they went through the academy together, and they got even closer after Y/N and Hailey Upton were transferred to Intelligence after Erin Lindsey left.  

“Has there been any news?”  

“I haven’t heard anything; Will just went to see if he can get an update,” she says before breaking down again. “I can’t lose him, Kim,” she cries into the shoulder of her best friend. “I can’t do it without him. We just got married. I can’t be without him.”  

“Jay’s strong; he’ll get through this,” Kim reassures her as she rubs her back and squeezes her even tighter; it crushes her heart to see her best friend and chosen sister like this. 

“Did you get the person who shot him?” she says, pulling away from Kim and angrily wiping away the fresh set of tears that are falling.  The anger in eyes and voice wasn’t intended for her partner, or Adam who had been with Jay at the time of the shooting, or the rest of their team but at the guy who fired the gun at her husband and shot him. She begged Hank to give her five minutes with the person when they apprehended him, but Hank ordered her to stay at the hospital because that’s where she needed to be the most and swore he wouldn’t go easy with the guy. 

Kim replies, moving to sit in the chair next to the one she was in, “He’s in custody. Voight’s making his life a living hell, I’m sure of it.”  

She sits back down next to her and asks, “How’s Ruz?”  

“He’s blaming himself,” Kim replies. “He’ll be here when he’s cleaned himself up, and the others will be here after they’ve finished with the interrogation.”  

She nods, letting Kim know she heard her. 

Minutes pass as they sit in quiet, Kim holding her hand and reminding her that she is not alone. Will eventually returns and informs her that there haven’t been any updates just yet before he leaves once more to grab them all some coffee.  

Just as Will comes back with Adam following behind him, the surgeon walks into the waiting room. 

As he approaches, Y/N and Kim get to their feet. As the doctor begins to talk, Will moves to stand next to his sister-in-law. “Surgery went smoothly. We removed the bullet, stopped the bleeding, and repaired the damage the bullet caused. Jay will make a full recovery, but he will need to take it easy for some time.”  

Y/N exhales with relief, “I’ll make sure he does. Can we see him?”  

“Two at a time,” the doctor says with a nod.  

“Adam and I will go update everyone,” Kim says to her and Will before exiting the waiting room with Adam.  

The doctor leads Will and Y/N to the room where Jay has been moved. Jay opens his eyes and looks sleepily at his wife and brother as soon as they enter the room.  

“Oh, baby,” Y/N breathes as she walks over to his bed and takes his hand in hers, looking at him with tenderness. “Please don’t put me through that again.”  

“I can’t make any promises,” he says drowsily with a small smile. He raises her hand and kisses the back of it.  

“How are you feeling?” Will asks as he stands beside Y/N.  

Jay jokes with a slight smirk on his lips, “Like I was shot.  

Y/N scowls at him, not in the mood for jokes right now, and says, "Don’t joke.” 

“You love me, and you know it,” he gives her a small smile letting her know he’s teasing her.  

“I need to get back to work, but I’ll stop by after my shift,” Will tells his brother, stopping Y/N from that is retaliating. “I’ll make sure to bring you some decent food.”  

“Thank you, Will,” she says as he exits the room. Looking back at her husband, she sits on the edge of the hospital bed, clutching his hand on her lap. “I was so scared I would lose you.”  

“I’m not going anywhere,” he assures her. “We still have a lot to do together.”  

She leans down and gives him a soft kiss while whispering, “I love you.”  

“I love you too,” he replies as he kisses her again. “Now, come lie down with me.” 

“You’ve just gotten out of surgery. I don’t want to cause you more pain.”  

“They’ve got me on the good stuff, honey, and after what I just went through, all I want to do is hold my wife and remind her that us Halstead’s aren’t easy to take down,” he says and pulls her close to him, moving them so she can lay down beside him.  

With his arm across her shoulders and her head on his, he presses a kiss to her forehead and whispers, “I promised you forever. I’m keeping that promise.” 

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Your dog is eating my sandwich

Sergeant Hank Voight x fem!reader

Summary: Your dog might have eaten someone's sandwich and that someone is none other than sergeant Voight.

Wordcount: 1k

Warnings: None

A/N: So, this is my first try at a Hank Voight one shot. I hope you like it 🥰

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Your dog wasn’t necessarily well behaved, but when you saw what unfolded in front of your eyes, you realized this was a low point in your mediocre dog raising. Bea the Basset Hound has always been an easy dog. She was patient, walked well on a leash and ninety percent of the time listened instantly to you.

Today was no such day. Her leash slipped out of your fingers and while you were yelling: ‘Bea, come back here this instant!’ Bea kept on walking/galloping, because your dog didn’t run. She galloped, as she followed her nose.

Normally, you’d laugh at how ridiculous it looked. Now, you were on the verge of either a mental breakdown or something that would probably qualify you for anger management. 

And then it happened.

Your dog, the Basset Hound that listened to the name Bea of all names, was running and jumped into what appeared to be a pretty expensive black car. ‘What the hell?’ the person who owned the car said, visibly confused, staring at my dog sitting on the passenger seat.

‘Bea, get your ass out of that car!’ you yelled and once you were close, you saw your dog was now eating something.

‘Is that your dog?’

Oh gosh, the man had a deep and raspy voice and looked so hot in his leather jacket, it made you lose both your ability to speak and to muster up human decency. While Bea was gobbling on whatever she found, you finally snapped back into reality after you got lost in the man’s beautiful eyes and said: ‘Yeah, she’s mine.’

‘Your dog is eating my sandwich,’ he stated.

‘Oh no,’ you said, letting a second if not two go by, before you realized: you had to do something about that. ‘Oh no!’ you repeated loudly. You leaned in the car, grabbed the hound by her collar and lifted her up from the seat. Bea licked her lips, wagged her tail lazily, clearly not knowing she’d done something terribly. ‘I’m sorry,’ you told the man. ‘This is very embarrassing and inconvenient for you, especially because it was your sandwich.’

Cool, yeah, state the obvious. Like he needs that. 

He appeared unbothered. You on the other hand were everything but unbothered. Your eye landed on his police badge. 

To make things even worse, he was a police officer?

Shoot me now you thought to yourself.

‘Was this against the law?’ you asked. ‘Therefore giving you a reason to arrest me? Or Bea for that matter, since she’s the one who ate your sandwich and while she’s five years of age in dog years, she’s thirty five in human years.’

You hoped the officer thought it was funny—because you thought it was absolutely hilarious—but he still didn’t smile.

So, you tried one last thing to make up for it.

‘I can buy you another sandwich.’

‘We can start with that.’

Great, he wasn’t happy about the situation and you understood why. It was his sandwich after all. Together with Bea, who all of the sudden turned into valedictorian of doggy training school, you made your way to a cafe.

‘I can buy you coffee,’ you said. ‘Coffee. Sandwich. For you. If you want. If not, that’s fine. Then only a sandwich.’

Unable to speak coherently, he seemed to understand you. He nodded at you and you ordered two coffees and a sandwich of his liking. 

As he gave the specifics of his order to the guy behind the counter, the mysterious police officer placed a fifty bill on the counter.

‘No, no, no, wait, I was supposed to buy you another sandwich,’ you said. ‘Please don’t do that. I need to make up for this. Sir, this is all rather confusing to me, so please just cooperate and allow me to pay for it.’

As the officer received his change, he smirked and for the first time he was approachable and not as scary. ‘I think scaring you into thinking that is enough.’

You were still holding your breath. ‘You weren’t mad?’ you asked, your voice a little squeaky.

‘Confused, but not mad.’

‘Oh my,’ you sighed. ‘I have stress sweat everywhere thanks to you.’ You placed your hand on your heart, feeling it pound. ‘I thought you were going to arrest me,’ you said, as you and Bea stepped to the side as your order was being prepared, the officer following suit. 

‘I would never,’ he told you. ‘You okay?’

‘I think my heart will not last me till ninety, but other than that I’m fine,’ you admitted. ‘Just glad me nor my dog is going to jail.’

He chuckled. 

‘I’m Y/N by the way,’ you said, ‘and this is my dog Bea, in case you had not caught up on that.’

‘Bea the Basset Hound,’ he said. ‘Interesting name. I’m Hank Voight,’ he said. 

‘Hank Voight, Chicago PD,’ you chuckled. ‘Has a nice ring to it.’

‘Sorry if I scared you,’ he said. 

‘I kinda deserved that one, for having a dog who clearly doesn’t know proper etiquette.’

With your coffees and the newly bought sandwich, you and Hank Voight, Chicago PD made your way out. You stopped in front of his car. 

‘Well, officer, I’ll leave you to it. Have a great day, protect the city from crime and watch your sandwiches.’ You waved and turned around. ‘Come on, Bea.’

But Bea wasn’t moving. Instead she kept looking at the police officer. 

‘Bea,’ you said, pulling her leash. ‘Come with me, girl.’

And then she started howling.

Okay, that is insanely embarrassing. 

‘Bea!’

Hank Voight made his way over to her and crouched down. ‘What’s up, girl?’ he asked her, as he scratched her behind her ear. Hank Voight looked up at you and was clearly hesitating. 

‘What’s wrong?’ you asked.

He stood up and held out his hand. 

‘Am I suppose to guess what you want? I’m just a regular girl with a dog, not a mind reader. You want my hand in marriage?’

‘Your phone,’ he said, cocking an eyebrow in the process. ‘So I can put my number in it and if you or Bea or you and Bea are ever in trouble, you can call me.’ He shrugged. ‘You know, sandwich related or not.’

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[teaandfiction-28]

Hi! I was wondering if you could Smut Prompt 9! Even though I love all those prompts this is the one that caught my attention! <3

Hi Anon! 🙂 

So, I’ve had this thought of Hank at prenatal classes living rent-free in my head ever since I wrote Perfect Storm so I really, really enjoyed writing this one. 

Hope you enjoy reading! 

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Prompt: “Who knew you were this kinky?”

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Smut, Language, Daddy Kink, Pregnancy Sex [18+ Only]

Timeline: Set just before C39 of Perfect Storm. 

‘Daddy’.

One word. Two syllables. Five letters.

He’d never really thought about the moniker in a sexual way until it had fallen unbidden from her lips in that sweet, sensual tone and, ever since, he hadn’t been able to think about it without his dick twitching in his pants. 

Not only was it incredibly inconvenient, it was becoming a fairly sizeable problem. 

‘And you must be daddy?’ The spritely, albeit slightly kooky, prenatal instructor had said as she welcomed them to their first class with a warm smile, entirely oblivious to the fact that she had just inadvertently transported him back to a few days prior when Kate had raked her nails down his sweaty chest and breathlessly begged for ‘more, please daddy!’.

He had forced what he’d hoped was a genuine smile onto his face and introduced himself by name but, in his peripheral vision, he could see Kate tugging her lower lip between her teeth in an effort not to laugh at his obvious discomfort. 

There was absolutely no doubt about it; she was going to be the death of him.

Later on as he sat behind her on a garish pink yoga mat kneading the tight muscles of her lower back with strong, nimble fingers, he waited for the instructor to divert her attention to a young couple on the other side of the room before leaning forwards and brushing his lips against the shell of her ear. 

“Is daddy making you feel good, hmm?”

Her response was instantaneous, head falling back to rest on his shoulder with a quiet groan, the familiar warmth of arousal blooming low in her belly as his breath ghosted over the sensitive patch of skin just below her ear. 

By the time they got back to her apartment, he had barely closed the door behind him when she pounced, her fingers gripping the front of his coat so that she could tug him down for a bruising kiss, her tongue immediately demanding entry to the hot cavern of his mouth. Clothes and shoes were strewn carelessly on the hardwood floor as they blindly moved towards the bedroom, hands sliding over warm flesh and urgent lips battling for dominance. 

Within minutes they were completely naked, Hank situated in the middle of the bed with his back against the headboard as Kate settled herself in his lap, knees braced on the soft mattress either side of his lean hips. 

“This how you want me?” He murmured, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along the line of her jaw, his lips following the long cord of muscle down her neck towards her collarbones where he sucked a series of deep bruises into the tender flesh, his skin prickling with desire when her appreciative moan echoed around the darkened room. 

“Uh-huh, just like this.” She breathed, sliding a hand between them to align the wide crest of him with her soaking centre, lowering herself down inch by inch until he was buried to the hilt. She paused for a beat, her inner walls pulsing rhythmically around him, their open mouths pressed together sharing short, staccato breaths. After a few moments of stillness, she began to roll her hips in a slow, rocking motion, a tight whine accompanying a zing of lust down her spine every time her swollen bundle of nerves grazed against his pelvis just so.

This late into her pregnancy they were somewhat restricted by her burgeoning bump but, with a bit of patience and creativity, they were having some of the best sex of their lives.

“What do you need sweetheart?” He husked, voice deep and gritty with arousal as he skimmed his hands up and over her ribs to cup her heavy beasts in both palms, the pads of his thumbs repeatedly brushing over her stiff peaks and he couldn’t help but grin at the needy sound that tore from her throat. 

“M-more.”

“More what?”

He knew exactly what she needed, he just wanted her to say it. Her eyes were closed, cheeks flushed an adorable shade of pink and her face was beginning to sheen with sweat as she braced her hands on his shoulders, writhing in his arms in a desperate attempt to find that perfect angle. 

Hank had always been naturally dominant in the bedroom but, when it came to Kate, it didn’t matter if he had her pinned to the mattress with his fingers wrapped around her long, beautiful throat, he was under no illusions that she was still very much the one in charge. And, quite frankly, he wouldn’t have it any other way. But hearing her vocalise just how much she needed him was just as much of a turn-on as having her submit to him; perhaps even more so. 

“Jesus Hank...please just touch me.” She whimpered, grasping one of his hands in hers, easing their entwined fingers down over her swollen stomach to where they were joined, guiding his fingertips to brush over her aching nub. 

When she was sure he had understood the assignment, she returned her hand to his shoulder, her nails biting into the rippling muscles as he edged her ever closer to that blissful peak. The pace and the pressure continued to build, Kate’s thighs trembling with exertion as she desperately rocked against him and, sensing she was close, Hank grasped a fistful of wavy locks and tugged her head backwards, forcing a slight change in angle that had bright lights flashing behind her eyelids. 

“You gonna come for daddy?”

His words were like pouring gasoline on an open flame, her entire body going completely rigid as she clamped down on him almost painfully, her hips jerking frantically as the wave of pleasure finally crested, her teeth sinking deep into the flesh of his shoulder. The pinch of pain combined with the impossible tightness pulsing around him was more than enough to tip him over the edge with a muffled grunt, shooting ribbon after ribbon of release inside of her with each upwards thrust until eventually he fell still, sweaty and spent. 

Kate lay completely boneless against his chest, her breath puffing against the damp skin of his throat as she fought to regulate her rapid heart rate. Hank’s fingertips danced soothingly up and down the length of her spine, absentmindedly tracing each vertebrae until eventually she shifted in his lap, a soft mewl escaping as he slipped from her body. 

“So...daddy, huh? Who knew you were this kinky?” He muttered wryly, pressing a soft kiss to her sweaty temple, his chest vibrating beneath her cheek with barely restrained laughter. 

“Let’s not get onto the topic of kinks, shall we?” She eased away from him slightly, lifting a coquettish eyebrow as she cupped his lightly stubbled jaw between her palms. “Not unless you’re ready for another round...Henry.”

‘Touche’.

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[themultifandomgal]

Hank Voight- Secrets

Hank and I have been in a secret relationship the last year now. We've kept it secret because of 1 our age. I'm 25 years younger than he is for a start. 2 I'm part of the intelligence unit. Hank and I met before I was part of the intelligence unit, we had a one night stand the day before I actually joined thanks to alcohol. We tried to keep it professional but it was hard. Of course during work we are. He's my boss I listen to him, but as soon as we leave he's my boyfriend who I love

"Halstead, YLN I want you to go to the club and find out who's dealing the drugs. Don't separate who knows what the dealer is like"

"Got it" Jay gets up from his desk. I follow heading to the locker I go to mine taking out some clothes I leave here for different cases we may go on. I take them to the bathroom and get changed into a little back dress and black heals. I put on a little more makeup than I already have on. I walk out and into the bullpen

"Woah" Adam comments, his eyes nearly popping out of his head

"Eyes to yourself Ruzek" Hank comments making Adam hold his hands in the air "Halstead YLN be careful" Hank says looking at me

"We will" Jay says for me.

We head to the club and walk into the bar

"What can I get you both" the woman behind the bar smiles at us

"2 Vodka and cokes" Jay smiles back placing his hand on the small of my back

"No problem"

"Hey so we heard that you guys sell more than alcohol" I give the woman a little smile

"I don't know where you heard that"

"Come on" Jay leans over the bar "my girl is going to rehab tomorrow and we want to have one last party" the woman looks around then whispers

"Back room"

"Thank you, much appreciate"

Jay and I make our way the the back room with our drink. When we enter we see a man sat on a couch with a few girls around him and one on his lap

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" The man asks

"Looking for a good time" I look the man up and down

"Girls go and get yourselves a drink on me" he holds out some cash. The girl on his lap takes the money and they all walk out

"What can I do for you?"

"My girl here need some peal, shes going to rehab and we are having a party for her"

"Huh is that so"

"Remember he needs to take the money off you before we can make the arrest" I hear Voight say in my ear piece

"I have cash" Jay pulls out his wallet and holds the money out

"How do I know that you two aren't undercover cops trying to bust me?"

"Come on man" Jay laughs

"You have to understand where I'm coming from though. I've never seen either of you before and now your asking me for Pearl. How do you even know I have it?"

"Just heard around from some girls I work with"

"Who?"

"Well I mean they aren't going to use the same names? Who knows what creeps will find out who we are" I cross my arms

"I'm begging you man, just a bit for my girl to have one last good night. You know how rehab is"

"Ok" he gets up and walks over to a desk at the end of the room. He opens up a draw and we assume he's going to pull out the drugs, but instead he holds a gun in his hand

"I just don't believe you" Jay is quick to get his gun out, I don't have mine because I couldn't hide it with the dress I'm wearing

"Put the gun down now!" Jay shouts

"YN what's going on?" Voight asks me

"The deals off" I say standing behind Jay

"Ok we will just go ok?"

"No. I can't let you"

"YN get out of there now"

"Please just let us go. We made a mistake please"

"Shut up!"

"Put the gun down"

"We're coming in"

"They're cops!" One of the girls that was in the room earlier runs in

"Your fucking cops?"

"Put the gun down. If you shoot you'll be tried for attempted murder on a cop and possession of drugs"

"I'll take my chances" the guy shoots my leg making me fall before Jay shoots him in the head

"Fuck YN you ok?" Jay asks putting pressure on my gun shot "suspect down, officer shot roll and ambo" Jay says into is radio that he had hidden. Jay lifts me up and carries me out to where everyone else is

"YN? YN you ok" Hank runs over to me making everyone instantly confused

"I'm ok, just fucking hurts"

"Ok ok let's get you to Med" Hank takes me from Jay and puts me in the ambo, he follows in with me.

After I arrived to Med and was checked over Hank sits in the chair in my room with a hand in mine

"You know the cats out the bag now" I tell him

"Don't care. As long as your ok"

"I'm fine. Promise" I give his hand a squeeze "maybe this is the universe telling us we need to tell the others"

"Hey" there's a knock on the door and Jay walks in "just checking your good?" Jay looks between Hank and I

"Yeah we're good. Thanks Jay"

"Don't worry about it. Oh and just expect a lot of questions when your back at work"

"I will expect no questions" Hank defends

"Hank, no it's fine. I know you guys will have questions, just none about our sex life please"

"Deal. Get well soon" Jay leaves Hank and I alone  again in the room

"I love you YN"

"I love you too" Hank leans down and kisses my lips gently

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[sjhhemmings]

Evermore pt. 4

greg ‘mouse’ gerwitz x cassie voight OC

A/N: so there's going to be a little time jump to season 3 episode 11 of Chicago Fire where canonically Sylvie and Peter get kidnapped, Im thinking it’s still in about season 1 of PD though. I'm gonna change it a little bit so I hope it doesn't get too confusing...i'm going to try and stay as canon as possible but we'll see. Also don’t hate me for the timeline because I’m lowkey just as confused. (also idk why the spacing is weird, but i gave up trying to fix it.)

warnings: kidnapping, slight ptsd, swearing, violence.

word count: 4920

wattpad: sjhhoran

It's now been 3 months since Cassie's father, Hank Voight, has been out of prison.

Things at the firehouse have finally started to calm down, except for the fact that Gabby Dawson has now become a firefighter leaving Cassie on ambulance 61 with either Chout or McAuley until they find a replacement.

Despite Gabby's multiple attempts to assure Cassie it wasn't her fault that Gabby left, Cassie doesn't really believe it. However, Cassie is still proud of Gabby for pursuing her dreams either way. The talk they had a few weeks ago to clear the air and any hard feelings was...rough. To say the least.

Jay also took the job in intelligence under Cassie’s father so that was exciting.

Cassie is still shocked that Gabby didn't want to date Jay, he's a great guy. Not that Cassie would ever go for him, she's still his #1 wingman. Or woman. Wing-woman.

"Alright, everyone settle down. This is Sylvie Brett, she will be the new paramedic under Cassie." Boden announces at the morning briefing. Cassie sent a small wave to the new paramedic from where she was standing at the back of the room.

"Cassie is your PIC, anything you say or do on the job must go through her. Understand?"

"Yes sir." Sylvie said at the front of the room next to Chief Boden.

"Okay. That's all. Go out there, do your jobs and do ‘em good." Boden then said leaving the room before everyone else.

"Hi," Cassie said now walking over to her new partner.

"Hey, it's so nice to meet you, i've heard a lot." Sylvie said shaking the other paramedics hand.

"Thanks, it's nice to meet you too. I'm gonna say we should head over to the ambo to check inventory, is there anything you want to let me know before we start?" Cassie asks making Sylvie give her a questionable look.

"Yeah that sounds good. Would you be able to clarify what you mean by-"

"Ah, sorry. It's a force of habit with the rotators. I've been stuck with Chout for the last week and he's very...excited…like at all times. Then there was McAuley who was literally the embodiment of Debby Downer, I don't know I guess I was just asking if you were going to have some odd, personality thing that I would have to get used to." Cassie said chuckling as they make their way to the apparatus.

"Okay yeah that makes sense. Um I hope I don't have any personality thing, but if I do please feel free to let me know." Sylvie said chuckling nervously.

Smiling at Sylvie's innocence Cassie felt like they were going to be good partners.

"No complaints so far, I like you Brett."

After a few shifts of working together, Cassie and Brett felt like they fell into a pretty nice rhythm. It felt natural how well they communicated and worked together.

At the end of the last shift however, Cassie was visited by a victim's family member. A patient she had treated when she briefly worked with Peter Mills before he eventually left to work at his family's restaurant. The patient had passed before they arrived at the hospital, and the father was more than upset with Mills. Something that Cassie had no control over.

"I need to speak with you," Cassie heard the all too familiar voice of Anthony Lullo called out.

The memory of meeting with Peter and Chief flashed through Cassie's brain where Peter had convinced both of them that Anthony wouldn't be a problem anymore.

"Looking back I'm glad that I didn't file a police report on him. He's in deep grief, and he deserves a pass on this." Peter's voice flashed through Cassie's mind.

Deserved a pass her ass, but she wasn't going to undermine Peter. He trusted his gut, and she trusted him. So, here they were.

"Mr. Lullo, please, I'm sorry for what happened but I really need to get home." Cassie said as she walked past him to her car.

"You're going to regret that." Is all Mr. Lullo responded with before leaving.

"Hey Chief, I just wanted to let you know that Anthony Lullo made another visit to the firehouse after last shift. He said he needed to speak with me and when I continued walking saying I need to get to home he mumbled something under his breath. I don't really know what he said, but just thought you would like to know." Cassie said making a pit stop to Boden's office who gave her a reassuring nod before she left.

"Who's Anthony Lullo?" Sylvie asked when her and Cassie were doing inventory for the ambulance.

"How do you know who that is?" Cassie asked confused.

"He approached me when I was coming into work today, told me to tell you that you need to talk to him. I don't know, I was just confused." Sylvie said defensively not really trying to get on Cassie's bad side already.

Taking a deep breath Cassie looked at Sylvie.

"Anthony Lullo was a patient's father that ended up coding before we made it to the hospital. I haven't seen him in a few weeks but it was starting to become harassment with how much he was coming around the firehouse. He ended up threatening my old partner, Peter Mills. It was this whole situation. I don't know why he's back though." Cassie admitted making Sylvie nod her head in understanding.

A silence fell through the girls as they finished looking through the medications in the ambulance before a call came through the intercom.

"Ambulance 61. Injuries from a fall. 815 South Nebraska."

"That's around the corner," Cassie said as they hopped out from the back.

"Can I drive?" Sylvie asked making Cassie chuckle.

"Sure."

Pulling up to the scene, Cassie and Sylvie immediately jump out looking for the victim. When they finally found him on the side of the street Cassie looked at Sylvie.

"Where'd he fall from?" Cassie asked as she looked at their surroundings, no visible places for a fall.

"You fell, sir?" Sylvie asked as she was putting her gloves on.

"My legs, my legs!" The victim screamed.

"Okay, can you take some deep breaths for me?" Sylvie asked as she began examining him.

Cassie still looking around as to what could've caused this injury, she saw a dump truck down the road. Uncovering blanket from the man's legs she sighed.

"He didn't fall. He was run over." She said agitatedly getting up and calling into her radio.

Once they finished doing what they could, they strapped the now unconscious patient onto the gurney

"He passed out from the blood loss. Let's get him to Chicago Med." Cassie said as they were working on getting him into the ambulance.

Quickly grabbing both the girl’s attention, a car pulled into the alley blocking in the ambulance.

"Who's that?" Sylvie asked with Cassie immediately recognizing the car.

*6 hours later*

"Halstead. Thanks for coming. Nice to have somebody we could trust on this." Matt says greeting the detective.

"Absolutely. Still no word from your paramedics?"

"No."

"Dumb question, anybody try their cells?"

"Yeah. No answer."

Once the pair find their way to the ambulance Jay immediately starts getting suspicious.

"Were they dispatched to this location?" He asks, heart dropping at the realization.

"Yeah."

"This could've been a set up." He said turning around and immediately seeing the hula dancer on the dashboard of the ambulance. The one he got as a gift for Cassie.

"What the hell happened here..." He mutters.

*6 hours earlier.*

"Hey, guys, we got a medical emergency here. We're gonna need you to move the vehicle." Cassie announces at the men who just stepped out of their car.

"Hands in the air. Keep your mouths shut." One of the two say as they both raise their guns at the paramedics.

"Woah." Sylvie mutters earning a glance from Cassie.

"Turn around!" One of them shouts making the other instantly yell at him.

"Keep it down! Now turn around put your hands behind your back." He says more quietly turning Cassie roughly.

"This guy needs to get to the hospital!" Sylvie yells getting another glance from Cassie.

"Brett, Brett. Hey don't hurt her please." Cassie says as they make their way to the car away from the patient.

"What is this?!" Sylvie shrieks.

"This doesn't have to be messy, just do what we say." One of them says as they throw the girls into the car.

"Please, let her go. I'm the one that he wants!" Cassie yells.

"He? Who's he?" One of them says with a smirk slamming the door in their faces.

"Where are you taking us?" Cassie asks as one of the men starts patting her down in the backseat.

"Shut up!" The man says as he gets a little too grope-y.

"Where's your phone, hun?" The driver asks as he reaches over for Sylvie in the front seat.

"Left hand jacket pocket." Shes says quietly as he grabs it and chucks it out the window.

"God, why did I have to be stuck with the grabby one." Cassie says looking at the man with a gun to her head.

As he pushed it farther into her temple she winced at the familiar feeling.

"Look, Jason Lullo sustained fatal injuries long before we arrived at the scene!" Cassie says earning an eye roll from the driver.

"Don't know what you're talking about. Just keep quiet now." He says as he continues driving recklessly.

"You gonna kill us?" Cassie quietly asked as she looked the man in the eye through the rear view mirror.

"You know everything is that it?" He asks with a smirk.

"Brett." Cassie quietly says as she looks out the window.

"Quiet!" The man with her said as he shoved the gun farther into her head.

"Brett, brace yourself." Cassie says before head butting the gun out of the man's hand and kneeing him in the face. Quickly kicking him in the groin after, Cassie moved over in the seat she wasn't buckled into and kicked the driver in the side of the head. Keeping her foot against his throat, this caused the driver to spin the wheel uncontrollably, inevitably crashing into a random scrap yard and making contact with a trailer trapping them inside.

*6 hours later*

Eventually finding the car, Jay and Cruz immediately get out to check it out. The thoughts running through Jay's head have him trembling more than he ever has on any case he’s worked before.

"Hey, this is Detective Halstead of intelligence, I'm gonna need you to run an Illinois passenger tag." Jay says into his phone watching Cruz check the car.

"Halstead...We got nothing. Car's empty. Looks like everyone made it out." Cruz says making his way back to the Detective.

"This happened hours ago. If Lullo's got them, they're dead!" Cruz says spinning out.

"Don't assume anything." Jay says trying to cover up his anxiety so he doesn't freak Cruz out any more.

"The hematoma's recollecting!" Cassie says looking at the driver's wounds.

"I thought you fixed him!" The other man says pointing a gun at the two.

"He needs medical attention." Sylvie says with attitude.

"Isn't that your job!?"

"Hey, we're paramedics, not doctors. You need to get him to an ER now." Cassie shouts back.

"This is your fault anyway, with that smart-ass stunt. Fix him, or i'll put a bullet in your head." The man says pointing the gun at Cassie again.

"This lump on your buddy's neck is due to internal bleeding. As it grows it presses on his trachea and that's what's causing the difficulty in breathing. It's only going to get worse!" Cassie says back to the man.

"So cut it open again!"

"That's only a temporary fix!" Sylvie now says butting herself into the conversation.

"Look. He's going to die unless we get this bleed tied off. We need to get to the hospital." Cassie says to the gunman.

"Might as well waltz into a police station!" The gunman says turning away from them.

"No hospitals." The driver on the make shift table mutters.

As his phone starts ringing he hands it to the other gunman.

"Don't answer it. Not if we're giving him bad news." He says obviously in pain.

"C-can't you guys tie off the bleed?" The very stressed out gunman asks.

"No," Sylvie says but not before Cassie says maybe.

"What? Cassie that's surgery."

"Look, if we do this, will you let us go?" Cassie asks looking at the guy.

"Okay. Deal." The gunman says walking off as he answers the second phone call.

"So this is what we think Cassie and Brett were in?" Gabby says looking worriedly at the car Cruz and Jay found.

"Yeah." Matt says sorrowfully as he opens the very, very, torn up door.

"Jay." She says as Detective Halstead made his way over to where she was standing.

"Gabby." He greets back.

"We gotta find them." She says looking at Halstead.

"We're uh, we're trying." He says almost breaking.

"Guys, I got some blood here!" Severide yells out pointing at the driver seat.

"Okay, at least one occupant is injured. Maybe they didn't get too far.” Jay says taking a step back to think.

“Okay, come here, everyone. Now!" Jay yells gesturing at the surrounding cops and firefighters.

"I want a tight perimeter, I want a K-9 unit, and I want a door to door search of the entire neighborhood. If you see anything that you think might be out of place, I want to hear about it." He says sending them off to their assigned tasks.

"Jay." Gabby says approaching him again.

"Hm?"

"She's my friend too. We'll find her." She says squeezing his shoulder reassuringly getting a tight lipped nod in return.

"Knife." Cassie says taking the blade from Sylvie and pressing it to the driver's neck.

Quickly pulling a gun on her she takes a step back.

"Hey! If you want me to do this, set the gun down now." She shouts a little startled.

As the other gunman takes the gun from the driver's hand, he sets it on a nearby surface.

"Okay. This is going to hurt, a lot. But I'm gonna do it fast. Kay?" Cassie asks getting a nod.

As Cassie made the incision on the driver's neck, she quickly turns around to set the blade down and grab something to use as a clamp.

"Hey, hey, that was the easy part okay?" Cassie says coming back and looking at the incision as he passed out from the pain.

"Hey, hey! What the hell did you guys do, what happened to him!?" The gunman yelled earning glares from both the paramedics.

"He passed out from the pain." Sylvie said now looking back down at the patient.

"Clamp it right here." Sylvie said looking at Cassie as she pointed to his carotid artery.

"You do realize what that will do right?" Cassie whispers with wide eyes.

Glancing down at the bloody table, Sylvie wrote 'Let him die.' in the man's blood.

After deliberating for a few seconds, Cassie shakes her head no and clamps the bleed. Looking back at Brett who scribbled out the words, Cassie gave her a specific look.

"Why so quiet?" The gunman asked.

"I uh, I'm clamping it off now." Cassie says as she took the blade out of the exacto knife they had and handed it to Brett.

"Okay, we're going to need to find someone to suture him up but he should be fine. Cassie says stepping away.

"You. Come here." The gunman says grabbing Brett's arm and taking her across the room.

"Hey! Wait! We had a deal, I need her!" Cassie says yelling at the man.

"I need to make sure he's okay first." The gunman says as he zip ties Brett's hands together.

As the man starts waking up, Cassie finishes putting some gauze his wound.

"See? All good." Cassie says looking at him.

"We'll see." The gunman says.

"The deal was, we fix him up and you let us leave!" Sylvie yells. Loud enough for Detective Halstead who's outside the door to hear. Something they're unaware of.

"I know what the deal was!" The man yells back.

"We gotta go now and the doors bolted, can you guys get us in!?" Jay yells at Casey who is already radioing for Severide.

"You said you'd rein in your partner, so how about it?" Brett yells as she secretly cuts the zip tie off her hands.

"Will you shut up!" He yells as he gets ahold of Cassie and holds a gun to her head.

"I knew we couldn't trust you two." Sylvie mutters as she finishes getting the zip tie off her hands.

"Drop the gun." Sylvie says catching the driver's , the gunman's, and Cassie's attention with the driver's gun in her hands.

"I said drop it!"

With a nod from the driver, the gunman shoots at Sylvie but not before Cassie moves his arm out of the way so the bullet catches the floor. As he fights back and fires again, Cassie is still holding his arm so his aim is off.

With his other arm that had a hold of Cassie, he lets her go to elbow her in the nose. Once he drops his elbow, Cassie punches the guy in the face. She then knocked him on his ass after he catches a kick in the balls.

As Cassie gets away to grab Brett, he continues firing at the paramedics.

Fleeing into another room and locking the door, Sylvie looks around to see that they're trapped.

"Shit." She mutters as Cassie blocks her from the bullets flying through the door.

"Stay behind me." Cassie says as she grabbed a metal pipe, preparing for when he breaks into the room.

Once he does the door flies off the hinges, and all of their attention's turn to the next sound.

"Chicago PD! Don't move, drop your weapon! Do it now!" Jay yells as they charge into the warehouse.

Watching as the gunman put his hands up surrenderence, Jay continues making his way to the gunman.

"Put your weapon down, get down on the ground. Now! Hands up behind your head!"

"Voight! Brett!" Casey yells as the girls make their way back to the other side of the door.

"We were in here." Sylvie says making her way through the door first, Cassie quickly following behind as she dropped the pipe and clutched her nose up. Probably broken.

"Anyone hurt?" Casey asks.

"Not me, Cassie got an elbow to the face though." Sylvie says breathing heavily.

"Sylvie!" Cruz says running up to her and pulling her into a big hug.

"Cassie," Jay says softly looking at his best friend once he got cuffs on the bad guy.

Basically falling into Jay's arms, Cassie quickly forgot about her nose.

"Hey, hey, hey, you're okay. Shh, you're okay." Jay said brushing his hand through the back of her hair as she sobbed into his shoulder.

"Hey Cass." Gabby said making her way over to the girl.

As she pulled away from Jay's chest, she didn't leave his grasp as his hand still rested on her hip.

"Hey," she said pretty nasally as the Gabby pulled her into a hug of her own.

"Some pretty good partner bonding, huh?" Gabby asked making her chuckle.

"I'm glad you're okay." Casey finally says patting her on the back.

"Thank you, guys." Cassie said turning back to Jay.

"You need to go to the hospital." He said looking at her eyes that are already turning black and blue, along with her swollen nose.

"What? You calling this ugly?" She asked teasingly as they started walking out of the warehouse.

"No, no, just. Colorful?"

Playfully hitting him in the chest with a shocked expression, Jay quickly told another cop to take the perp in to the station and that he was going to go to the hospital with Cassie.

"So, your nose is pretty broken. If you look here, there's a slight fracture. We're gonna tape some gauze around it. Make sure you keep it on for the next 12 hours and rewrap it every 8-12 hours, for the next 48. It should heal in no time, make sure you ice it and take some pain meds." Doctor Rhodes explained to both Jay and Cassie in the trauma room.

"So i'm good to go?" She asked a little impatiently.

"Uh, yes. Maggie is getting your discharge papers now, but I do want to take a look at this hand." He said lightly grabbing her hand and examining her swollen knuckles. Sending butterflies through her stomach too.

"Oh, no, it's fine. I just ice it with pain meds and the swelling usually goes down within 24." Cassie said smiling and making a fist and opening her palm a few times in a row.

"Hm. Okay," Connor said sighing and looking between Cassie and Jay. "I'll get those papers to you. It's nice to see you're okay Cassie. Really." He finished with a warm smile and walking out of the room.

Jay quickly looked at Cassie's blushing face and starts laughing.

"You like him!" Jay teased making her blush harder.

"I do not!" She yelled back hitting him lightly.

"No, no, you like him like him, don't you?" Jay continued earning an eye roll.

"Okay so what if I do. I see him when I bring patients in sometimes...drop it." She said looking away.

"Okayyy." Jay said all sing-song-y making her roll her eyes again.

"Knock knock." her father said walking into the room.

"Hey, thanks for staying with her but you can leave now. Brett is down at the station but i'm gonna need you to question this Anthony Lullo when Cassie gets down there." He said looking at Jay earning a nod.

"I'll see you later." Jay said with a tight lipped smile as he walked out.

"You okay?" Voight asked making her nod.

"Yeah, all good. Fractured my nose, but I think I did the same to him plus some manhood damage." Cassie said making them both chuckle.

“I apologize for not being here sooner. Alvin and I were picking up the guys from the warehouse and finding Lullo. I have a question for you though.”

“What is it?” Cassie asked.

“How about you come stay with me for the next few weeks. You know, until this whole thing blows over and we know you’re safe.”

“What? You’re kidding right?” Cassie said laughing at his offer.

“Do I look like I’m kidding?” Hank asks crossing his arms over his chest.

“Thanks, but no thanks.” Cassie says hopping off the trauma bed and grabbing her things.

“Look, you thought this thing ended what, three? four weeks ago? Then look at what happened today. Just until it blows over? Okay?”

Without saying anything Cassie just looks at her father and stares.

“Okay?” He asks again.

“No, not okay. Jay literally lives across the hall from me. If anything happens, I’ll be fine. I know self defensive, I can hold my own.” Cassie says defensively walking out of the trauma room.

Signing the discharge papers at the nurses desk, Cassie walked out of the hospital with Voight quick to follow.

“Can you please just listen to me on this?” Voight asked opening the passenger side door for Cassie.

“No.” Cassie then said slamming it once she got in.

“I’m gonna go downstairs with Alvin, I’ll meet you guys upstairs with Jay and Anthony. You and Sylvie will be on the other side of the mirror.” Hank said kissing Cassie’s temple as they both walked into the 21st.

“Who’s downstairs?” Cassie asked knowing what he’s going to do.

“Guys who like holding female paramedics hostage in a warehouse.” He said walking off.

“Cassie. Nice to see you again.” Trudy said greeting Cassie.

“Hey sarge. So since i’m a civilian now aren’t you supposed to have someone walk me to the interrogation room?” Cassie teased once she got to the sergeant’s desk.

Sighing, Trudy removed her reading glasses and looked at the girl.

“That was supposed to be your father’s job. I’ll do it though. Yo chump! Watch the desk until I get back.” Trudy says coming around and showing Cassie to a room she knew all too well.

“We have numerous witnesses saying they saw you make a serious threat against Peter Mills. Then showed up again to talk to Cassie Voight.” Cassie heard Jay say once she walked on the other side of the glass.

“My son was dead. I was upset.” says Anthony.

“Yeah, that certainly squares with the eyewitness statements. ‘Mr. Lullo was livid.’ , ‘Full of rage.’ , ‘Frothing at the mouth.’” Jay finally said setting the paper down in front of Lullo.

“Look, I went over there and I apologized to Peter Mills, and he accepted my apology. He’s a good kid.”

“But what about the part where you visited Cassie Voight? Multiple times, even after Peter Mills had stopped working at Firehouse 51.” Jay asked.

“I don’t understand what’s going on here. I thought you caught the men that took those paramedics?”

“You didn’t answer my question.” Jay said smiling at the man.

“Cassidy ignored my invitation to talk. Nothing happened since.” Lullo says sitting back into his chair.

“But why did you want to talk Cassie? I thought your issue was with Mills?” Jay asked trying to agitate him.

“Yes, but Cassie knew more.” Lullo muttered.

“What do you mean Cassie knew more?” Jay pressed.

“Nothing.”

“Oh c’mon Anthony. What did Cassie know?” Jay asked trying to poke the bear further.

“Cassie knew how slow she drove killing my son. Cassie knows that she is the cause of his death.” He admitted

“Your son was already dead by the time we got to the scene. We just prolonged how long it was before the inevitable happened, which was his heart stopping due to blood loss.” Cassie yelled as she bursted into the interrogation room, startling both Jay and Lullo.

“I don’t think she’s allowed in here detective.” Lullo said looking at Jay.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”Jay said covering for Cassie.

“Your son died due to his injuries. There was nothing we could do, but you need someone to blame. Is that it? Pointing a finger at someone that’s not you, or your kid?” Cassie asked trying to piss the man off.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Lullo said chuckling and looking away.

“I think I do. Because if I didn’t, you wouldn’t be deflecting right now. If I didn’t you would still be pretending that you’re content with the fact it wasn’t one person’s fault that your kids dead.” Cassie said matter of factly.

When she didn’t get a response she scoffed.

“So you’re okay with that? That no one killed your son, and it was just his injuries? Oh c’mon. You need someone to blame. To fill your urge and get revenge. That someone killed him and they need to pay. Right?” Cassie asked.

“You killed him! If anyone killed my son it was that bitch! She was the one driving!” Lullo yelled surprising everyone.

“Your son was already dead before we even arrived at the hospital! It had absolutely nothing to do with my driving, and everything to do with the fatal injuries he sustained.” Cassie yelled back at the man not knowing how many times she could repeat herself over this matter.

“You all say that, but if you drove faster, he would’ve made it to the hospital, and he would’ve lived!” Anthony said standing and pointing at Cassie.

“Is that why you stalked me then? It was never about Mills was it? It was about the fact that I didn’t drive fast enough. So you stalked and harassed me, then hired someone to take me out?” Cassie pressed causing him to basically fume from the ears.

“Yes! You deserved to know what it was like to ride half alive while the person who was supposed to be helping you couldn’t care less about getting you help!” Lullo yelled.

“So you ordered a hit on me?” Cassie asked again. Waiting for the confession.

“Yes!” He seethed earning a content smile from Cassie.

“Jay, I believe you can handle this from here.” Cassie said walking out of the room.

Later on once they officially arrested Lullo and everyone was gathered in the bullpen, Cassie decided to stay behind and talk to her father.

“Hey, we wouldn’t have gotten him if you didn’t intervene. Good job, Cass.” Jay said patting her on the back.

“Jay, Cassie, my office.” Hank announced earning a confused look from the both of them.

“Uh oh, principal’s daughter called to his office?” Antonio joked getting an eye roll in return.

“I watched what happened.” Hank said as they shut the door.

“What do you mean?” Cassie asked confused.

“I mean I saw you get the confession from Lullo. I want you to know, I get that you didn’t like being a patrolmen. But, when I give you this offer you need to think about it from a detective’s perspective. You have all the training, you would even be able to start tomorrow. You have the balls. We need you. Cassidy, do you want to join intelligence?” Hank asked making her jaw drop.

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[1-800-imagines]

kidnapped | jay halstead imagine

authors note : takes place in season 3 episode 1 

warnings: medical trauma, pregnancy, kidnapping

You were currently on bed rest from work as you were 6 months pregnant with your first baby. Voight had decided to put you on “time out” from work even just at the desk, answering calls. Your pregnancy was considered high risk and no one was messing around. Your job was stressful considering the different situations you all had been put in. 

Jay was especially worried about you. He had asked you to marry him just before you found out you were pregnant. So your days consisted of wedding planning and texting Kim, Trudy, and even Al to try as see what was happening  in the unit because Jay wouldn’t tell you anything. 

The doorbell rang so you went to walk to the door. Your stomach dropped when you saw it was Voight. He had a strict no contact policy with you these last months of pregnancy but the rule was you only would call him when you went into labor and he would only call you if something bad had happened. And now he was in person. 

You opened the door immediately, “What happened?”

He sighed and walked in, “Jay’s been taken. By Derek Keyes, a heroin kingpin.” 

Your knees began to buckle as he spoke. Hank reached out and grabbed your elbows to stop you from hitting the ground. 

“We’ll get him back, sweetheart. But you have to come into protective custody.”

All you could do was nod as he helped you to the car. You were numb, not knowing how to feel. Jay was the love of your life and soon to be father of your child. 

While driving, Voight filled you in on the details on how he had been in contact with Derek Keyes and that Jay was still alive, which was the main thing. There was a negotiation being made but they didn’t want to tell you the details. 

Hank escorted you all the way to the bullpen, but was going on a drive. You honestly didn’t question it. You were sitting at Jay’s desk instead of your own while Al made a phone call, “I know you’re on the outs, but I figured you’d want to know. Jay’s been kidnapped.” There was a pause, “Yeah she’s here but… yeah yeah… she’s on bed rest.” 

You looked over to him and he gave you a soft smile as he hung up, “We’re gonna get him back, sweetheart.“ He put his hand on your shoulder and squeezed gently. 

They had told you that the drop was set for 9am the next morning which meant more waiting. 

All you could do was just sit at the desk and try to hold your tears in. 

Finally, around 8am, Voight came back asking about the CI files that were for the exchange. He then asked for Burgess to do the drop as Keyes wanted a female but Adam protested. 

“I’ll do it.” Lindsay’s voice echoed from the stairs. Your head turned towards her. 

Voight began to argue with her but Erin shot right back, “This isn’t about me. It’s about getting Jay back to his family.”  

She glanced your way and offered a small smile. She brushed her hand on your back as she walked towards Voight’s office. 

After that, things were a blur. With Erin getting ready to make the drop and your overwhelming worry for Jay, you were a wreck. Erin was going to the drop while Burgess and Roman stayed with you. 

When everyone finally left, you broke. You were sobbing so hard you couldn’t breathe. Kim just wrapped her arms around you and held you. 

Suddenly, you felt a stabbing pain and you gasped out. “What is it? What is it?” Kim asked, looking you up and down. 

You felt something dripping between your legs thinking your water had broke so you looked down and gasped when you saw it was bright red. 

“Roman call an ambo.” Kim ordered as she pushed your hair back, “It’s gonna be okay. You’re gonna be okay.”

“Call Will.” You gasped out. It only took moments after that for you to start losing consciousness. 

The next thing you heard was Kim trying to rouse you and the paramedics saying all different medical terms. 

“Jay,” You groaned out, not remembering that he had been taken. 

—

The gurney was being wheeled out and you into the trauma bay. You were completely unconscious. 

“Patient is unconscious. Suspected from blood loss. Heavy bleeding still happening. BP skyrocketing.” The paramedic spouted out. 

When your gurney was parked and you had been moved to the bed, Will came running in, “Status?”

“Dr. Halstead, we need you to get out of the room.” A nurse said softly. 

“No! What is the status?” Will argued. 

The doctor working on you began to preform an ultrasound, “Potential partial placental abruption. We either need to deliver this baby or get control of the bleeding.”

“You can’t deliver her. She’s only 6 months.” Will said, finally going to your side and giving room to the doctors. 

Before the doctor could answer, Burgess came running back in, “They found him. He’s alive. He’s on his way here in an ambo.” 

Will sighed with relief, “Start with a blood transfusion, betamethasone and dexamethasone.” 

—

The next thing you knew, you were waking up in a hospital bed. You looked around to see Jay sitting in the chair next to you, holding your hand. 

“Hey,” You whispered. 

Jay sat right up and squeezed your hand. He looked awful, “Hey sweetheart. You and the baby are both fine.” He smoothed your hair back. 

“You look like you should be in a bed too,” You smiled lightly. 

“Technically I am. Right next to you.” He grinned. 

You looked over and saw an empty bed. You shook your head at him, “Always the rebel, huh?”

He stood up and kissed your forehead, “I love you so much.”

“I love you.” You leaned against him. 

“Hey, look who’s awake.” It was Will talking, he walked in smiling. “You had a partial placental abruption. Most likely due to stress. We gave you some medicine to help develop to baby’s lungs and brain develop in case we had to deliver him early.”

“It’s a boy?” You smiled, tears slipping down your cheeks. The two of you had been waiting to find out the sex of the baby. 

“It’s a boy.” Will smiled. “Sorry for ruining the surprise.” 

Jay smiled and hugged Will, “Doesn’t matter. You kept her safe and my little boy inside so he can keep growing.” 

“Also, I hate to say it, but, you’re going to have to spend the rest of your pregnancy in the hospital. It’s too much of a risk to have you go home.” Will said. 

You nodded and put your hand on your stomach, “Whatever it takes to keep me and my boys safe.” You looked at Jay and smiled. 

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[sheetsonfire]

Dead On Your Feet

Fandom: Chicago PD

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Platonic!Reader

Characters: Intelligence Unit, Chicago Med

Genre: whump, drama, angst, hurt/comfort

Warnings: stabbing, anxiety, illness, blood

Word Count: 5036

Summary: The reader tries to save Hank Voight, but there are misunderstandings and regrets for all involved. Can things be healed?

A/N: Entry for day 4 of Whumptober 2022, 'Dead On Your Feet'. Based on a dream I had where I was the injured party in a waiting room, and the rest of the team was pissed off with me, including Jay who eventually came to check on me.

-

It’s hard to understand how you got yourself in this situation in the first place, you seldom made such egregious errors that resulted in the wall of silence that you had been met with from the rest of the team. Even now, you were trying to recall whether you actually had made a decision worth their derision.

You were sat in the back of Jay’s truck, whilst Hailey rode shotgun next to him, they murmured among themselves - no doubt about the night’s events, and whether you were directly responsible, even you had started to wonder how much you were remembering correctly. You decided it would be best to keep to yourself and let them cool off.

Your head rests against the window as the city lights pass you by, focused on the cool sensation of the glass on your forehead as the window judders against your skull. You were in a trance, replaying the point of breach over and over. 

-

It had been quiet at first, moving in silence as you were trained to do, communicating via hand signals as per protocol. Then there had been a commotion from another end of the warehouse you were in, and you were certain Detective Arnold had relayed to you that there were assailants in his line of sight. In turn, you had told Voight to stay put, which had turned out to be a costly ‘error’, the assailants had moved in from elsewhere and got to Hank before you could intervene.

Rushing forward with your gun aimed, you announced your office and demanded the offenders back up and away from Hank. It was hard to get a shot off when they were crowded around Hank still, instead you had to make the choice to engage in hand-to-hand combat.

You took several punches to the face, every flying fist and foot felt harder than the previous. You felt several sharp stings of something in your side, but between adrenaline and the rapid blur of pandemonium, you had no time to inspect what the stinging was. Mercifully your altercation distracted a few of the other offenders from Hank, giving the rest of Intelligence enough time to assist.

It was over in a matter of minutes, you then honed in on a wounded and barely conscious Voight. He was curled up on the ground in a protective position. Hank had taken two rounds to his shoulder and neck, receiving a beating that left him with traumatic injuries to his torso and leg. 

It had been jarring to see him, a mentor of yours and someone who sometimes seemed invincible, so weak and almost beyond help. Hank had tried to speak but you had hushed him, with a trembling voice you had asked him to conserve his energy as you applied pressure to one of his wounds whilst Kim had pressed on another. 

Now, as you sit slumped in Jay’s truck, blood soaking into his seat, it strikes you that you might never know what Voight was trying to say. You feel your stomach twist, and your heartbeat pounds relentlessly in your ears.

You had been ushered away from the scene in the warehouse by Jay and Hailey, they had told you to stay put on a concrete block that acted as a bench in the parking lot - you felt like an admonished child.

Nobody really asked if you were okay or what happened beyond the cliff notes of where you were when the group had jumped Hank. Vague memories of you trying to explain yourself flitter across your mind, your team had looked at you with a sense of betrayal, they couldn’t believe you’d messed up that bad.

Without Voight being conscious to give his version of events, it was a simple “He said, she said” situation, and again you didn’t much feel like trying to argue your innocence with the team. The words had repeatedly died in your mouth, you couldn’t speak when you knew Voight was most likely in emergency surgery fighting for his life - it seemed somewhat of a low priority, even if it meant you were being frozen out.

As you were sitting on the concrete block, you directed your watchful eye away from the crime scene and across the parking lot. There you met Detective Arnold’s eyes; you stood and watched as he spoke to Adam, heart in your mouth as your friend glanced in your direction with a dismayed expression, one of blame. 

You had blood all over your clothes, hands and wrists covered in Hank’s blood, the smell of flesh and rust was pungent, you had done everything you could to ensure your sergeant’s safety and yet. You somehow felt wrong trying to impress that point upon the team whilst the ambulance had barely loaded Hank’s struggling form on board.

Arnold was assigned from homicide to liaise with Intelligence’s active pursuit of multiple offenders, they were suspected of a string of rip jobs that had managed to kill civilians in the process. Something hadn’t been quite right with him throughout the investigation, but you hadn’t been able to put your finger on it, not enough to raise questions about a senior officer. Nor had you been able to catch him in the midst of anything untoward. 

However, in the cold air of night, with your team far away from you, it felt all too clear to you that Arnold had somehow set Intelligence up to fail.

Was he in on the rips? Was he covering for an informant? Did he just have it out for Hank? Hank having beef wasn't an uncommon occurrence, few led to an attempted murder though. 

These were the questions that swirled in a discombobulating fog in your head, you would need to get back to the district soon and get serious about proving your theory.

20 minutes later after all hell had broken loose, and with one of Jay’s cold stares, you were given a flat-toned instruction to “get in the truck”. You did as you were told, all rebuttals of wrongdoing long since dead on your lips. There would be time for that clarification later. 

Nobody looked twice at you as they got in their cars, and nobody even stopped to check whether the blood sticking to you was all of Hank’s or whether it was some of yours, your face was bruised and swollen but it came second to all that had passed. You could understand that, your self-doubt and guilt had begun to fester, you decided to draw no attention to your injury, and you didn’t begrudge your team’s lack of concern anymore. 

You thought of the hellfire that would rain down on you should Hank not make it, which only served to make you curl in a little tighter on yourself in the back of Jay’s truck. You bit back a moan as you felt the sharp, hot, waves of pain in your lower back, the sensation burned like acid and you wanted to cry - with the adrenaline gone, you realised you had been stabbed earlier.

You take careful and quiet breaths as you hold yourself together - the longer time passed, the more awkward it felt to declare the problem. It was like there was no room to make a fuss now, and you were sure you could patch it up when you got home, whenever that was. 

Watching the city lights pass with burning, exhausted, eyes as the entrance sign for Med comes into view. You try and sit up a little more, grateful for the darkness to conceal your contorted face of pain. Up ahead you could see the others were waiting outside, Jay and Hailey were essentially the leaders of Intelligence right now.

-

Jay kills the engine and immediately exits the vehicle, Hailey is quick to follow as they start walking in the direction of the others. You are slower to get out, thankful that you were on the other side of the truck to be concealed from view, gritting your teeth as you gracelessly slip out and stumble onto the concrete, just about staying on your feet.

“Y/L/N, you coming?” Kevin’s footsteps approach as he calls out, you quickly shut the door and upright yourself, coming around to the front of the truck as you meet his eyes with a tight smile.

“Yeah, Kev. I’m coming.” Your voice is quiet, he looks as if he’s going to wait but you wave him off with another weary smile. “Go on, go ahead, I’ll catch up.” He hesitates like he’s about to say something else, but then he nods wordlessly and moves back towards the group, leaving you to trail behind.

You hear the click and see the flash of light as Jay locks the truck with his key fob, never looking back in your direction.

It made your chest ache, to have the scorn of your teammates, your friends… In particular, you and Jay had become close, good friends. He often felt like a brother to you, but you understood his need to be impartial right now.

You watch as your friends disappear into the building, no doubt to find out which surgical floor Hank had been taken to.

You’re about to enter through the automatic doors when Jay comes back around a corner, heading towards you. He doesn’t look any more forgiving than he had moments ago, eyeing you briefly before nodding in the opposite direction towards the direction of the ED.

“You gonna see someone for the face? You should get cleaned up.” He waits for an answer, only the need for practicality could be heard in his voice.

You swallow, on the verge of caving and letting him know just how sick and close to passing out you felt. Before you know what you’re doing you shake your head ‘no’, a small voice in your head is screaming at you to stop being stupid, but you can’t seem to make yourself concede.

Now you had become a glutton for punishment, no longer seeing the situation as black and white as you had previously. It was like you’d convinced yourself that you deserved to be hurt, that you were the reason this had all transpired.

You pray that your voice carries, and it does, you keep yourself professional, distant from your emotions, “It’s fine, Detective. I want to be with the group.” 

Jay scrutinises you for a moment, folding his arms as if to protect himself from your pained and dishevelled appearance, remaining stoic. Then his jaw tightens, nodding, “He’s in emergency surgery, Rhodes is with him”, turning on his heels with the expectation you would keep up and follow.

And you do.

You surprise yourself with the way you’re able to keep pace, your mouth had become strangely tingly like you had pins and needles on your tongue, your extremities had begun to feel intensely cold, and your feet felt leaden with each confident stride you managed to make. You were under no illusions that something was very wrong, you think the tingling just may well be the undercurrent of a panic attack.

Jay stares at the door in the elevator, never once speaking or turning to engage with you, you know this because if he had looked at you he may well have seen the way you shivered, wincing under the bright lights above, blood slowly dripping from your shirt in thick globules onto the rubber floor beneath your feet - your tac vest had done a considerable job of stemming the flow of blood. 

When the doors open Jay is swift to flash his badge to the nurse at the station who tells him where the others had gone to wait; you can’t tell if you’re walking straight or not but the nurse mustn't spot anything too amiss as she waves you on to follow Jay with a small smile.

Once you’re in the dimly lit space of chairs, broken up by small tables with magazines strewn on them, you avoid any eye contact.

In your mind you convince yourself you’re still doing a great job of playing it cool, but now that you’d slowed, no longer trying to keep pace with Jay, you could feel the gravity of your situation. 

Your luck with evading attention was beginning to wane, Kim watched you worriedly from her seat, nudging Adam hard as if to say “Are we really doing this? Look at her.” Your steps had become a half stagger, one that only came from some kind of impairment. 

Even Jay is more tuned in to you now, really taking a look at you without the veil of anger over his eyes. Kevin is on the edge of getting to his feet, followed by Hailey who does stand.

“Y/N, are you alright?” It’s Hailey who speaks first, eyeing Jay with a pointed look. 

You snap out of your haze, attempting to acknowledge the voice that seemed far away, the voice that sounded like Hailey. 

As you look up, directing your attention to the figure standing a few feet away, you realise that your image recognition was way off, every shape had a strange haze, no longer clear to your vision. Your eyes felt hot, and your back was in agony, the tremors continued their steady quake through your ailing body. 

You were the only people in the waiting area, a seemingly quiet night on the trauma service.

When you have a hard time focusing, not even managing a full syllable of speech, Hailey moves forward to grasp your arms gently, eyes widening in alarm when you’re hot to the touch. 

“Y/N? I think you should sit down, or we should go to the ED.” The last part is directed at the others, each of them nodding as they move in with concern. Jay comes to your other side, now checking you over as Hailey holds you steady, you didn’t just have a busted-up face, that much was clear.

You try to move your mouth, but the words don’t come out. It becomes harder to get a full breath as your legs become impossibly heavy, the tingling of your limbs more extreme as an intense high-pitched whine pierces your ears.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N,” Jay exclaims, looking at Hailey with alarm as he pulls away his fingers covered in fresh, warm, blood, doing a double take of the tear in your tac vest’s material, it was clearly sodden with blood.

“This is fresh. I think she was stabbed.” 

Realisation swoops in like a sucker punch to your friends, the blissful release of the secret you’d been keeping somehow frees your mind and body, you let go of your composure. You no longer feel your legs, your weakened body sinking as you lose your balance. 

You aren’t thinking anymore, barely grasping onto consciousness as you slur your words, every breath is pained. You can see the outline of Jay and Hailey who carefully and quickly work to lay you down, sinking to their knees as they check you for more injuries. 

Voice garbled, trying to regain your eyesight on your friends, stinging tears falling from your eyes, clutching loosely at Jay’s arm as you cry out in pain, “So-rry, sor-rry…” 

“Shh, no, no, it’s okay, we’re here. We’re sorry.” Jay soothes, trying to get your vest off and get a better look at the injury. Kim kneels by your head, pushing her gilet underneath to cushion you, she soothes a hand through your hair, encouraging you to stay awake. Adam raises your feet in his lap to keep your blood pressure elevated, watching on in shock.

“Hey, can we get some help over here?” Kevin hollers, running down the short stretch of the corridor from the waiting area to the nurse’s desk.

Trembling hard, your eyes begin to flutter, darkness is all you know as your body convulses on the floor of the waiting room, and your friends try to keep you still to avoid you injuring yourself further. Two nurses and one of the surgeons come running from down the hall, quick to instruct the team on how to proceed as they tend to your seizing body, calling out for a trauma team to attend immediately. 

-

There are a few things that you’re aware of as you come closer to consciousness, the first is how cold you are, you shiver as you lay prone on what you assume is a hospital bed if the smell of the room is anything to go by. Your throat feels strange, a weird metallic taste sits just beyond your tonsils, it makes you pretty sure everything’s real and not some kind of disappointing afterlife. 

The second thing that comes to your mind is how you feel as though every nerve ending aches, most prominently in your side and lower back, where the stab wound had been. It doesn’t gripe at your body in the same way, but it still aches heavily with the occasional sting.

The third and fourth things are nausea and dry mouth, these are the things that prompt you to push your heavy eyelids open, you fight the drowsiness and shove it to the side in favour of assessing your surroundings.

Yes, you were in a hospital bed, that much was obvious as the myriad of lines and tubes protrude from your weakened body, and your heart rate beeped steadily through the monitor beside you. Another sharp sting aggravates your side, and you wince, trying to take a slow and steady breath with the aid of the mask over your face.

Under the low-lit darkness of your room, you spot someone sitting in the chair, your eyes aren’t quite focused but you are 90% certain that person was Jay.

There’s a sharp sensation in your back, not like before but present enough to make you grunt in discomfort. You reach out an unsteady hand to press the call button for someone to attend the room, not quite able to use your voice to alert Jay, not yet.

Everything hurt and you had a lot of questions about what became of you after you made it to the waiting room for Hank’s surgery.  The last thing you remembered was standing in an elevator with Jay.

A nurse entering your room wakes your watcher up, Jay sits up straight as his head snaps to your bed, scrubbing a hand over his face. In your increasing clarity, you realise that Jay now had at least a few days more beard growth on his face, giving you some indication of how long you’d been out.

“Y/N.” He murmurs, not yet moving as he lets the nurse see you first. You give him a weak wave of fingers, an upturn of your lips that you hope qualified as a smile.

You tear your eyes away from Jay, focusing on the kind-faced nurse in front of you who is taking note of your vitals and readings. “Hey, hon, how are you feeling?”

You blink, swallowing against the dryness of your mouth as you try and take the mask away. The nurse gently puts it back, shaking her head. “It’s alright, I can understand you from underneath the mask, you need to keep it on, darlin’.” 

Your eyes droop, and you nod, grateful that you wouldn’t have to forgo the ease of the mask just yet. The nurse patiently waits for you to tell her how you’re doing, you slowly roll your head around your neck, trying to ease the ache there even if it does make you a little dizzy.

“M’cold, thirsty and it kinda hurts.” You stated. The nurse smiles sympathetically, nodding in understanding. 

There’s an urge to sit up a little more in the bed, but you realise your limbs are way too heavy for even an attempt. So you let out a small sigh, noticing the deep muscular ache all the more, beneath the blanket you could feel a contraption on your legs squeezing - you'd heard about them, they were there to keep your blood flowing back to your heart whilst you were recovering. 

“We can sort that out, hon, no worries at all. Let me get you another blanket in just a moment. You’re currently on IV fluids, but I can give you some damp swabs for your lips, to help get rid of the dry sensation in your mouth. We can up your painkillers now too, that’s not a problem, alright? Whatever you need, Y/N, we can work something out.” The nurse squeezes your arm gently, reassuring you that you were in a safe and trusted space.

“Thank you so much.” You rasp, taking a moment to collect your thoughts. 

“Don’t you even mention it, it’s what I’m here for.” The nurse deflects the praise, she was sincere in her words, and you feel suitably mothered. She has you smiling a little more as she pats your leg and moves away to sort what you needed.

You’re left to the still of the room once again, seconds tick by when you remember Jay. You turn your head with sudden realisation, watching as he shakes his head with a small laugh, but the laugh is laced with…sadness?

“Hi.” You murmur, huffing through the mask, feeling your stomach taught with nerves. You had got yourself into a life-threatening position, and you had probably scared your team half to death. If they weren’t pissed before, you could understand if they were now.

“Hi.” Jay returns, moving closer with the chair as he studies you again like he had before you seized and fell unconscious. This time, however, his eyes are much softer, his expression tender and sincere, in that brotherly way you had become accustomed to. He reaches out a hand, wanting to take yours. You oblige almost instantly, the warmth of his skin heating the clamminess of yours.

“You really scared us, you know that?” Jay’s eyebrows lift in question - as if to put a sharp point on his statement. Frustration, fear and relief sculpt his face into the most furrowed of frowns. There’s a beat before he adds an extra point, “You scared me, Y/N. What were you thinking?” The tone isn’t anger or disappointment, it’s confusion and genuine anguish.

Jay’s eyes were dark with circles, no doubt exhausted from the last few days, between the case, Hank and you, there had been no time to find peace or recuperation, it had only been a waiting game.

You feel your heart sink, you didn’t like that you had lost your sense of reason, and you didn’t like that that faulty reasoning had resulted in the worry plastered all over Jay’s face.

“Jay…I… I wasn’t thinking. I just felt like it was too selfish to try and argue my case at the time, I didn’t want to be a burden but everything just ran away from me. I’m so sorry.”

Jay looks back at you, blinking, shaking his head as a tear escapes his eye, “I don’t want you to be sorry, Y/N. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry that we didn’t take the time to really understand what happened to Hank, I’m so sorry that we didn’t make sure you were taken care of too. We all let our hot-headedness take over, and that was inexcusable. We know who you are, Y/N, and we know you’d have never let anything happen to any one of us if you could have helped it. Hell, you saved Hank, Y/N, you know that right? Any longer and they’d have killed him, for sure.”

You sniff, crying as you hear those words of absolution. Jay stands and leans forward to carefully wrap you up in a hug, warm arms secured around you as you rest your head against his chest, feeling his palm slowly soothe over your aching upper back.

Then, a light switch clicks in your mind. 

Hank.

You slowly pull away, still holding Jay’s arm as he sits back in the chair, watching you for any signs of distress. You stare back at him, 

“Hank’s alive?” You ask quietly, scared that you might have misheard him previously. 

Jay nods, grateful to be the bearer of good news, he smiles, “Yeah, sweetheart. He’s alive, he’s down the hall from here recovering.”

“Oh, thank god.” You exhale, feeling a whoosh of relief wash over you.

The nurse returns holding a second blanket, a tray with what looks like giant marshmallows on sticks and a signed chart which you assume has your painkiller dosage on there.

Jay moves back out of the way to let the nurse sort you out. You catch him just watching, you can see the tension in his body is far less now, and you feel relieved for both yourself and him. You knew what a weight it was for him to take care of the unit alongside Voight.

The nurse adjusts the blanket over you, “Here we go.” she winks, moving next to key in some instructions on the machine controlling your painkiller dosage. You thank her as instantaneously there’s a growth in the warmth over your extremities and a sudden lightness to your pain.

Then, she gently removes your mask, before dabbing a ‘marshmallow’ in a cup of water, “Just press your lips on this, it’ll help.” She encourages you, and you do as instructed, humming as the coolness of the liquid soothes your chapped lips and dry mouth.

You nod in the affirmative of you being satisfied, and she takes it away, placing it in the tray she brought with her. She takes the mask and gestures for you to let her put it back over your face.

“We want this on a little longer. Dr Marcel did your surgery. He had to perform some repairs to your kidney. I can’t give you the full details but the reason you became so unwell was the forming of a hematoma, a clot around the point of injury, your injury would be considered a grade III when it comes to renal trauma.” You nod, wordlessly taking in the new information, prompting the nurse to carry on, “You shouldn’t worry, though, the prognosis is positive and you did not need a kidney removed. he’s going to come by in an hour or so to check on you himself. In the meantime, if you need anything at all, just press the call button or your detective can come to get us, okay?” 

You want to laugh at the phrase “your detective”, as if Jay was your personal assistant, the smugness on your face didn’t go unnoticed by the detective in question, making him smile too. 

You then mull over the fact that your kidney had been damaged, you had needed a repair, and it definitely explained why you had felt so sick. Coming back out of your thoughts you see the nurse waiting for a response, hurrying yourself to reply,

“Of course, thank you.” You watch as the nurse leaves before turning back to Jay. He tilts his head slightly, curious as to what you wanted to say, “What?” 

You bite your lip, unsure whether to speak, “You don’t have to stay, you know? I don’t want you wasting time here.” 

The second the words land on Jay’s ears you regret speaking them, you knew better than to push him away, especially after something like this. 

He shakes his head, scooting closer again, “Really? I think I get to choose where to be, and I want to be here with you, kiddo.” He’s lightly stern with you, you knew how much he looked out for you, and if you were being honest you didn’t want him to leave. Not for one second.

You sigh, smiling sheepishly, “Okay. Just so you know Jay, saying ‘thank you’ seems like a real understatement of my gratitude, but thank you, man, seriously….” You have another question, “What about Hank though?” 

Jay waves the question off, “He’s got Adam and Kim with him, we’ve been taking it in turns between the both of you, Hailey and Kevin have gone to shower, change and grab a bite.” He continues, “Hank wants to see you by the way, as soon as you’re allowed, or at least face time you. He’s in good spirits, all things considered, he told us what happened, Y/N, we’ve launched an investigation into Arnold.”

Your stomach flips. Arnold. “You have?” You ask, in disbelief that your theory was actually definitely the truth. 

“Yeah, Hank knew something was up before the breach, but he couldn’t quite figure out what, but then it was too late. Now he’s got CIs and us working on it, you know what he’s like, trying to work from his damn hospital bed.”

You roll your eyes, not at all surprised Hank would be trying to take down someone from the confines of a hospital bed. You laugh, “Sounds about right”.

Jay laughs too, squeezing your hand in his, he takes in your appearance. You were there, but your eyes seemed to involuntarily droop, you were clearly fighting sleep, fighting the exhaustion that sat firmly in your bones.

“Listen, Y/N, why don’t you try and get some rest, alright? You’ve only just woken up, and you already look like you could sleep another year. I’ll be right here, and whatever you need, we got it, okay?”

Part of you wants to protest, you still had so many questions about what actually happened to you, what happened after you passed out, and just what did Marcel need to do in your surgery? However, you had to concede the answers would have to wait until the surgeon did his rounds, and until you could keep your eyes open for more than two minutes. 

“M’kay, I want to fight it, but I literally can’t.” You mumble, grasping a little more onto Jay’s hand, clasping his wrist. Jay finds it immeasurably cute, clasping his own hands over yours as he rubs a thumb over your forearm, soothing you back to sleep.

“You’ll stay?” You ask, voice thick with approaching slumber, head sinking back into the pillows.

He nods with a doting smile, “I’ll stay, kid. Get some sleep.”

Fin.

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Tags: @dumb-fawkin-bitch - @resanoona - @elius-learns-to-write - @enchantedblackrose (This is a platonic-sibling-ish??? fic, the reader isn't directly a sibling though.)

#whumptober2022 #no.4 #hidden injury #stabbing #fic #chicago pd #one chicago #jay halstead x reader