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[deanstead]

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Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Requested: no

Summary: Jay notices something is wrong with Y/N's mood over the phone

Word Count: 1.5K+

Tags/Warnings: mentions of (workplace) harassment

A/N: I know I haven't written in months so starting off slow/small to see if maybe I haven't lost my touch... also @halsteadlover may have threatened me to post this.

JAY HALSTEAD MASTERLIST

You glanced at the last message Jay had sent you a few hours earlier and smiled.

You got this.

Three simple words that somehow warmed your heart even though you were miles away in another city.

You rarely had to travel for work even though you’d worked as a translator at this company for some time. You mostly dealt with inbound foreign clients who came to Chicago but this time, they’d needed a translator for a conference outside Chicago and you were the only available one. Thankfully, it wasn’t too far so you didn’t even have to take a flight and the company had arranged for a car for you to get there.

Which was all too well, since Jay had also had his hands full and had to go undercover for a few days.

So it was even more heartwarming to see the message from Jay when you hadn’t really been expecting a reply.

Even though you had only seen the message after the conference, it still felt comforting to feel the last dredges of work nerves and anxiety leave your system.

“Y/N, come on.” One of your colleagues from another team called out to you and you stuffed your phone back into your pocket, before following her toward the private room of the restaurant where you were all supposed to be having dinner with a huge client.

You didn’t even like having social dinners with people you weren’t close with, not to mention dinners like this.

Dinner had barely started when you were proven right.

“Thanks to your team, the conference went very well.” The client smiled, looking around. “Of course, we have to thank Y/N for ensuring all communication went smoothly.”

You’d just smiled when you felt his hand slide onto yours from under the table and the smile froze on your face.

Instinctively, you pulled your hand away, bringing your hand up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and grabbing your jacket from behind you and draping it around you, smiling.

“Just doing my job, Mr. Saunders.”

You saw the look on his face and knew he’d taken offense, ridiculous as it was.

You chose to ignore it, pretending like nothing had happened. After all, he’d probably have gotten the hint.

He hadn’t.

The client made a few more passes at you - a hand on your knee, trying to take your hand again, and the most outrageous one was holding up food to feed you in front of everyone.

The action wasn’t lost on everyone who was there but no one spoke up.

You swallowed. “I’ll help myself.”

It was like something snapped in him and he glanced at you coldly and said, “Guess if you’re not hungry, you should go out and wait for everyone to finish.”

You glanced helplessly at your team manager who gave you a look to ask you not to make things worse than they already were.

You gritted your teeth but bit back any sort of response, getting up and leaving the room, a mix of anxiety, humiliation, self-doubt, and every other negative emotion swirling in the pit of your stomach.

Jay sighed, stretching as he sat up from the couch.

The apartment was uncharacteristically quiet since you were away for work.

Jay looked up at the clock. It was slightly past 10 which was weird because he hadn’t heard back from you.

Getting up to get himself a glass of water, Jay glanced at his messages before he decided he’d try and call. Even if you were still with your colleagues, you could probably still answer the phone since the conference was over.

There were two rings before you answered.

“Hey, still having fun with your colleagues?”

There was a slight pause before you answered.

“Jay.”

Jay frowned, immediately picking up on the fact that something was wrong.

“Y/N? What’s going on? You okay?”

Jay’s voice was gentle and so comforting, you felt the prick of tears again.

You cleared your throat. Honestly, crying on the street in the middle of the night was the last thing you wanted to do. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Have you eaten?” Jay’s worried voice sounded through the phone.

You smiled to yourself even as a tear escaped and slid down your cheek.

“Yeah, told you there was good food waiting for me after the conference.”

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” Jay pressed.

You shook your head even though he couldn’t see you. “I’m fine. I just… miss you.” You managed to keep your voice steady.

“I’ll come and get you,” Jay answered.

“Jay, it’s late and you probably haven’t had enough sleep for the past few days. I’ll take the earliest bus out to Chicago tomorrow.”

You heard the reluctance in his voice even though he agreed and after reassuring him not to worry, you hung up.

The wind felt even colder now as you sat by the side of the road, your carrier bag sitting next to you.

Technically you had another night at the hotel but you hadn’t felt like staying there for even a second longer. Other than the fact that the client knew exactly which room you were in, your team manager had left a message for you berating you for how you’d handled the situation which made you even more disgusted than you already were.

You didn’t know how long you sat there but as you felt it turn colder you thought you should get up and maybe find somewhere else to sit for the night. You didn’t care if you had to sit up all night at a 24-hour cafe but you weren’t going back to the hotel.

You’d barely gotten to your feet, reaching for your carrier when a familiar truck pulled up right before you.

You froze, as Jay appeared right before you like magic.

“Jay… you…”

Jay’s green eyes appeared even brighter than usual as he looked at you with a mix of exasperation and worry. “I came to take you home.”

You’d clearly been sitting out here for longer than you thought, but it didn't matter because when Jay finished speaking you felt the tears well up in your eyes as the security that Jay always made you feel flooded through your entire body and finally gave you enough courage to cry.

Jay stepped forward, wordlessly enveloping you into his arms.

You dissolved into sobs as you felt his arms around you and he pressed you gently into his embrace, his hand over the back of your head protectively. Jay didn’t say anything, just standing there quietly with you in his arms until your sobs gently died down.

"I…”

Jay pressed his lips against your temple and whispered, “Let’s go home.”

Jay didn’t ask you anything on the way home, and you must have fallen asleep because the next thing you knew Jay was pulling into the parking lot in front of your building and your stomach gave a tiny rumble as Jay killed the engine.

You glanced at him and Jay just let out a chuckle.

“Come on, I’ll order us a pizza and you can get comfortable.”

By the time you got out of the shower, the pizza was here and you got comfortable on the sofa as Jay handed you a slice and curled in next to you.

You didn’t say anything and Jay didn’t push you as you finished your first slice before you glanced up at him.

“I’m sorry.” You said in a low voice.

Jay raised an eyebrow.

“You must be exhausted.” You added.

There was a silence which made you look up and you felt the rare surge of insecurity from not being able to read the look on Jay’s face.

“Did you think I’d be able to go to sleep when I could hear how upset you were?” Jay said quietly. “Y/N, listen. You don’t have to worry about asking me to go out of my way for you. In fact, if it was possible, I hope you’d always do it. I’d go to the moon and back for you if you needed me to.”

You felt the tears well up in your eyes again, this time from an overwhelming feeling of being loved by someone.

Jay just quietly pressed his lips against your temple.

You leaned into him, the rest of the pizza slices forgotten on the table.

“Will you tell me what happened?”

You bit your lip, sitting up a little before you recounted what had happened that night as vaguely as possible, with bare details.

Even so, you could literally hear Jay grinding his teeth beside you.

You glanced at him. “Jay.”

“I’ll kill him. I will literally break his hands.”

You snuggled back into his side. “No, you won’t.” You mumbled. “But I needed to hear that.”

Jay sighed and pulled you tighter against him. “You did the right thing, you know that right? No matter what anyone says.”

You nodded without looking up and Jay patted the back of your head gently, ruffling your hair gently in the process.

You leaned deeper into Jay’s embrace before turning your head up gently to glance at him.

Jay smiled and leaned down to press his lips gently against yours. The negative feelings of the entire night were long gone because you were right where you belonged - home with Jay.

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[lily-174]

Saw you in the Jay Halstead x Reader tag! I was hoping you could do one where Jay is dating a black belt, and he keeps forgetting she can take care of herself bc she's been training for many years. Maybe she gets kidnapped, but escapes on her own? Thank you if you do! No problem if you don't! Have a good day 😊 💛

you picked the wrong girl- Jay halstead x reader

AN: well, I’m back… sorry I’ve been gone for so long guys. But I hope you enjoy this, and If you’ve read fics from me before. I hope you like the change in writing style.. I’d love to hear what you think (I did write the at 1am tho and didn’t proofread)

trigger warnings: Angst, Assault, kidnapping, mention of endo

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“yeah jay i’ll come over when i finish my shift tomorrow” you held your phone up to your ear, bag on the opposite shoulder as you left your apartment building.

“alright babe. be safe okay?” Jay, your boyfriend of 3 years spoke through the phone. A smile on your face as you thought of seeing him after your shift at firehouse 51.

“you too” you smiled before ending the call, shoving your phone into your back pocket as you began walking to your car. You and jay had met while serving in afghanistan yet had reconnected almost 6 years later after you started working back in chicago and got a job at firehouse 51 through your friend clark and everyone at 51 has quickly become your family.

As you approached your car you scrolled through your phone looking to message your best friend Gabriella Dawson to let her know you’re on your way to work. The two of you usually spend the start of your shift gossiping, it’s something you’ve grown to love. Especially when it comes to girl talks in a firehouse full of men. God just the memories of the boys faces—specifically cruz— when they walk in on a conversation about something they don’t want to know makes you laugh. Like the time you had cruz walk in on you talking to gabby about the horrendous side affects of your condition Endometriosis. Which you only got diagnosed with two years ago, and luckily it wasn’t completely debilitating for you as it was for a lot of women.

When you’d been diagnosed you were terrified of telling anyone, even Jay. But after hundreds of conversations with Gabby and Jay—who were both unapologetically supportive—it no longer bothered you and you’d come to the conclusion you’d rather talk about it and educate people on the subject rather than hide from it.

Shooting Gabby a quick text that read: ‘On way now. Got so much to tell you about the CPD party’

You smiled to yourself watching the three dots pop up signifying gabby was messaging you back. You and Gabby had almost no shame when it came to your conversations, so much so that you were sure you knew more about Gabby and Casey’s sex life than Casey did himself, and vice versa for Gabby and Jay. You knew Gabby had something to tell you too as she’d insinuated as such on the phone last night. And boy, did you have something to tell her too. The sex you’d had with Jay after that CPD party had been extraordinary, easily in your top 5 sexual experience—all of which had been with Jay. He was amazing, and with the strain and pain endometriosis puts on a woman’s sex life Jay had been so understanding and patient. He’d made sex something unimaginable.

‘Can’t wait. I have news too. 🫢’ Gabby replied. You smile as you reach your car pocketing your phone and pulling out your car keys. Just as you go to press the button on your keys to unlock your car what feels like a violent slam of bricks hits your head. Pain slices through your body, shaking your bones, starting from your skull and travelling all the way down to your toes. the pain is sharp, cold. So cold that black dots dance across your vision. You can’t process anything, every thought, every instinct you have fails under the pulsing pain in your skull as everything turns black.

Pain shatters the darkness enveloping you, cold air hitting the wetness coating your hair sending a shiver down your spine. Fear claws at you, digging into your flesh, pulling and tugging at your stomach acid just as the hands are. The hands? Pain and panic interlock as everything clicks. Hands. Gripping your waist dragging you across a stony path. Darkness, not the same as before, not the dark pain that had taken you hostage but the sun leaving you, leaving you vulnerable with your captor.

It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the darkness. Yet, when they do adrenaline takes ahold of you. Forcing the old you, the soldier to take over. Power floods your veins as soon as your eyes meet the evil ones of your kidnapper.

Where’s jay? Does anyone even know you’re gone? How long have you been gone?

Questions you won’t let linger stab you. And your limbs fill with strength, adrenaline. You pull your elbow back before forcing it into your captors ribs with every ounce of strength you can, ignoring the pain, ignoring everything. You refuse to be a photo on Intelligence’s evidence board.

Your captor grunts, weakening his grip on your as he stumbles unprepared. He quickly recovers, lunging forward aiming to take you down with his fists. You don’t let him. Your lungs clench, heart pounding as if a stampede lives beneath your ribs as everything you’ve been taught everything you’ve learnt and everything that’s ever made you feel powerful rushes through your veins. Army training, Boxing, karate, kickboxing.

You dodge his attempted assault and quickly throw a balled fist toward his jaw, and it connects with enough force to break a knuckle. You move quickly, precise like you’ve got forever to calculate his next move. But you don’t. It’s the adrenaline, rushes through your veins giving you enough energy for the final push. With another firm punch he stumbles, and in the next moment you land a hard kick to his most precious area. He falls, losing his balance and stumbling with a pained groan.

Run. You barely process your next movements as your legs carry you, each step shakier than the last as you take your chance, sprinting away. Your lungs burn, your skin igniting against the harsh chicago wind. You don’t even know where you are but you keep running, running, hoping to find something familiar. Some landmark, somewhere you know, someone you know.

Your body weakens, you feel as if you’re your legs will fail at any moment as you push on. The wind brushing against your tear stained cheeks leaving a chill in its wake.

95th and Trent. The familiar street sends the final wave of adrenaline through your body. You don’t stop running, you can’t. Not until your safe. You don’t know how long you’ve been running for, how long you’ve been missing. But when you reach the familiar 21st district it almost feels as if your heart stopped. Racing up the front steps you barrel through the door. Panicked, irrational, exhausted.

Trudy Platts panicked eyes meet yours and a wave of comfort makes your eyes well up. She rushes out from behind her desk ordering a officer away, “Get Halstead. And call a damn Ambulance and 51. Tell em we’ve got her.” She bites out before rushing towards you and taking you into her arms.

As soon as the warmth that is trudy Platt touches you, your heart cracks. Almost loud enough your worried it could’ve been heard from miles away. Tears poor from your eyes and you clutch onto her uniform as the adrenaline dissipates.

“Baby” A distraught familiar voice takes you by the hands guiding you home. His arms, his smell. You’re home, you’re safe. Jay takes you in his arms, tightly. Letting all of his worry and anger seep from him in the form of your touch.

“Are you okay? Y/n, I was trying to find you. I was gonna find you baby.” He whispers as your claw at his muscular frame. “You’re safe, I’ve got you” he whispers, his voice only causing the crack in your chest to grow. A crack that only he can fix, now that you’re home.

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[poppadom0912]

Excuses

Warnings: Mentions of fainting, diabetes, canon-typical injuries

Summary: You suffer the consequences just because your teacher thought you were making excuses.

A/N: First fic of 2024!!! I had plans that I was going to post weekly in the new year just like last year but things went downhill. This january and february has had its very good but also really bad moments and even writing this was a struggle. I've found myself in a weird place of wanting to write but struggling and all of a sudden not being able to balance my schoolwork and writing. So I took a lil step back to solely focus on my work but looking at everything now, my fic updates will be much less frequent but hopefully just as or if not, more fun to read.

I feel bad for not saying or posting anything since the new year but I'm here now and hopefully will be more alive. I've got lots planned for you beautiful people, several series and way too many fics in my drafts that I cannot wait for you all to read. This wasn't as long or as juicy as I intended but my brain completely failed me so I hope this is good enough. I initially wanted to post this at the beginning of March but I finished the final editing today so here you go!!

Final note before we start, I have general knowledge about diabetes but that's all from my grandma. I have no idea if it's the same for teenagers so I'm sorry for any mistakes. Happy reading!!

Your biology teacher had been on maternity for three weeks now and you were seriously contemplating life.

Because of the crappy rules surrounding maternity leave, when your teacher refused to return before her three months ended, your school had a supply teacher fill in for her till she came back.

Since day one, you knew you hated her.

It was mid lesson and you knew as soon as you started feeling sluggish that your sugar levels were dropping. Your thoughts were only confirmed when your Dexcom receiver let you know of your decreasing glucose.

This wasn't a usual occurrence. Will and Jay always made sure you had eaten enough and you had the means to maintain the needed glucose levels so that nothing happened.

Alas, you were up late revising and you were stressing about keeping up your good grades. Jay was rushing you out the door because he needed to go to a scene he'd just been called to and Will was out walking Kol and hadn't seen you leave.

In conclusion, it'd been a hot minute since you last ate something.

The school were well aware of your diabetes. It was one of the very important things your brothers stressed them about when you first started.

Most students knew about it actually, having seen your Dexcom and not understanding since a diabetic child apparently wasn't common according to them.

So, when you randomly pulled out a snack from your bag mid class, no one questioned it and instead would make sure you were okay. There'd never been a problem before in school and everyone wanted it to stay that way.

However, this new teacher, Mrs Byrne was apparently completely unaware of your medical condition.

"Y/N. You know the rules about eating in class." She said strictly, pulling away all the attention from the board onto you.

She stopped you in the middle of opening the packet of fruit gummies. You frowned, looking at her confused along with your classmates.

"I have diabetes." You said bluntly, continuing to open the packet. "I don't eat this and I'll pass out."

Mrs Byrne only rolled her eyes, smiling at you condescendingly. "I've heard that excuse hundreds of times, give those to me."

You scoffed at the audacity, refusing to hand over what was yours.

It was when she started walking towards your desk with a pep in her step that the entire class got involved. Their raised voices overlapped, some angrier than others over what was happening.

However, you too were Stubborn alike to your brothers so you kept as firm of a grip of the packet. You turned a blind eye to the anger fuelled cover teacher. You continued to smile as she spewed threats of all sorts.

Due to your frustration and annoyance over the teacher who wanted to take your gummies away, you didn't notice how everything started change; how hard it was to move your eyes and lips, your limbs getting heavier and you thoughts slowly getting muddled up.

Lost in a daze, you were no longer able to fight back when she pulled harder, successfully snatching the small packet out of your hands. It was now that the class got furious, your friends were already up and at your side but now they were verbally attacking the teacher.

Fed up with her petty behaviour, you were going to get up and go to the nurses office who would take care of you but getting out your seat was harder said than done.

With one of your friends help, you weren't too sure who was helping you from your hazy sight that cleared when you blinked too many times.

You were wobbly on your feet, taking slow and hesitant steps towards the front of the classroom but before you could leave, you felt your legs give out and everything went black.

*****

It turned out that supposed crime scene that he was imminently needed at was nothing but a prank by a bunch of college boys resulting in a grumpy Hank putting them in cuffs and having them fined for a very reasonable reason.

That's how the rest of the unit found themselves finishing up paperwork, catching up about life in general as they debated what they were getting for lunch.

Jay was smugly sitting back, eyes flickering between Kevin and Adam who were bickering over something trivial when his phone rung, catching everyone's attention.

They were all so bored and normally when one of their phones went off during work hours, it meant something came up and they were needed.

In interest, everyone turned their heads towards Jay and waited for him to tell them they got a crime scene.

Picking up his phone, Jay's brows furrowed at the number, confused as to why your school was calling him in the middle of the day. They'd only call him if two things happened: You'd gotten in trouble or you got hurt.

"Hello. Is this Y/N Halsteads brother Jay?" A voice he couldn't recognised asked, most likely some lady from the main office.

"Yeah, that's me." Jay confirmed, sitting up in preparation for whatever he was going to be told.

"So sorry to interrupt you sir but Y/N collapsed in class." The lady said with guilt laced in her words. "Your other brother didn't pick up the phone. We called to let you know we had to call the paramedics and they've taken her to Chicago Med."

"Uh yeah." Jay said, collecting his jacket and keys. "Yes, thank you."

Not waiting for a reply, Jay hung up and quickly knocked on Hank's office door frame.

"Sarge, I gotta get Y/N-"

"Go get her. We're done here."

*****

Wanting to pull his hair out, Will rubbed his eyes in frustration, glaring at his patients scans that only confused him further. He was tired and was coming to half way through his twenty four hour shift.

"Dr Halstead- Uh, Dr Rhodes in T4." Maggie stumbled, looking down at her brick and making sure she read it correctly.

"What's wrong?" Will asked, confused as to why Maggie changed her mind which she usually never did.

"It's Y/N."

Now fully awake, Will followed Connor towards the ambulance bay where you were being rolled in. You were groggily sitting up on the stretcher, you hair a mess and a few scratches around your face and hands from when you fell.

"Sylvie, what happened?" Will asked the blonde paramedic while looking you over. He desperately wanted to check you over himself but let Connor do his thing. He really did not need Ms Goodwin on his case today.

"Teachers didn't tell us much but her classmates said she collapsed after not being able to eat." Sylvie relayed the minimal information she knew, shrugging her shoulders when the two doctors looked at her weirdly. "No one would tell us anything more."

"Y/N, it's Connor. Can you hear me kid?" Connor said while pulling out his penlight. He was like another brother to you, his concern just as high. "Can you tell me what happened?"

You groaned, mumbling nonsense with your eyes screwed closed. Your words were mostly unintelligible but Will understood them mere seconds later.

Fixing the problem you complained about, Will turned down the lights and let Connor continue fussing over you.

It didn't take long to find out the cause of your collapse, Will sighing at the news when he read the numbers from your tests.

"I thought she was always on top of her sugar levels." Connor said, closing the room door so you could sleep in peace.

And what he said was completely true but they weren't aware of why you couldn't today specifically of all days.

"She is." Will said, rubbing a hand down his face in frustration. "Maybe her dexcom malfunctioned or something."

Connor hummed, agreeing with his friend.

"Hmm, maybe."

*****

Arriving at Med, Will gave Jay a detailed rundown of everything he new about your medical state but also the events pre your hospital arrival.

Getting a good look at you, holding your hand in his and kissing you on your forehead, Jay was more than happy to leave you in your oldest brothers safe hands while he got to the bottom of this entire ordeal.

He noticed Sylvie was still at Med, Foster mentioning they were running low on a few supplies so they needed some stocking up. Jay took this opportunity to interview the two paramedics and try to get further understanding on this situation that wasn't making much sense to him.

Arriving at your school, Jay had some thoughts in mind but they weren't very concrete and his confidence wasn't as strong as he'd like it to be.

Walking into the school, Jay immediately noticed an entire class sitting and standing around in the corridor waiting in front of the principals office.

One of the girls who had been sitting in a chair had caught sight of Jay, her eyes widening before she smiled, gently nudging the girl next to her and pointing in his direction. The girls reaction was the exact same.

This created a sort of domino effect as the boy next to her noticed Jay and everyone was telling the other of his sudden arrival. The once silent corridor was now beginning to fill with murmurs and whispers, all their eyes glued onto his figure that moved down the corridor, their shocked faces quickly changing into smiles and smirks.

It seems that Jay had a reputation of sorts.

"Why are you making so much noise? What did I just say about talking-"

The principal cut himself off from his scolding when he suddenly noticed Jay's presence, his face blanching as all the pieces clicked into place.

"Detective Halstead! What a surprise, we weren't expecting to see you so soon-"

This time Jay cut him off, not too bothered about his lack manners. "My brothers with Y/N at the hospital so I thought there was no other perfect time."

The principal remained silent.

"Now, why don't you explain to me why my sister fainted under your watch?"

The students behind Jay couldn't help but snicker knowingly.

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[uncasualfangirl]

The fact that I'm never going to get more scenes with them hurts me so much more ..

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[i-spaced-sorry]

Breaks are necessary and good for you

Enjoy a little Halstead sister and sibling fic about her hitting a wall due to overworking herself and her brothers helping her through it. As always the story is below the cut!

"Honey, take a nap, your tired" cooed your boyfriend, Alister.

"Can't. I need to take notes on the anatomy and physiology chapter and then I need to take a prequiz and then I need to get ready for work tomorrow." You replied while pulling up a side window of Netflix on your laptop. The bigger window on the screen was composed of your textbook for class.

"No, you need a break" stated Alister while pushing the lid of your laptop down.

"I told you, I can't" you repeated while pushing your laptop lid back up.

"Fine, then I'm going home. I can't see you overwork yourself!" Exclaimed Alister while he scooted out of his chair.

"Fine!" You exclaimed back, "I didn't want to see you today anyway" you added.

"Maybe I shouldn't date you period then" exclaimed Alister back.

"Fine by me" you screeched back!

"Good! Have a nice life Y/N" shouted Alister while slamming the door shut.

Without even letting yourself dwell on what just happened, you picked up your pencil and began note taking.

"Woah, what was with all the yelling" asks your eldest brother Will while walking out of his room.

"Nothing" you muttered.

"Didn't sound like nothing" stated Will. "Where did Alister go?" He added, while looking around the room.

"Home." You stated nonchalantly while scrolling to the bottom of the page on your ebook.

Will walked over to the coffee pot and poured cold coffee in a mug. While walking it over to the microwave he spoke, "sounded like you guys got into an argument. What was it about?"

You put your pencil down and sighed, "he was mad because I keep picking up shifts for work and when I'm not working I'm studying for school. He's mad that I'm tired but I'm not letting myself have a break."

"And what do you think of that?" Prompted Will. He too thought you were overworking yourself but felt like it wasn't really his place to say anything since he was the same way when he was in med school.

"Idk, we broke up I guess" you shrugged.

"You broke up?" Asked Will.

"I guess that's what happened" you replied.

Walking over and hugging you, Will sighed "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, I don't have time for boyfriends anyway. I gotta study, work, and make sure I'm prepared for my first exam in 3 weeks."

Sighing to himself, Will decided to let the issue of you overworking yourself go until he could talk to Jay about it. Jay saw you more during the week then he did anyway. So he would ask Jay what it looked like and if it was as bad as it seemed then they would intervene.

1 week later.

"Will, I think I got pick pocketed" you sobbed when Will picked up the phone.

Sitting up, Will spoke, "what do you mean you think you got pick pocketed?"

He hasn't had time to ask Jay about what he was witnessing as the ED got slammed and was severely understaffed and Will had to work 48hrs. And Jay's unit had picked up a hefty case and he hasn't been home as often as he would have liked.

"I was on the bus on the way to the library when I got to my train stop. Something in me decided to throw my hand in my zipper pocket to check for my wallet. But it's not there" your breathing was hitching with how distraught you were getting.

"Are you sure it isn't in another pocket?" Theorized Will. He would hate for you to lose your wallet when you needed your license to be able to do clinicals when the time came and you would have to cancel all your cards.

"I did 7 times. I swear I put it in my backpack before leaving the apartment!" You exclaimed!

"Take a deep breath"

You breathed in and out, "okay, now what?"

"I'm going to call Jay."

"Call Jay? Why? You think I'm crazy! You think I've overworked myself! You don't believe me!" You shouted while the Loop bound train rolled past you.

"Y/N, breathe, I do believe you. Your not crazy, okay. I'm just going to see if Jay is home and if he is, I'm going to see if he can check around your room, okay?"

"But I told you I put my wallet in my backpack!"

"Y/N, I hear you. I believe you. But just in case, it would be a good idea to have Jay check around your room. I'm not saying we will find it but it will be good to check before you commit to cancelling all your cards. Don't you think?" Rationed Will.

"Yea, I guess. But I swear I put it in here" you sounded so defeated and Will felt so shitty that he hadn't caught the signs of what this might be before it was too late.

"I'll call you right back, okay?"

"Okay"

Will's POV

"Jay?" Stated Will when Jay picked up.

"What's up?" Asked Jay on the other line.

"You home?"

"Yea, why?"

"2 things"

"Shoot"

"1. Have you seen Y/N's wallet? She thinks she was pick pocketed but I have the sneaking suspicion she just left it at home"

Will could hear Jay get up and heard him shuffling around, probably walking into Y/N's room and looking around, "It's here, she left it on her dresser" he hears Jay say a few minutes later.

"Oh thank God, that's a relief" sighed Will.

"You said there was 2 things, what's the second thing?" Asks Jay.

"Oh, yea, have you noticed Y/N acting any different?"

"Different how?" Replied Jay while he sat down.

"I don't know, studying too much, maybe working more hours than usual. Lack of sleep, lack of concentration. Anything?"

Jay thought about it for a while and the silence on the phone made Will almost think his brother hung up on him.

"I mean I've been slammed at work recently, you know that. So I haven't been around much to really get a good read on what's happening. But didn't you say her boyfriend just broke up with her? Maybe she's just grieving that."

"I don't know, I feel like it has to be more. Has she been home when you get home?"

"I've been getting home around midnight most nights. I mean there are days when she is walking in the door around that time, but I know she closes at her one job, so I thought she was just scheduled to work those days."

Will sighed, "it could be nothing, but I have the mind to ban her from studying or working for at least a day. She needs to take care of herself before she hits a wall and her body forces her to stop."

"I can do that. I know she is supposed to work tomorrow evening. I have a rare day off tomorrow myself, so I can make her call out of work and we can have a day watching mindless television and just chilling out" replied Jay.

"Sounds like a good idea. I gotta go, I told Y/N I'd call her back and let her know if she did leave her wallet at home"

"Bye"

"Bye"

Will hung up and called you immediately.

"Will?" You exclaimed when you picked up

"Hey, so I spoke to Jay and he said you left your wallet on your dresser"

"Oh thank God, crisis averted!"

"Crisis not averted Y/N" softly scolded Will.

Y/N's POV

"What do you mean?" You asked when Will said that.

"Jay and I are concerned. We think your overworking yourself."

"I'm not!" You pleaded

"But you are. This same exact thing with misplacing your wallet happened last December don't you remember?"

And you did remember. That week was hell. You were constantly working background gigs ontop of working opening shifts at work and were denying that you were getting sick. So much so your body gave you 1 warning sign in the form of misplacing your wallet. But you ignored the warning sign and opened the next day at work like nothing was wrong. But unfortunately your body needed a break and made you super ill, where you had to go home early from work and spend your birthday laid up in bed.

"I remember" you replied defeated. You knew your brothers meant well, but it was hard when you got into these mindsets to let yourself have a break.

"I won't ignore the warning sign this time. "

"Good, that's really good Y/N"

"But what do I do? Ya know to fix this?"

"Jay and I talked and he is going to stay home tomorrow on his day off and he suggested you call off and also stay home. "

"I can do that" you replied, already thinking about how by calling off you will have time to do notes and certifications for your class.

"But here's the catch" added Will, while also pulling you away from your thoughts.

"Uh oh" you replied

"You can't work on anything related to school or work"

"That's not fair! Will, I'll fall behind! I'm cruising by with a 90, if I don't study for this first exam I'm going to drop to an 80 and then I'll drop to a 75 because I'm behind and then I'll be below the passing average and if I don't get stuff done for school like the certifications by October 1st I'm not going to be able to do clinicals in October and then I won't pass the class and then I'll not be able to take the NREMT and then I'll be stuck in food service for another year when I enviably want to retake the class!" You were spiralling. You knew you were, but you just couldn't stop word vommiting.

"Woah, Y/N, take a deep breath" assured Will calmly.

Once you did, Will spoke again, "it's just 1 day. You will be able to stay ontop of everything, I know you will. Okay?"

"Okay," you mumbled

"And if you need help, don't forget you have a doctor brother right here and your other brother knows lots of paramedics and EMTs at the Firehouse who would be happy to help you stay atop of your class work."

"Your right" you replied

The next day

"Jay, do I really have to?" You asked while holding your finger over the manager on duty contact number in your phone.

"Yes. If you wait to do it later, then they may say you have to still go in"

It was 10am, you had woken up several hours ago out of habit but were watching TikToks until about 30 minutes ago

"The faster you get it done, the faster we can leave the house and get coffee" enticed Jay.

"Fine" you caved and pushed the button. Holding your phone to your ear you felt your heart race

"Hi, this Y/N, I'm supposed to come in today at 1:30 but I need a mental health day. I've been go go go since last Friday with work and school and yesterday I almost hit a wall and I just need a day to just let myself rest." You said when the person on the other side of the phone picked up.

Jay was proud of you and when you thanked the person and hung up he immediately hugged you.

"Let's go get coffee"

After getting coffee, the two of you came back to the apartment and you asked if you could watch Gilmore Girls. It was a yearly tradition for you to watch it every Fall from the beginning and you have begun watching it but weren't really getting to enjoy it cause you were always taking notes while it played in the background.

And you spend your day on the couch curled up to your big brother, occasionally taking naps and just watching TV.

Around 6:30, the two of you began to sit down for dinner when you spoke, "Thanks for hanging out with me today. And thanks for forcing me to slow down for 1 day."

"Anytime kiddo" replied Jay.

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Chicago PD Masterlist

Jay Halstead

When we fall (Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3)

You moved to Chicago to start a new life. Working as a doctor alongside your brother Connor you make new friends and although you swore to yourself not to let any man in your life at least for a while, your promises fail when you lock eyes with a handsome stranger in a bar.

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Safe

Jay HalsteadxReader 

summary: Y/n witnesses Jay in a life threatening situation for the first time and it affects her more than either of them expected. words: 4k warnings: canon typical mentions of violence, descriptions of anxiety and symptoms of ptsd.

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“Get down, get down!” You recognize the voice before you see the person yelling. Instinctively, you listen, dropping straight to the ground and ducking behind a parked car. Your coffee that you had bought moments ago sloshes over the side of the cup at your sudden movements. Your heart is pounding loudly in your chest as you watch the scene unfold in front of you. Three men are running in different directions, each holding what appears to be a gun. You can hear the gunshots ring out, and people are screaming as they all frantically try to find cover. You remain crouched on the ground, but you peek cautiously around the car. You know who you’re looking for, even if it means you’re more in danger because you’re not completely tucked away. 

When your eyes find your boyfriend, you don’t feel relieved like you had hoped you would. Instead you feel more frantic and afraid because you can tell he’s mostly out in the open, pursuing the suspects. He doesn’t see you, and you intentionally don’t call out to him. He’s yelling at the guys to stop, shouting, “Chicago PD, stop!” while yelling at others to get out of the way, the same way his warning had told you to take cover without even knowing that it was you. 

Everything happens in just a few seconds. More gunshots ring out and you watch Jay as he ducks behind a parked car before calling for backup. You hope that this means he’ll be safe, but before you know it, he’s running back out into the open, continuing to pursue them on foot as they turn down an alley. You feel stunned as Jay disappears from sight. The adrenaline is still coursing through your body, but suddenly you feel sick with worry. 

Blue lights and loud sirens flood the area as cops and ambulances arrive on the scene. You can’t help but continue to stare at the corner of the building where you last saw Jay. You don’t know where he went or if he’s even safe. The fear and worry settles in your stomach, and as much as you want to make sure others are okay, you can’t move from your spot tucked between the rear tire of a parked car and the sidewalk. Pulling your phone from your pocket, you immediately text Jay, “Are you okay??” Is all your fingers can type. You click send and then stare at the message, just waiting for the three dots to indicate he’s typing a response. The dots don’t come. 

A police officer approaches you, snapping you out of your trance. “Miss, are you okay? Are you hurt?” 

Shaking your head frantically, you check your phone again, still no response from Jay. “I-I’m okay, I think, but my boyfriend. I–I don’t know if he’s okay.” 

“He was here with you? Was he hurt?”

“No – I mean – he was here, but not with me. He’s a cop. He was chasing the guy.”

“He’s intelligence?” The patrol cop asks, and you simply nod.

“Please, can you see if he’s okay?” You plead motioning toward the radio. 

He hesitates before speaking into his radio, asking for an update on the foot chase. There is no update immediately. “Sorry miss. They don’t usually update us unless they’re calling for backup.” 

You nod and thank him anyway before glancing down at your phone again. Still no response to the text. You know he’s working and he’s busy. Just because he hasn’t responded doesn’t mean he’s hurt. Even though you logically know all of this, you still click on Jay’s contact, calling him. You just need to hear his voice. You need to know he’s okay. The phone rings five times and then goes to voicemail. Although a part of you knows Jay is busy working and just because he’s not answering doesn’t mean he’s hurt, another part of you is becoming more and more frantic with every second that passes without hearing from him. The cop eventually wanders away after realizing that you’re fine and not hurt. Finally, after waiting a few more minutes, you can’t take it anymore and you call Voight, he answers on the fourth ring. 

“Y/n?” 

“Voight, is Jay with you? Is he okay?”

“Jay’s not with me, he’s at a scene.” Voight’s voice gives no indication that anything is going on, but you know he has to know what just happened. 

“I know. I’m on fourth and central and I was here when they were shooting. I saw Jay running and they were shooting at him and he’s just gone now and he hasn’t answered his phone.” All the words tumble out of your mouth so quickly you’re not even sure Voight can understand what you were saying. 

“Y/n, slow down. I’ll have Jay call you. Just hold tight.” He responds, his voice still completely calm and you wonder how he can sound like that after everything that just happened and everything you just told him. 

“Okay, thank you.” You force out, barely managing to take a breath. 

About a minute later, your phone is ringing. This time, it is Jay. “Are you okay?” You ask instead of saying hello. 

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You can hear him breathing loudly, but that’s the only indication that anything just happened. “Are you okay? Voight said to call you, what’s wrong?” 

“I’m on fourth and central.” You whisper. Hearing Jay’s voice reassures you a little, but the image of him running and the guns pointed at him and then him running after them while they could turn and shoot him at any time continues to run through your mind. 

There’s a beat of silence as he processes your statement and takes in what that means. “I’ll be there in three minutes.” He responds. 

“Jay, are you okay?” You repeat your question, “I saw you running and they were shooting and –” 

“Y/n,” he cuts you off calmly. “I’m fine. We got one and the other two got away, but I’m not hurt. I’m fine, y/n. Are you okay?” 

“I just want to see you.” 

You can hear the sound of his truck door slamming, then he says, “I’m almost there. I’m just a block away.” 

“Okay.” You whisper, looking up, hoping to spot Jay’s truck. A moment later you see his truck come around the corner, so you stand from your spot, finally feeling safe enough. He sees you and pulls up to the curb, parking the truck and jumping out immediately. He rushes over to you, checking you over for injuries as if you were the one in danger earlier, not him. 

You barely give him time to make sure you’re okay before you wrap your arms around him, clinging to him, “I was so scared.” 

“I know, I know,” He whispers, holding you close. 

“You just ran away.” 

“I didn’t know you were here.” He feels you trembling and holds you even tighter. “We’re okay.” He reassures you again. 

After an entire minute, he releases his arms from around you, softly saying, “C’mon, let’s get out of here.” He surveys the scene briefly before taking your hand and leading you toward his truck. Your car is parked around the corner, but you don’t care right now. You just want to feel safe in his truck. 

He gets into the driver’s seat and turns to look at you face to face. “What happened?” 

You want to crawl over the center console, but you remain seated in the passenger seat and explain, “I just stopped for coffee and when I came out of the coffee shop, that guy was running past me, and then I heard you yelling to get down, so I did, but then I saw him shooting and you ran after him, and it was so loud and I was just scared that you were going to get hurt.” You ramble, still feeling completely shocked and unable to really process what happened.

“I’m fine. See?” He takes your hand in his, squeezing lightly. “I didn’t even get shot.” He smiles, trying to lighten the mood, but it doesn’t work. 

“But you could’ve.” Your mind is going to the worst case scenarios. Even though you’ve always known what Jay does for a living, and you know he’s been shot before, it never really felt real. It never felt real because when he comes home to you, he makes everything seem like it’s not a big deal. He makes it seem like what he does isn’t scary and his life isn’t always in danger. 

Seeing him in danger today, seeing him running and putting his life at risk to save others is something that terrifies you. It makes you feel selfish when you realize you just want him safe no matter the cost, but it’s true. 

“But I didn’t.” He reassures you again, pulling you from your thoughts knowing it is what you need to hear. 

Jay’s phone is ringing at that moment and he glances at the screen. He sighs, sounding torn, “I have to go back to the district.” Of course he wants to make sure you’re okay, but he’s also in the middle of a big case and they have one suspect in custody. 

“Yeah,” You state, realizing that he’s in the middle of the work day and everything can’t stop just because you’re feeling completely off and terrified. “I should go back to work too.” 

He hesitates now, “Maybe you should go home. Take the afternoon off, I’m sure your supervisor will understand.” 

Jay is about to walk into a room with one of the guys who was literally hurling bullets toward him not thirty minutes ago, and he suggests you should take time off. “No, I’m fine. I’ll just go back.” You brush off his concern, reaching for the door handle to get out of his truck.

He places his hand over yours, squeezing gently. “Hold on, I’ll drive you to your car. Where is it?” 

You accept his offer, giving him directions to drive you down the street and around the corner to where your car is parked. It only takes a minute to get there, and when he stops the truck beside your car, he asks, “Y/n, are you really okay to go back to work?”  

You nod, even though you’re not so sure. “I’ll see you tonight?” You phrase it as a question, knowing they’re clearly in the middle of something, even if you don’t know all the details. 

“I’ll text you later, but I think I’ll be late, don’t stay up, okay?” 

You nod numbly. You had half expected that answer, but the selfish part of you just wants him home tonight. You want him home safe in bed next to you because that means he’s not running around potentially getting shot at. 

He leans over, kissing you softly. “I love you, I’m okay. You’re okay.” He tells you again. 

You nod, mumbling, “Love you too,” Before sliding out of the truck and getting in your car. Jay waits until you’re safely in your car, and then he motions for you to pull out in front of him. He follows you halfway back to your office before he has to turn off onto a different road to head to the district.  

The rest of the day passes in a blur, but you find yourself worrying about Jay way more than usual. You feel unsafe, even though you know your office is safe. Although you and Jay text back and forth a few times throughout the rest of the afternoon, you still wonder if he’s out chasing down more suspects, if he’s out in the open with people shooting at him again. You try to remind yourself this is his job. This is what he’s done for as long as you’ve known him, but yet you had never witnessed it first hand until today. 

As you had both expected, Jay lets you know he won’t be home in time for dinner, so you pick up takeout on your way back to the apartment. You go through your normal evening routine for when Jay is wrapped up in a case, but you’re feeling so on edge that you can’t relax, and you certainly can’t sleep. Jay finally walks in around eleven at night, and you’re still wide awake, the light from the tv casting a dim glow on the bedroom. 

You hear his keys jingle and then you hear the door open and shut quietly. You can tell by his quiet footsteps that he’s trying not to wake you. Before you know it, you’re out of bed and padding through the bedroom door to see him pulling his gun from its holster and dropping his badge on the counter. You hesitate in the doorway and watch as he locks his gun in the safe. As soon as he does that, you close the distance and wrap your arms around him. “Hi,” he greets you, “I thought you’d be sleeping by now.”

“I couldn’t sleep.” You mumble before burying your face against his chest. 

He nods, and holds you for a few more seconds before letting go and leading you to the kitchen. He opens the cabinet, grabbing two mugs and putting them down on the counter before putting water in the kettle and turning it on. He pulls out the chamomile tea and holds it up with a questioning look, offering you tea without any words. You nod your response to his unasked question. 

He pulls you back into his arms as you both wait for the water to be ready. “How was the rest of your day?” He asks, almost as if this was a normal day, which you realize it might have been for him. 

“I honestly don’t really even know. I don’t think I actually got anything done, but I didn’t have much to do anyway, so it was fine.” Before he can respond, you change the subject, not wanting to talk about yourself. “How was your day? Did you figure out who the other two guys were or what they were trying to do?”

He shakes his head, “We know more than we did earlier, but we haven’t figured it all out yet.” 

There are so many questions and worries at the tip of your tongue, but you don’t want to say any of them out loud. The kettle singing stops you from having to say anything, and Jay quickly finishes making the tea. You spend the next thirty minutes drinking tea and sitting together on the couch. Neither of you say much, but you’re just grateful Jay is home and safe for now. 

By the time sleep finally comes, it’s past one am and Jay had already been peacefully sleeping beside you for over an hour. 

When your eyes pop open, worry and fear flood your body. Your first instinct is to check on Jay, and you’re grateful to see that he doesn’t seem to have moved at all since before you fell asleep. You check your phone to find out it’s only four in the morning, but your body won’t let you sleep anymore. 

Jay finally starts to wake up around six thirty, and by then you’re feeling so tired but you know now there’s no time for more sleep. The morning is uneventful, and you go through the motions basically on autopilot, getting ready, making coffee, eating breakfast, packing lunch, saying bye to Jay. When you’re at work, it seems like only half your brain capacity is actually on work stuff, the other half is unintentionally replaying the moments outside of the coffee shop from the day before. You can almost hear the gunshots and people screaming. And the one image that keeps playing in your mind on repeat is the image of Jay ducking behind a car, narrowly being missed by the flying bullets and then leaving the illusion of safety in pursuit of the same people who were shooting at him. 

When you go home that night, it’s to an empty apartment as Jay is still knee deep in the case. You want to talk to him about it, but he’s acting like everything is fine, which makes you think that you should be feeling fine too, despite the fact that you feel so far from fine. 

It’s three days before Jay finally makes it home in time for dinner. He mentions that they solved the case. He talks about it so casually that it seems like he wasn’t affected by that day at all. Your mind starts to wonder how many other times Jay has been shot at or put into unsafe and life threatening situations that you didn’t even know about . As much as you want to talk about it, you also don’t want to say any of it out loud because it makes it real. If you don’t talk about it, you can still pretend it didn’t really happen. 

“Is everything okay at work?” Jay asks you that night while you’re eating dinner. 

“Yeah, why?” The question caught you off guard. 

He shrugs, “Just wondering. You seem a little off. You’re not sleeping. You seem stressed and on edge all the time, I was just wondering if you had something going on at work.” He noticed. Of course he noticed. He just doesn’t know the real reason why. 

You shake your head and poke around your plate at the roasted vegetables. 

“No, work’s been the same.” 

“Is it something else?” He questions, his voice only holding curiosity and concern. When you shake your head again, he just nods, stabbing a piece of broccoli and putting it in his mouth. “Okay, maybe we can go out this weekend, if you’re not too busy at work?” He suggests. He’s been feeling as disconnected as you have. This is his attempt at getting back to normal. 

“Yeah, that sounds good.” You force a smile, but even you can tell it doesn’t quite reach your eyes. 

Another two days pass much the same as the few days before that. The fears and worries aren’t getting better like you had thought and hoped. The flashbacks and nightmares are not any less intense. Not talking about it clearly isn’t working. 

It’s the weekend and Jay has made reservations at one of your favorite restaurants. Since they solved the last case, things have been relatively calm for Jay at work and he’s been home more often, but you haven’t mentioned how you’ve been feeling. 

Jay comes home about an hour before the dinner reservation. He had to go into work for a few hours, but you welcomed the time alone. At least then you had no one to pretend to be okay in front of. You find yourself worrying whenever Jay is at work lately, not even just when he’s in the middle of a case or on a scene. Most times you don’t know whether he’s just sitting in the bullpen doing paperwork or research or if he’s actually out in the city, so you find yourself worrying always. 

It’s become too much, and you know you can’t handle it on your own anymore. You can’t keep feeling this terrible feeling in your stomach and the tightness in your chest every time you’re not with Jay. 

As soon as he got home from work, he went to take a shower. By the time he comes back out, you know what you have to do. 

“Are you almost ready?” Jay questions, emerging from the bedroom fully dressed for dinner to find you’re still lying on the couch in one of his t-shirts. 

“Hey, uh can we just talk for a bit?” You question, and Jay’s brows knit together in confusion, but he quickly strides over to the couch. You sit up and he takes a seat beside you. He sits silently, waiting for you to start talking.  

“I’m still kind of freaked out about what happened.” You admit, not looking up at him. 

“What happened?” His voice is full of confusion. He doesn’t know what you’re referencing. 

“Yeah, the other day. The shooting.” You try explaining. 

Jay reaches out and takes your hand in his. His expression softens, and he whispers, “It was scary.” 

“Yeah, no.” You shake your head trying to gather your thoughts. “I saw you running after those guys and they had guns. They could have shot you.” Jay looks like he wants to say something, but he remains silent so you continue. “I just saw it all happen, and I can’t not see it. Everytime you go to work, I worry. I’m terrified I’m going to get a call from Voight saying something bad happened.” 

Jay closes the small distance between you both, wrapping his arms around you. “I’m so sorry. I should have realized it was bothering you.”

Shaking your head, you respond, “No, I didn’t tell you. I thought I would just feel better on my own, but I haven’t.”

Jay pauses, considering his next words carefully. “I want to say you don’t have to worry, but I know that won’t really help.” 

You shake your head because you’ve tried to tell yourself not to worry so many times over and yet you’re still worrying yourself sick. 

Jay unwraps his arms from around you, and quickly stands up from the couch. You whine in protest, but he disappears into the bedroom, promising to be back in a minute. You wait there until Jay emerges from the bedroom a short while later. He’s holding several things in his hands and he stops in front of you. 

Confused, you watch as he holds up his bulletproof vest, “This isn’t the one I have at work, but it’s pretty similar.” He hands it to you and you take it, feeling the weight of it in your hands. “It’s bulletproof. I wear my vest anytime I step foot out of my car and most times whenever I’m even leaving the district.” 

He pauses, watching you glance from him to the vest in your hands. “That day that we were on the street, I was wearing my vest under my clothes, to protect me.” 

He holds up his work phone next. “I always have this on me. I can call for an ambo in seconds. I just press the side here and I talk into it and someone on the other end is ready to send an ambulance. It’s way faster than calling 911.” 

You understand what he’s trying to do. He can’t tell you not to worry, but he can give you reasons why you don’t have to worry as much. 

“I didn’t pull my gun out because I know you don’t like it, but that keeps me safe too. If I’m in danger, I can shoot them before they shoot me.” 

You nod at him, his words actually managing to soothe you in ways you didn’t expect. 

“The whole unit has my back, always.” Jay continues explaining. He takes the vest from you and places it down on the coffee table with his phone. “That day, when I ran down the alley Hailey was on the other end. That’s how we caught the guy. She had my back. I wasn’t alone out there, even though it might have looked like it.” 

He sits down on the couch again, pulling you into his arms. “I know you’re going to worry, and I get it, but I’m not doing reckless or dangerous things. And you know what’s in the back of my mind all the time?”

“What?” You whisper.

“Coming home to you.” He squeezes your hand, his eyes finding yours and holding eye contact. “I do my job, and I do it well so I can come home to you at night, every night.” 

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[ahmazingsam]

I Feel it coming

Ok, this is my first ever post - I'm so scared but so excited too. There is smut, don't know how good it is, so enjoy! lol :)

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Standing with her back against the bar, Charlotte let out a sigh. A small smile graced her lips when the bartender handed her a freshly poured glass of wine. Her manicured fingers circled around the stem of the glass, and she nodded her head in appreciation before bringing the glass to her lips. In one sip, Charlotte downed the liquid and handed the now empty glass back to the bartender, who was already holding his hand out. The shock from Charlotte’s actions wore off the poor guy’s face after the third glass. On a normal night, she would care about how she acted and wouldn’t be on her fifth glass, but tonight she didn’t even bat her eyelashes in shame.

As she waited for her new drink, her brown eyes surveyed her surroundings. The ballroom was filled from corner to corner with partygoers, talking and dancing with each other. There, only a few feet away, her friends sat around a table enjoying each other's company. And she wasn’t surprised to see Kim sitting on Adam’s lap. It took them a few years, and a few too many close calls, to realize how right they were for each other. While dating in your same detective unit is frowned upon, per se, Intelligence was different; Voight made the rules, and if he said it was ok, it was ok - no one questioned it. 

Charlotte couldn’t help it and smiled when Adam’s hand rubbed the bottom of Kim’s back, which made her smile at him. They were the definition of relationship goals. 

“Shit,” Charlotte said. 

Leaning too far to the left, she felt herself trip over the bottom of her dress. She quickly caught herself and looked around to see if anyone saw her almost falling on her face. No one did, thankfully, but then she stood still for a moment thinking about if she would actually care if someone did – and with the amount of alcohol in her, she didn’t. Charlotte pulled her dress carelessly and turned towards the bar.

The bartender - Derek - stood in front of her with her now full glass. Suddenly, Charlotte was surrounded with Kim and Hailey on each of her sides. Charlotte smiled small and took the glass from his hands.

“How many glasses have you had?” Kim asked. 

She shrugged and looked back at her cup.

“This is my fifth - no sixth glass,” she said. 

Hailey and Kim looked at each other before looking back at Charlotte. 

“I am fine, so stop worrying,” Charlotte said. “How long have you known me? For, what, like, six years? You guys know I need to take the edge off at these things.” 

Hailey frowned. 

“We know when your anxiety is getting the best of you,” Hailey said. “Like you said, we know you.”

Charlotte opened her mouth, but Kim cut her off.

“It’s been a rough year for you and don’t even try to deny it,” she said. “But it's a special occasion! Everyone is dressed up and having fun. It is not everyday the city of Chicago throws the entire police department a party. You should be dancing, not sitting over here looking like a creep.” 

Charlotte laughed and bumped Kim’s shoulder. 

“I’m sorry,” Charlotte said. “I should be having fun; I am having fun. But I hate parties, especially parties that involve talking to people.”

Kim and Hailey both threw their heads back and laughed. 

“Well, as your best friends, we are forcing you to mingle,” Kim said. “Adam, Kevin, Antonio, and even Voight,  want to hang out with you too.” 

Charlotte sighed.

“I guess I should talk to them. They are my friends,” she said.

Hailey smiled and nodded.

“They are your very good friends, and we should have dragged you over there an hour ago,” she said. 

“Well then what are we waiting for?” Charlotte asked.

Hailey and Kim smiled and turned around. With her glass in her hand, Charlotte let them drag her over to their table. 

Adam was still sitting but was now in a deep conversation with Antonio, who was sitting across from him. Kevin stood with Voight in front of the table and was talking to some other officers. Charlotte let out a sigh of relief she didn’t realize she was holding.

He wasn’t here. 

He is not sitting next to Adam. He is not making some joke; he is off somewhere else, somewhere far away from here. 

Kevin was the first person to notice the girls. His eyes got wide, and he smiled big. 

Charlotte laughed as his arms circled around her. A moment later, she felt another set, and soon Adam, Kevin and Antonio were all hugging her while Voight just shook his head at their antics. When joining Intelligence three years ago, the unit already had their groove; they knew who worked with who and what everyone’s strength was. They were a family, and trying to enter a unit like this is scary. Kim and Hailey immediately welcomed Charlotte and accepted another woman with open arms. The boys took their time, but after a few late nights working and drinking at Molly’s, they became her older brothers. 

“Dude, finally!” Adam yelled, shaking Charlotte’s shoulders. “We have been fucking waiting for you.”

Everyone laughed. 

“Are you ready to have some fun?” Antonio asked, smirking. 

Charlotte nodded, but she had a feeling she was going to regret that decision in the morning. 

The boys cheered and headed to the bar to grab shots from Derek.

Yes, she thought. She was definitely going to regret this. 

*******

It was a quarter to two in the morning when Charlotte found herself sitting in the seat Adam was sitting in before. Her friends were in front of her dancing. 

After two shots of vodka and another glass of wine, Charlotte could feel how drunk she was. However, she concluded that this was a rare occasion where she didn’t feel sick after drinking that much. Instead, she found herself smiling and more at ease than she thought she would be. 

The ballroom was still packed with people, and no one was going home anytime soon. Charlotte listened as the next song came through the speakers, and she smiled when she heard The Weeknd’s voice. 

Charlotte watched as Hailey cheered loudly and pointed at Charlotte. She laughed and let her friends drag her out to dance. 

Yeah, uh

Tell me what you really like Baby I can take my time We don't ever have to fight Just take it step-by-step

Charlotte let the music move through her as she found her hips moving in sync with the beat. She saw Hailey wink at her before she turned around and disappeared in the crowd. 

Charlotte frowned and was about to go after her until she caught a whiff of something that she hadn’t smelt in a while.

Turning around, she stood in front of the man she thought she wouldn’t have to see tonight. 

Jay Halstead looked down at her, and Charlotte could feel her heart falling out of her chest. 

I can see it in your eyes 'Cause they never tell me lies I can feel that body shake And the heat between your legs

Green eyes met blue eyes as the pair stood only a few inches from each other. Charlotte could feel the heat radiating off his body, and this made her anxiety grow. 

The first-time Charlotte met Jay was during her second week of working with the unit. He was in an undercover case, and when he introduced himself to her, she knew she was in trouble. His voice drew her in, and Charlotte couldn’t move herself away.

You've been scared of love and what it did to youYou don't have to run, I know what you've been throughJust a simple touch and it can set you freeWe don't have to rush when you're alone with me

Jay’s hand circled her waist and pulled Charlotte in until their chests were touching. She could feel his suit rubbing against the silk of her dress. His forehead touched hers and soon she was swaying with him. His eyes never looked away from her, even though Charlotte closed hers.

His breath brushed against her face; his hands gripped her waist, holding on like she was going to disappear any second - and Charlotte couldn’t blame him for feeling that way. Their last encounter had her running home and leaving him broken-hearted. 

You are not the single type So baby, this the perfect time I'm just trying to get you high And faded off this touch

When his lips touched that spot behind her ear, that spot that makes Charlotte weak in the knees, she knew she had to move out of his grip. Opening her eyes, she saw him frown, and she knew he saw the tears forming in her eyes. 

Charlotte took this chance and surprisingly broke out of his hold before dashing off towards the bathroom.

She couldn’t breathe, and she stopped when she reached the small hallway. Charlotte was alone for five seconds before she felt his hands on her face, and green eyes met blue eyes once again.

“You aren’t supposed to be here,” Charlotte mumbled. “I only came because I was told you weren’t going to be here.” 

She felt herself getting worked up. A tear escaped, and Jay’s thumb immediately wiped it away. 

“Why are you here? I was doing so well!” Charlotte said. “I haven’t thought about you in days, and now you are here in front of me, and it’s not fair.”

Jay frowned. 

“Why? Why isn’t it fair? Jay asked. “I am a detective too. I am allowed to be here.” 

Charlotte let out a choked sob. 

“Because I left you,” she said. “I ran away and left you. I hurt you. I told you I couldn’t do this. God, do you know how hard it was to leave you? Why couldn’t you have just listened to me and stayed away?” 

Jay stared at Charlotte with such force that she didn’t even know he had. His thumbs caressed her face, and she almost whimpered at his touch. Her back pressed against the wall as Jay moved until their chests were touching.

And then he smiled. 

“Charlotte, I love you,” he said softly. “I will always love you. I knew I loved you when you first spilt coffee on me.” 

Charlotte sobbed. 

“I know you’ve been hurt in the past. That bastard ripped you open and broke your heart, and you don’t know how badly I want to kill him,” Jay said. “Yes, I was hurt when you left, but I knew it wasn’t you. It was your fear, and you had no control of it.”

Charlotte stood quiet; she let him talk. She missed that voice more than she thought she did - and it has only been a week without him.

“Please let me in. Please let me be the one to help you become you again,” he said. “I know you love me. God, I can feel it right now, Charlotte.”

Without warning, his lips were on hers, and Charlotte didn’t waste a second before wrapping her arms around his neck.

“I love you,” Charlotte said. “I’m so sorry for hurting you. I know I shouldn’t have left, and I almost turned around, but I couldn’t. I wanted to. I wanted to come back the next day and the day after that, but I didn’t think you would want me still. I have so much baggage, and I didn’t want to chance it with you. I knew if I gave in and stayed, I knew if we didn’t last, I wouldn’t be ok. I would never be ok if that happened.”

Jay smirked and pressed his lips against hers once more. 

“Baby, we are going to last; you can hold me to that,” he said, making Charlotte laugh. “Kim and Adam may hold the title right now for the King and Queen, but that will be us soon enough.”

Charlotte smiled and nodded. 

“Let me take you home,” Jay said softly. 

Charlotte bit her lip and nodded with no hesitation. 

“I thought you’d never ask.”

*******

The ride home to Charlotte’s apartment was quiet. Nothing but the breeze from the open window blowing on her face, and Charlotte didn’t mind it one bit. From the alcohol and the sudden onset of emotions, Charlotte needed some quiet time to register what just happened. 

After Jay kissed her one more time, he grabbed her hand and beelined it for the exit. Just before they made their escape, Charlotte connected eyes with Hailey, Kim, and the rest of their friends. Each of them hollered and cheered as they saw their two best friends happy again. Jay smirked and waved to them before they were out of sight. 

Buildings blurred together as the pair drove down the streets. Luckily, Charlotte’s place was only a short drive away.

Charlotte could feel Jay’s eyes on her every once and a while, but Charlotte kept her eyes on the window. 

She knew what was going to happen when they arrived at her apartment. It’s been almost four years in the making; she could cut the sexual tension with a knife. It’s not like neither of them were virgins, but this time it’s different.

It’s with him.

Her eyes moved off the window and watched Jay look at the road in front of them. He’s gotten way more attractive since the last time she saw him - how is that possible since it's only been seven days? She didn’t know, but he did.

He’s not like her previous boyfriends, not at all. He doesn’t rush her; he will be as patient as she needs him to be. He doesn’t care that she has had some fucked-up years; he’s had some fucked-up years himself. He doesn’t baby her, he tells her how it is, and while he doesn’t show his vulnerable side a lot, she knows he will if he wants to. 

“What are you looking at?” 

Charlotte snapped her eyes off him and back to the window. She could see his lips curve, and she felt heat rush to her face as she just got caught staring.

“It’s ok to look, you know. I am rather good looking,” Jay said, making Charlotte laugh. “You know, I am looking at you.”

Charlotte forced herself to look at him. He was smirking at her. 

“Shut up and drive,” she said, sending out a smile of her own. 

Jay laughed and reached over to squeeze her hand. Charlotte’s heart thumped hard. 

She didn’t understand why she was so nervous. For god’s sake, it was Jay: The guy who makes her snort when she laughs; the guy who knows how to push her buttons just when they need to be pushed. 

But he’s also the guy that gives her middle school butterflies. He’s the guy who has given her a chance to open up and let someone in again. He’s the guy who doesn’t care about the scars her past relationships left, mental and physical. 

“Hey, you ok?” 

Jay was looking at her again, and she realized that they were parked outside her building.

Charlotte smiled small and nodded.

Jay looked at her for a few more seconds before opening his car door and coming over to her side. Before she knew it, they were standing in Charlotte’s living room. 

The moon was shining through the windows, and Charlotte turned on the small lights she had above her fireplace. Jay stood in the middle of the room, letting Charlotte make the first move. He watched as she started to play with the material of her dress. Charlotte felt the cool silk against her fingers, and she let out a breath. 

She could feel the need for more wine, and she let out a small laugh. 

“What’s so funny?”

Charlotte almost forgot Jay was in the room with her. Keyword is being almost. His cologne intoxicated her, leaving an imprint on her memory forever. 

“I haven’t done this in a while,” Charlotte said. 

Jay was confused; she could see it on his face. 

“God, I feel like I am in middle school waiting to be picked last for volleyball.”

Her voice cracked. She could feel the tears in her eyes. 

“The last time I was in this situation, the last time I felt this way, it ended badly.” 

Jay frowned, his heart breaking at the sight in front of him. 

“I know you said that it was fear pushing you away,” she said. “But it’s been here for so long, I don’t know which is which anymore. I feel trapped in this fear that I’ve grown accustomed to. I don’t know how to get out of it; I feel like I’m suffocating on stage in front of everyone, and I’m so close to letting it take me under.” 

Jay moved so close to Charlotte that she could feel his shirt rub against hers. His hands cupped her face and gently wiped the tears that had fallen from her eyes. 

“Don’t do this; don’t close on me,” he said. “If you go under, I’m coming right there with you. This past week has been torture. And when I saw you dancing with Kim and Hailey, smiling and laughing; there was nothing more I wanted to do than run up to you and kiss you.”

Charlotte let out a choked sob.

“I am so proud of you. You’ve grown so much since we first met, but I know the woman I fell in love with is there.”

“How? How can you tell?” Charlotte asked.

Jay smiled.

“Because I’ve seen her. When you thought no one was looking, that woman came out and shined,” he said. “She shined so bright tonight dancing so freely, and I don’t care if I have to dance for the rest of my life, I promise to bring that woman out for you to see.”

Charlotte was speechless. She stared at the man in front of her and felt her heart swell. She wracked her brain, trying to think of something half as good as that but nothing came close. 

In a split second, her arms wrapped around his neck and pushed her lips onto his. Jay’s hands moved from her face and down her sides until they rested on her hips. His hands traveled down to her hips, and soon Charlotte felt his fingers gently caress her back. 

It was getting heated by the second, and neither of them wanted to stop anytime soon. 

“As much as I want to push you up against the wall and fuck you until you scream my name, I think that can wait until round two or three,” Jay said before placing kissing on that spot behind her ear. 

Charlotte let out a small moan and tried to move even closer to him. 

“What do you have in mind for round one?” She asked, looking up at him. 

Jay’s eyes were half closed and filled with lust. His lips were swollen and covered in Charlotte’s lip gloss. 

“Round one is where we move to the bedroom, and I can show you how good it feels to be treated like the queen you are,” Jay said. 

Charlotte almost fainted right then and there. No one has ever said that to her before. Right then and there, she knew that this was about to be the best night of her life. 

With no words spoken, Jay kissed Charlotte’s lips one more time before starting to move her down the hall to her bedroom.

Jay has been in Charlotte’s room before. Because of the close proximity to the precinct, her apartment was where the unit hung out most during off hours. Before Jay asked Charlotte out, just the two of them used to have movie nights all the time. She would want to stay in bed all day with him lying next to her, close enough to feel his body heat. It’s a wonder how Charlotte didn’t realize Jay had feelings for her then. 

His mouth was on her neck, and she came back to reality. 

“Sit,” Jay said gently, pushing her onto the edge of her bed. Charlotte’s face was flushed, and her breath was ragged. 

“These need to come off,” he said, sliding his hands down her legs and gently grabbing her ankles.

Charlotte bit her lip and leaned back on her elbows as she watched Jay slowly slip her heels off.

His hands started to wander up her legs again, and Charlotte knew it was time to take off her dress. Letting out a breath, she pushed him off until he was sitting in the spot she was in originally. 

“What are you doing?” He asked. 

Charlotte didn’t say anything; she brought her fingers to her hair and took out the few clips that were holding her long brunette hair together. 

Watching Jay watch her with that same look of lust on his face, Charlotte closed her eyes and unzipped her dress. With no straps and no bra, the dress easily slid off her body and onto the ground.

Charlotte shivered and opened her eyes. The lust was gone, and something else was spreading across Jay’s face. 

She watched his eyes travel down her body, and when she saw his eyes stop on her stomach, her left hand flew to her right side.

“No,” Jay said standing. “Don’t do that; don’t you dare do that.”

He stood in front of her and took her hand off. Charlotte didn’t dare look down. She sees it every day; she knows what it looks like.

But Jay didn’t. He’s heard of it from her and seen it from afar, but not up close. 

The scar started from her right rib and stopped a few inches above her thigh. It’s faded, but Jay can feel it when he runs his hands over it. 

He knew how it got there. He knew how her ex-boyfriend took advantage of her and got away with it, leaving her something to always remember.

“I’m so sorry,” he said looking into her eyes.

He saw the tears forming, but Charlotte wouldn’t let them fall. She cried enough times over it, and now was not the time. 

She didn’t answer him, but she smiled small. Tugging on his jacket, she signaled for him that it was time to discard his clothes. 

Pressing his lips to hers for a few moments, he pulled away and started undressing. 

His jacket hit the floor first. And then his shirt and pants. Soon, they were both just in their underwear.

Jay stood in front of her with a look of lust back on his face, and she felt it all the way to her core. He pushed her back onto the bed and kneeled against the plush white carpet.

She could feel his breath on her, and she let out a whimper when he pulled Charlotte close until her legs were over his shoulders. 

“Jay,” Charlotte said. 

He smirked and chuckled against her thigh. 

“Yes, baby?” 

Charlotte almost came just at the sound of his voice. Her hands went to his scalp and tugged on his hair. 

Jay groaned. 

“Please do something,” she said. 

He didn’t say anything except let out another low groan. Suddenly, his fingers and mouth were on her. 

Charlotte’s eyes closed and her back arched as she felt Jay’s fingers slowly enter her. It’s only been two minutes, and she could feel herself coming undone. 

“Oh god, Jay,” she moaned. 

Her hands pressed down harder into his scalp, and she felt her hips grind against his face. A string of moans left her as his stubble brushed against her, and soon his mouth was sucking on her clit.

“Come on, Char,” Jay said, releasing himself for a second. “Cum for me.”

Another press against her clit, and Charlotte lost it. Her hips bucked until she found herself coming down from her high. 

Jay was above her again, just watching, when she re-opened her eyes. Green met blue, and he smiled.

“That was…” Charlotte started. 

Jay chuckled.

“I know.”

She didn’t have enough energy to laugh, so she smiled instead. Grabbing his shoulders, Charlotte pulled him down until his body was on top of hers and she felt his lips on her face.

Her hands started running down his chest, feeling every line and definition of his perfect chest. 

Charlotte bit her lip when she felt him through his underwear. Jay dropped his head into her neck and groaned. Her hand on him felt perfect, and he wanted more. 

Forcing himself away, he stood up and quickly pushed off the last article of clothing. Her eyes widened when she saw how big he was. And she couldn’t help but think that, that is all hers now.

Something came over her, and Charlotte pushed Jay down onto the bed until he was laying in the middle of it. Crawling on her knees, she moved until she was right over his lower half. 

“Charlotte,” Jay said before pushing his head into the pillows.

Her hand gently touched him, and she felt him stiffen under her touch. Slowly, she stroked him up and down, adding more pressure as she went. 

Jay let out a long moan when her mouth lightly touched the tip.

“No, stop. Stop,” he said before pulling her off.

Charlotte was confused but pulled away.

“But I want to,” she said, moving for it again.

Jay’s hands flew out and fixed their positions until she was under him. 

“I want you too, believe me,” he said, smirking. “But if you do that right now, I’m not going to last. I need to be inside you.”

Charlotte bit her lip and felt herself nod. Jay kissed her before leaning over to his pants on the ground.

“No. We don’t need one,” Charlotte said, stopping him. “I’m on the pill. Plus, I want to feel you. All of you.”

Jay groaned and went straight for her lips. His hands cupped her cheeks, and by the second, the kiss became more heated.

Charlotte’s hand reached in between them and started stroking him again. Jay cursed and leaned his head in the crook of her neck. 

“Baby, fuck,” he said, placing a kiss on her neck. 

Not saying anything, Charlotte guided his tip into her, and they both felt her walls clench around him.

“Oh god,” they both said in unison. 

They both were still.

“Are you ok? Are you good?” Jay asked. 

Charlotte could tell he was trying his hardest not to move, and that warmed her heart.

“I love you,” she said, placing a hand on his cheek. 

Jay stared at her.

“I’m sorry it took me so long to realize, and I’m sorry that I hurt you. But I will never do that again; you can hold me to it.”

Jay leaned down until their lips were touching. As their tongues fought, he started moving in and out of her.

Charlotte was in heaven. He fit so perfectly and stretched her so well.

“Oh shit, Jay,” she moaned. 

Jay groaned and sped up.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he said.

Charlotte whimpered when Jay’s lips came in contact with her breast. Her breasts were sensitive already, so when she felt him bite her, she let out a small scream.

“Do that again,” she said.

Jay was surprised but did it again. And again, until he made his mark.

He could feel himself coming close, but he wanted Charlotte to be there too.

Reaching in between them, his thumb pressed down on her clit and smirked when Charlotte let out another scream.

“God, fuck. I love you,” he said, adding more pressure to her. 

Charlotte snapped.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” Charlotte said. 

She gasped and her walls clenched around him before she felt him release inside her. 

They laid still with Jay hovering over Charlotte watching her chest rise and fall.

She looked so beautiful, he thought. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, smiling down at her.

Charlotte smiled and felt the heat rush to her face.

“Can we order a pizza or something? I’m starving,” she said, placing a hand on her stomach.

Jay broke out into laughter. Out of everything she could say, she says that, and he isn’t surprised one bit.

“Can I fuck you against the wall while we wait for it?” he asked.

It was Charlotte’s turn to laugh.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

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Jay Halstead x Reader Oneshot

Synopsis: Jay and reader are together, and reader works at Med in ED with Will. Reader has a lot of anxiety because Jay is a cop, thinking every cop that is brought in may be Jay.

TW: anxiety/panic attacks is a main theme in this, also some mention of blood and doctor-y stuff because reader works at Med in ED

Requested by: @sorry-i-spaced

Thank you so much! This was fun to write!

Any other oneshot requests, please DM me! :)

“We got a Stevenson!” A paramedic called out as they rolled into the ED. You and several other doctors sprung into action, running toward where the paramedics were coming in. ‘Stevenson’ was the code name for a cop, to let Med know who it was, no matter if they were in uniform, plainclothes, or undercover.

“(Y/N)! Rhodes! Trauma three!” Maggie’s voice called from the desk. Working in the ED was no walk in the park, especially in the middle of Chicago. You made your way quickly to where Maggie pointed you, picking up the pace as they wheeled in a man who was surrounded by cops. You pushed through the crowd and into the room, seeing the man on the gurney with three bullet holes in him. You helped get him moved over, then assessed the damage, Dr. Rhodes right behind you to help.

“Three bullet wounds, center mass. I’m assuming this is the perpetrator, not our Stevenson?” You spoke out loud. Some of the officers outside the room confirmed your thoughts.

Your heart was already pumping from the adrenaline as you worked on the man, but you couldn’t help it as it beat faster, hoping the officer shot wasn’t Jay Halstead. It made you especially nervous when the officers outside the room talked amongst one another, saying the man shot was a detective. Bile started to rise in your throat, but you were pulled back by the monitors beeping rapidly. You took immediate action as you snapped out of your anxiety for just a few moments.

You finally stabilized the man enough to take him to surgery, letting the nurses and techs take him with Dr. Rhodes. You backed away, looking around the room at the mess that had been made. For a moment, you stood in silence, looking around at the blood and various instruments that were around the room, as well as the blood on your gloves and scrubs.

Blood. You saw it every day, and yet, you couldn’t help but get a nauseous at the sight. You thought maybe that detective, who was fighting for his life, was bleeding out. That maybe it was the man you loved. Maybe he was in the other room, clinging to life, and here you were, trying to save the man who shot him. The notion made you sick to your stomach. You ripped off your bloody gloves and left them in the room, quickly moving to the nearest bathroom to empty your stomach of your breakfast. You panted in between heaves, gripping the toilet for dear life as you trembled at the thought of Jay dying and you saving the man who killed him.

You and Jay had met through Will, one of your coworkers and closest friends at Chicago Med. Will and Jay were brothers, and both had taken a liking to you at first, but you ultimately decided that romance with a doctor at the same hospital as you would be too complicated. You never expected the anxiety that came with beings cop’s girlfriend, though. You’d been prone to anxiety in the past, but it ramped up when you started getting serious with Jay. You had episodes like this a lot, no matter what cop came in. It had never been Jay in the past, but it only took one bullet in the wrong spot for him to die.

When the nausea passed, you slowly pushed yourself to your feet, though still unsteady as your head spin. You flushed, washed your hands and face, then made your way to the locker rooms to change out of your scrubs and into a fresh pair. When you re-emerged, you were met with Will, who gently pulled you aside before anyone else could see you. “Hey, (Y/N), you okay?” Will already knew the answer to that. He was the only one who knew the full story about these episodes you had at work. Although Jay knew some of it, especially about your anxiety, he didn’t know the full picture, and you’d sworn Will into secrecy over it.

“Will, it wasn’t him, was it?”

“No, (Y/N), Jay is fine. I talked to him just a little bit ago. He is investigating this with Intelligence. He might still be here. He was looking for you.”

You let out a shaky breath, but nodded. You were relieved, but needed to see for yourself. You walked with Will back to where he’d last seen Jay, your stomach settling down as you saw him standing with Detective Lindsay, talking to Maggie. You walked over, leaning on the counter with a hum beside him, hand reaching out to rest atop his on the counter.

Jay smiled when he saw you, leaning over and kissing your cheek. “Hey, was looking for you earlier. That perp going to make it?”

Instantly, your anxiety faded away, as if it was never there in the first place. Jay had that effect on you, especially when he was upright and acting like himself. “It’s touch and go, I think,” you said with a soft sigh. “We did what we could. Rhodes took him to surgery prolly about a half hour ago. If he does make it, it’ll be a hard and long road.”

Jay hummed and looked up at Will, who had taken a place behind the counter with Maggie. “And what about the detective?”

“He’ll make it,” Will replied. “Barring complications, he should be back on the job within a few weeks.”

“That’s good,” Jay replied, shifting his gaze back to you, unable to help the smile that pulled on his lips. “Hey, don’t look so down. We’ve got this.”

Your eyes met his, not realizing you’d looked upset. You smiled at him, nodding. “I know,” you replied. “It just must be hard that it’s one of your own, yaknow?”

“The risks we take,” he said with a small shrug. His statement was so nonchalant, which you didn’t like. You had to force yourself to focus on anything else to keep your rising anxiety at bay. Jay and Erin left soon after, and you shuddered, but moved back to work, checking on some other patients.

— —

“Stevenson incoming!” Maggie’s voice called out. You froze, looking up from the computer you had been typing at, swallowing hard. Your mouth ran dry, as stats were called by the paramedics. “Male, mid-thirties, stabbed multiple times.” You stood quickly, but Maggie didn’t assign you to it. You probably wouldn’t have been much help anyways, seeing as you were on the verge of an attack.

A firm hand was placed on your shoulder, pulling you back to reality as you gasped, looking behind you to see Will. “Come on,” he said softly, nodding to you. “It’s okay, come on.”

You let out a shaky breath, walking with Will out to the small break room. He got you coffee, which you took whether you liked it or not. It was something to pull you back into reality. “I-I’m sorry, I just…”

“You don’t have to explain yourself to me,” Will said, shaking his head. “I get the same feeling every time, but Jay just texted me that we are meeting for lunch, so it can’t be him.”

“I shouldn’t feel so much relief from this,” you said, putting your hands to your face, wiping away some tears that had started to escape. “Someone is hurt, yaknow? But I… I’m so terrified of something happening.”

“Have you talked to anyone about this? Maybe Dr. Charles can help.”

“No, no,” you said, sighing heavily, sniffling and wiping your face. “I talked to therapists all throughout middle and high school. None of them even understood me. As far as I know, I’m just messed up mentally.”

“(Y/N),” Will sighed. “We’re all messed up mentally. We’re doctors.” He shook his head again, reaching over to put a hand on your arm. “Look, maybe you just need to find the right person. Besides, we know more about mental health and the brain now than we did then. There may be new tactics to help you cope, even if we can’t cure it.”

You were thankful for Will, nodding at his suggestions. “Maybe,” you muttered, leaning back in your chair and rubbing your face with your hands again, then coming back to down the coffee. “Thanks.”

“Any time,” he replied, nodding. “You’re not alone, alright?”

“Thanks,” you repeated. Just then, Will’s pager rang and he had to go, but he planted a soft kiss on the top of your head as he pulled you into a gentle embrace. As quick as he was beside you, he was gone, and you sank back down to the chair, looking at your empty coffee mug with despair. Maybe you’d never get better.

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The past few weeks had been filled with more and more scares. There was a serial killer on the loose who was targeting cops. Your body was racked with constant anxiety every time a Stevenson was brought into the ED. The only time you weren’t was when you were assisting with a surgery, so you stayed with Dr. Rhodes most of the time to ensure you were in surgery. It was better that way for the patients and for you.

The surgery you’d just assisted in finishing was a tough one. It was a kid who had fallen on a pair of scissors the wrong way. However, Dr. Rhodes was like magic, and your own hands remained calm and steady as you fell into a zen-like trance. You weren’t thinking of anything else but the surgery at hand. The anatomy and biology of the body lying below you. It was the only time and place you’d felt at peace, despite the circumstances surrounding the incident.

As you scrubbed out, washing your hands and arms, someone came into the room. “(Y/N)…” Will’s voice rang, a hand coming to your shoulder.

“Hey,” you said softly as you turned off the water and dried your hands. “What’s up?” Your mind was still calm, but when you looked up to Will, you could tell something was off.

“Don’t freak out on me, alright?”

“Will…?” You searched his face for the answer as he squeezed your shoulders with his hands.

“Just, promise.”

“Uh… I… okay…?”

“Okay,” he said with a sigh, knowing that was good enough. “Look, Jay was brought in, but-“

“What?!” You didn’t let him finish before trying to push past him to find Jay.

Will kept you in place. “No, no, (Y/N), stop, it’s okay.”

“This is NOT okay, Will! How are you so calm?!” The bile had begun to rise in your throat as you feared the worst. Tears jumped to your eyes and you had to see him. You had to know Jay was alright, even if he wasn’t.

“Hey, hey, look at me. It’s Will. Look at me!” You looked back up to Will, his hands squeezing your shoulders again to pull you back, shaking you a little. “Look, see, I’m right here. Let me finish before you break down, at least.”

You scoffed, a small scoff to hide the soft laugh of that last remark. Although you were on the verge of an attack, that pulled you back from the edge a bit, making you shake your head. “Just tell me then!”

“Jay just had a gash on his arm from a piece of metal he ran across. He just ran into a piece of metal. His sergeant sent him, just to make sure it was good. He is not shot. He is not hurt badly. He is coherent and walking around. He needed a few stitches, but that’s all.”

You searched Will’s face for any sign of him playing down the injury, but you knew Will wouldn’t lie to you. You let out a breath, wiping your face. “No, I still have to see him though because… if I don’t, I’ll never recover from this feeling.”

“I know,” Will replied. “Come on, he’s in five. But you know if you go in there like this, you’re going to have to come clean?”

“I need to see him,” you affirmed as Will walked you downstairs to where Jay was.

When you got there, you walked in and pushed the curtain back over the door to ensure you had privacy. You nearly broke down as you saw Jay, his shirt off, a bandage on his upper arm. Whether from anxiety or relief, you had no idea. The emotions pulling you in different directions was crippling, and you just stood there, trembling as tears streaked down your cheeks.

Jay looked over you as you stood, frozen in time, hot tears racing down and dripping off your chin. He got up quickly, his soft voice finally hitting your ears. “Hey, hey, (Y/N), what’s the matter?”

As he caught you between his arms, you started to sob, nearly collapsing into his chest. “Fuck, Jay!”

Jay was surprised, but caught you with ease, holding you close to his bare chest. “What did I do this time?” He teased, trying to make you feel better.

You were barely in the mood as you took a fist to his chest, hitting him softly. “Don’t even joke, it’s not fair!”

Jay turned more serious, pulling back to look at you as you sobbed. “Hey… hey, just tell me what’s going on.” You couldn’t muster any more words, wiping your face with your hands. Jay pulled you over, sitting on the bed and pulling you to sit beside him. “(Y/N)?”

“I have… I have this… this intense fear,” you finally spoke, soft words only coming out with your breaths. “This intense… burning fear… all the time… that…” You swallowed hard, leaning into his shoulder on his uninjured arm.

“That what?” Jay prompted after a moment of silence.

“That you’re going to come in here and die!” You sobbed out, moving to cling to him again, arms around his torso. “Jay, every time a cop comes in here, I can’t take it! Anxiety and panic takes me over! I-I can’t! I love you so much, and I can’t lose you!”

“Hey, hey baby, you won’t lose me. You won’t.” Jay held you tightly against his chest once again, kissing your head. “Hey, come here, look at me.” He pulled back, letting you sit up and then gently taking your chin in his fingers. He tenderly pulled your chin up, then leaned down to meet you, planting a soft kiss to your lips. When he pulled back, he let out a breath. “Nothing will ever take me away from you… Nothing. Ever.”

With that, your emotions finally leveled out. You swallowed hard and reached up to cup his face, looking over his freckles. You smiled a little as your eyes met his. “Promise?”

“I promise,” he replied, matching your smile and leaning down to kiss you again.

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[kiddbegins]

Neighbors pt.2 - Jay Halstead

Requested: technically yes?

Word count: 1,379

Warnings: nothing really, just kinda cute

A/n: tbh i kinda just winged this

Masterlist

It had only been a few weeks since your late night run in with Jay, embarrassment still following you when you passed him.

Not that he poked fun at you. Jay halstead wasn’t that big of an asshole. People had fears and he respected that. Everyone had something they were scared of. Even people that swore they didn’t.

Even him. Though his wasn’t as simple as bugs crawling or flying around his apartment. Or even heights. It wasn’t something as normal, as mundane as that. No.

What Jay feared, was being alone. Truly alone. He’d never admit it of course, but having his team by his side always made him feel better. The late nights at Molly’s. Invitations to come and watch a movie or a game, anything.

He grasped at all of it, holding onto it like a life preserver. Especially after tough cases. When the events of the day took a toll on him in ways nobody would ever understand. All he wanted was to ignore it and have someone by him that would keep him sane.

And usually he did. Hailey was a great partner, she rarely let him go home upset, always offering a shoulder to cry on. But this case? He screwed everything up. Got too close.

Took too many risks. And now he was isolating himself. Letting his team cool off before he talked to them, knowing each and every one of them had some choice words that they wanted to say to him.

You knew something was off when he didn’t react to your parking, instead silently getting out of his passenger side, closing the door without even slamming it in annoyance. Part of you even felt bad for possibly making his night worse as he trudged his way to the building.

It felt like an alternate universe had opened up and swallowed you whole. The man had held both the front door to the building open for you and made sure you were in the elevator before pushing the close door button.

If you had been any closer, you would have asked him what was wrong. If there was anything you could do. But you weren’t. The two of you were barely acquainted with one another, enemies if anything. So instead you stood silently, back to the corner.

Once on your floor you went to your door, stopping as you watched Jay go past, a light sigh leaving your lips, “Hey,” Your voice nearly made him jump, slightly looking up with a tilt of his head.

“I don’t know what has you all moody but, if you wanna talk…” You trailed off, the man muttering a thanks before going inside, leaving you in the silence that followed.

Awkwardly, you went inside, heating up some leftover pizza before changing into some pajamas. It was a Friday which meant no work for the next two days which also meant wine and shitty movies.

At least that’s what you expected as you sat, getting almost an hour into the film you decided on and about quarter of a bottle of wine, when there was a knock on your front door.

With a confused look you stood, heading to the door and peering through the peep hole. Jay was standing on the opposite side, hands in his pockets as he stood a reasonable distance from the door.

Instantly you opened it, looking up at him. “I uh, I was hoping to take you up on that offer.” Jay muttered, partially ashamed that he caved, leaving his apartment to come talk.

But he also knew if he didn’t get all of it off his chest then he might implode. Which wouldn’t be very good. “Yeah, yeah of course,” You stepped aside, letting the clearly distraught man in. “Do you want something to drink? I’m currently downing wine but I have beer, and water or something.”

Jay shook his head, “A beers okay, if you’re sure.” He attempted to not feel like a burden to you, clearly not sure what he was allowed to do, or say or touch.

It wasn’t like he was your best friend or something.

You nodded towards the living room, handing him the bottle of beer you grabbed before moving back to the couch. He took the spot on the opposite end, sitting practically on the edge with his leg bouncing.

“Are you okay?” Your voice was soft, the instinct to comfort taking over any sort of feeling you generally had for the detective.

Jay let out a dry laugh as he shook his head, a soft sniffle following that you pretended you didn’t hear. “I would say yes but if that were true I wouldn’t have come over here. So.” He shrugged, answering the question with a non-answer.

You shifted forward, leaning to try and see his face. (Spoiler: you failed) “Is there anything I can actually do? Do you just wanna sit here? Talk about it? Ignore it?” There was no way you could not ask him those questions.

He was on your couch, solemn look on his face as he drank the beer. “My entire team is pissed at me. Not that it isn’t deserved, I screwed up our case today and it’s going to backfire on all of us. But I just,” Jay sighed heavily, “A boy almost died and I had to do what I did.”

There was a moment of silence before he looked over at you. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come here I just… I hate being alone and you’re the only person that doesn’t hate hate me.” Jay shook his head.

“Well, doesn’t hate me enough to kick me out.” He corrected, chewing at the inside of his cheek. “Which you can totally do if you want to.” Jay huffed out, taking a long sip from the bottle.

You shook your head, “You obviously need someone, I wouldn’t kick you out. Not when you’re like this. You can stay here as long as you need to.” Hesitantly you put a hand on his back, feeling him tense under your touch.

“Did whatever you did at least work?” You attempted to make conversation, a small smile cracking on his face as he nodded.

“Yeah, it did. The kid’s safe. Back home with his family.” He took pride in what he did as a detective. Most, if not all, of the choices he made on the job were things he was proud to do.

Jay was good at his job, he knew what he was doing and he didn’t care what happened if it meant the people he needed to get to were safe. “Good, that’s good.” You breathed out, unsure about what to say next.

This was all uncharted territory and honestly, it was weird. One of two times Jay Halstead was in your apartment and he was nearly in tears. Not something you were used to.

A slight chuckle came from the man, pulling your attention back to him, “Are you seriously watching this movie?” He had tried to use the film you had on in the background to distract himself, laughter building up as he shook his head.

“What- it’s my night for shitty movies shut up,” You nudged his side, face scrunched up as you did. Jay held a hand up defensively, nodding as he did.

“Well you sure did pick a shitty one.”

“Yeah yeah, I bet you have great taste in movies.” You replied with a roll of the eyes, Jay sitting back against the couch, actually relaxing a bit.

As he tried to stop the laughter, he nodded again, “I definitely do.” Jay answered matter of factly, looking over at you. For the first time you noticed the slight rim of red around his eyes, like he’d been crying before he even got to yours.

It almost made you want to hug him, seeing people in pain never felt right. “Fine, here,” You tugged yourself out of your thoughts, reaching to grab the remote that was handed to him seconds later. “Put something better on.”

“I will.” Jay took the remote, flipping for a movie he liked and that’s how the rest of the night went. On your couch, watching a movie with the person you least expected.

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[saragarnier]

Departure

Pairing: jay halstead x reader

Summary: Jay is y/n husband and he left her for eight months to go to Bolivia. When he came back, he couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw his wife again

Warning: none i guess, maybe a little bit of angst

English is not my first language, sorry if there’s some mistakes!

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When your husband came home that day asking you to sit down on the couch, you didn’t think that he was going to say what he actually said. You two worked at Intelligence for four years and you didn’t think possible for him to change the way he did. When you first met him you immediately knew that he was kind, gentle and a good cop: you knew that he would have done everything to help innocents and to stop criminals, you knew that he was a good person.

And then something changed.

You didn’t know if that was because of his partener, Hailey Upton, or because of Voight; you just knew that you didn’t recognize him anymore. You even talked about it with Adam, your partner, but you weren’t able to find a way to help him get through that.

You just wanted him to be happy again, you just wanted him to be himself again.

That’s why you let him go.

When he told you that he accepted the job in Bolivia you couldn’t believe it, you just couldn’t.

Was he running away from the unit or was he running away from you?

You didn’t know what was true, but you couldn’t just deny him to be happy again: if he needed to go, you would have let him go.

And that’s exactly what you did.

“It will be for eight months maybe a little longer, okay? I will be back home soon.” He said that day, kissing your forehead with glossy eyes. “I love you… i really do but i need to do this. Please don’t be angry with me, i’ll come back to you, i promise. You’re the love of my life, y/n.”

When he left some minutes later to take his flight, you fell on the ground, crying; you needed him near you, you needed him there with you but you just couldn’t deny him to be himself again.

That’s why you didn’t tell him the truth.

That’s why you hid it from him.

When Kim knocked at your door that night after having heard about Jay, you let her in and you just walked back to the couch, where you cried all day.

“Y/n…” she whispered, walking towards you and hugging you tightly. “It’s okay. It’s temporary, right? He will come back, okay?”

You didn’t say anything, you didn’t nod or shook your head in response, you just kept crying again and again and then, after some minutes, you spoke.

“We perfectly know that he can die there.” You said, finally telling the truth, finally admitting out loud what you had in your mind all day since he talked to you.

“Oh, y/n…” she kept hugging you and she also placed her hand on your shoulder, trying to reassure you in some way. She wanted to say something, she wanted to help you go through all of that but her eyes fell on it.

It was on the table in front of the couch, exactly where you placed it after Jay left.

“What’s that?” She asked, keeping her eyes on the small object; she reached it and she looked at the result when you didn’t complain about it, then she looked up at you, shocked. “You’re pregnant?”

You wanted to cry, you wanted to scream, you wanted be alone in your thoughts, but Kim was there trying to help you and you really appreciated that, that’s why you just nodded, answering her.

“Does Jay know about it? Did He really leave you here alone knowing that you’re pregnant?”

Kim knew the answer deep down, she knew that Jay wouldn’t have left you there knowing that you were pregnant but she needed to know it for sure; when you shook your head saying “no”, she hugged you tighter.

“Oh, darling.” She whispered, caressing your back slowly and gently. “You should’ve told him, Y/n, i’m sure he wouldn’t have left knowing that.”

You sobbed, then you looked up at her and you shook your head again.

“T-That’s why i-i d-din’t tell him. He needed t-to go Kim, i c-couldn’t stop him.”

“But he had the rights to know the truth before taking such a decision!” She replied, shaking her head in disagreement.

“When he came here telling me about the job in Bolivia he already took it, he accepted it without even talking about it with me. I would have told him if he hadn’t already accepted it. He told me that he had a flight in few hours, how could i have told him? I know, after all, that he’s lost. He’s not himself anymore and, if taking that job is going to help him, then i will accept it. He said, after all, that’s only for eight months.” You said, even if he said that there was the possibility that he needed to stay a little longer. “When he will be back home, i will still be pregnant and he will be able to be here when our baby is born.”

Kim didn’t agree with you but you was still shocked, that’s why she didn’t say anything: she just hugged you, promising you that she would have help you.

And she did, as all your unit.

Kim, Adam, Hailey, Kevin, Hank and also Trudy helped how they could.

In the next months they helped you, they came to your house to keep you company and they accompanied you to the hospital every time you needed to do a visit.

You were never alone after all, but you knew, however, that the most important person for you wasn’t there. You couldn’t blame him since you didn’t tell him the truth, but still you missed him so much.

Your baby was healthy but he, or she, wasn’t ready to be born yet, even if one week passed since the due date.

In some ways you were relieved because you really wanted Jay to be there when you would’ve become a mother. Every single time someone knocked at your door or every single time your phone rang, you panicked, afraid that something happened to your husband while he was still in Bolivia. You didn’t talked to him in the last few months, mostly because you didn’t want to distract him during a mission and because you were always afraid of blowing his cover.

That’s why you hardly talked to him or contacted him on the phone, and he did the same thing for the same reasons.

Until you didn’t hear anything about him from the army, you knew that he was okay, you knew that he was still alive. And every day you kept going on, holding on this thought, holding on the fact that no one called you, so he had to be safe, he had to be alive.

You didn’t know when he would’ve returned home, but you just hoped that it was soon; you couldn’t get through labor without him by your side.

That day you was ready to go to the hospital for another visit with your gynecologist. You asked Adam to come with you and he immediately accepted; that’s why, when you heard someone knocking at your door, you thought it was him.

“C-Coming.” You said, trying to get up from the couch where you were waiting for him. Your belly was so big that it was difficult for you to get up easily. “Just give me one minute, i’m trying to get up from the couch.”

At the other side of the door there was not at all Adam, there was Jay with his bag on the shoulder, happy to be home again, happy to be able to see his wife again. But when he heard you saying that she was having difficulties getting up from the couch, he froze, thinking that you might have been hurt at work.

Before he could say anything, the door opened in front of him and he immediately looked at his wife; he was left speechless, standing in front of the door frame, looking at his wife that was definitely pregnant.

“J-Jay?” You whispered, shocked. You didn’t expect him to be there, you thought that he would have informed you before coming home, but he was there, in front of you in all his beauty. Being so far from him for almost nine months was hard for you: you went through hell alone, especially when you almost lost your baby, and having him in front of you was like a dream. You definitely thought that you were still dreaming.

“You’re pregnant.” He said, unable to look away from your belly. He let go the bag that he had on his shoulder, letting it fall to the ground. He couldn’t believe his eyes, he just couldn’t believe it. “Am i the father?”

That was the first thing that popped into his mind when he saw you and he immediately regretted saying that out loud when he saw your face.

“What do you mean? Are you really thinking that i slept with someone else just right after your departure? You’re my fucking husband, of course you’re the father.”

You were so angry.

You didn’t even realize it till that moment.

You were so angry because he left you alone with a baby in your belly, even if he didn’t know it, even if it wasn’t his fault since you decided not to tell him the truth. But you were definitely angry: he stayed away for so long and the first thing that he asked you is if you got pregnant with someone else?

“Why didn’t you tell me? I would have come back!” He said after few moments, still standing in front of the door, still shocked by the news.

“You took the job before asking me what i thought about it, what did i have to do? You didn’t even took one day to talked with me! You came here, saying that you were going to Bolivia and that you had a flight that same day!“

Jay knew that coming back home wouldn’t have been easy, he knew that you would’ve been upset and you had all the rights to be angry with him, but he definitely didn’t expect to come home and find you pregnant.

“Wait, did you know you were pregnant when i left?!”

You froze, then you stepped back and you invited him to enter the apartment, to talk about it privately.

Jay immediately came in, leaving the bag on the ground, completely focused on his wife. You closed the door behind you two and you leaned against the kitchen counter, sighing.

Jay, even if he was mad at you, immediately walked towards you and helped you; then he took a chair and he invited you to sit down, placing an hand on your shoulder and caressing you gently. You appreciated it but you perfectly knew that you two have still to talk about it.

“Yes.” You answered after that, placing an hand on your own belly, caressing it gently and feeling the baby kicking you hard. “I discovered it the same morning you accepted the job. I wanted to tell you when you came home but you talked first and I couldn’t tell you after that.”

Jay couldn’t believe his ears, he couldn’t believe that his wife hid something important like a baby from him for almost nine months. You should have told him, you should have told him the truth because he wouldn’t have left knowing that you were pregnant with his baby.

“You should have told me, Y/n!” He wasn’t able to control himself, he just yelled at you and, after that, he regretted it. You slightly jumped on the chair, with tears running down your cheeks. You knew that, you knew that he had all the rights to be angry with you but you weren’t prepared for this. You just wanted him to be home because you needed him but you never thought about how he would’ve reacted at the news. You had time to prepare yourself to become a mother and then he came home and discovered that he’s going to become a father in what, few days?

“I’m sorry.” He immediately told you, kneeling in front of you and placing his hands on your arms. “I’m sorry i yelled, it’s just that…. I wanted to know, I wanted to be here with you.”

You sobbed and cried, especially when his hands touched you after all that time. You missed him so much.

“I know.” You sobbed, looking at him. “I’m sorry, i wanted to tell you but I know that you wouldn’t left and… you said you needed it, I couldn’t stop you from that. I just wanted you to be happy again, I couldn’t see you so sad here. And… when you came here saying that you accept the job in Bolivia… i just couldn’t take it away from you. You were right saying that i had to let you go, i saw it in your eyes.”

Jay caressed your arms slowly and gently, then he leaned closer and he kissed your forehead.

“I’m sorry i left you alone.” He said, softly. And it was true. All the time, when he was in Bolivia for his new job, he thought about you and he felt guilty because he knew that you were alone, he knew that you would probably have been hurt. That’s why he asked Kim, Adam, Kevin and Hailey to be near you in case you needed them.

“Well, i wasn’t alone, was i?” You smiled softly through your tears; you took his hands and placed them on your belly the moment you felt your baby kicking. “He, or she, was with me all the time.”

Jay felt the kick against his palms and his eyes immediately filled with tears.

“Say hi to your daddy.” You whispered, apparently talking to your baby while looking at Jay in the eyes.

Jay wanted to say something, wanted to kiss your belly and whispered something to it like he was talking to your baby, but before he could say something, you moaned in pain.

“What’s wrong?” He immediately asked, concerned. “Is everything okay, babe?”

You looked down at yourself when you felt your legs wet.

“Oh no.” You whispered.

Jay looked at you, confused. “What’s happening?”

You looked at him and moaned in pain.

“ i think I’m in labor.”

“Fuck.” He said, placing an hand on his mouth after that. “I’m sorry, i swore in front of the baby!”

You giggled and shook your head but you were interrupted by the first contraction; you moaned in pain and you looked up at him.

“Hospital.” You whispered and he nodded.

“Hospital.” He agreed. “Holy shit, I’m going to be a father.”

“Jay.” You said while he took the car keys and the labor bag you prepared some weeks ago; he came back to you and he helped you get to your feet.

“I’m sorry!” He said, referring to his previous words.

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[deanstead]

Low Effort

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Requested: no

Summary: Y/N gets a surprise visit, which triggers some unpleasant symptoms

Word Count: 1k+

Tags/Warnings: mentions of stomach cramps, slight allusion to anxiety, negative emotions

A/N: Long time no see! This is a thing I needed to get off my chest and needed to get the emotions out, so it’s just some Jay comfort/fluff. Also, a warning that I haven’t written in so long, this kind of feels a bit meh, so I hope I haven’t lost too much of my writing touch LOL

JAY HALSTEAD MASTERLIST

You closed your laptop shut, just as your phone lit up with a notification about a new message from Jay.

Sorry, got held up. 10 minutes. Tops.

You smiled, typing a quick response of acknowledgment to tell him not to hurry before you got up, grabbing your bag. You were too fried to continue anything else so you figured you would just go and wait for him. Fresh air was better than whatever was coming through the office vents.

As the glass doors of the main entrance on the first floor slid open and you felt the chill of the Chicago winds hit your face, you sighed. Fresh air was definitely better.

“Y/N.”

You glanced up, your eyebrows naturally bunching together at the sound of a woman’s voice.

As your eyes met hers, you froze for a moment, your brain still processing the fact that she was here.

“Amy?” Her name slipped past your lips before you could stop yourself, even though the only emotion you were feeling at this moment was surprise. There was nothing positive or negative about it.

Amy could feel it in your voice as well. “Can we talk? I’ve missed you.”

You frowned as a cramp shot through your lower abdomen.

“I thought we were better friends than this. Low-maintenance, remember?” Amy said, and you could hear the tone in her voice, the one she used when she was upset or disappointed.

The feeling of indignation shot through you once again.

“Yeah, low maintenance, not low effort.”

Your voice was low but you didn’t let the emotion sway it. You spent years telling yourself that it was just a low-maintenance friendship, that you were both just busy, but you couldn’t ignore the way she’d reappear in front of you only when she needed your support, or when the guy she was seeing was out of town.

You glanced up at the street but hadn’t seen Jay’s car yet.

You exhaled. “Look, Amy. You have your priorities, I get it. Just don’t expect me to drop mine when you blow back into town or when your boyfriend doesn’t have time for you. It doesn’t work that way.”

You felt the cramps intensify and knew what it was. You called it “emotional cramps” with Jay, joking that as long as he kept you happy you’d be fine. Yet, here they were again. Maybe it was because you hadn’t had them in a while, you felt them more intensely now.

You put a hand on your stomach as you looked up at Amy. As expected, she had an indignant look on her face.

“How could you say that, Y/N? I know the fact that I was seeing Trevor was a sore spot with you because you weren’t seeing anyone so I didn’t want to make things harder for you. But now…”

You couldn't even respond as the pain ripped through you once again and you bent forward slightly, your knees buckling a little. You braced yourself for the impact of your knees hitting the concrete sidewalk when you felt his arms around you.

“Babe, what’s wrong?”

Jay.

Amy seemed stunned for a moment before she spoke again, “It must be her…”

“Why’s it acting up?” Jay asked, his entire focus on you as you glanced up at him and quietly shook your head.

Jay glanced up at Amy. They didn’t know each other since you’d met Jay sometime after contact between you and Amy had dwindled to almost nothing. By the time you and Jay had started dating, you’d made up your mind to let go of Amy and this friendship, and it had merely nagged at you a little at the back of your mind from time to time so you hadn’t brought her up.

“Come on, we’re going to Med,” Jay said quietly, pulling you upright.

You glanced at him. “Don’t you dare carry me,” You warned.

Despite the worried look in his eyes, Jay smiled. “We’re going to Will.” He repeated, almost like he was daring you to argue.

You didn’t argue. Partly because all you wanted to do was get out of there but partly because you knew it was useless. Besides, the pain was more intense than you remembered.

Without a second glance back, Jay helped you into the car and drove off, both of you leaving Amy still standing on the sidewalk.

You knew what had triggered the attack, so after getting medication for the pain and cramping, you’d been feeling much better.

“You know I’d be feeling even better if you would stop hovering, Detective.” You said, directing the comment at your boyfriend.

Will smiled as he tapped on the iPad in his hand and glanced at his brother. “She’s fine. Her tests are normal, and it was probably just a one-off stress-related attack.”

You nodded. “I’ll follow up with my therapist, I promise.”

Will ruffled your hair affectionately and you growled because he knew you hated it.

“I’ll get the discharge started.”

Jay was quiet as he leaned over you, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “You sure you’re okay?”

You nodded, before you glanced back down.

“Amy’s an old friend.” You said, after a while. "At least, she was."

Jay didn’t say anything, so you continued, telling him about how Amy was when she started dating anyone, and it only progressively got worse. “And it’s not about seeing her often, you know? It’s just…”

Jay nodded. “You didn’t feel like she cared.”

You sighed quietly. “I just… it got to a point where I realized she didn’t care. I was a friend when she needed me, and when she didn’t, I just… didn’t exist. And apparently, to her, that’s me being sore.”

Jay just took your hand in his, gently stroking your fingers.

“But I just realized it was better to have no one than to be treated that way, so I just…”

“You don’t have to explain anything to me,” Jay said quietly. “Listen, someone who gives you low effort doesn’t deserve you. I don’t care who they are. Anyone who makes you feel this way doesn’t deserve even one percent of you.”

You looked up at him and smiled, a little sadness hidden behind it.

“I guess seeing her today just brought it all back, you know? And then it triggered all those emotions and then my stomach cramps decided to join the party.” You made a face.

Jay smiled quietly back at you. “But you know what? You’re not alone. At least not anymore.”

You smiled and leaned forward for a hug. Jay perched by the edge of the bed, pulling you gently into his arms and you buried your face into his shoulders, feeling his arms encircle your entire body.

“I know.” You whispered.

Jay kissed the top of your head. “Good.”

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[lily-174]

i can take it - jay halstead x reader

trigger warning- assault, getting beaten

overview: intelligence has been working none stop on a high profile human trafficking case, you and kim have been undercover a while, trying to get evidence but in the process they find out someone’s a cop. you admit to protect kim but what are the costs?

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***

“dante!” you heard the ringleader shout to the man who was currently with you,kim and a load of other women and girls. you were undercover in what from the outside was a female’s only hostel but the reality was much darker. kim watched dante walk to the ringleader as he whispered something in his ear and they both looked directly to you and kim, you knew you were made.

“girls we have some friends coming here so i need everyone in there rooms now” the ringleader spoke, all the girls stood and began retreating to their rooms. no questions asked. just as you and kim began to do the same he spoke again;

“you two hold up. come with me” you completely detached yourself from kim not looking at her, not standing too close. making sure it was clear through your body language you had nothing to do with her.

you both followed him into a empty room and he reached to his waistband pulling out a gun. you internally cursed trying to figure out you you got made. he aimed the gun at you both.

“a little birdy told me there’s a cop. and you two are the newest sluts here. one of you better tell me who it is” he waved the gun between you both and kim tried to reason convincing the guy neither of you were cops but he only grew more agitated aiming the loaded gun to kim’s head.

“it’s me! im the cop. she’s not involved” you exclaimed, the man’s head shot to look at you a smirk rising on his face. he turned to kim letting her go back to her room before grabbing your arm, his cold fingers wrapped tightly around your arm his nails digging into your skin as he dragged you to a smaller room full of junk. he pushed you against a book case. you knew this was gonna be bad you were either gonna be leaving here in an ambulance or a body bag. yet all you could think about was your boyfriend jay, who would be listening to whatever was about to happen.

“every single girl in this building will end up dead if you don’t talk” you could hear the anger in his voice, you knew the rest of your team was listening. you didn’t want to blow this case so many tragedies because of this man, yet you needed more evidence. you couldn’t let the team move in yet. especially if what he just said was true.

“you’re the only cop huh?” he questioned his eyes glued on yours not a ounce of life behind them. he took a step closer to you his hands balling into fists, you knew. he threw a punch to the side of your face causing you to fall back into a pile of junk behind you. he took a fistful of your shirt holding you up.

“answer the damn question!” he shouted another hit coming down on your face as he let go of your shirt pushing you back into a mirror causing it to smash a few shards slicing your skin. you took a second to catch your breath.

“i can take it” you weren’t talking to him. you were talking to jay, he was all you could think about he was keeping you strong in the moment. you stood back up and looked at the man towering over you.

“ i’m the only cop” you spat, you could feel the thick warm blood running down your face and other parts of your body. you were trying to push the pain as far back as you could.

“what’s a slut of a cop like you doing here?” he questioned throwing you against the mirror again, you winced on impact you could feel shards of the glass penetrating your skin.

“i think you know ray” you spat the blood pooling in your mouth on the floor before he threw you to the ground kicking you in the ribs, you felt as if you heard a rib crack from the pressure.

on the outside the team were sat listening as you winced from the pain being inflicted on your body. voight had forbidden anyone from going inside knowing you could handle your own. you said you could take it. if you wanted them to move in you would say the safe word. this case was so high profile you didn’t want to risk blowing it.

“i’m going in there! you can either come with me or stay put” jay spoke anger radiating in his voice. he couldn’t bare to sit and listen any longer, he didn’t want you to be in pain. it was tearing his heart apart.

just as they heard another tumble from your microphone, they heard your voice again. “i can take it”

no. jay didn’t want you to have to take it. he didn’t know what state you would be in when you got out of that building. he didn’t care about the case, he needed you to be safe. he got up from being seated next to kevin with a look on his face that resembled a soldier heading into battle.

“jay shell say the words if she needs us. kim’s working on finding something” kevin tried to reassure his colleague despite they all felt similar to jay. voight, kevin, adam all of them wanted to run in there. but that was putting every woman in that building at risk as well as possibly blowing the case.

“i can’t listen to this!” jay spat, his concern for you turning into rage. kevin sighed hoping jay would make the right choice and wait but he couldn’t. he wouldn’t forgive himself if you died in there. just as jay went to get out the van they heard your safe word.

“go move in!” voight shouted through the radio and jay was first to move, he ran towards the building gun drawn high. kevin and the rest of the team not far behind him. as they moved into the building jay ran straight to find you, followed by adam. and the rest of the team went to clear the building and save the girls as well as get to kim.

jay kicked open a door seeing you being held against a wall by your throat. the man holding you tightly, you could feel your heartbeat in the side of you head and you couldn’t breathe. jay approached the man hitting him on the side of the head with the side of his gun. the man turned in an attempt to hit jay, but jay was faster, ducking and planting a strong punch to the man’s nose he fell to the floor from the force as adam grabbed him securing him in cuffs to avoid jay doing anymore damage, although he deserved it.

“y/n?! you stay with me babe” he spoke in a panicked tone as he rushed towards you, all of jays attention now glued to you. you wanted to close your eyes. let yourself sleep, but jay begged you to stay awake so you tried your best. but that wasn’t enough.

“50-21 george, i need an ambulance to my location now!” jay called into his radio before turning his attention back to you, the blood pouring from your lip, and almost every other part of your face and body was heart wrenching to him. he never wanted to see you like this.

all you could hear as you fell unconscious was jays voice begging you to stay awake and the distant sound of sirens.

the next thing you know your senses are filled with familiarity, the slow sound of beeping, the hospital smell, and a warm hand in yours. you could feel the pain pulsating through your veins as your eyes fluttered open to meet the beautiful blue eyes in front of you that were filled with concern. jay halstead.

“how are you feeling?” he asked, voice laced with concern as he held your hand so gently as if he thought he’d hurt you, the relief he felt upon seeing your eyes open was uncanny.

“like i got hit by a bus” you smiled weakly, he reciprocated the smile. he gently brought your hand up to his lips planting a soft kiss on your bruised skin.

“you scared the shit out of me” he whispered, you could tell you’d seen sadness on his face before. but not like this.

“i didn’t wanna blow the case” he shook his head.

“nothing is more important then your safety y/n. especially not to me. i don’t know what i would’ve done if-“ he cut himself off and took a deep breath before he continued.

“if you had died. i don’t know what i would’ve done. you’re my rock, as cheesy as it sounds, you’re the love of my life. you help me when i have a mix up with my ptsd. i love you” you felt a tear come to your eye at his words. little did he know how much you helped him too.

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[poppadom0912]

Love on ice

Characters: Jay Halstead x Reader, Adam Ruzek, Kevin Atwater, Makayla Burgess, Jordan Atwater

Warnings: None

Summary: Jay unveils one of his biggest secrets to help a friend.

A/N: I got some inspiration from one of the chicago pd episodes this season. Thought it would be cute but it didn't turn out as nice as I wanted it to.

Wrapping up a successful case felt good. Damages were kept to a minimal and Jay was certain this case in particular wouldn't haunt him in his dream which was always a bonus.

Jay was currently messaging you, keeping his smile hidden behind his hand so no one would interrogate him. He had been able to keep you his best kept secret for a year now and no one knew besides Will because of your sudden appearance at his door one night but he'd been sworn to secrecy.

Pressing his lips together, he kept down a chuckle at one of your well thought out jokes and put his phone down, promising to call you on his way home. Just as he was going to sign off all his paperwork before signing off for the night, Jay became aware of the conversation everyone was participating in besides him.

"We can skate but she wants professionalism." Kim stressed, leaning back on her chair as she talked about who Jay guessed was Makayla. "She straight up told us no when I offered to teach her myself."

"You did tell her that Jordan is pretty good, right?" Kevin asked, looking at his best friend questiongly before looking back to his monitor.

"We tried that Kev." Adam answered for Kim, pushing his chair back to his own desk. "She needs to see him on the ice first."

Jay felt like he would regret his actions but deep down, he adored Kim and Adam's daughter. Maybe you wouldn't shout at him if it was for Makayla's sake.

"You said she wants a professional skater?" Jay asked, finally stepping into the conversation. Turning around in his chair, he found it funny how everyone looked at him with the same question hanging on the tips of their tongues.

"Yeah..." Kim trailed, going to ask him something but was cut off.

"We've got the day off tomorrow, I know someone if you're willing." Jay discreetly offered, shrugging his shoulders as though nothing was suspicious about how vague he was being.

Kim and Adam shared a glance, having a silent conversation with their eyes before shrugging. "Sure, why not. Send me the address of the rink?"

"You got it."

*****

When Jay came home yesterday night with that stupid sheepish smile on his face, the first thing you felt was fear. You still felt it now along with a newfound nervousness.

Skating had been your livelihood, your blood ever since you could walk. Skating was more familiar to you than some common knowledge but you would never complain.

It was actually skating that brought you and Jay together in the first place.

You met him after practice and bumped into him on your way to the gym. Hitting it off was easy and it was smooth sailing from there.

You never questioned why Jay's friends and co-workers were still unaware of your existence, especially when he had to deal with your past.

You loved skating more than a lot of things so it confused you as to why you were so nervous.

"Y/N, why are you so nervous?" Jay asked you, leaning forward against the guard rails. He refused to get on the ice and insisted on watching from afar. He could see your tells: fidgeting with the end of your sleeve, spinning in circles and refusing to stay still.

"What if I'm not up to her standards?" You asked, gently pushing yourself towards him, letting him take your hands in his before you wore a hole into your shirt sleeve.

"Are you kidding? She'll love you." Jay huffed with a smile at the thought of someone not being impressed by you. "Ruzeks probably expecting some skater I knew back in the days who owed me a favour."

You rose a brow, looking at him expectantly.

"Yes, I owe you one."

Before you could voice or show him your appreciation for his short words, you were stopped by the doors opening and a small group of four entering. You didn't recognise them but Jay definitely did.

"Yo Jay! What's up?" Kevin waved at his friend, Jordan at his side. You both knew of the Atwater brothers joining you which you had no problem with.

"Hey guys, hey Makayla." Jay greeted, doing a 'man hug' and spudding the young girl who eagerly smiled at him.

"This is my girlfriend Y/N." Jay introduced you to his friends. He reached out to you, pulling you closer even though he was on dry land and you on ice.

As soon as your name left his lips, all four heads snapped in your direction, mouths agape and eyes wide in shock. You secretly hoped they wouldn't know who you were but it made sense if they were into skating.

"Y/N Y/L/N. Jay managed to snag Y/N?" Adam asked himself, astonished as to how you two were even dating and how no one ever knew you guys were dating.

You sheepishly smiled, shaking hands with each of them, even Makayla who was frozen.

It was as if you were a celebrity who worked in Hollywood the way she looked up you; her eyes shining in adoration and the brightest smile spreading, her dimples really popping out.

"Hi Makayla." You knowingly smiled at the girl, holding out your hand to shake hers over the barrier. "It's nice to finally meet you."

Glitter was practically sparkling in her eyes as her mouth remained agape at the face she had only ever seen on the tv screen at home. Her dreams were all of a sudden coming true and she found herself struggling to compute.

Adam gently nudged her with his hand on her shoulder, prompting her to return your handshake which she rapidly did once she was shaken out of her stupor.

"You- you're Y/N Y/L/N." She stated the obvious, hand still shaking yours unknowingly.

"That's me." You nodded, gently releasing her hand and going forth to shake the three mens hands.

"I'm Y/N." You introduced yourself to your boyfriends colleagues. "You guys skating with us or no?"

Adam reluctantly shook his head as if ashamed. "Nah, only Jordan and Makayla are skating."

"That's great." You smiled, pushing yourself away from the barrier. "Get your skates on and we can start straight away. Show me what you got."

And with that, Makayla wasted no time in sitting down and getting her skates on, all the men surrounding her laughing at her hastiness.

*****

Jay's eyes were burning from how long and hard he'd been staring at the investigation board. The words were merging together and he could no longer recognise the faces as they all became one big blur.

He desperately needed sleep after being up all night, being called onto a scene just at the two of you got under the covers. It was now midday on a Saturday and everyone just began pouring in once Jay called them all that this was starting to become something serious.

Deciding to rest his eyes for a mere second to reduce the incessant twitching, he internally groaned when he heard the familiar sound of mixed laughter getting louder as they approached the bullpen.

"Oh, you look like hell Jay." Adam said, deciding to go straight for the jugular as he shrugged off his jacket.

"What's up dude? Looks like you've been through it." Kevin said with a bit more empathy, lightly patting the back of his shoulder as a sort of greeting before going towards his own desk.

Before Jay could respond with the most snarkiest remark anyone has ever heard in their life, he was rudely cut off by Kim whose face suddenly brightened, making him physically wince.

"Jay, why did you never tell us you had an Olympic gold medalist girlfriend?"

The bullpen was filled with pin drop silence.

"You have a girl? No way, since when?" Antonio said jokingly, smirking as he riled up the younger detective. "And an athlete? Never thought you had it in you."

"Hmm, thanks a lot Tonio." Jay rolled his eyes, blinking rapidly as he stood up and stretched his arms. "That actually reminds me..."

The officers and detective watch the green eyed man fumble with his wallet and pull out several bills, accidentally slamming it down with way too much force on Adam's desk.

"Y/N refuses your payment and insists all of the skating lessons are free." Jay said, shrugging his shoulders at the confused faces of Makayla's parents. "She also said something about sponsorship and coaching but I can't remember."

"It's official Jay." Adam said with the most serious face ever, begrudgingly taking and putting the money back into his own wallet.

"I like Y/N more than you."

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[uncasualfangirl]

RESPECTFULLY SIR, YOU COULD BREAK ME IN HALF. THANKS

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Best Day Ever

So yesterday was the Festival of the Lights downtown and of course I was working at my coffee shop job last night. So I made a bet with @fangirlfrom-hell that if we made/sold more hot chocolate than coffee than I owed her a new fanfic! And sure enough we sold/made more hot chocolate than coffee so here is me upholding my end of the deal!

So enjoy this little fic about the Halstead Brothers going to the Festival of the Lights as kids!

“Mama, mama, guess what!” exclaimed Will while jumping up and down in front of his mother. 

His mother, who was cooking dinner, turned to look at her eldest, “What’s up Will?”

“Today in school today I learned about the lights festival!” the third grader excitedly explained. 

“You did?” she asked while turning the stove down to a simmer and walking her child to the table.

“Uh huh” confirmed Will while taking a seat at the table

“And what did you learn about it?” 

“Um, well it started in 1949 and wanna know something cool?”

“What!” 

“It’s not even a festival! It’s a parade!”

“Wow, that’s so cool,” enthusiastically replied his mom!

“Can we go watch it?” asked Will while sliding off his chair.

“I don’t see why not, but I’ll talk to your dad. Okay?” Mary Halstead would love to take her kids to see the lights festival, but she was nervous about driving into the city, seeing as since it was such a big event, there would be traffic. But she also knew that public transit going north would also be insane. So she just hoped her husband could join so she wasn’t looking after 2 little ones by herself.

“Okay!” exclaimed Will!

“Now, while I finish dinner, why don’t you go see if Jay is awake from his nap” 

Will screamed, “Jay!” and ran in the direction of his little brother's room.

The day of the festival had arrived and as fate would have it, Pat Halstead was working his second job and wouldn’t be home in time to go to the parade. So Mary made the executive decision and decided to pull out the double seater wagon, a few blankets, and some hand warmers. She knew with a 5yr old and a 8yr old, they were bound to get cold easily.

“Are we ready to go to the lights festival?” excitedly asked Mary while checking to make sure her sons had their hats and coats on. 

“Yea!!!” exclaimed both boys!

“Let’s go then!” stated Mary while setting Jay in the wagon and then helping Will in as well.

The little family started on their journey downtown via public transit. 

“Wow” gaped Jay when the family arrived at a street corner along Michigan Avenue. Mary was slightly happy she decided to come downtown around 3 instead of waiting til 5, when the parade started, cause spots were filling up fast. 

“What do you see Jay Jay?” asked Mary while plopping down to his height. 

She loved when kids were elementary age cause they were still gaining personalities and exploring the world with childlike wonder. 

“The police” stated Jay, while pointing to a crowd of police officers across the street in yellow construction vests.

“Do you wanna be a police officer when you grow up?” asked Mary. 

“Uh huh” nodded Jay. 

When the parade finally started, Jay was beginning to nod off and Will was sitting up straight and tall, mesmerized by all the lights and big buses full of characters and dancers. 

“Rudolph!” shouted Will while shaking Jay awake!

Jay opened his eyes just in time to see a giant inflatable rudolph pass by. 

“Mama, mama, did you see?” asked Jay while turning to look at his mother. 

“I did baby, I did”

When the parade ended, it was close to 7pm and Mary realized not only were her babies cold but they also were hungry. 

“How about we go get some pizza and head home?”

“Pizza!” squealed the boys in confirmation!

“Okay, okay, let’s go” laughed Mary, “you guys have to sit down though” she added while she picked up the handle and pointedly watched  as her boys sat on their butts. 

By the time the family had gotten home, Jay was completely passed out in the wagon, with his head on his chest. And Will was headed in that direction too. 

So Mary carefully lifted each kiddo out of the wagon one at a time and laid them in their beds and hoped they had as good of a day as she had with them!

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