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Know The Risk.

Summary: Jay knows sleeping with his CI is enough to get him fired, but when she’s needed for an job, Jay can’t handle it. Pairing: Jay Halstead x unnamed female character. Characters: Jay, Voight, Olinsky. Warnings: mentions of drug dealing, weapon threat (gun), the suggestion of sexual favours in exchange for work (incredibly brief and not in detail), brief mention of sex (with Jay). Words: 2092 A/N: I’m pretty nervous to be posting this, so I’ll hit post and then go and hide. While I’m not new to writing, I am new to writing for the Chicago world. Apologies if the characterisation isn’t correct, I’m still learning. Not BETA’d because this is my first time here, so all mistakes, errors and typos are completely my own.

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Jay’s been on edge ever since she stepped out of the car and headed towards the meeting point. He’d personally wired her up as he’d tried to keep his cool. His fingers had worked meticulously, and he’d made sure the camera attached to her blouse button was hidden. They needed to see as well as hear but the thought of her going in there alone made bile rise.

“I thought you wanted to solve this case?” she’d questioned, staring him down as she’d ran her tongue over her teeth as she watched him fretting.

“I do but not at this expense.” He’d whispered back, thankful the mic wasn’t live yet. To the rest of the team, she was simply one of Jay’s informants, nothing more than that. He had a few, mostly men but there were a few women who he could call on for a favour, though she’s the only one who had managed to get under his skin. She’d left such an impression on him that he couldn’t get her off his mind.

“Admit it,” she’d grinned at him, “if you weren’t milking me for information every opportunity you have, you’d be trying to get something else out of me.” He’d held out as long as he possibly could before she’d been invited to his apartment, the two of them finally giving in to what has been building for months. Jay had taken her with such relish, desperate to savour every moment of it not thinking for a moment it would be repeated.

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Know The Risk.

Summary: Jay knows sleeping with his CI is enough to get him fired, but when she’s needed for an job, Jay can’t handle it. Pairing: Jay Halstead x unnamed female character. Characters: Jay, Voight, Olinsky. Warnings: mentions of drug dealing, weapon threat (gun), the suggestion of sexual favours in exchange for work (incredibly brief and not in detail), brief mention of sex (with Jay). Words: 2092 A/N: I’m pretty nervous to be posting this, so I’ll hit post and then go and hide. While I’m not new to writing, I am new to writing for the Chicago world. Apologies if the characterisation isn’t correct, I’m still learning. Not BETA’d because this is my first time here, so all mistakes, errors and typos are completely my own.

This was a request from my patreon account.

Likes, reblogs and feedback makes me squeal with happiness.

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Jay’s been on edge ever since she stepped out of the car and headed towards the meeting point. He’d personally wired her up as he’d tried to keep his cool. His fingers had worked meticulously, and he’d made sure the camera attached to her blouse button was hidden. They needed to see as well as hear but the thought of her going in there alone made bile rise.

“I thought you wanted to solve this case?” she’d questioned, staring him down as she’d ran her tongue over her teeth as she watched him fretting.

“I do but not at this expense.” He’d whispered back, thankful the mic wasn’t live yet. To the rest of the team, she was simply one of Jay’s informants, nothing more than that. He had a few, mostly men but there were a few women who he could call on for a favour, though she’s the only one who had managed to get under his skin. She’d left such an impression on him that he couldn’t get her off his mind.

“Admit it,” she’d grinned at him, “if you weren’t milking me for information every opportunity you have, you’d be trying to get something else out of me.” He’d held out as long as he possibly could before she’d been invited to his apartment, the two of them finally giving in to what has been building for months. Jay had taken her with such relish, desperate to savour every moment of it not thinking for a moment it would be repeated.

But it had. That first time had unlocked something within the two of them, making them unable to resist one another. They’d find a way to have the conversations at either hers or his, she’d tell him everything he needed to know with each swipe of his tongue. Jay made sure he learnt what she liked as quickly as possible. He didn’t have an ego outside of the bedroom and ensured that it stayed the same inside of it but he couldn’t help it. The more she gave him, the more he wanted to take. The more he needed to take.

She’d have given him the information regardless but the coaxing, slow drawing of it, the way she’d withhold details unless he gave her an orgasm was all part of their foreplay. And for every arrest made, every case closed thanks to her, she was rewarded with even more. When Jay reached out to her about this case, she had the right connections, provided details and information that proved to be vital. She’d managed to worm her way in, met their main suspect a few times and managed to get close to being trusted as an outsider could, enabling her to be able to slip between members without being stopped. Or at least not initially.

Which is why she was the perfect candidate for heading in there tonight. Jay sits with headphones on, eyes barely moving from the screen. He hates every word that comes from her mouth. He knows she’s putting it on, but the seductive tone to it makes his cock stir against his wishes, the words should be making him shrink back against the seat in which he sits. She’s flirting with whoever she needs, their faces show the level of interest in her, the way they lick their lips as they drag their gaze down her body and wipe their thumb over the corner of their mouth as they chuckle and click their tongue.

She slipped through the crowd, searching for the one who they’d shown her the picture of until finally he came into view on the camera. Jay felt his body tense up, watching everything unfold on the screen before him. He’d seen what happened to people who got in his way, they were either in the ground or in the morgue and one wrong thing said, one tone off, one nervous hesitation and he’d know. The last thing Jay wanted was to watch her be taken down in front of his eyes, recorded for evidence and to be used whenever needed. The thought of it turned his stomach, had him biting at his nails with anxiety until he was sitting forward, his eyes widening as Darius played straight into her hand.

Jay knew better than anyone how good she was. She played the part incredibly well, and though he knew how she appeared to others, he was the one who saw her for who she really was. The version playing out on the screen for the team to see right now, that was flawless acting. Olinsky and Voight have exchanged glances at one another, muttered under their breath no doubt not wanting Jay to hear but he has. They comment on the way she held her cool, how convincing she appeared and how if they hadn’t had a conversation with her prior to sending her in there, they’d have believed her act. Pride licks at the edges of the raw anxiety ridden wound that festered with each passing minute.

“So you’re the one I’ve been hearin’ ‘bout?” his voice could be heard over the music, the way he looked at her made Jay’s stomach turn.

“depends what you’ve been hearing.”

His tongue slipped over his lips as he’d opened his legs, his hand resting against his inner thigh, the opposite leg swings open and closed as he watched her. “that you know someone who can take twenty keys and make me a lotta money.”

“That’s enough, we can get her out now, right?” Jay asked, moving the headset from one ear to look at Voight.

“Not yet,” his husky tone remained steady as his eyes stayed fixed on the screen.

“He just adm-”

“He didn’t admit anything. We need something concrete before we bust in there and mess up the whole thing.”

Jay clenched his jaw, kept listening and waiting impatiently for Darius to say something which could be used. He wasn’t a praying man but sitting there, with the screen having his full attention and her safety fully on his mind? Yeah, Jay was praying.

“listen yeah? Imma let your guy sell 8. See how that shifts. See if I can trust him.” Darius talks slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. What he means by trusting her buying is also seeing if he could trust her too. Jay knows how this works. You tell a small secret, or a lie, see what happens with it. Build it up until you decide if you can trust a person. If she delivers him the money for 8 and keeps the money coming in, she can be trusted with more product. “After that, we’ll look at somethin’ bigger yeah?”

Darius’s gaze drops down her body, takes in the curves of her body, the ones that Jay knows too well. His blood boils but he forces his hand to remain relaxed. If he clenched his hand, showed his emotion which could be taken exactly for what it is, he’d be packing his desk in a box and walked out of the building before the ink had dried on his paperwork.

Come on you son of a bitch, give me one good reason not to land a punch on you the second I get my hands on you.

“Like what?”

“Look at you thinkin’ big.” He runs his tongue back over his lips as he watches her. “I like the way your mind works. How bout that mouth?”

“What about it?”

“Wanna taste somethin’ on mine? You gonna be sellin’ it, don’t you wanna taste first? See how good it is” he asks, the fingers of the hand that rests against his thigh drums over his clothes.

“You’re giving me a freebie?”

“Bitch, ain’t nothing free here.” He scoffs, unable to believe she really asked that. “You want my H? You gotta show me how much you want it.” His hand moves, fingers tracing over his belt, snapping it open in one fluid motion. The explanation clear.

“We go now.” Voight’s voice rings out behind Jay. His headset is snapped away from him within seconds and he’s on his feet, out of the van with the others following.

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“Jay?” Neither have really said a word since they got back to the precinct. She wanted to, was desperate to fill the silence with mindless chatter like they would usually but the look on his face tells her he’d rather have this than talk. “Jay.” She tries again and only now do his light eyes flicker up to her face. His hands still work, removing her wires, her camera and anything else which could pick the two of them up. Anything which could be used against them. “Are you not going to say anything?”

“I will once my heart leaves my throat.”

“I did ok though, right? You’d use me again.”

“You terrified me half to death, that’s what you did.”

“But did I do ok?”

He sighs, locks his jaw and stares at her as his hands drop to his side, the devices tightly fixed in his fist. “You did and that’s the problem.”

Her brow furrows, “pro-”

“Yes, problem. Do you realise how convincing you were? If we hadn’t come in when we had? He could’ve-”

“but he didn’t.”

“But he could have.”

“I knew the risk when I agreed to do this.” She lifts her face, angles her chin defiantly at him.

“So did I but that doesn’t mean I’m happy about the way he was or how it was playing out.” Turning his back briefly to put the device into the box it came from, he can’t wipe the memory of the camera from his mind.

They’re downstairs, away from security cameras, away from mics; the only two in that area are the ones Jay has just disconnected and put away. Alone, with no footsteps approaching, she steps forward and pulls him into a hug. “I’m fine. You came at exactly the right time. Maybe if you came in minutes after? That could have been a different story. Look at me, he barely touched me.” She says, ignoring the way her head throbs at the memory of how he’d grabbed her hair so tightly she thought he planned to rip clumps from her scalp as he’d dragged her to her feet and held a gun to her temple, using her as a shield. Her heart rate had only just calmed but the intense way that Jay stared at her made it pick up a little more. “I’m ok because of you.”

“But if I hadn’t.” His voice cracks a little and that one sound? That one sound breaks her.

“Hey,” moving his hand, she presses it against her chest, “see, I’m alive because of you and your team. Don’t beat yourself up over what could be. I’m here. Unhurt. And I’d do it again if it meant I could be of use to you.”

“Your information helps enough. I don’t need you almost getting attacked or killed just so we can take someone down. There are other ways.”

“If it wasn’t me in that position Jay, it would have been someone else. Would you have felt better having someone else have that gun pressed against their head just because it wasn’t me? Because I wouldn’t.”

When he says nothing, just continues to stare at her, she nuzzles her nose against his jaw, over his throat before pressing her lips to him, feeling the rough stubble as it grazes against her soft skin. “You’re feeling this because you acted as you should.” she presses more kisses, up the underside of his jaw and finally over the curve of it, her lips dragging towards his lips until he finally moves, dipping his face to meet her lips with his own and kisses her with all the pent up emotion he’d been keeping in, now barely to hold himself back after just a taste of her again.

“We can’t do this here.” He groans, forcing himself to pull away from her. Her eyes are dilating, her chest rises and falls from the rapid breathing. “You know where the spare key is for my place right? I’ll meet you there. You need to go now before I take you into the supply closet and get fired.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure I’m naked.” She says, stepping towards him and pulling his lip between her teeth, nibbling on it just enough to draw a long groan from him before letting it go with a satisfying pop.

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Remind me where we left off....Jay anon.

IM YELLING. I’ve missed you and I’m DYING TO KNOW MORE. KEEP THE ASKS COMING.  you’d just described their argument and she goes to leave and Jay doesn’t want her to 

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You can totally just remind me where we left off and we can pick up tomo if you would like?

KEEP SENDING THEM. I’M DYING HERE AND REFRESHING LIKE CRAZY.

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So Doc and Jay play nice for the sake of her kids cos honestly she feels bad that their dad had no interest in them other than whem he needed his picture perfect family for events etc (hes a total douche bit older than her swept her off her feet and wasnt until she was pregnant he showed how cold he really is i picture someone who's good looking but knows it can turn on the charm but is cold hearted - looks like Charlie Hunnam?) Anyway she pushed through and became a doc whilst raising her kids..... more?

*screams internally*

@asenwinks we continue. The plot thickens.

I love all of this. I picture her running late from work one day, Jay sees the kids on the way back to his apartment and offers to give them a lift home. Obviously because they know him, they do and get in. They slowly open up to him and they say they were supposed to see their dad but he didn’t show. Again. And Jay’s feeling all protective over them as more of their story comes out. But they make him promise not to tell her that he knows.

Oh i’m soft.

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I’m still so happy that you loved this. I can’t wait to write more for you 🥺

Endlessly.

Summary: What should have been a one night stand becomes something so much more for Jay. Pairing: Jay Halstead x unnamed female character. Warnings: hints at sexy times but doesn’t go into any real details. Lots of soft Jay. Words: under 1100 A/N: I’m pretty nervous to be posting this, so I’ll hit post and then go and hide. While I’m not new to writing, I am new to writing for the Chicago world. I adore Jay and when one of my friends had a birthday recently, I just knew I had to write her something Jay related. She encouraged me to create this account and to post it here, feeling more people needed even more Jay fics in their life. Apologies if the characterisation isn’t correct, I’m still learning. Not BETA’d because this is my first time here, so all mistakes, errors and typos are completely my own.

Likes, reblogs and feedback makes me squeal with happiness.

Based on the song: Walk In The Sun by McFly. ___

I wonder what it’s like to be loved by you

I wonder what it’s like to be home

Jay hadn’t been looking for anything or anyone the night he headed to Molly’s after work a few months back. His whole intention was to have a few drinks, head back home, nurse another beer as he watched a game before falling into bed.

He hadn’t intended to hold her eye contact. Or return the smile that had slowly formed on her perfect lips as she saw his interest. The moment she’d opened her mouth to say hello, he’d heard the tone of it and knew he wouldn’t be going home alone.

He’d had one night stands before but this wasn’t one he’d sought out. Her face had lured him in, her voice had travelled straight to his crotch and her kisses had made it so that he hadn’t wanted to stop.

Thinking it was just simply another one night stand, Jay hadn’t expected anything else to come from it. But when he’s returned home from work that evening, his apartment was left exactly as he had, with the only exception being a note pinned to the fridge with her phone number.

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Endlessly.

Summary: What should have been a one night stand becomes something so much more for Jay. Pairing: Jay Halstead x unnamed female character. Warnings: hints at sexy times but doesn’t go into any real details. Lots of soft Jay. Words: under 1100 A/N: I’m pretty nervous to be posting this, so I’ll hit post and then go and hide. While I’m not new to writing, I am new to writing for the Chicago world. I adore Jay and when one of my friends had a birthday recently, I just knew I had to write her something Jay related. She encouraged me to create this account and to post it here, feeling more people needed even more Jay fics in their life. Apologies if the characterisation isn’t correct, I’m still learning. Not BETA’d because this is my first time here, so all mistakes, errors and typos are completely my own.

Likes, reblogs and feedback makes me squeal with happiness.

Based on the song: Walk In The Sun by McFly. ___

I wonder what it's like to be loved by you

I wonder what it's like to be home

Jay hadn’t been looking for anything or anyone the night he headed to Molly’s after work a few months back. His whole intention was to have a few drinks, head back home, nurse another beer as he watched a game before falling into bed.

He hadn’t intended to hold her eye contact. Or return the smile that had slowly formed on her perfect lips as she saw his interest. The moment she’d opened her mouth to say hello, he’d heard the tone of it and knew he wouldn’t be going home alone.

He’d had one night stands before but this wasn’t one he’d sought out. Her face had lured him in, her voice had travelled straight to his crotch and her kisses had made it so that he hadn’t wanted to stop.

Thinking it was just simply another one night stand, Jay hadn’t expected anything else to come from it. But when he’s returned home from work that evening, his apartment was left exactly as he had, with the only exception being a note pinned to the fridge with her phone number.

Jay had shaken his head as he’d chuckled to himself. She could have slipped out, accepted the possibility of it just being a one off but she’d made it so the ball was in his court. He liked that. He admired that. He couldn’t deny that she had been on his mind throughout his shift. He could picture her body laid out before him as he’d typed at his computer, scanning the data bases for who matched the leads they had.

The case had taken a quick but escalating turn, ensuring that his mind was fully preoccupied for the next two days, not even her note left pinned to the refrigerator could distract him from the details of the case. Only once it was over and the team headed to the bar for a much needed drink did he see her once more.

“Oh so you are alive?” She’d grinned at him as he’d brought a drink over for her and pushed the glass towards her. “I thought you’d fallen off the face of the earth. Faked your death, moved to another country. The usual excuses.”

“Just work, I'm afraid. No elaborate excuse from me.”

“At least you’re honest.”

They’d sat together, huddled up in one of the booths for most of the night. He could have gone home with her once more but something told him not to. He made sure he took her number again, called her right there so she had his and promised her they’d arrange something but urged her to make contact whenever she wanted to.

Texting became daily, the two of them would call once in bed to talk a little. They started out by meeting for lunch, progressing to dinner when their schedules allowed it. She offered to cook for him, washed down with a few bottles and he liked that she enjoyed a cold beer just as much as a bottle of wine.

She shared his love of sports, had a type of sense of humour which meant she wasn’t easily upset and gave it back to him just as hard when he mocked her playfully. Their dates became more frequent and he quickly found himself enjoying knowing he may not be coming home to anyone at his apartment but he had someone whom he had plans with.

She excited him out of the bed as much as she did in it. She could hold a conversation. Challenged his beliefs and made him look at the world a little differently; in a good way. She was patient with him. Understood when he needed to be alone and gave him the welcoming embrace that he needed when he needed it.

She hated not being able to help at times, when he’d come home from a particular gruelling day and he couldn’t talk about the case they were working on. Sometimes he simply needed to sit in silence but know she was there, others he would turn up at her place and bury himself within her over and over until the day was blocked from his mind as he focused on her and nothing but her and when the next orgasm would hit.

Last night was the latter. The alarm clock on the bedside table reads 06:13 AM. She’s still laid asleep beside him but he’s been up longer than he’d have liked. She never saw it this way, but he hated to think he used her for sex as a distraction. She reasoned that he didn’t only see her for sex, if he did, then she may have an issue but she never felt used; quite the opposite, she felt relieved she could him in some way.

Turning his face to look at her, he can’t ignore the flip of his stomach. They’d been doing this for months now, and though he’d never thought of himself to be the type to fall for someone easily, he was certainly beginning to question that.

They’d fit so simply into each other’s lives that he couldn’t picture an alternative now. She’d made him consider how his life could be. He could picture a future that he hadn’t seriously thought about before. She’d laid out on the couch, rubbing a belly full of food one evening and it was too easy to picture her carrying his child.

They’d strolled through the park, hand in hand and tucked into one another as much as possible to keep warm during the colder months. Snow had fallen in flurries around them, she was laughing at a story she was telling him about her day and that was the first time he could picture himself lowering to one knee to ask her the question.

Though they hadn’t officially said the words, he knew he was falling in love with her and in this moment, he wonders what it would truly feel like to be loved by her endlessly.