#Kim Ruzek turns one!!!

[witchygagirlwrites]

Jay Halstead x Reader

Jay wants you but won't admit it until he sees someone else wanting you

Sex, clothed sex in the precinct?

You sat next to Kim, trying to listen as her and Adam told you about something Makayla was doing at school. You were desperately trying to act like your attention wasn’t on your partner or the way his lips moved around the edge of that beer bottle, the way his hand gripped it. Fuck, you were losing your shit. Hailey bumped you lightly and whispered “Are you good?” 

You shook yourself out of your stupor and nodded “Yeah, I’m um gonna go pay my tab” she nodded and slid back to let you move over her legs out of the booth. “Hey, hold up. I’ll walk with you. Need to pay mine too” Jay called and you tried not to show on your face that you were mentally cursing. You needed a breather away from him. You weren’t sure what the hell was going on lately between you and your partner of the last two years but the dynamic had shifted and it was choking you.

You forced a smile onto your face and cut your eyes at him as you made it over Hailey’s legs “Well come on then Halstead. I don’t go all night” he rolled his eyes “Like you got anywhere to be” you shrugged “Sorry if all of us don’t keep a rotation of beds to hop out of like some people” and grinned when he shook his head. 

You walked off from the table and heard his footsteps right before his hand brushed your lower back “You know I don’t have no damn rotation” you looked over your shoulder at him and shrugged “None of my business if you do, now is it?” then kept walking. 

When you made it to the bar, you leaned on the end and waved for Herrman. He nodded so you waited and felt Jay staring at you. You finally turned to face him “Yes?” he shook his head “You’ve been quiet tonight. Is something wrong?” A small smile slipped onto your face at the concern in his voice “No Jay, I’m good. I think I’m just tired” he studied your face for a moment then finally nodded “You know if you ever need me, whenever that may be all you have to do is call. I’ll come to you” 

You nodded then let a smirk slip onto your face “What if I call and you got a woman in your bed?” He rolled his eyes “Dammit, I’m trying to be a good friend, a good partner and you gotta call me a slut” You gasped lightly, grabbing your chest dramatically “I did not call you a slut! I implied you were!” he took a step closer to you, putting your back against the bar and his chest just a breath away from yours. You cut your eyes up to meet his, swallowing hard as he said “Sweetheart believe it or not I don’t need to be fucking a different woman every night. A real man doesn’t” 

“What does a real man do then Jay?” you asked and he leaned closer, hands caging you in and letting his lips brush the shell of your ear “A real man finds one woman, only needs one woman” he chuckled lightly when you cut your eyes up at him and shoved him, both of you laughing like you hadn’t probably just looked like you were on the verge of making out to the entire bar. “You’re an ass Jay” 

Your heart was pounding in your ears and you were fairly certain your panties were on the verge of being ruined just from that innocent of an interaction. Hell maybe you were the one in need of a random bed to hop into? He grinned “Still being honest”

About that time Herrman came back over and handed Jay a receipt then walked off. “Wait Herrman! My tab!” you called and he looked back with a grin “Your partner paid for ya sweetheart” you looked back at Jay who winked at you “You can get the drinks next time” you shook your head “You’re a pain” he nodded “Been called worse”

“Can I ask a question?” Adam asked and you groaned “You can ask, don’t mean I’m gonna answer” how the hell you’d managed to get stuck with Ruzek when partners had gotten switched around you weren’t sure but Hailey was with Kevin and Kim was with Jay while you were in the damn surveillance van.

“You and Halstead?” you nodded, eyes never leaving the screen but when he didn’t finish the thought you cut your eyes at him “What about me and Jay?” he shrugged “Are you two?” “Are we what Adam?” you asked and he rolled his eyes “Are you sleeping with him?”

“ADAM!” you gasped and he held up his hands defensively “Hey babe, this is a safe space. I have a daughter with my partner. I’m not judging” you shook your head “Christ, no. Ok? Jay doesn’t look at me like that. I’m just his partner” he nodded slowly, turning back to the screen then looked back at you “How do you look at him?” “RUZEK!” you warned and he nodded “Ok ok, sorry sorry”

Were you that obvious even to Adam? Damn what were you gonna do? You couldn’t very well be walking around looking like a love struck puppy at your partner, one of your best friends if he didn’t feel the same. It was pathetic and could ruin your friendship and partnership. “I think he wants you if it helps any” “Kim and Mack are the only reasons I don’t shoot you” you told him and he grinned “Thank god for my girls then”

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All of you stood together after the takedown. You poked at your arm where a bullet had grazed it. It didn’t really hurt, it was just the surface, might need a stitch or two but nothing serious. You heard Voight call your name and turned towards him “Yeah boss?” he nodded towards your arm “You need an ambo?” you shook your head “Hell no. I can drive myself to med” 

“Like hell. I’m driving you to med” Jay spoke from behind you. You turned to see him walking towards you, his eyes glued to your arm. Voight nodded “Ok, Jay take her to med then you two just come back to the precinct. The rest of us will finish up here and meet you two back at the house”

“Yes sir” you replied and Jay nodded towards his truck “Come on” you followed him out. Once the two of you were in his truck, he cut his eyes at you “Are you ok?” you smiled “I’m fine Jay, really” he shook his head “You got grazed sweetheart” you rolled your eyes “Don’t be dramatic Halstead” he reached a hand out to brush against yours “I’m not being dramatic. My partner is bleeding from a bullet” your heart flipped when his hand brushed yours and Adam’s words flashed through your head..nope you were not doing that. “I’ll be ok. Your brother will throw a stitch or two in and boom, I’ll have more scars to explain to any dates that go well”

He shook his head “Any man seeing any part of you and worrying about scars is a fucking idiot” you felt your face warm but played it off by saying “Well you’re lucky men get sexier with scars” he laughed lightly “So do women sweetheart”

“What do you think about this joint task force?” you asked Jay as the two of you sat in his truck, watching a house that was a place of interest. He shrugged “I don’t know. Sometimes other teams play well, other times they get in our way” 

“Guess we’ll see” you replied, eyes staying on the door of the house. He nodded “What happened to that last guy you were dating?” your head whipped around towards him “Lukas? We split like seven months ago Jay”

He nodded “I know. Why did you two split?” you shrugged “Wasn’t the right fit I guess?” “Oh” he replied and you felt a bit put off “Why do you ask?” he shook his head “No reason” you turned to face him “Jay, I can read your bullshit” he shrugged “Was just wondering”

“Why are you perpetually single since you and Erin split?” you asked and he grinned “Wouldn’t you like to know?” and turned his eyes back to the house. Oh this asshole! “Got your eyes on someone?” you asked and he cut his eyes at you “Do you?” oh this was the game he was playing, ok cool. “Nope, not at all” you replied turning to face out of the window but not missing the way he was still watching you intently.

“Don’t date some other asshole who doesn’t understand who you actually are” he added after a moment and you rolled your head to look at him “Don’t date some other bitch who is only interested in the fact that you’re hot. You’re actually more than a pretty face Jay” he grinned “You think I’m pretty?” you rolled your eyes “Christ, shut up!” and shook your head.

Voight stepped out of his office and everyone looked up. “The feds are headed up” all of you stood, walking around to sit on the edges of your desks as Trudy led a team of seven people up the stairs. Three women, three men then an older guy around Voight’s age.Guess a team was really picked to match intelligence this time.

Voight went around and introduced everyone one by one. Sara, Nikki, Henri, Paula, Samuel and Logan. Their boss was George. The decision was to combine the teams and make three teams of four. 

You and Jay ended up getting paired with Nikki and Samuel. Nikki was a bit taller than you with braids and dark brown eyes that were a gorgeous shade and a bright smile. Samuel was around Jay’s height, just as broad with light brown hair that was a big longer but suited him and he had hazel eyes that were damn near the shade of honey at the moment. “Look forward to working with you” he told you with a smile when he shook your hand.

You just did catch Jay’s reaction to Samuel introducing himself to you. He was leaning against the wall, arms crossed and damn he looked pissed. You cut your eyes at Adam who gave you a “Told ya so” look and rolled your eyes. That did not mean anything. Jay was not jealous..was he? Samuel was an attractive man…maybe you should flirt a little? Not enough to risk the job but enough to show interest? If Jay rose to the bait it would let you know once and for all he wanted you like you wanted him and well if he didn’t then Samuel would still be an option.

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“Samuel, will you check my vest?” Jay normally checked your vest, even over your unit but Hank had encouraged all of you to play nice, right? Jay met your eyes and raised an eyebrow. All of you were gearing up in your blackout gear. This was a big hit and warranted it. Once you were vested you glanced over your shoulder at Samuel and smiled “Thanks honey” and motioned to his hair “Let me help you”

“Oh, ok” he turned and leaned down for you to help him tie his hair back. All the while you could feel Jay’s eyes boring a hole into your skull. Maybe Adam was onto something? Once you had Samuel’s hair fixed you grinned “There ya go” and walked over to Jay who watched you closely “Done flirting?” you cut your eyes at him “Excuse me?” he rolled his eyes “You’ve been flirting with him for hours” you shrugged “And if I want to, no one else wants me” 

He turned to look at you and you met his eyes before shrugging and walking away. You grabbed the rest of your gear along with the mask that slipped down around your neck until it was needed then walked outside. All of you were riding in Nikki’s suv so that was a plus. You headed for it never minding Jay or Samuel.

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“Is she single?” Samuel asked Adam, not realizing Jay could overhear or more so not realizing Adam had moved them to the point to make sure Jay could hear. “As far as I know man. Ask her out after the job though, not before”

Like hell was Jay letting that happen. You were his, not this FBI asshole’s. Woah where did that thought come from? Yeah time it hit it rang true. You were his, he was yours. He wasn’t letting you go without a damn fight because the jealousy he felt wasn’t even warranted. You weren’t his and yet you damn sure felt like you were.

“MOVE MOVE MOVE”

You ran behind Nikki chasing two perps down and both of you hit them hard, rolling them up in the street as Jay and Samuel caught up from cuffing their own perps. “You good?” Jay asked and you nodded, pushing hair back from your face “Fuckin perfect” this damn task force was doing its job. Twenty arrests in the last two days. You were tired and wound up and needed a break from Jay walking around in his damn black out gear looking like well that.

Samuel offered you a hand to your feet so you took it with a smile “Thanks Sam” he nodded “Of course” and you saw Jay’s jaw tighten. “How many more are on Hank and George’s list?” Nikki asked and you grinned “I think we may be done” 

Samuel smirked at you about the time you heard the two men in question calling everyone to circle up. You snatched your perp up while Nikki snatched hers up, both of you passing them off to patrol before heading towards Hank and George.

Hank looked around “Head back to the precinct. We need to do a headcount to make sure but we believe we got all the targets” you let out a breath and grinned “Thank god” then headed for Nikki’s suv.

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Jay’s eyes kept flickering towards Samuel. That son of a bitch had every intention to ask you out. He’d heard him talking about it and had caught him checking you out. He’d break his fucking jaw. 

The moment all of you stepped into the precinct he grabbed your arm as soon as you walked into rollup “Hey, we need to talk” you cut your eyes up at him then looked back at Nikki and Samuel “About what?” he shrugged “Five minutes sweetheart” you sighed “Fine”

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You let Jay pull you into the tech room and close the door behind himself. “What Halstead?” you asked and he looked at you “Don’t go out with that asshole” you knew you looked as confused as you felt because what the hell was he talking about? “What?” “Sam” he scoffed and you shook your head,  pulling at the collar of your black out gear “I don’t have time for this shit Jay”

You turned to walk out but he grabbed you and the next thing you knew your back was against the wall and Jay was holding you against it, standing over you “I know you want me as bad as I want you” you didn’t say anything so he leaned down, lips just a breath from yours “Say you don’t and I let you go”

“And if I say I do?” you whispered and his lips crashed against yours. You whimpered lightly when his tongue slipped past your lips, tasting every inch of your mouth he could. His hands went to your hips, gripping tightly. He pulled back enough to speak against your lips “I need you please” you nodded “Ok” he smiled against your lips, hands slipping down to work at the belt and zipper of your tach pants. Once they were loose enough he could get his hand in it he wasted no time slipping his fingers down below your panties. He teased your clit with his thumb and when your head fell back against the wall, a gasp leaving you that he had to swallow with a kiss he slipped one thick finger into you, followed by a second.

Your hand went to his wrist, not trying to move it, just needing something to hold onto. “Jay” you moaned lightly and he grinned against your lips “Be quiet baby. Don’t want no one to hear us” you rolled your bottom lip between your teeth, eyes going from watching where his fingers were working their way in you up to his eyes “I need more of you Jay” you whispered and his eyes widened “What do you want baby?” 

You ran a hand over the bulge in his pants and a low groan left him “sweetheart, can you be quiet?” you whimpered when his fingers hit a spot deep inside of you “One way to find out. If I’m yours fucking claim me Jay” his forehead fell against yours, fingers slowing inside of you. “Princess, if you’re mine that makes me yours too”

You raised your eyes to him “Then take what’s yours” he pulled his fingers out of you and licked them clean before leaving a bruising kiss on your lips. He turned you around, bracing your hands against the wall. You could hear him fighting with the belt and zipper of his pants “I’m gonna take you home with me, take my time” you looked over your shoulder and felt your mouth go dry when he pushed his pants down just far enough his hard cock could slip out “Shit” he grinned “Second thoughts?”

You shook your head “I trust you” he smiled and folded himself over your shoulder to press a kiss to your lips as he pushed your pants down far enough he could line himself up with your opening before sliding in with one hard thrust. “It’s gotta be fast, baby. They’ll realize we’re gone”

You bit down hard on your lip to keep the moan in that wanted to escape from the feeling of him stretching you so damn deliciously “Don’t care, just fuck me please” you whispered and he chuckled “Yes ma’am”

He had one hand at your waist, keeping you upright and the other at your collarbone. He found a rhythm that had his hips snapping into yours at a pace that made your eyes roll back into your head with every damn thrust. “Please don’t stop” you whispered and he laughed. One of his hands came down to your clit, rubbing tight circles. A moan tried to escape you but the hand at your collarbone moved up to your throat, squeezing just enough to cut off the sound before it made it out. The mixture of sensations of his cock slamming into you, his fingers working at your clit and the air getting cut off made your orgasm slam into you so damn hard his hands on you were the only thing keeping you up straight. 

 “Where can I cum?” he groaned, releasing his grip on your neck so you could answer “In me, please” you whimpered and his head fell over on your shoulder “Fuck you want me fallling in love already don’t you?”

He gave a few more hard thrusts then buried himself inside of you, you felt when he came, some of it sliding back down your thighs. “Fuck” you breathed as he moved to pull your pants up then fixed his own. 

He helped you to stand and smiled when he saw how wobbly your legs were. “:You ok?” you nodded, holding onto his arms “I think so” he grinned “Good because like I said, you’re mine but I’m yours too. Got it?” you nodded “Got it”

You heard Adam calling both of your names and your eyes got wide. Yeah there was no way he wasn’t gonna figure out what just happened. “What do we do?” you asked and he grinned “Hope Voight or Platt doesn’t realize?” you shook your head “So much help”

The moment you and Jay stepped out of the tech room Adam’s eyes got wide “Kevin owes me fifty bucks man!” you glared at him “Mention this and I’ll kill you. Say we’re together, that’s fine, risk our jobs, you’re a dead man” he shook his head “I’m not saying shit you horny little fucks straighten up it’s time to tell the feds bye. We can go home within the hour"

You cut your eyes at Jay then nodded “Let’s go say bye in that case. I’m suddenly eager to get out of here” “I bet you are” Adam laughed on the way upstairs.

Jay slipped his hand into yours, just in case Samuel got any ideas. You were officially his, he wasn’t letting you go now. Besides he had so many ideas for when he got you back to his place, to an actual bed with a few hours to spare with you spread out for him. That thought alone had him wrapping an arm around your waist to help your tremoring legs up the stairs a little faster.

You glanced over your shoulder at him and smiled "I'm yours Jay. No need to be jealous" he stopped walking to press a kiss to your lips "I'm yours baby" Adam shook his head "and for once I was right" then kept walking.

[fangirlfrom-hell]

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

Cute and fluffy Jay, wife and baby + babysitter detectives

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

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

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

-"Why not?" He asked strangely.

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

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

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

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

Trudy and Kim followed her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But after a few minutes, she was still uncontrollable.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-"You wanna hold her?"

She just nodded and took the opportunity.

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

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

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

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

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

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

-"Sure. Whatever you think is better".

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

-"I should put her down to sleep".

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

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

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

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

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

Everyone else rolled their eyes in a funny way.

[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."

[marrrrss]

Lost and Found: Crossed Path, ch.1

Hank Voight x Reader, +basically all CPD and extra characters

Summary: 3 kids missing. Familys desperate. Full on chaos on District 21 and on the streets. Inteligence on the lead of it. But everything changes when a little boy is found on a park.

Chapter 2

Word count: 1.2K

TW: none?

Author's note: first chapter of this series, hope you like it!

>>>English is not my first language<<<

The evening had descended, the sun setting below the horizon, elongating shadows in the streets of Chicago. It was ordinary, even quiet, for a moment. Then the first call came in.

5:14 PM

"9-1-1, what's your emergency?"

"I can't find my children!" Rose miller's voice was a panic, the words spilling out in a rush. "I'd left them with the nanny this morning, and now I came home, and no one's here!"

"Ma'am, have you tried calling the nanny's phone? What is the nanny's name?" The dispatcher's voice was even, trying to keep things down to earth.

"Yes, I have! Her phone is off! H-her name is Katie. Katie Baxter," Rose Miller responded, trembling as she looked around the quiet apartment. Her eyes swept the room, wishing to see her children.

"Okay, ma'am, I'm sending officers to your location right away. Try to stay on the line, and I'll update you on what's going on. What are your children's names?"

" Anna and Alex, they're 3 years old"

The dispatcher immediately relayed the information to the respective patrol units, and the wheels of investigation began to turn.

5:41 PM

Meanwhile, in the suburbs, another hysterical voice yelled through the 9-1-1 system.

"9-1-1, what's your emergency?"

"I can't find my daughter!" Daniel Jones' voice echoed over the phone. "I left her with the nanny this morning, and now she's not answering her phone, and she's gone! Please! Please help!"

"Sir, what is your daughter's name? What is the nanny's name?" The dispatcher repeated the questions.

"My daughter's name is Victoria, she's 3. And the nanny-his nanny-her name is Katie Baxter!"

"I'm sending units to your location, sir. Stay calm, and we'll take care of you."

The dispatcher quickly radioed to officers in the area, aware of the growing alarm.

Katie Baxter wasn't just missing; so were the children she was entrusted to care for.

Miller Residence – 6:12 PM

Kim Burgess and Adam Ruzek arrived at the Miller house just as the sky turned dusky. Rose was pacing in the front yard, phone clutched tightly in her hands. She looked up as they stepped out of their car, her eyes pleading for something—anything.

"You’re the detectives?" she asked breathlessly.

"Detectives Burgess and Ruzek," Kim verified, flashing her badge. "Where's your husband?"

"He's coming."

"Let's do what you told 9-1-1 first," Adam suggested as they walked towards the house.

Rose tried to go through it all again, voice shaking.

"They were home this morning. Katie was with them all day. I called at two just to catch up, and she didn't answer. I figured she was busy. Then at four, I called. Then five. I panicked. I called my husband, but I—I don't know what happened."

"Was anything missing?" Kim asked.

"Their jackets and shoes, that's it. No bag. No clothes. It's like she just… went."

Adam caught Kim's eye. This had none of the earmarks of a random kidnapping.

A car pulled into the driveway. John Miller got out, his face a tight mask of fear. "What's going on? Where are my kids?"

Rose turned to him. "I don't know, John."

"Mr. Miller," Adam said warily, "your wife just gave us a timeline. We need to corroborate some information—"

"Do you think we did something wrong?" John snapped.

Kim held up a hand. "We're trying to find your kids."

The tension eased, at least somewhat, and the interview continued. As they were walking out of the house, toward their car, Adam muttered, "This is a nightmare."

Kim nodded, distracted, then suddenly exhaled a humorless laugh.

"What?" Adam said.

Kim hesitated before shaking her head. "It's just—this whole thing… Have you ever considered something like this happening to us?"

Adam didn't answer right away. Instead, he turned to her, his expression serious. "Don't joke."

Kim met his gaze. "I'm not."

Adam let out a sigh, rubbing the back of his neck. "We'll re-check Mak's nanny again. Just in case."

They both knew it wasn't much of a joke.

Jones Residence – 6:35 PM

Hailey Upton and Kevin Atwater stepped out of their car to see Daniel and Emily Jones standing in the doorway of their expansive estate. Emily's hands shook, her eyes red-rimmed from weeping.

Kevin spoke first. "Mr. and Mrs. Jones?"

Daniel nodded. "Yeah. Please—please come in."

Everything inside was pristine, expensive. Yet the suffocating sense of loss stifled the room.

Emily gestured to the couch. "She was just… here." Her voice cracked. "Victoria was just here."

Hailey took out her notebook. "Tell us about Katie."

Emily swallowed. "She came highly recommended. Good with kids. Polite. Sweet. But now, in retrospect—I don't know. She was private. Too private."

That was new.

"Did you know Katie was working for other families?" Kevin asked.

Daniel shook his head. "What? No."

Hailey and Kevin exchanged a glance. This was no longer a missing nanny case.

Back at the 21st District – 7:15 PM

Pandemonium in the bullpen. Intelligence in high gear, chasing down leads. Amber alerts already out on the children. Trudy Platt downstairs juggling the patrol officers and keeping everything above water surface.

"Alright," Voight gruffly spoke, at the center of it all. "What do we know?"

"She doesn't have an Illinois ID," Hailey said.

"No apartment in her name," Adam added.

"No relatives here," Kevin said.

"Her face or name is not in our system" Kim added

Dante Torres added, "Checked her car plates, they're fake. The plate the Jones and Miller's gave us are different. Bet she had a plate for each family."

Silence. Then Voight exhaled sharply. "Find her. Call your CI's, anyone who can help. CCTV around 10 blocks of the kids houses and the places the parents said they went to, parks, stores everywhere. Ran the parents connections and past, any enimies, anything. We have 3 kids missing, I want them back home. Fast."

The squad broke up, following every lead they had.

The morning after

The city was still waking up when a patrol car saw him.

A small boy, alone on a park bench.

A little boy, around 3-4 years old.

Tear-stained face. Clutching a small stuffed bear.

There he was—alone, cold, and scared.

The patrol officers exchanged a glance before approaching slowly.

"Hello, buddy," one of them said gently, kneeling before the child. "Lost?"

The boy didn't answer right away. He hugged his teddy bear tighter, his big brown eyes searching the vicinity as if looking for something—or someone.

"Whats your name buddy" Officer Ramirez asked the little boy , kneeling down.

"Lucas" Lucas said in a voice above a whisper.

"Where's your mommy and daddy?" the other officer asked.

Lucas snuffled. "Katie said I had to wait."

The officers stiffened. Katie.

That was all they needed to hear.

The bullpen was chaos. No one had slept. Inteligence was still loking at every cctv camera that could give anything about Katie and the kids.

The doors swung open.

"Hey, Sarge?" Ramirez came in, Greene alongside him. Between them, a little boy stood, small fingers clasped around Ramirez's hand. "We got a situation."

"What?" Trudy said looking up from her paperwork.

"His name is Lucas. Found him in a park bench" Ramirez answered.

"Go up" Trudy said opening the gate to inteligence.

As soon as they got to the top of the stairs to inteligence everyone turned to them.

"Who's the kid?" Voight stepped forward.

"Found him alone in a park," Ramirez said. "Name's Lucas. But here's the thing, Sarge—there was no missing kid named Lucas on any report last night."

Kim, who had been reviewing security footage, straightened immediately. "Wait—Lucas?" She stepped forward, kneeling to peer into the boy's eyes. "Whats your last name buddy?"

Lucas didn't answer

Kim's eyes up at inteligence "Do we have any Lucas missing?"

Dante already on computer searching trought the amber alerts "No lucas on the system"

Voight just looked in silence to the litlle boy before turning to his team. "Look nation wide. Maybe from other state or his family hasnt given him as missing."

Silence fell over the room as the implication of that set in.

One missing child found. Nothing about him on this case,

Three still gone.

And there was no trace of Katie Baxter.

(To be continued...)

[sabrinajenre96]

A glimpse of the past.

Kenny Rixton x Detective!Voight!Reader

Warning: this story contains some adult content like murder, blood, curse words and more.

This is a Chicago PD fanfiction

PART 2 :

The new detective:

Y/N leaned against the doorframe of her father’s office, arms crossed over her chest as she watched him rifle through case files. The exhaustion from their latest case settled deep in her bones, but one thing lingered on her mind—who the hell was replacing Adam?

“You could’ve at least warned me,” she said, pushing off the door and stepping inside.

Hank didn’t look up. “Warned you about what?”

She narrowed her eyes. He was playing dumb. He always did this when he was keeping something close to the chest.

“My new partner,” she said, emphasizing each word like she was speaking to a suspect dodging questions. “Who is it? When do they start?”

Hank finally met her gaze, his expression unreadable. “Tomorrow.”

Y/N sighed. “And?”

“And you’ll find out when everyone else does.”

Her frustration flared. “Dad, come on. You gave me hell when I was with Jay, but now you’re being secretive about who you’re partnering me up with?”

Hank’s jaw tightened just slightly. A flicker of something passed through his eyes, too quick for her to catch.

“You’ll work with who I assign you to,” he said, tone final. “No room to debate.”

That was it. The Sergeant card. Discussion over.

Y/N clenched her jaw, biting back the retort bubbling in her throat. She knew better than to push when he got like this, but something about his caginess bothered her.

“Fine,” she muttered, turning on her heel. “See you tomorrow.”

As she walked out, she nearly collided with Erin, who was leaning against the wall, arms folded, brows raised.

“You good?” Erin asked, pushing off the wall and falling in step beside her.

“No,” Y/N huffed. “He’s hiding something.”

Erin smirked. “When is he not?”

Y/N groaned, rubbing her temples. “If this guy’s an ass, I swear—”

Erin bumped her shoulder playfully. “We’ll deal with it tomorrow. Get some sleep, partner.”

Sleep. Yeah, right.

Because if Hank was acting this weird, tomorrow was about to be a hell of a day.

Morning sunlight streamed through the bullpen windows as the Intelligence team gathered, murmuring amongst themselves. The usual pre-shift chatter filled the space—Kevin and Kim talking about some ridiculous viral video, Olinsky nursing his coffee, Jay leaning against a desk, arms crossed as he watched Hank.

Y/N stood beside Erin, arms folded, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. Her mind was still turning over Hank’s weird behavior from the night before. She hadn’t shaken the feeling that something was off.

Hank cleared his throat, and the room fell silent.

“Alright, listen up,” he said, stepping forward. “Since Ruzek’s on assignment, we’re bringing in a new detective. He’s got experience in both patrol and undercover work. Knows Chicago inside and out.”

Y/N tilted her head, frowning slightly. Knows Chicago inside and out?

Before she could dwell on it, the bullpen doors swung open.

And in walked Kenny Rixton.

Time stopped.

Y/N’s breath hitched in her throat, her body locking in place like she’d been frozen in time. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears, drowning out whatever Hank was saying.

Kenny. Kenny.

Her first love. The one who got away. The man she thought she’d never see again.

And now he was standing in front of her, looking damn near the same���but older, sharper, like the years had carved new edges into him. His dark eyes swept the room, lingering on her for a fraction of a second before he gave a small nod, unreadable as ever.

Beside her, Erin stiffened.

Shit.

Y/N didn’t even have to look at her to know she was watching closely, her detective instincts already putting the pieces together. Erin was the only one who knew about Kenny. She had been there, picking up the pieces when Y/N left for L.A., when the distance between her and Kenny became too much to bear.

“Detective Rixton, welcome to Intelligence,” Hank said gruffly. “You’ll be partnering with Y/N.”

Y/N finally blinked.

Partnering with—

Her stomach dropped.

Kenny’s gaze landed on her again, longer this time. She saw the flicker of something—recognition, hesitation, something else she couldn’t place.

Jay shifted beside her, arms still crossed, his expression unreadable but his jaw tight.

Great. Just great.

Hank finished his introductions, then dismissed the team to get ready for the case briefing.

Y/N barely heard anything else.

She needed air.

As the others dispersed, Erin grabbed her arm, voice low. “Are you okay?”

Y/N swallowed. Nodded. Lied. “Yeah.”

Erin didn’t believe her for a second.

Neither did Y/N.

Y/N stormed into her father’s office, shutting the door behind her with a little too much force. Hank barely looked up from the paperwork on his desk.

“Close the door a little harder next time,” he said dryly. “Think it’s still on its hinges.”

Y/N ignored the jab, planting both hands on his desk as she glared at him. “You knew.”

Hank sighed, finally setting his pen down. “Knew what?”

“Don’t play dumb,” she snapped. “You knew Kenny and I had history, and you still partnered me with him.”

Hank leaned back in his chair, studying her with that unreadable expression he always wore when he was waiting for someone to say something stupid.

“Didn’t realize I needed your approval to assign partners,” he said.

Y/N’s jaw clenched. “You don’t,” she admitted. “But you’ve never been okay with relationships in the unit. You gave me hell for Jay. But this? This is different.”

Hank exhaled through his nose. “You and Jay were messy. This isn’t that.”

Her stomach twisted. “So, what? That’s your reason? You just happened to bring in Kenny?”

Silence. A beat too long.

Y/N narrowed her eyes. “There it is. You’re hiding something.”

“I’m not hiding anything,” Hank said. “Kenny’s a damn good cop. His old unit left him out to dry, and I don’t let good cops get thrown away.”

She caught it then—the slight shift in his tone, the way his hands clasped together on the desk.

This wasn’t just about her.

It was about Kenny.

She swallowed, momentarily thrown. “What happened to his old unit?”

Hank’s jaw tightened. “That’s not your concern.”

“That’s bullshit,” she snapped. “You’re always on my ass about being aware of my team. If I’m working with him, I should know.”

Hank exhaled slowly, rubbing a hand over his jaw. He looked at her then—not as her Sergeant, but as her father.

“You’re working with Rixton,” he said. “That’s final.”

Y/N huffed, frustration burning through her. He wasn’t going to budge.

But this—this wasn’t over.

She shook her head, pushing off the desk. “Fine.”

Hank watched her head for the door.

“You’re a good detective, Y/N,” he said, voice softer. “Don’t let old ghosts cloud your judgment.”

She froze for half a second.

Then she walked out, slamming the door behind her.

The Intelligence Unit gathered around the whiteboard in the bullpen, the usual buzz of pre-case chatter fading as Hank grabbed a marker. Y/N stood beside Erin, arms crossed tightly, still feeling the residual frustration from her conversation with her father. Across the room, Kenny leaned against a desk, listening, his expression unreadable.

Jay was on the opposite side of the table, arms crossed, his gaze flickering toward Kenny every so often. Tension was already brewing, and they hadn’t even started the damn case yet.

Hank cleared his throat, and everyone turned their focus to the board as he wrote a name in bold letters: Tiana Reynolds, Age 17.

“This morning, patrol responded to a body found in an alley off 63rd and Harper,” Hank began. “Victim is Tiana Reynolds, seventeen years old. Reported missing three days ago.”

Kevin let out a quiet curse under his breath. “That’s my neighborhood.”

Hank gave a sharp nod, flipping a photo onto the board. It was Tiana—young, vibrant, full of life. A stark contrast to the crime scene photo clipped beside it, where she lay motionless in the alley, bruised and lifeless.

“Cause of death is still pending,” Hank continued. “But preliminary reports suggest signs of assault. This ain’t the first time something like this has happened in that area.”

Y/N straightened, her brows pulling together. “What do you mean?”

Hank flipped another set of photos onto the board—four more girls, all young, all Black, all found dead under similar circumstances.

“These cases go back over five years,” he said. “Different precincts, different detectives, no solid leads. Most of them were labeled as ‘runaways’ or ‘drug-related.’” His jaw tightened. “No one followed up.”

Y/N felt her stomach turn. She could already see where this was going.

“This isn’t just about Tiana,” she said. “We’ve got a serial.”

Hank nodded. “Looks like it.”

The room fell silent for a moment.

Kevin shook his head. “You’re telling me this many girls went missing, ended up dead, and nobody gave a damn?”

“Seems like it,” Hank said, his tone grim.

Y/N clenched her jaw, her frustration bubbling over. She knew how this worked. Girls like Tiana, girls from underprivileged neighborhoods, didn’t get the same attention. They were overlooked.

Not this time.

“What do we have to go on?” Erin asked, cutting through the heavy silence.

Antonio flipped through the file. “Tiana was last seen at a corner store near her house. No known enemies, no gang affiliation. Her mother reported her missing the night she didn’t come home.”

Kim scanned the report. “And the other girls?”

“Same pattern,” Hank said. “All vanished from the same general area. Found days later in alleys or abandoned buildings. Different precincts didn’t connect the dots. But we will.”

Y/N took a deep breath, locking eyes with Kevin. She could see the same fire in his gaze that was burning in hers.

“We need to talk to the families,” she said. “See if there’s any overlap in their routines, places they frequented. If the previous cops didn’t do their job, we start from scratch.”

Hank nodded. “Atwater, Burgess—talk to Tiana’s mom. Get everything you can. Halstead, Dawson—start running down priors in the area. See if any known predators match the pattern.”

Y/N waited, knowing what was coming next.

“Y/N” Hank said, and she braced herself. “You and Rixton hit the neighborhood. Talk to locals, see if anyone saw something. Maybe someone out there has been keeping their mouth shut.”

She stiffened. She should’ve seen it coming. Of course he was pairing her with Kenny.

She glanced at Kenny, who met her gaze with that same unreadable expression.

Hank clapped his hands together. “Alright, let’s get to work.”

The team broke off, moving toward their assignments. Y/N turned toward Erin, who raised an eyebrow.

“You good?” Erin asked, voice low.

Y/N exhaled sharply. “Yeah.” Another lie.

Erin smirked knowingly. “Sure.”

Before she could say anything else, Kenny stepped up beside Y/N, hands tucked into his pockets.

“Guess it’s you and me, huh?” His voice was calm, but there was an edge to it.

Y/N swallowed down the flood of emotions. Focus on the case.

“Looks like it,” she muttered. Then, without another word, she grabbed her coat and headed for the door.

Kenny followed.

The ride to 63rd and Harper was mostly quiet, save for the hum of the police radio and the occasional directions from the GPS. Y/N kept her focus on the road, hands gripping the wheel a little too tightly. She could feel Kenny watching her, but she wasn’t ready for that conversation—not here, not now.

“So,” Kenny finally spoke, breaking the silence. “Are we gonna talk about it?”

Y/N didn’t look at him. “Talk about what?”

Kenny scoffed, shifting in his seat. “You know what.”

She clenched her jaw, eyes locked on the street ahead. “We’re working a case, Rixton. That’s what we’re talking about.”

Kenny let out a dry chuckle, shaking his head. “Alright. Work first, then.”

They pulled up to a corner where a group of women stood outside a small bodega, watching them warily. Y/N recognized the look—distrust, suspicion, exhaustion. The cops had been here before, made promises, and never followed through.

She sighed, stepping out of the car. Kenny followed a beat later, his posture relaxed but attentive.

Y/N approached an older woman with salt-and-pepper braids, who stood near the entrance of the bodega, arms crossed. Her gaze flicked between Y/N and Kenny before settling on Y/N.

“You’re new,” the woman said.

“Detective Voight, CPD Intelligence,” Y/N introduced herself, flashing her badge. “This is my partner, Detective Rixton. We’re investigating what happened to Tiana Reynolds.”

The woman exhaled sharply, shaking her head. “And why should I believe y’all gonna do any better than the last ones?”

Y/N didn’t flinch. She had expected this. “Because I actually give a damn.”

The woman’s sharp gaze lingered on Y/N for a long moment before she finally nodded.

“Name’s Denise,” she said. “Been running this store for twenty years. I knew Tiana, knew her mama. This ain’t right, what happened to her.”

Kenny stepped forward. “Have you seen anything suspicious lately? People hanging around who don’t belong?”

Denise hesitated, then looked around as if checking for eavesdroppers.

“A few days before Tiana went missing, I saw a car I ain’t seen before,” she admitted. “Black sedan, tinted windows. Parked across the street for hours.”

Y/N frowned. “You get a plate?”

Denise shook her head. “Nah. But I know trouble when I see it.”

Kenny jotted down notes, glancing at Y/N. “Sounds like our guy was hunting.”

Y/N nodded. “If you see that car again, call me.” She handed Denise her card. “Doesn’t matter what time. Call me.”

Denise studied the card, then tucked it into her pocket. “You better not let this one get buried, Detective.”

Y/N met her eyes. “Not a chance.”

As they walked back to the car, Kenny finally broke the silence. “You handled that well.”

Y/N snorted. “You sound surprised.”

“I’m not,” Kenny said. “Just… I see why you came back.”

Y/N opened the car door but didn’t get in. She turned to him, arms crossed. “And why is that?”

Kenny leaned against the car, watching her. “Because you’re not the same girl who left.”

Y/N’s stomach twisted at his words, but before she could respond, her phone buzzed.

A message from Erin: New lead. Get back to the precinct.

She looked up at Kenny. “Looks like work’s not done yet.”

He gave a small nod, but his eyes lingered on her for just a second too long.

As they got back in the car and drove off, Y/N couldn’t shake the feeling that, for better or worse, Kenny Rixton wasn’t just a blast from the past—he was about to become a problem.

The bullpen was buzzing when Y/N and Kenny walked in. The rest of Intelligence was already gathered around the evidence board, Erin standing off to the side with her arms crossed. Jay was leaning over the table, flipping through files, his expression tense. Kevin stood next to him, shaking his head.

As soon as Y/N approached, Erin caught her eye and subtly tilted her head toward Jay. He's in a mood.

Y/N sighed. Great.

Hank stepped forward, gesturing toward the board. “We got a break. Patrol picked up a guy matching the description Denise gave—black sedan, tinted windows, loitering near the neighborhood. Uniforms pulled him in.”

Y/N scanned the board, her fingers tracing the photo of Tiana Reynolds. “Did we get a name?”

“Marcus Tate,” Antonio answered. “Minor priors—mostly petty theft, a few suspicious loitering charges. Nothing violent, but the timing lines up.”

“I want to talk to him,” Y/N said, grabbing a file.

Jay scoffed from the other side of the table. “That’s funny—I thought Rixton was your partner now.”

The room went still. The tension thickened like smoke.

Y/N shot Jay a look. “What’s your problem?”

Jay leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. “I don’t trust him.”

Kenny, standing just behind Y/N, chuckled under his breath. “Not my fault you got trust issues, Halstead.”

Jay’s eyes narrowed. “No, I got a problem with you.”

Kenny took a step forward. “Yeah? That supposed to scare me?”

Hank’s voice cut through the tension like a blade. “Enough.”

Both men stopped, but the hostility was still radiating off them.

“Halstead, Burgess—you two go check out Marcus Tate’s apartment, see if he’s got anything that ties him to our victims,” Hank ordered. “Y/N, Rixton—you take first crack at him in interrogation.”

Jay clenched his jaw but didn’t argue. He grabbed his jacket and stalked out with Kim close behind.

As Y/N turned toward the interrogation room, Kenny muttered under his breath, “Your ex has a real problem with me.”

Y/N gave him a dry look. “You don’t say.”

The interrogation room was dimly lit, a stark contrast to the bright bullpen outside. Marcus Tate sat at the metal table, his arms crossed, an unimpressed look on his face. He was in his early thirties, with a lean frame, a shaved head, and sharp eyes that flicked between Y/N and Kenny as they entered.

Y/N took the lead, setting a file down on the table with a quiet thud. “Marcus Tate.” She pulled out the chair across from him and sat down. “You know why you’re here?”

Marcus smirked, leaning back. “No, but I got a feelin’ you’re about to tell me.”

Kenny stayed standing, arms crossed, his presence looming just behind Y/N. “You were seen circling the same neighborhood where a teenage girl was murdered. You wanna explain why you were there?”

Marcus snorted. “Man, I don’t gotta explain where I go. Since when is drivin’ through the South Side a crime?”

Y/N tilted her head, studying him. “Since when do you just drive around? You were parked outside Denise Thompson’s house for two hours. You watching someone, Marcus?”

His smirk faded for a second before he recovered. “Nah. Just waiting on a friend.”

Y/N leaned forward. “What friend?”

Marcus licked his lips, shifting in his chair. “You know... a friend.”

Kenny let out a short laugh, stepping forward. “That’s funny, ‘cause we pulled your phone records. No calls, no texts. Just you, sitting in your car, watching a house where a witness to a murder happens to live.”

Marcus’ jaw tightened. “Man, y’all trippin’. I ain’t got nothin’ to do with no murder.”

Y/N opened the file and slid a photo across the table. A picture of Tiana Reynolds, their most recent victim. Her face frozen in time.

“This girl was found dead in an alley. Strangled. Left like trash,” Y/N said, her voice steady. “We know she’s not the first.”

Marcus looked away.

Y/N didn’t let up. “So you wanna keep playing dumb? Or you wanna tell me what the hell you were doing outside Denise Thompson’s house?”

Silence.

Kenny pulled out the chair beside Y/N and sat down, leveling Marcus with a look. “See, here’s the problem. We already know you’re dirty. Maybe not for murder—yet—but you’re into some bad shit, Marcus. We start digging, we’ll find something. So you got a choice: talk to us now, or wait until we build a case that buries you.”

Marcus exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “Man, I don’t know anything about those girls. But yeah, I was watching Denise.”

Y/N and Kenny exchanged a glance.

“Why?” Y/N pressed.

Marcus hesitated, then leaned forward, lowering his voice. “’Cause y’all are asking the wrong questions. It ain’t about who killed them girls. It’s about who let it happen.”

Y/N felt a chill run down her spine. “What does that mean?”

Marcus looked toward the mirror, then back at them. “Means you should be lookin’ at the cops that used to run that district.”

Silence stretched between them.

Kenny’s expression darkened. “Names.”

Marcus shook his head. “Not here.”

Y/N clenched her jaw. “Then where?”

Marcus glanced at the door. “Somewhere I know I won’t end up the next dead body.”

Y/N looked at Kenny, who gave her a small nod.

“Alright,” Y/N said. “Let’s take a ride.”

The ride was tense. Marcus sat in the backseat, shifting uncomfortably, eyes darting between the windows as if expecting someone to be tailing them. Y/N was behind the wheel, fingers tapping lightly against the steering wheel as she drove. Kenny sat in the passenger seat, one hand resting on his holster, watching Marcus in the rearview mirror.

“You look nervous,” Kenny commented.

Marcus scoffed, but there was an edge to it. “Yeah, well, y’all don’t know the people you’re messing with.”

Y/N tightened her grip on the wheel. “Then start talking.”

Marcus shook his head. “Not yet. Gotta be somewhere quiet.”

Y/N exchanged a look with Kenny, who gave her a barely perceptible nod. They weren’t going to take any chances with this guy.

Ten minutes later, she pulled into an abandoned lot just outside the city, near an old warehouse. It was quiet, isolated. The perfect spot for a conversation no one else needed to hear.

Kenny got out first, opening the back door. “Move.”

Marcus hesitated before stepping out, looking around warily. “Y’all sure no one followed?”

“If they did, we’d know,” Y/N said flatly. She wasn’t in the mood for games.

Marcus exhaled sharply, rubbing the back of his head. “Alright, listen. The girls—Tiana, the others—they weren’t just random victims. Someone was covering up their murders. And not just any someone—cops.”

Y/N felt her stomach twist. “Who?”

Marcus shook his head. “Not givin’ you names yet.”

Kenny’s expression darkened. “That’s not how this works.”

Marcus held up his hands. “Look, all I know is there was a group of ‘em—detectives, high-up people—who made sure cases like this went nowhere. The girls? They were easy targets. No families to fight for ‘em. No one to make noise. And when someone did make noise, they got shut down. Quick.”

Y/N’s jaw clenched. “Are you saying some of these cases were deliberately buried?”

Marcus nodded. “Yeah. And anyone who asked too many questions? They disappeared.”

Silence settled over them like a heavy fog.

Kenny took a step closer, eyes locked on Marcus. “You said you were watching Denise. Why?”

Marcus licked his lips, nervous. “Because she ain’t just a witness. She’s a survivor.”

Y/N felt her heart stop for a beat. “What?”

Marcus looked at her, serious now. “She got away. A year ago. But she ain’t ever talked about it.”

Y/N exchanged a look with Kenny. This changed everything.

“We need to get her to talk,” Y/N said.

Marcus hesitated. “If you do, you better protect her. ‘Cause the people who did this? They ain’t done yet.”

Y/N and Kenny drove back in tense silence, Marcus’s words hanging over them like a dark cloud. If what he said was true, they weren’t just dealing with a serial killer—they were up against cops who had buried the truth for years. Dirty cops. Cops who might still be walking free.

As Y/N pulled into the district parking lot, Kenny finally spoke.

“You believe him?”

She let out a slow breath, gripping the wheel. “I do.”

Kenny exhaled sharply. “Yeah. Me too.”

Y/N turned off the engine and glanced at him. “We can’t tell the whole team yet. Not until we know who we can trust.”

Kenny nodded. “Agreed. But Atwater needs to know. He’s been on this case with you since the beginning.”

Y/N hesitated for only a second before nodding. “Alright. Him and Erin.”

They stepped out of the car, and just as they entered the bullpen, Erin was already on her feet, arms crossed.

“Took you long enough,” she muttered, glancing between them. “What happened?”

Before Y/N could answer, Jay and Ruzek—who must’ve returned from their own assignments—walked over.

“You get anything out of Marcus?” Jay asked, arms crossed.

Y/N met his eyes, keeping her expression unreadable. “Yeah. We did.”

Jay frowned at her tone, but before he could press, Atwater joined them. “What’s up?”

Y/N ignored Jay for now and turned to Atwater. “We need to talk. You and Erin.”

Atwater picked up on the shift in her demeanor instantly. “Serious?”

“Very.”

Erin exchanged a glance with Kenny before nodding. “Let’s go.”

Jay took a step forward, but Kenny blocked him. “Not now, Halstead.”

Jay narrowed his eyes at Kenny but didn’t push further as Y/N led Atwater and Erin toward a quieter part of the office.

Once they were inside a conference room with the door closed, Y/N leaned against the table and exhaled. “Marcus told us there’s more to this.”

Erin and Atwater both frowned. “More?” Erin asked.

Y/N nodded. “These girls weren’t just murdered. Their cases were covered up. Intentionally.”

Atwater stiffened. “By who?”

“Dirty cops,” Kenny answered, arms crossed.

Erin swore under her breath. “That explains why their cases never went anywhere.”

Y/N’s expression was grim. “And that’s not even the worst part. Denise—the witness we pulled in—she’s not just a witness. She’s a survivor.”

Atwater’s jaw tightened. “She got away?”

Y/N nodded. “And she never talked about it. We need to get her to open up, but if we do, we have to protect her. Because if Marcus is right, the people who did this? They’re still out there.”

Silence fell over the room as the weight of it all settled in.

Erin exhaled sharply. “So what’s the plan?”

Y/N’s gaze hardened. “We find out who’s behind this. We get Denise to talk. And then we burn them all down.”

Kenny nodded. “I’m with you.”

Atwater clenched his jaw, his voice firm. “Me too.”

Erin sighed, shaking her head before looking up at them. “Hell, you know I’m in. But Hank’s gonna need to hear this.”

Y/N met Erin’s gaze, her father’s voice from earlier still ringing in her ears.

“He already knows.”

Erin blinked. “Wait, what?”

Y/N crossed her arms. “Hank knew about Kenny and me. And I think he knows more about why Kenny’s really here.”

Kenny gave Y/N a sharp look, but she didn’t back down.

Atwater’s brows furrowed. “You think Voight knew this was coming?”

Y/N exhaled. “I think he brought Kenny here for a reason.”

Silence stretched between them before Erin finally let out a low whistle. “Well, shit.”

Y/N didn’t waste any time. As soon as she left the conference room, she made a beeline for her father’s office. She could feel Kenny, Atwater, and Erin watching her go, but no one stopped her. They knew better.

She threw the door open without knocking.

Voight, who had been leaning over his desk reviewing paperwork, barely looked up. “You know, I have a door for a reason.”

Y/N ignored that. “How long have you known?”

Voight finally looked up, his expression unreadable. “Known what?”

“Don’t play dumb, Dad.” She stepped forward, bracing her hands on his desk. “Marcus Lewis told us these girls were murdered, and their cases were buried. By cops.”

Voight didn’t react, which told Y/N everything she needed to know.

She huffed out a bitter laugh. “You knew. You’ve known this whole damn time.”

Voight leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. “I had my suspicions.”

Y/N’s eyes narrowed. “And you didn’t think to tell me? Or Atwater? You just let us run in blind?”

Voight exhaled. “I needed proof first. And now, thanks to you and Kenny, we have it.”

Y/N’s jaw clenched. “This is why you brought him here, isn’t it? It wasn’t just to replace Ruzek.”

Voight nodded slightly. “Rixton’s been through this before. He knows what it’s like to be surrounded by dirty cops. I knew he’d recognize the signs. And I knew you’d get to the truth.”

Y/N shook her head. “So, what now?”

Voight stood up, coming around the desk to stand in front of her. “Now, we do what we do best. We take these bastards down.”

Y/N held his gaze, searching for any hesitation, any sign that he wasn’t fully in this. But there was nothing.

Finally, she nodded. “Good.”

She turned to leave, but Voight’s voice stopped her.

“Y/N.”

She glanced back.

“You and Rixton… you good?”

She clenched her jaw. “Does it matter?”

Voight gave her a look. “If it’s gonna mess with how you do your job? Yeah, it matters.”

Y/N hesitated, but then she squared her shoulders. “We’re fine.”

Voight studied her for a moment before nodding. “Good. Because you’re gonna need him for this.”

Y/N didn’t respond. She just walked out, her mind already spinning with what was coming next.

The bullpen buzzed with tension as Y/N stepped out of Voight’s office. Erin was already at her desk, pretending not to be waiting, but Y/N knew better. She shot her a look, but before Erin could ask, Voight emerged behind her.

“All right, listen up!” Voight called out, immediately commanding attention. “We’ve got enough to move forward. Atwater, Y/N—you two made the connection. These girls were targeted, and CPD buried it. We’re not letting that happen again.”

Y/N and Atwater exchanged a look, a silent agreement passing between them. This was personal.

Voight continued. “We’ve got two names: Officer Carl Duncan and Detective Brent Holloway. Duncan was the first responder on most of these cases, and Holloway was the lead detective—except he never closed a single one. We bring them both in.”

Atwater’s jaw clenched. “You think they’ll talk?”

Voight smirked. “No. But I think they’ll be real motivated once we start turning over every rock they thought they buried this under.”

“Which one do you want first?” Y/N asked.

Voight looked at her, then at Kenny. “You and Rixton take Holloway. Lindsay, Burgess—you’re with me on Duncan.”

Y/N tensed slightly but didn’t argue. She could feel Jay’s eyes on her, watching the silent exchange. If he had something to say about her and Kenny partnering up, he kept it to himself.

Kenny grabbed his coat. “Let’s roll.”

Y/N didn’t respond. She just followed, her mind already focused on the takedown.

The ride to Holloway’s last known address was tense, filled with silence that felt heavier than the case itself. Y/N kept her focus on the road, gripping the steering wheel tighter than necessary. She could feel Kenny’s eyes on her, but he didn’t say anything—at least not at first.

“You gonna keep ignoring me the whole time?” he finally asked, his voice even but laced with something else.

Y/N didn’t take her eyes off the road. “I’m not ignoring you.”

Kenny huffed a quiet laugh. “Sure as hell feels like it.”

She exhaled through her nose, debating whether to entertain this conversation. She didn’t want distractions. Not now.

So, she changed the subject. “Holloway’s been off the grid since he retired. If he thinks someone’s coming for him, he’ll run.”

Kenny caught the deflection but didn’t push. “Then we make sure he doesn’t see us coming.”

Y/N pulled up two blocks from the address, killing the engine. “If he’s dirty, he’s armed.”

Kenny smirked. “You saying we need backup?”

Y/N met his eyes for the first time since they left the district. “I’m saying we need to be smart.”

Kenny nodded, shifting into work mode. “Let’s do this.”

They exited the car, moving in sync as they approached the run-down house. Y/N took point, knocking on the door with enough force to make it clear this wasn’t a social visit.

No answer.

Kenny tried the side window. “No movement inside.”

Y/N stepped back, scanning the street. Something felt off. “He’s not here.”

Kenny’s phone buzzed. He glanced down. “Voight’s got Duncan in custody. Holloway must’ve heard.”

Y/N clenched her jaw. “Then we need to find him before he disappears for good.”

She turned back toward the car, already pulling out her phone. “I’ll put out a BOLO. We’ll check his usual haunts.”

Kenny followed her, watching her closely. “You always work this hard, or is this personal?”

Y/N paused, her hand on the car door. “These girls deserved justice. If that makes it personal, then yeah.”

Kenny studied her for a moment before nodding. “Then let’s get to work.”

As they drove off, neither of them noticed the unmarked car parked a block away—its driver watching them with careful interest.

The BOLO paid off faster than expected. A patrol unit spotted Holloway’s car outside a dive bar near the South Side, but by the time Y/N and Kenny arrived, the bartender said he had already left through the back.

Y/N’s pulse kicked up as she scanned the dimly lit alley behind the bar. The smell of stale beer and garbage filled the air, but all she cared about was finding Holloway before he slipped through their fingers.

Kenny crouched near a pile of discarded cigarette butts, brushing his fingers over the damp ground. “Fresh. He was just here.”

Y/N’s radio crackled to life. “Patrol spotted him heading west on foot. Dark hoodie, blue jeans.”

She didn’t wait. She bolted.

Kenny cursed but took off right behind her.

Holloway must’ve heard them coming because he picked up speed, weaving through alleys and cutting through an abandoned lot. He was fast for a retired cop, but Y/N was faster.

“CPD! Stop!” she yelled, but he didn’t.

She pushed harder, her adrenaline spiking as she closed the distance. Kenny flanked to the right, cutting off Holloway’s escape route.

Seeing no way out, Holloway made a desperate move—scaling a rusted fence.

Y/N didn’t hesitate. She launched herself after him, gripping the metal just as he dropped to the other side.

Kenny landed beside her a second later, gun drawn. “Don’t make this harder, Holloway!”

Holloway turned, panting, hands half-raised. “You have no idea what you’re messing with.”

Y/N stepped closer, her own weapon steady. “Try me.”

For a moment, she thought he might fight. But then he saw the determination in her eyes and Kenny’s unwavering stance. With a muttered curse, he dropped to his knees, hands behind his head.

Kenny moved in to cuff him. “Smart choice.”

Y/N exhaled, shoving down the rush of adrenaline. The job wasn’t done yet. Not even close.

She exchanged a glance with Kenny. He gave her a small nod—one of understanding. They were far from figuring everything out, but at least they weren’t losing this bastard today.

Back at the district, Holloway sat in the interrogation room, looking smug despite the cuffs around his wrists. He leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, like this was just another day at the office.

Y/N stood on the other side of the two-way mirror, watching him like a hawk. Kenny stood beside her, arms folded.

“He’s too comfortable,” Kenny muttered. “He thinks he’s getting out of this.”

Y/N exhaled sharply. “Not on my watch.”

She turned and walked into the interrogation room, shutting the door behind her. Kenny followed, taking his spot across from Holloway, standing while Y/N pulled out the chair and sat down.

Holloway smirked. “Detective Voight. I remember when you were just a rookie.” His eyes flicked to Kenny. “And you… Last I heard, your own unit left you for dead.”

Kenny’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t take the bait.

Y/N leaned forward, her voice even. “Let’s skip the pleasantries, Holloway. We have you tied to Duncan, and we know about the girls.”

Holloway scoffed. “Girls? You mean the ones the department swept under the rug years ago? You think this is new?” He shook his head. “You have no idea how deep this goes.”

Y/N’s grip on the file in her hand tightened. “Then why don’t you enlighten us?”

Holloway chuckled, but there was no humor in it. “You think I’m gonna give you a list of names? This isn’t some after-school special, Detective. If I talk, I’m dead.”

Kenny slammed his hands on the table, making Holloway flinch. “You’re already done, Holloway. Your best bet is cutting a deal before we bury you in this case.”

Holloway eyed him, weighing his options. Then he leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. “You’re looking in the wrong place. Duncan was just a pawn. The real players are still out there.”

Y/N’s stomach turned. “Then give us a name.”

For the first time, Holloway hesitated.

Y/N and Kenny exchanged a glance. He knew something.

And they weren’t leaving this room without it.

Holloway’s smirk faltered, his fingers twitching against the cold metal of his cuffs. Y/N could see the war waging in his mind—self-preservation battling whatever sliver of conscience he had left.

“You don’t get it,” he muttered, shaking his head. “There’s no deal that’ll save me. If I talk, I’m a dead man.”

Y/N leaned forward, eyes locked onto his. “You’re already a dead man, Holloway. The only question is if you go down alone, or if you take the real monsters with you.”

Kenny folded his arms, voice sharp. “You’re scared of the wrong people. You think they’ll protect you? They left Duncan out to dry. You’re next.”

Holloway exhaled through his nose, looking down at his hands. The silence stretched, thick and heavy.

Then, finally—

“His name is Mason Cade.”

Y/N’s spine went rigid.

Cade. A former homicide detective turned private security consultant, rumored to have deep connections with Chicago’s elite. A man whose name had come up in off-the-record whispers but never in anything solid.

Holloway’s gaze flicked to the two-way mirror. “You didn’t hear it from me.”

Y/N pushed back from the table, her heartbeat slamming against her ribs. She didn’t know what she expected Holloway to say, but Cade’s name changed everything.

Kenny caught her arm as they left the interrogation room, his voice low. “You know who he is.”

“Yeah,” Y/N murmured, her pulse racing. “And if Holloway’s telling the truth, we just stepped into something bigger than we ever imagined.”

The bullpen was buzzing when Y/N and Kenny walked in. Erin, Olinsky, Atwater, Burgess, and Antonio were gathered around Hank’s desk, tension crackling in the air. Jay stood slightly apart from the group, arms crossed, watching Y/N a little too closely.

Hank looked up, his sharp gaze zeroing in on her. “You get something?”

Y/N exhaled, dropping the file onto his desk. “Yeah. A name.”

She could feel the weight of everyone’s attention as she spoke the words that shifted everything:

“Mason Cade.”

A beat of silence. Then—

“Son of a bitch,” Olinsky muttered.

Antonio ran a hand down his face. “You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

Erin’s eyes darted to Y/N, worry flickering in them. “Cade’s untouchable.”

Y/N met her gaze, steady. “So was Duncan. Until he wasn’t.”

Jay scoffed, shaking his head. “You really believe Holloway? He’d say anything to save his own ass.”

Kenny, who had been quiet until now, took a step forward. “Holloway was scared. He knows Cade will have him killed. And if Cade’s involved, it means this goes higher than we thought.”

Hank leaned back in his chair, studying them both. Then he nodded once, his voice firm. “Alright. We don’t move on Cade yet. We dig first—find his connections, his weaknesses. If he’s as powerful as we think, we can’t afford to get sloppy.”

Atwater frowned. “And what if he knows we’re looking at him?”

Hank’s jaw tightened. “Then we make damn sure we hit first.”

The room was tense, but Y/N felt the shift. The team was in. They had a new target.

And no one—not even Mason Cade—was untouchable forever.

The team split up quickly, each assigned a piece of the puzzle. Antonio and Olinsky were chasing old homicide files linked to Cade, while Erin and Atwater were tapping into their CI network. Burgess dug into his finances. Jay—despite his clear distaste for the case—was running surveillance logs.

Y/N and Kenny were at their desks, combing through every recorded mention of Mason Cade in CPD’s database. Y/N’s fingers moved fast over the keyboard, but her mind was racing faster. Cade wasn’t just some dirty cop-turned-security consultant. His name had been whispered in corruption cases, but nothing ever stuck.

Until now.

“Got something,” Kenny muttered, leaning toward her screen.

A grainy security camera still popped up on the monitor. A woman in her late twenties, dark hoodie, face partially hidden, standing outside a high-end club in River North. The time stamp was three nights ago.

“Who is she?” Y/N asked.

Kenny clicked to the next image—same woman, but this time a man stood beside her.

Mason Cade.

Y/N’s stomach clenched. “She’s our connection. If we find her, we might be able to get to him.”

Kenny nodded. “Problem is, no name, no ID. She’s a ghost.”

Y/N studied the image. Something about her posture, the way she was angled away from Cade, caught her attention. “She doesn’t trust him.”

“Or she’s scared of him.”

Y/N’s phone buzzed. A text from Erin: Meet me at Trudy’s. I’ve got something.

Y/N glanced at Kenny. “Looks like we’re heading to the district.”

Y/N and Kenny walked into the district, heading straight for the front desk where Trudy Platt stood, arms crossed, waiting for them. Erin was already there, leaning casually against the counter, but Y/N knew that look—whatever she had, it was big.

Trudy wasted no time. “You two are looking for a woman, right? A mystery lady hanging around Cade?”

Y/N nodded. “You got something?”

Trudy smirked. “Of course I do. You think I don’t keep an ear to the ground?” She pulled out a folder and slid it across the desk. “Meet Sienna Torres—former CI for Vice, disappeared off the radar a year ago. Word is, she was close to Cade’s inner circle but got scared and ran.”

Y/N flipped through the file. The photo matched the woman in the security footage. “Why was Vice using her?”

“She was Cade’s personal problem solver,” Erin said, her voice grim. “She knew things—who he paid off, who disappeared because of him. But then, she went dark.”

Kenny frowned. “And now she’s back?”

Trudy nodded. “Question is, is she running from Cade, or straight into his arms?”

Y/N’s gut told her it was the former. “We need to find her before he does.”

Erin smirked. “Already ahead of you. I pulled her last known address. Let’s go knock on some doors.”

Y/N, Kenny, and Erin sped through Chicago’s streets, heading toward the last known address Trudy had dug up. The neighborhood was rough—run-down apartment buildings, broken streetlights, and the occasional set of eyes watching from behind curtains.

They parked down the block, keeping a low profile as they approached the building.

“You think she’s still here?” Kenny asked, scanning the area.

“If she is, she won’t be for long,” Erin muttered. “Cade’s got eyes everywhere.”

Y/N led the way, climbing the cracked steps to the third floor. Apartment 3C. The door looked untouched, no sign of forced entry. That could be a good thing—or a very bad one.

She knocked. “Sienna Torres? CPD, open up.”

No response.

Kenny exchanged a look with Y/N before he knocked harder. “Sienna, we just want to talk.”

Still nothing.

Erin sighed. “Guess we’re doing this the hard way.”

She reached for her lock-picking kit, but just as she crouched down—

A rustle. A shadow moving behind the peephole.

Y/N’s instincts kicked in. “Sienna, we know you’re in there. We’re not here to arrest you. We know about Cade.”

Silence. Then—

A deadbolt clicked. The door creaked open just an inch, revealing a terrified pair of brown eyes.

“You shouldn’t be here,” Sienna whispered, barely audible. “He’ll know.”

Kenny softened his tone. “We can protect you. But you need to tell us what you know.”

Sienna hesitated, glancing over her shoulder like she expected someone to burst in. “It’s too late,” she whispered. “You don’t understand—he’s already—”

A car screeched outside.

Then—gunfire.

The windows shattered as bullets tore through the apartment.

“DOWN!” Y/N shouted, tackling Sienna as she heard Erin and Kenny hitting the floor behind her.

More shots. Tires screeching. And then—silence.

Y/N’s heart pounded as she lifted her head. Sienna was shaking in her arms, her face pale.

“They found me,” she whispered. “Cade knows I talked.”

Y/N exchanged a look with Kenny and Erin.

This just got a hell of a lot more complicated.

The safe house was a modest, nondescript apartment that Intelligence used for high-risk witnesses. It wasn’t fancy, but it had reinforced locks, security cameras, and—most importantly—distance from Cade’s reach.

Sienna sat on the couch, still shaking from the attack. Erin handed her a glass of water while Y/N and Kenny stood near the window, watching for any sign that they’d been followed.

“She’s lucky we got to her in time,” Kenny muttered.

Y/N crossed her arms. “We’re all lucky. That could’ve gone south real fast.”

Sienna’s voice was hoarse. “It doesn’t matter. He’ll find me. He always does.”

Erin crouched in front of her, leveling her with a serious look. “Not this time. We’re gonna take him down. But we need everything you know.”

Sienna hesitated. Then, she exhaled sharply, gripping the glass tighter. “Cade isn’t just running drugs and girls. He’s got people inside CPD—cops feeding him intel. That’s how he always stays ahead.”

Y/N’s jaw clenched. “Names.”

“I don’t have them all, but I know one for sure.” Sienna looked up, fear in her eyes. “Detective Nate Collier.”

Silence fell over the room.

Erin’s expression darkened. “Collier? He works Organized Crime.”

Kenny cursed under his breath. “That’s how Cade knew where to find her.”

Y/N was already pulling out her phone. “We need to loop Voight in. If Collier’s dirty, this goes deeper than we thought.”

Before she could dial, Sienna grabbed her wrist, her grip surprisingly strong. “You can’t trust anyone. If Collier’s involved, there could be more. Cade’s reach is everywhere.”

Y/N locked eyes with her. “You can trust us.”

Sienna studied her for a long moment before nodding. “Okay.”

Y/N turned to Kenny and Erin. “We need to move fast. If Cade knows we have her, he won’t stop coming.”

Erin stood. “Then let’s make sure the next time he tries, we’re ready for him.”

Back at the district, Voight sat behind his desk, his fingers steepled as he listened to Y/N, Kenny, and Erin lay it all out. The safe house attack. Sienna’s confession. Collier’s name.

When they finished, he leaned back in his chair, exhaling through his nose. His expression was unreadable—dangerous.

“Collier.” His voice was low, a storm brewing beneath the surface. “I always had a bad feeling about that son of a bitch.”

Y/N crossed her arms. “Then let’s take him down.”

Voight tilted his head. “And how do you suggest we do that? He’s not some street dealer we can just knock around for information. He’s CPD.”

Kenny stepped forward. “Sienna says Cade has people everywhere. Collier’s just the one we know about. We need to make sure we’re not walking into something bigger.”

Erin nodded. “We can’t make a move without proof. If we come at Collier without hard evidence, he’ll bury us first.”

Voight considered them for a long moment. Then he stood, bracing his hands on the desk. “Alright. We play this smart. We play it dirty.”

Y/N smirked. “What’s the plan, Sarge?”

Voight glanced at Kenny. “You still got contacts in Organized Crime?”

Kenny hesitated before nodding. “A few.”

“Good. Use them. See if anyone’s talking about Cade, Collier, or dirty cops.”

He turned to Erin. “You and Atwater work the wire. If Cade’s got an inside guy, we need a name.”

Finally, Voight looked at Y/N. “You and me? We’re gonna have a little chat with Collier. See if we can’t make him sweat.”

Y/N raised a brow. “You sure he won’t see it coming?”

Voight smirked, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “Oh, he’ll see it coming. He just won’t be able to stop it.”

The air in the Organized Crime unit was thick with tension as Voight and Y/N walked in. Detectives glanced their way, sensing the storm brewing. Collier was at his desk, leaning back in his chair, flipping through a file like he didn’t have a care in the world.

Y/N kept her face unreadable, but inside, she was itching to knock that smug expression off his face.

Voight didn’t bother with pleasantries. “Collier. My office. Now.”

The room went silent. Collier glanced up lazily, barely hiding his smirk. “Something I can do for you, Sarge?”

Voight’s voice didn’t rise, but the weight behind it was undeniable. “Didn’t ask, Collier. Move.”

Collier hesitated, but something in Voight’s stare made him get up and follow. Y/N trailed behind, feeling every eye in the room on them.

Once inside, Voight shut the door with a quiet click. The silence stretched, heavy and suffocating. Collier leaned against the wall, crossing his arms.

“Gotta say, I’m flattered,” he said with a smirk. “What’s this about?”

Y/N stepped forward, her expression cold. “You tell me. How long you been in bed with Cade?”

Collier scoffed, shaking his head. “You’re reaching, Voight.”

Voight tilted his head, voice deadly calm. “See, I don’t think we are. I think you’ve been real cozy with Cade for a while. Feeding him intel. Making sure he stays one step ahead.”

Collier let out a short laugh. “You have nothing.”

Y/N smirked. “Not yet.”

Voight stepped closer, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “Thing is, I don’t need a confession. I just need to make your life hell. And trust me, Collier, I can do that real easy.”

Collier’s jaw twitched, but he didn’t crack. Not yet.

Y/N took a step forward. “Here’s the thing. Cade’s slipping. And when he does, you’ll be the first one he throws under the bus.”

Collier’s smirk wavered.

Voight caught it and leaned in. “You’ve got two choices. You give us something now, or you wait until Cade sells you out, and then you’ll be stuck with me—and a prison sentence.”

The silence stretched.

Collier licked his lips, shifting on his feet. For the first time, doubt flickered in his eyes.

Finally, he exhaled sharply. “Alright… maybe I know something.”

Y/N shared a quick glance with Voight before leaning in. “Then start talking.”

Collier ran a hand over his face, the weight of the situation finally settling on his shoulders. He wasn’t invincible—not against Voight, not against Cade. If he didn’t choose a side now, he’d be crushed between them.

He exhaled sharply. “Cade’s bigger than you think.”

Y/N crossed her arms. “Enlighten us.”

Collier hesitated, glancing at the door like someone might be listening. Voight followed his gaze and let out a dry chuckle. “You think I’d let anyone overhear this conversation? Start talking.”

Collier sighed. “Cade’s not just some trafficker. He’s got connections—higher-ups, people covering for him.” His jaw clenched. “I was just supposed to pass along info. Keep him ahead of investigations. I didn’t know how deep it ran at first.”

Y/N narrowed her eyes. “But you still took the deal.”

Collier didn’t deny it. “Yeah. And when I tried to back out? That’s when shit got bad. Cade doesn’t let people walk away.”

Voight tilted his head. “Which means he’s got something on you. What is it?”

Collier let out a bitter laugh. “Same thing he’s got on half the guys who work with him—money, blackmail, threats. You think I’m the only one? Cade’s got half the city in his pocket.”

Y/N’s stomach twisted. “Names.”

Collier hesitated again. But then he saw Voight’s expression—no patience, no mercy. He swallowed hard.

“Detective Harris in Vice. Lieutenant Garcia in Narcotics. A few guys from Organized Crime. And…” he exhaled sharply. “I’m pretty sure there’s a judge in his pocket too.”

Y/N exchanged a look with Voight. This was worse than they thought. Cade wasn’t just running a trafficking ring—he was protected.

Voight’s expression was unreadable, but Y/N could tell he was already planning their next move. Finally, he leaned in, his voice low and lethal.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen. You’re gonna give us everything. Documents, phone records, meetings. And in return?” He smirked. “I’ll make sure Cade goes down before he can touch you.”

Collier swallowed. He knew better than to doubt Voight’s word. “Fine.”

Y/N took a step forward. “And if you so much as think about screwing us over, Collier—”

“Yeah, yeah,” he muttered. “You’ll bury me.”

Y/N tilted her head. “Exactly.”

Collier sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “I’ll get you what I have. But you better move fast. Cade’s already getting paranoid.”

Voight stood, signaling the end of the conversation. “Then we make sure we’re one step ahead.”

As they walked out, Y/N glanced at Voight. “This just got a whole lot bigger.”

Voight’s expression was grim. “Then we bring the whole damn house down.”

Back at the district, the tension was palpable. The team had gathered in the bullpen, their usual banter replaced with a heavy silence. Collier’s confession changed everything—this wasn’t just about taking down Cade. It was about exposing an entire network of corruption.

Y/N stood near the board, pinning up new evidence. Photos, names, connections—everything Collier had given them. Erin leaned against the desk, arms crossed, while Atwater and Burgess studied the mess unfolding before them.

Jay sat at his desk, barely masking his frustration. “So what’s the plan? We just start knocking on doors and hope Cade doesn’t see it coming?”

Voight stepped into the room, hands on his hips. “We do this smart. Collier’s already a liability to Cade, which means he’s got a target on his back. We keep him in protective custody.”

Antonio nodded. “And Cade’s got cops in his pocket. We can’t trust anyone outside this room.”

Olinsky, quiet as always, finally spoke up. “We need leverage. Something that ties Cade directly to the higher-ups covering for him.”

Y/N exhaled sharply. “Collier said there’s a judge on Cade’s payroll. That’s our way in.” She glanced at Voight. “We find out who it is, we flip them, and we start pulling the whole damn thing apart.”

Voight smirked. “That’s what I like to hear.”

Kim turned to Erin. “What about Cade’s operations? We have a location?”

Erin nodded. “Collier mentioned a warehouse in South Shore. Cade moves his shipments through there—girls, drugs, weapons.” She glanced at Y/N. “It’s gonna be heavily guarded.”

Jay scoffed. “Of course it is. It’s Cade.”

Voight looked at his team, his expression unreadable. “We hit the warehouse first. We take down Cade’s operation, cut off his supply chain. Then we move up the ladder.”

Kevin cracked his knuckles. “So when do we start?”

Voight smirked. “Tonight.”

The team exchanged glances. No backing down now.

Kenny, who had been silent for most of the meeting, finally spoke up, his voice low. “You sure you want to be in the middle of this?” His eyes met Y/N’s, and there was something unreadable in his gaze.

Y/N didn’t hesitate. “I wouldn’t be anywhere else.”

Erin looked between them, sensing the tension, but kept quiet.

Voight clapped his hands together. “Gear up. We move in two hours.”

As the team dispersed, Y/N lingered by the evidence board, staring at Cade’s face. She felt Kenny step up beside her.

“You okay?” he asked quietly.

Y/N exhaled, still focused on the board. “I will be when this is over.”

Kenny nodded. “Then let’s end it.”

A beat passed between them before Y/N finally looked at him. “Yeah. Let’s go.”

The team rolled up to the South Shore warehouse in three unmarked SUVs, headlights off, engines humming low. The building loomed ahead, a concrete beast with rusted metal doors and faint light flickering from inside.

Y/N sat in the passenger seat of the lead vehicle, her grip tight on her rifle. Beside her, Kenny checked his own weapon, his jaw set in concentration.

Voight’s voice came through the comms. “We go in quiet, take out the lookouts, and move fast. No one makes a call to Cade.”

Jay and Kevin slipped around the side of the building, cutting through the shadows. Erin and Burgess flanked the opposite end. Antonio and Olinsky covered the back.

Y/N and Kenny followed Voight up the front steps, crouching low as Voight peeked through a crack in the warehouse door. Inside, the place was alive—men loading crates into trucks, others standing guard, weapons slung over their shoulders.

Kenny exhaled, whispering, “At least a dozen.”

Y/N tapped her earpiece. “Warehouse is active. Multiple armed suspects.”

Voight gave the silent signal. Go.

In a swift, coordinated attack, Intelligence breached.

Kevin took out the first lookout with a clean chokehold. Erin dropped another with her silencer. Burgess and Jay stormed in from the side entrance, sweeping left while Antonio and Olinsky covered the right.

Then—chaos.

A guard spotted them and fired. The muzzle flash lit up the dark, and the warehouse erupted in gunfire.

Y/N ducked behind a crate, returning fire. Kenny was right beside her, his movements sharp and controlled. He took down one of Cade’s men, covering Y/N as she pushed forward.

“Move!” Kenny shouted as a round pinged off the metal near them.

Y/N sprinted toward the trucks, spotting a man reaching for his radio. No way in hell. She dropped him with two quick shots to the chest.

Jay and Atwater fought their way toward the loading docks. Erin took out a runner, tackling him before he could escape.

Near the back, Olinsky and Antonio dragged a struggling suspect to the ground. “You’re not going anywhere,” Antonio gritted.

Cade’s operation was crumbling.

Voight grabbed the last gunman, slamming him against the wall. “Where’s Cade?”

The guy spat blood, smirking. “You’re too late.”

BOOM.

An explosion rocked the building. Flames erupted from the far end—one of the trucks had been rigged.

“Shit!” Y/N shielded her face as debris rained down.

“Out! Everyone out!” Voight barked.

The team scrambled, dragging prisoners as the fire spread. Outside, the air was thick with smoke.

Y/N coughed, turning to Kenny. “You good?”

He nodded, breathless. “Yeah. You?”

Before she could answer, Voight stormed over. “Cade wasn’t here. This was a damn decoy.”

Erin cursed under her breath. “Then where the hell is he?”

Jay kicked a crate in frustration. “We just lost our shot at taking him down.”

Y/N clenched her fists. No. Not yet.

She turned to Voight. “Cade wouldn’t burn this place unless he was moving his entire operation. If we move fast, we can track him.”

Voight studied her, then nodded. “Then let’s move.”

The warehouse fire still raged behind them, sirens wailing in the distance as Intelligence regrouped near the SUVs. The air smelled of burning rubber and gasoline, but Y/N wasn’t focused on that—her mind was locked on Cade.

He was running.

He was desperate.

And that meant he was going to slip up.

“We lost his guys, but Cade won’t go far,” Kenny said, his voice low beside her.

Y/N exhaled sharply. “He’s cutting his losses. He’ll be looking for an exit—either by road or air.”

Voight’s phone buzzed. He answered, listening for a moment before turning to the team. “Trudy just got a hit—Cade’s guys rented a small jet out of Midway an hour ago. They’re fueling up now.”

“That’s our window,” Antonio said.

Voight nodded. “We move now. No screw-ups.”

The team split up into two SUVs, tires screeching against the pavement as they sped toward Midway Airport. The night blurred past—red lights ignored, sirens off, engines roaring.

Inside the car, Y/N’s knee bounced. She felt Kenny’s eyes on her.

“You’re doing that thing again,” he said.

“What thing?” she muttered, gripping the steering wheel tighter.

“The one where you’re two seconds from jumping out of the car and taking him down yourself.”

Y/N smirked, though it didn’t reach her eyes. “Not my fault you’re slow.”

Kenny scoffed. “Yeah? Bet I get to Cade first.”

She glanced at him. He was smiling—just a little—but there was something serious in his gaze. Something that told her he was thinking about more than just the case.

The past still hung between them, unspoken but heavy.

But now wasn’t the time.

Midway Airport came into view. The runway lights glowed in the distance, and Y/N spotted the private jet in question—sleek, black, and being prepped for takeoff.

Voight’s voice came through the comms. “We stop that plane at all costs.”

Y/N and Kenny locked eyes.

Game on.

The SUVs skidded to a stop near the private hangar, doors flying open as Intelligence rushed out, weapons drawn. The tarmac was loud—jet engines humming, wind whipping through the open space—but all Y/N heard was her heartbeat, fast and steady.

Cade was already halfway up the stairs of the private jet, his expensive suit wrinkled, his movements frantic. Two of his men stood at the base of the stairs, armed, but they hesitated the moment they saw Intelligence moving in.

“CPD! DROP YOUR WEAPONS!” Voight’s voice boomed over the chaos.

The first guy twitched—rookie mistake. Before he could even lift his gun, Kevin put him down with a clean shot to the shoulder. The second one made a run for it but didn’t get far before Antonio tackled him to the ground.

Y/N ignored them. Her eyes were locked on Cade.

He turned at the top of the stairs, meeting her gaze. A slow, mocking smirk spread across his face.

Cocky bastard.

“I’d rethink that flight plan if I were you,” she called up to him, taking a step closer.

Cade chuckled, adjusting his cuffs. “Come on, Detective. We both know you don’t have enough to hold me.”

Y/N scoffed, tilting her head. “See, that’s where you’re wrong. We got you on multiple murders, human trafficking, and obstruction. And that’s just for starters.”

Kenny stepped up beside her, gun trained on Cade. “You should really listen to her.”

Cade’s smirk faltered—just for a second—before he straightened up. “You don’t have proof.”

“Oh, but we do,” Erin chimed in, holding up her phone. “Your little business partner? He flipped. Gave us everything we needed.”

Cade’s jaw clenched.

“You’re done,” Y/N said, voice steady. “Step down.”

For a moment, she thought he might do something stupid. He shifted his weight, glancing back toward the jet like he was still considering running.

Big mistake.

Before he could move, Y/N was up the stairs in three quick strides. She grabbed him by the front of his suit and yanked him down the steps, slamming him against the metal railing. He grunted in pain as she twisted his arm behind his back and slapped the cuffs on him.

“You’re under arrest,” she hissed into his ear.

Cade turned his head slightly, his smirk back in place despite the situation. “You always did play rough, Voight.”

Y/N shoved him forward. “Get used to it.”

Behind her, Kenny let out a low chuckle. “That was kinda hot.”

Y/N shot him a glare, but there was no missing the amusement in his eyes.

“Shut up and help me get him in the car.”

As they led Cade away, Voight watched them with a knowing look. Erin, standing beside him, let out a breath.

“You think she’s okay?” Erin asked, nodding toward Y/N.

Voight hummed. “She’s handling it.”

But Erin wasn’t just talking about the case. She could see it—the way Y/N and Kenny moved together, the lingering tension between them.

And something told her this was far from over.

The bullpen was quieter than usual. The adrenaline from the takedown had worn off, leaving only exhaustion in its wake. Cade was processed, booked, and locked up where he belonged. The case was closed.

But Y/N couldn’t shake the weight in her chest.

She stood by her desk, flipping through the final case file, pretending she wasn’t hyperaware of Kenny standing a few feet away. The team was still around—Antonio was finishing paperwork, Kim and Kevin were laughing about something, Jay was sulking at his desk, and Erin was watching her like a damn hawk.

Y/N sighed, shutting the folder with a sharp snap.

“Hey.”

Kenny’s voice was lower than usual, quieter, like he was testing the waters. Y/N glanced up at him.

“Hey.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, hesitant. “You good?”

Loaded question.

She wanted to say yes, that everything was fine. That wrapping up the case meant she could breathe again, that standing next to him didn’t feel like peeling open an old wound.

But she wasn’t a liar.

“I don’t know,” she admitted.

Kenny nodded, exhaling like he’d been expecting that answer. He took a step closer, voice dropping so only she could hear.

“You wanna talk?”

Y/N glanced around. The others were distracted, but not oblivious. And she wasn’t about to have this conversation in the middle of the bullpen.

So, instead of answering, she grabbed her jacket and walked toward the locker room. She didn’t check to see if he was following. She knew he would.

The door clicked shut behind him, sealing them in with the dim lighting and too many unspoken words.

Kenny leaned against the row of lockers, arms crossed, waiting.

Y/N let out a slow breath, fingers trailing over the edge of the bench before she finally sat down. “You said something earlier.”

He nodded. “I did.”

She swallowed, staring at the floor. “You said you made a mistake letting me go.”

Silence. Then—

“I did.”

Her eyes snapped up, meeting his.

Kenny’s expression was unreadable, but his voice was steady, certain. “I let you walk away. I let you believe that our careers mattered more than us.” He exhaled, shaking his head. “And I regretted it the second you were gone.”

Y/N felt her throat tighten.

“You didn’t say anything,” she whispered.

“I thought I was doing the right thing.” Kenny let out a dry laugh. “And I was a coward.”

She sucked in a breath.

“I wanted you to be happy,” he continued. “And when I saw you with Jay, I told myself I did the right thing.” He huffed. “Guess that didn’t work out too well, huh?”

Y/N flinched at the mention of Jay, but didn’t look away.

“I’m not here to mess up your life,” Kenny added quickly. “I just needed you to know that.”

Y/N searched his face, looking for deception, for doubt.

She didn’t find any.

That scared her more than anything.

She stood abruptly, pacing. “I don’t know what to do with that, Kenny.”

He didn’t stop her, just watched. “You don’t have to do anything.”

She let out a humorless laugh. “Right. Sure.”

Her mind was spinning. The case, the past, the fact that Kenny Rixton was standing here saying all the things she once wished he would say.

It was too much.

So, she did the only thing she could.

She walked past him, toward the door, needing space.

But before she could reach it, Kenny caught her wrist—gently, hesitantly, giving her the chance to pull away.

She didn’t.

“Y/N.”

She closed her eyes. “Kenny, don’t.”

“Okay,” he said softly, releasing her.

She opened the door without looking back.

And just like that, she left him standing there.

To be continued...

[collecting-stories]

Cheat - Otis 'Brian' Zvonecek

Summary: After getting drinks with Adam, Otis gets the wrong impression.

Request: Brian accuses her of cheating on him when in reality they’re not even technically official but nevertheless he feels cheated on because he thought they were pretty damn solid regardless, He wants her all to himself but failed to make it clear.

A/N: I cannot tell you how nice it was to get back into writing something and posting on here. I know I've been trying to sporadically but it's been tricky with school and I finally felt like this week I had a little bit of time and just needed to write something.

banner by: @saradika

One Chicago Masterlist

Otis was a man on a mission. It wasn't exactly an important mission and it was, more or less, a mission of his own creating due 100% to the fact that he wasn't capable of articulating the sentence "do you want to date me" and Adam Ruzek, of all people, apparently was. The Adam Ruzek thing wasn't a definite, solid, actual thing as far as Otis could tell. It was more a spur of the moment thing if Shay was to be believed because, according to her, you had gone on a date with Adam after he had dropped by 51 with Antonio and, while there, asked you on a date. Because he could actually get the words across without fumbling them or overthinking all the ways that asking you out properly could go terribly wrong.

He knew this was technically all his fault and he knew that you weren't just going to wait around forever while he acted like you were a couple but didn't say that you were a couple. Still, when he saw you in the locker room that morning he felt like someone had driven a knife right through his back. His ears were practically ringing Bon Jovi's "You Give Love a Bad Name" and he really wanted to throttle Adam. You were talking to Joe, laughing at something he said about Leon, and Otis turned right back around and stormed out of the room. 

"Brian!" "Otis!" Your voice mingled with Joe as you called after Otis' retreating form, frown etched on your face. 

You shut your locker, offering Joe a quick apology before heading off after Otis. Shay had mentioned that he looked upset last night at Molly's when she "unintentionally" mentioned that you and Ruzek were out on a date. You hadn't really wanted Otis to know, or rather you were going to mention it to him yourself, this morning, in case he took it the wrong way. 

"Brian!" You followed Otis out of the locker room and into the bunk room, rushing passed him and stopping him with a hand on his chest. "Wait, wait a second."

"I have to go check the truck-" he tried to move but you moved with him, blocking the path. 

You moved your hand from his chest to his wrist, dragging him into Matt's empty office and shutting the door. "We need to talk."

"I don't have anything to say," Otis replied, crossing his arms over his chest and looking out Mattt's office window, trying to look serious and not like he was pouting. "If you wanna see other people-"

"I don't wanna see other people Brian, would you let me explain?" You said, cutting him off. "I told Shay not to tell you that I was going out-"

"Knowing or not knowing, being cheated on-"

"I didn't cheat!" You practically shouted, "For the love of god, Brian, just listen to me!"

"I am listening."

"No, you're cutting me off every second and putting words in my mouth. I didn't cheat, I can't cheat. We," you gestured between the two of you, "aren't together. Regardless of that, I wasn't on a date with Adam...I'm friends with Kim and he wanted to talk. They're still trying to work things out."

"Oh," he deflated slightly, all the anxiety and anger he'd come into 51 with disappating in a matter of seconds. 

"That's it? Just oh?" 

"Shay said you were out with Adam and I'd seen you talking to him when he was here the other day...I just. When Shay mentioned it I...I don't know. I was just seeing green. I know we aren't but I mean...we-"

"If you want us to be then just say the word Brian," you replied. "I told you before that I had feelings for you, that hasn't changed." 

You had told him months ago that you liked him. It was terrible timing because he had just started going out with Severide's sister but you had waited it out and tried to be there for him solely as a friend and co-worker. That relationship had ended months ago though and Otis hadn't made any move to indicate that he was interested in more than friendship with you. There were signs, and you were pretty sure that Otis felt the same way about you he just hadn't said anything that definitely indicated that he wanted the two of you to be anything more than friends. 

"I just throught, you went out with Adam-"

"It wasn't a date, we just grabbed drinks-"

"You could've grabbed drinks at Molly's." Otis reasoned.

You groaned, leaning back against Matt's desk, "I feel like I'm talking in circles. I didn't go to Molly's because I didn't want everyone at 51 acting like I was on a date. We went to a bar in Canaryville. I know Adam, we're just friends, he's literally dating a friend of mine." 

"We're friends."

"Are we, cause you booked it out of the locker room and accused me of cheating on you but now you're going to say that we're friends? That's it? You get to be upset with me for having drinks with a friend of mine and I tell you that I still have feelings for and I haven't even thought about going out with anyone since before you and Katie broke up and you're going to hit me with 'we're friends'." You asked, voice rising slightly. "I will make this so simple for you Brian, do you like me?"

"Of course-"

"Would you actually date me? Not just hang out on off days cause cause we're friends but be with me, an actual defined relationship where I can introduce you to people as my boyfriend?"

"Yeah, yes," Otis replied quickly, "I wasn't sure how you felt after Katie and I broke up...if you were still interested or just wanted to be friends." 

Before you could say anything to him the door to the office opened, Matt standing there looking between the two of you, partially confused and partially amused. He'd heard from Joe that Otis had run out of the locker room and you'd gone after him but he wasn't expecting to see the two of you in his office.

"I hate to interrupt but I have actual woork to do...and I feel like I remember telling you to do truck inventory," Matt said, looking over at you curiously. 

"I was just heading over there now." You slipped passed Otis and Matt, the latter taking your place at his desk so he could sit down. Otis was still standing in the office, embarrassed and somewhat stuck on the conversation that had been abruptly interrupted. 

"Otis?" Matt asked. When he didn't answer, still staring at the door, Matt called his name again, "Otis."

After another beat Otis seemed to snap into action, apologizing to Matt as he hurried out of the office and through the bunk room. You were in the hallway, headed out to do the truck inventory that Matt had asked you to do that morning, when Otis stopped you. He mirrored your actions from earlier, rushing around in front of you and forcing you to stop walking so you didn't run into im. 

"Brian-" You started to say but Otis cut you off, grabbing your upper arms gently and kissing you. It didn't last long enough for you to even really register what was happening before he pulled away, dropping his hands and taking a step back. 

"Sorry, sorry. I shouldn't just kiss you without-"

You cut him off this time, grabbing him and kissing him the same way he had done to you. He kissed you back, niether of you aware of the fact that you were standing right in front of the common room and there was an audience of people sitting there staring at the two of you kissing. Or that Joe was handing Shay a twenty.

"I told you they'd get together in the firehouse," She said, smiling as she pocketed the money. 

[saragarnier]

Secret Revealed

Summary; y/n got shot during his shift and Jay found the guy who did it.

Pairing; jay halstead x reader

Warning; blood mention, angst

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Dating a detective from the Intelligence wasn’t something you had planned of when you took the job in the 21st district; you needed a change, you needed a new place where to start a new life with new opportunities and the 21st was the best place for that, for you. You dreamed of becoming a detective for years, after all it was your dream when you entered the police academy, and meeting the Intelligence Unit and Sergeant Voight was the best for you because all your dreams seemed to be more realistic. Dating a detective from the unit was risky, it really was, especially since sergeant Voight didn’t like in-house romances.  You heard of Kim, that got rejected for the job the first time because of her new relationship with Adam Ruzek, one of the detectives, and you didn’t want it to happen to you too.

Everything with Jay happened so fast that you didn’t even realize at the beginning; you found yourself in his bed one time, two times and after that almost every night. It was beautiful, it really was, you just couldn’t end it because you really started to feel something for him. You didn’t know if it was the same for him, but you hoped so because you were really falling for him. Everything was done in secret: you never called him by his name at work but jus “Detective Halstead” as well as his colleagues, you never looked at him too much, afraid that someone would have noticed, and you always kept it professional. Sometimes you were both seen at the Molly’s, but every time you were seen together, your partner Roman and his colleagues were there too, so that it didn’t sound suspicious.

It was difficult, it really was, especially when you saw him with his vest on; it looked so damn hot, and it was difficult for you to resist him. The same was for him though, especially since the uniform you wore during all your shifts looked so good on you; sometimes Jay just wanted to take you in an empty room and kissed you for hours.

That day it was just a normal one: you kissed Jay on the lips before going back to your apartments before the start of the shifts, you arrived at the station at different times as usual and you just wished to each other good luck before starting your shifts. Roman was already waiting for you when you arrived there, and you immediately smiled at him.

“Good morning sergeant, hi Sean.” You smiled at your sergeant Trudy Platt, behind the desk, and at your partner, that already had the keys in his hands.

“y/l/m, Roman, be careful.” Trudy recommended as always, not looking at you and trying to sound like she didn’t care at all; you knew Trudy very well after almost three months in the district and you really loved her. She was strict but also very sweet, even if she didn’t want anyone to notice that part of her character.

“Thanks Sergeant.” You smiled and you turned around, ready to leave the district to start your shift as a patrolman. Your eyes met Jay’s, that was entering in that moment. You smiled softly at him, then you looked away and you passed him, saying “Good morning, Detective Halstead.”

“Good morning, Roman, Y/l/n.” He smiled back, then he walked towards the stairs to go upstairs, where the rest of the Intelligence worked.

“You know, you don’t have to pretend when you’re with me.” Said Roman when you both entered the car; you looked up at him with a confused look. “I mean, you and Halstead. I Know that you’re dating. You don’t have to pretend to be professional when you’re with me: I won’t judge you, any of you.”

You didn’t think that someone discovered about your secret relationship, and you were shocked when Roman told you so; you were speechless, you just looked at him.

“I won’t tell anybody, y/n.” He reassured you, smiling softly. “I know that you’re not sleeping your way upstairs and I know that you are both good at keeping it professional, so it doesn’t bother me at all. Besides, I also think that you shouldn’t be ashamed about it because I don’t think Voight will actually care. I mean, he offered the job to Kim when she was still with Adam.”

He was right, but you just couldn’t lose the chance to realize your dream job just because of a relationship that wasn’t even official. You saw each other every day at work and at night after shifts, but you didn’t know if he felt the same for you, you didn't know how serious it was because you never actually talked about it before.

“it’s just… I still don’t know what we are right now. I... I think I’m actually falling for him, but I don’t know if it’s the same for him, you know. I just don’t want to ruin things between us and keeping it a secret is easier.” You told him, sighing and watching outside the window, paying attention to the street and to everyone, in case something wrong was happing.

“I can understand that… keeping it a secret gives you a reason not to tell him the truth and at the same time you avoid the possibility of being rejected, but you have to tell him the truth. He deserved that; don’t you think?”

Before you could even think about it, someone called for you at the radio.

“To all units, we registered a silent alarmed at 2058 W. 22nd Place.”

You looked at Roman and you both nodded, he turned on the sirens and you answered the radio immediately. “2116 squad, we’re just two blocks aways; we’re responding.”

“Copy that 2116 squad.”

When you arrived at the scene, you both noticed three guys wearing black balaclavas exiting the bar with three black duffle bags. You exited the car, and you pointed your gun at them, while Roman did the same.

“CPD, stop!” You screamed.

Everything happened so fast that you couldn’t even hide behind the car: all three of them took three semiautomatic rifles from the duffle bags and pointed them at you.

“Gun!” Roman screamed, hiding behind the car just in time; you tried to do the same, but you were in a worst position, and you had to do all the way around the car to hide. You really tried to do it in time, but you found yourself on the ground before you could do it.

Roman didn’t noticed it at the beginning, he called for help on the radio and he returned fire.

“10-1, 10-1, shots fired at the police! Three offender wearing black balaclava. We need backup!” He said, turning around to make sure that you were okay; when he didn’t see you, he became pale, and you screamed your name. “Y/n! Where are you?”

He looked around and he finally saw you on the ground, on the other side of the car, breathing hardly and with blood all over you. “Y/n!” He grabbed you from your vest and he dragged you behind the car, grabbing the radio.  “Officer down! Officer Down! I need an ambo at my location right now, my partner had been shot!”

You looked at him, pain all over your body. You saw how worried he looked, and you immediately understood that it was bad, really bad.

“Y/n, stay with me please, stay with me!” He took of your vest, applying pressure on your chest where the bullet hit you somehow. “Help is on its way, stay with me please. No, no, no…” He said, seeing that you were losing consciousness; you wanted to say something, but you didn’t have the strength to do that. You passed after some minutes and all you remembered after that was darkness.

At the district, in the meantime, Jay was coming down the stairs when he was stopped by Sergeant Platt, who looked worried as hell; she almost looked like she aged ten years in just few minutes and it wasn’t a good sign, not at all.

“Halstead!” She screamed in panic. “Go upstairs and call down the whole Unit now!”

Jay, confused, began to buzzed himself up with his handprint. “What happened?”

“Y/n’s been shot. Now get Voight!”

Jay thought that the world went down; it was like a nightmare. He rushed upstairs, catching everyone’s attention. “Voight! Y/n’s been shot!”

He was desperate, he couldn’t think straight and all he was doing was hoping that you would have been alright, that it wouldn’t have been too much bad. He let Hailey drive, knowing that he wasn’t in the right mood to do it; Hailey was the only one that knew everything about you and Jay, she knew that Jay was falling in love with you, and she knew that he must had been difficult for him. She drove as fast as she could, arriving at the scene just few minutes after. Jay got out of the car immediately and he ran towards Roman and you.

When he saw you on the ground covered with blood, he almost passed out too. It was too much to handle, it was too much heartbreaking seeing you in that state and, worst of all, the ambulance hadn’t arrived yet.

“What the hell happened?!” He asked Roman, taking off his own jacket and pushing him aside to be able to apply pressure on her wound with his jacket. A towel would have been better but that was the best he had with him.

“There were three guys! We didn’t know they were armed; I hid behind the car, and I returned fire, then I looked for her and I found her on the ground. The bullet went through her vest. The offenders ran away in a black SUV with no plate when I stopped shooting at them… I needed to help her.”

Jay looked at your face and cried; he didn’t notice that at the beginning, but he did when he saw you being brought on the ambulance, with Roman at your side. He wanted to come with you, he really wanted to follow you inside the ambulance, but he couldn’t. He didn’t want to let Voight know that he was to much invested: he wanted to catch the guys that shot you and he would have at any costs.

“You’re crying, Jay. Hide your tears if you want to work on this case.” Hailey told him, whispering to his ear when she saw Hank Voight arriving at the scene too. Jay wiped away his tears, took a deep breath, smiled softly at Hailey as a thank you, and he turned around to face his sergeant.

“What happened?” Hank asked, looking at them and at the stain of blood that there was on the road, where you were till few minutes earlier.

“Three guys, wearing black hoodies and black balaclavas, they robbed the bar and shot at Roman and y/l/n when they arrived. Roman responded to fire but he let them go when he discovered that y/l/n got shot. He covered her and saw the guy running away in a black SUV. No plate.”

“The bullet got trough her vest.” Added Hailey. “She was hit in the chest, and she didn’t look great.”

Voight looked away from the blood stain and looked at his detectives.  

“I want everyone in the unit to look after these bastards, am I clear? They hit one of us and they’ll regret it.” He said, firmly. He looked at Jay and Hailey, then at Kim, Adam and Kevin that went to ask some questions to the bar clients in case they heard or saw anything important. “I want the videos of all the security camera in this block. Find the SUV, find them. They must have left a trace behind themselves. And let me know everything about Y/n state, okay? Now let’s go, we have three offenders to catch.”

Jay really wanted to catch the guys that shot you, but he also wanted to be by your side, he wanted to go to the hospital and make sure that you would have been fine, he wanted to be there for you. He just couldn’t forget you on the ground, covered with your own blood, unconscious. It shouldn’t have happened to you, and he should have been by your side, not in the district doing some paperwork.

“We can stop at the hospital for a moment if you want to.” Hailey whispered while Jay and her were walking towards the car. “Just ask me and I will bring you to see her.”

Jay nodded, sitting in the passenger seat and looking out of the window; he really wanted to know how you were, he really wanted to see you, hoping that there will have been good news for him. He just couldn’t lose you, not since he hadn’t told you yet that he loves you, not since he needed you by his side, he needed to see you smile at him, he needed to hug you and kiss you.

Why that happened to you? Why you of all people?

At the hospital the only thing you discovered was that you were still having a surgery and that your conditions were critical; he also found Will his brother, in the hallways and he immediately stopped him, asking him to let him know if anything changed. He wanted to be the first one to now if something happened to you, he wanted to know about the surgery and about your condition as soon as it was possible. Will reassured him, but Jay was still worried as hell.

Back at the district, everyone was working hard on the case, trying to identify the offenders, and trying to understand what really happened. Why they robbed a normal bar? Why they used guns for just some cash?

Something wasn’t right about it and Jay was sure about that.

“Okay, we found some bullets on the road and ballistic identify them. They used Armor-piercing bullets, that’s why the vest didn’t stop them.” Kim said, placing a pic of you on the with board as well as the photo of the bullets found on the scene.

“What? Who were these guys? Armor-piercing bullets are not that easy to find.” Adam noted, looking at the photo from his desk. “Why bring those kind of weapons just for a robbery in a normal bar?”

“It can be just that.” Pointed out Jay, shaking his head. “Are we sure that they only robbed the money from the register?”

Voight nodded slightly and looked at them. “Burgess, Atwater, go get the owner of the bar, they have to know something. Bring them here and put them in the interview room. Ruzek search everything that you can found about the owner, everything. Halstead, Upton, i want you two focused on the black SUV.”

“Copy that Sarge”

They worked on the case for hours and hours and finally they identified the offenders and the reason why they choose to rob that bar, which was just a good cover for diamonds trafficking. When Jay caught the guys that shoot at you, he felt angrier. He really wanted to kick him, to beat him up, to put a gun to his head. He wanted revenge, he wanted revenge because you were still fighting for your life inside the hospital.

“Jay, Jay stop!” Hailey tried to stop him, she really did, but Jay didn’t listen to her. He broke down him and he started to hit him in the face again, and again, and again till someone stopped him.

“Stop it, Jay!” Adam kept him away, while Voight looked at him from distance; he noticed that Jay was different during that case but he didn’t think about that possibility, he didn’t think that one of his detective dated one of his patrolmen without him knowing. He immediately recognized the signs with Ruzek and Burgess at the time but he didn’t with Jay and you.

Before he could even try to talk to him, Jay got a call from his brother and he immediately answered.

“Will, how’s she?” He asked, feeling his heart beating hard and fast. He couldn’t even breathe normally, he just couldn’t think normally. He was so scared and the only thing he wanted was to see your eyes open again, your smiled on your face.

“She woke up, Jay.” Will told him. “And she asked for you.” He added.

Jay’s smile spread all over his face, happy to hear that. He was really worried and he was scared for you, but knowing that you would have been okay made him feel better again, made him feel alive again.

“I’m coming.”

He didn’t ask for permission, nor he asked Hailey to drive, he just told Kevin to bring Hailey back at the district and he ran outside, towards the car; arriving at the hospital was probably the longest drive he ever did, with all the anticipation of being by her side again.

He ran towards your room and, when he saw Roman in front of it, Jay immediately gulped and looked at him. “I’m here for y/l/n.” He said, using your last name to be discreet and to still hide your relationship, knowing how much you wanted to become a detective of the intelligence.

“Don’t worry Halstead… I already know about you. Just get in there, you are the first think she asked about after she woke up.”

Jay felt his heart beating fast, nodding slightly and thanking Roman for what he said and what he did, stating with by your side all the time. “Thank you, Sean.”

The police officer just nodded, then he walked away towards the vendine machine while Jay entered your room. You were there: laying down on the bed, pale but with a small smile on your lips.

“I heard you were worried about me.” You said, smiling softly and taking his hands in yours; Jay smiled in response and he took a seat next to your bed. “Maybe I should got shoot more often.” You joked, caressing his hand softly.

Jay chuckled and shook his head, then he kissed your hand and he smiled wider.

“That’s my detective chuckles!” You said, making him laugh and smile even more.

God, that’s why he loved you.

“Don’t you dare to do such a joke anymore, okay?” He whispered, caressing your hand. “I can’t have an heart attack every time you got shot.”

“And why not? I love to see you worried about me, you know?” You really was somehow relieved knowing that he was worry about you, because you hoped that it was a sign of his feelings for you.

“Oh yeah? Seeing the love of your life covered with her own blood isn’t that good, you know.”

You froze, looking at him with tears in your eyes; he didn’t even think about what he said and, at first, he didn’t realize it till he saw tour face. He tried to apologize, thinking that you didn’t love him back, but he was interrupted by your hand on his mouth.

“Don’t you dare to say anything.” You whispered, afraid that he would have took it back. “I love you too and know please get up and kiss me because I can’t bend over to you.”

Jay didn’t make you repeat again, he smiled, got on his feet and he bent on your bed, placing his lips on yours in a deep and sweet kiss.

You both dis it without thinking, you were just too happy, too involve in the moment that you didn’t notice the rest of the unit, as well as Voight, outside of your room.

But you didn’t care about it, you didn’t care about his “No in-house romance”, you didn’t care about it.

All that matters for you both was to be together, as a couple.

“Secret revealed.” You whispered to his ear, seeing all his colleagues outside the room.

“I don’t care. I won’t stop loving you just for his stupid rule. I don’t care about anything but you, babe.”

“I love you, Jay.” You whispered. “But next time, tell me about your feelings before getting shot, okay?”

He laughed with you, nodding.

“Deal?”

“Deal.”

[escapingrealtiylovinginsanity]

Rewind, Remix, & Replay Jay & Kim (Bonus) Med 4x5

You can read the rest of the series here

Well, my Monday was a shitshow. If any of your day was as shitty as mine, I hope this shiny new chapter makes you feel better! I might have to back off on my posting to once a week- so don’t be alarmed. I’ve just been busy and I’m trying to curb my burnout. <3

Jay's mood is stormy when he gets back to his apartment. He had left straight from work when he found out the FBI had decided to have Will bug the Burks house. Jay had gone to keep his older brother in line and out of trouble.

Kim had offered to go with him but he dismissed her, telling her he would meet her back at his apartment and they would catch up on Blind Love with a cheeky smile. She corrected him as she always did- “Love is blind”. She swore he messed up the name on purpose to make a point. Kim also knew he didn’t hate the show half as much as he pretended. His commentary showed how invested he was easily spilling off names and hounding men for being assholes to the women.

Kim heard the door close from where she was in the bathroom. She starts down the hallway, “Did you two work out your issues?”

“What issues?” Jay was bent over unlacing his boots. He looks up to level her with an even look. Kim could see the stress in his features. Jay looked like he had just spent hours in the interrogation room with a perp that had been worked hard but was giving nothing but sass and unhelpful commentary.

“I’ll take that as a no.”

Jay rolled his eyes at her but a self-deprecating smile was tugging at his lips. He grabbed her face pulling her in for a kiss. “I’m just glad to be home. How about some popcorn to go with our trash TV?”

“With Bacon?” Kim’s brown eyes lit up with the thought of one of Jay’s specialty popcorns. He traces her jaw with his thumb. Jay was happy that after a night of sleep, Kim’s anger about him punching Ruzek had dissipated. She had been a little distant the last three days but as he promised things at work had cooled. Ruzek and him had slipped back into a comfortable truce.

“I think I could be persuaded.” Jay stole another couple of gentle pecks. Kim's phone starts ringing. “I’ll start on it.” He gave her one more kiss before she answered her phone. Jay had only just gotten to the kitchen and put the pan on the stove when he heard Kim’s frantic voice calling his name. He skittered around the corner to see Kim, her face pale. “Kim, what’s wrong?”

“I have to go to the hospital.”

Jay drives back to Med for the second time that day. Zoey had called Kim in tears telling her that Nicole had fallen down the stairs and they were in the ambulance en route to the hospital. He drops Kim off at the door and then goes around to park his truck. When he strides in a flash of painful memories of his father's death crashes over him like a wave before he can push it back.

He sees the mop of red curls before he registers his older brother heading his way. He wasn’t in the mood or the time to have another argument. “Not now Will.” Will holds his hands up showing he came in peace.

“I just talked to Ethan about Nicole. It looks like she has a broken arm. We think from trying to catch herself when she started to fall. Kim is in with her.” Jay gave him a nod before starting to head towards the room. “Jay,” He paused turning back to his brother, “She was completely trashed. Well over a safe alcohol limit and then some. And I’ll say it seems like she has been drinking heavily for some time.”

Jay sighs heavily scrubbing his hand down his face. Kim had been trying unsuccessfully to reach out to her older sister for weeks. He knew how much she had been trying to help and how awful every time an attempt failed. “Okay, thanks, Will.” Jay took a breath trying to figure out how to approach what to do next.

“One more thing.” Will gestured to the doctor's lounge. “I took Zoey into the lounge to give her some time to process everything. She was a mess when she got here. I didn’t want her to have to deal with the hustle of the ED or the waiting room.”

“Thanks, man,” Will nodded putting his hand on his brother’s shoulder squeezing it comfortingly. When the young girl had come in with her mother it had taken him a minute to realize who they were. It was only when Maggie had offered to call someone for her and Zoey said she had already called her aunt Kim that it had clicked into place.

“She’s family,” Will stated simply. Jay stalled in indecision for only a moment before heading to the lounge to check on Zoey. She had looked up at him with bloodshot eyes before shooting to her feet and scrambling into his arms. Her hot tears soaked through his shirt as her arms locked around his waist.

“I got you, kid.”

Jay talked to Kim and offered to take Zoey to get some food while she waited for her sister to get her cast on. She had thanked him and he had led a hesitant Zoey out. Will had caught them as they were leaving and tempted Zoey with the diner they had gone to as kids cleverly called The Diner. He boasted of the best milkshakes and loaded cheese fries. Zoey had given him a strained smile as she agreed.

Even with the strain between the Halstead brothers they always came through for each other when it mattered. It was why Jay had been vigilant about all of Will’s CI responsibilities. He wanted to make sure Will was as safe as possible and kept himself from unintentional get in trouble or in too deep with the FBI. It was why Will had come over like clockwork for months after Erin had blown out of town. Quietly and unobtrusively checking on his younger brother as he struggled with his heartbreak.

They all ordered milkshakes and an appetizer of loaded fries. The boys ordered burgers and Zoey ordered tenders. The food was amazing as promised but Zoey picked at her food. Her stomach was rolling with anxiety. The two didn’t force her to talk or pepper with her questions. They let her sit in silence and drink sluggishly on her chocolate shake. Years later when she had to write an essay about found family for a college assignment she would use this night as an example of why family wasn't blood deep.

The time passed in a blur to her. She barely remembered Jay ushering her back into his truck. When he parked, she felt a dull pang of surprise to find herself outside of an apartment complex instead of back at the hospital. When he unlocks the door and she walks in she takes in the neutral color palate and organized but minimalistic style. It had the makings of a bachelor's pad but as she sinks into the plush couch, she decides it doesn’t matter.

Jay returns a few minutes later with a bottle of water for each of them. “Kim is still with your mom. They are figuring some stuff out. So, you are going to stay here for the night and we will figure the rest out in the morning. Does that sound okay kiddo?” She gives a small nod. He offers the remote to her. “How about you pick something to watch while I find something for you to sleep in? I think Kim has some pajama pants here.” Her hand closes around the hard plastic as he rises off the couch.

He was starting down the hallway when she started shakily, “It’s been going on for months now.” He pauses coming to sit back down on the couch with her. “The drinking. It was strange. At first, I thought she was doing better- getting over everything. I- I didn’t even know she had been drinking at first. It all spiraled so quickly. I’m- I’m so sorry. I should have told Aunt Kim. This is my fault.” Her dark eyes dropped to her lap rotating the remote in her hands anxiously.

“Hey, this is not your fault kiddo.” Zoey pressed her lips together tears still in her eyes. “It’s not your job to take care of your mom, okay Zoey?” Her dark eyes held her disbelief, her guilt plainly for anyone to see. Her bottom lip trembled as shaky breaths came out of her lips.

“Everything is going to be okay right?” Her voice cracked as she spoke. Her words were quiet and disheartened. Jay pulled her back into another hug, trying to give her some stability as her world continued to spin.

“Yeah, I know it’s hard but try not to worry.”

Kim walked into the dark apartment. It is late, and she is exhausted. She notices Zoey passed out on the couch. Kim’s favorite blanket draped across her and the TV still playing The Nightmare Before Christmas. Kim wants to smile at the knowledge that no matter her age it was still her comfort movie. Smiling right now seems impossible so she settles for watching the "What this?" song play on the screen. Her brain blissfully flatlining.

She heard the soft padding of feet as Jay entered the living room. He opens his arms wordlessly and she walks into them leaning into him in exhaustion. The two of them couldn’t seem to catch a break this year. The saying “when it rains it pours” hitting just a little too close to home. “She agreed to go to rehab. We checked her in tonight.”

[halsteadlover]

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• Pairing: Adam Ruzek x Female!Reader.

• Requested: no.

• Summary: one of your worst nightmares becomes reality when you find yourself stuck on a ferris wheel. And what makes everything worse, with the person you hate most… Or at least that's what you thought.

• Warnings: maybe few curse words

• Word count: 3,7K.

• A/N: hope you enjoy it! Comment, reblogs and likes are highly appreciated, I love you all <3

A thousand thoughts ran through your brain but all of them ended the same way.

How the hell did I end up in this situation?

Fate must’ve played some tricks, you must’ve committed some crime in your past life because there must’ve been a serious reason why you had found yourself stuck on a damn Ferris wheel. Suspended in the air.

There had to be a reason, because what were the odds that the Ferris wheel would stuck in mid-air just when it was your turn to take a ride.

And there had to be an equally precise reason why, among so many people, it was Adam Ruzek you were stuck with.

God probably hated you, there was no other explanation, he wanted to take revenge for some wrong things you had done and make atonement for your sins.

Why the fuck did you let yourself be convinced to get in that damned killing machine? Whose brilliant idea was it? And why with Adam among everyone?

That evening you had decided to go to a fair with your friends and some of your colleagues including Adam, Jay, Vanessa, Kim and Hailey, a good opportunity to spend time together without there being any robbery or murder to solve.

The atmosphere was light, the fair was overflowing with people who couldn't wait to try all the attractions there. Somehow you managed to avoid everything that required going ‘up’ but couldn’t escape the damn Ferris wheel.

The queue was very long and you had tried several times to escape but the words of your friends convinced you to at least make an attempt since it was quiet and the ride wouldn't last more than five minutes.

The entire Ferris wheel consisted of five small cabins that could accommodate a maximum of two people at a time and you couldn’t even ask to any of them, that the pairs had already been formed and you and Adam found yourselves exchanging annoyed glances, both being the only ones left.

You didn't ignore the giggles and looks your friends sent to both of you, making you realize they had deliberately done it to let you and Adam be alone.

Your relationship with him was, well… Weird, to say at least.

The bickering between you two was the order of the day, there was nothing you said that he didn't laugh at, making fun of you at every chance he got. That man could zap every single nerve in your body and drive you crazy with just one word and you hated him for that.

And the fact you were tremendously attracted to him despite this didn't work in your favor.

He was equally attracted to you, which is why one night – dead drunk – you ended up in his bed and woke up the next day with feelings of guilt and shame and pretended you didn't even know each other. This however didn’t last long as he wasted no time in returning to bother you and argue, making your life at work a living hell.

Adam drove you crazy, he always managed to confuse you, especially when he went from wanting to argue to making sexual jokes and flirting with you and then go back to arguing in a small amount of time.

You hated him, you hated how he made you feel and you hated yourself even more because despite this you couldn't help but be deeply attracted to him, to the point that everyone – both colleagues and your friends – did nothing but tease you and do everything to get you and Adam together, claiming to stop acting stupid because you both clearly wanted each other.

And that's how you ended up stuck on a damn Ferris wheel with the person you most wanted to be away from, about to have a panic attack.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you muttered to yourself when everything stopped suddenly. You looked around, realizing with horror you were several meters above the ground, suspended in mid-air in a cabin that continued to oscillate with every slightest gust of wind.

You pressed your back against the seat, closing your eyes and taking deep breaths, feeling the panic starting to build up inside you.

Saying you were absolutely terrified of heights was an understatement.

Adam, however, remained impassive, only huffing at the annoyance of having to be stuck there and rolled his eyes when he noticed your eyes were closed and you refused to open them. “Oh don't be dramatic now. It’s just a stupid Ferris wheel, we’ll get down soon.”

“Adam just shut the fuck up if you don't have anything smart to say,” you spat through clenched teeth, a mix of emotions between pure terror and anger coursing through you.

Adam chuckled, clearly amused by the situation. “Our little detective is afraid of heights isn't she?”.

He looked at you carefully and saw you open your eyelids as you looked up at the ceiling and continued to take deep breaths. You didn't answer him, that's why he decided continuing to tease you was great idea.

“Stop being a pussy and enjoy the view instead. Don't think I like the idea of being stuck with you either.”

Adam didn't really mean it, he wasn't really mad at you, he just madly loved making you angry and teasing you until you’d explode. You were so hot and sexy when you were angry and all worked up, he couldn't help himself even though he was aware he was being an asshole 99% of the time.

He ignored the part of his conscience that told him this was just a way to get you to stay away from him because he didn't have the strength to do it, because for some absurd reason you attracted him like a moth was attracted to the light.

He tried to convince himself it was just physical attraction, although he knew full well what he felt for you was deeper than that.

But this time you didn't respond to any of his taunts, your fear too strong to even think about what he said.

Adam continued to look at you and noticed the way your chest rose and fell quickly, your breathing was frantic, your hands continued to shake despite being clenched into fists, your gaze fixed on the ceiling. The smirk he had plastered on his face slowly disappeared when he realized it wasn't just a little fear, you were completely terrified.

“You okay?” He tried to ask you stupidly. It was clear you weren’t okay at all.

Anxiety was hardly twisting your stomach you feared you’d vomit on his shoes at any moment. Nausea was paralyzing you and the dizziness made your head spin so much you thought you’d pass out right then and there.

You didn't know why you were so afraid of heights, why the fear paralyzed you to the point you couldn't move a muscle and made your heart beat so fast it almost stopped. You just wanted to go down and put your feet on dry land and kill whoever had convinced you to get on that thing.

“Y/n. You hear me?!” Adam's urgent voice brought you back to reality for a moment. You shook your head, tears pricking your eyes which you kept opening and closing in an attempt to calm yourself a bit.

Adam realized you were about to have a panic attack so without even thinking twice, he knelt down in front of you and placed his hands on your knees, worried. “Hey look at me.”

But you couldn't seem to hear him, your body was there but your mind had flown away.

“Y/n look at me please,” he continued, but kept his voice calm so as not to make the situation worse. You opened your eyes and looked at him, too anxious and terrified to realize what he was doing. His eyes shone as they looked at you with concern, making you think for a few seconds how rare that way of looking at you was.

“Breathe with me okay?” He inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly. “Let's do this together, breathe with me. Breathe in…” he said “C’mon, you can do it angel. I’m here with you.”

Your eyes let out some tears and he raised a hand, gently wiping them away and making you lose your mind even more.

“It's okay, you're not alone. I'm right here.”

Was this man really Adam Ruzek? The same Adam who made your life impossible? The same obnoxious Adam?

You couldn’t believe it but you were too scared to react.

“C’mon, breathe with me,” he smiled faintly to encourage you and you nodded, starting to inhale deeply and following him, letting the air out of your lungs.

Your eyes never left each other for a second as he stayed there with you making you take deep breaths, slowly getting your breathing back to a normal pace.

“You're doing great, just keep going,” he murmured as he continued to look at you and smile comfortingly. His thumbs caressed your knees and for some strange, absurd reason this gesture comforted you more than the breathing exercises you had done up until that moment.

“Everything will be fine you hear me? They'll start this piece of junk again and we'll get out of here before you know it. Nothing will happen, you’re safe,” he spoke as his eyes scanned your facial features carefully. He tried to ignore how beautiful you were under those lights, you were so breathtaking and he couldn't stop looking at you. “I won't let anything happen to you.”

What the hell?

I won't let anything happen to you? Really Adam?

You remained silent for a few moments as your blurry eyes got lost in his. You wanted so much to be able to read inside him, to know what he thought, how he felt as he looked at you but you couldn't. God, that man was such a mystery.

You knew he was telling you those things just to make you calm down but you couldn't help but wonder if deep down he really meant those words. For an instant you convinced yourself he did, your heart wanted to think for just a second he had feelings for you.

Adam swallowed the lump in his throat, trying to stop the thoughts that tortured his mind at the moment. His expression seemed calm, but an exhausting battle between was taking place inside him.

He struggled between the desire to have you, to just kiss you right there, and the desire to stay away from you because you truly were the most annoying person on the planet sometimes.

He looked away as he sat next to you on that narrow seat no longer able to maintain eye-contact without fear of doing or saying something stupid.

A sudden gust of wind made the small cabin sway considerably, plunging you into complete panic again and almost making your heart stop beating.

A scream of terror escaped you and before you even realized it, you threw yourself into Adam's arms, looking for some kind of protection.

Adam was a little taken aback at first, not expecting this in any way but he returned that hug, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and holding you tightly to him as his fingers caressed you in an attempt to calm you down.

“Shh it's okay, it was just a little wind. We're fine,” he whispered to you, mentally praying you couldn't hear how hard his heart was beating. That was the first time you had hugged in the years you had known each other and he was about to lose his mind.

“Adam, p-please… I want to get off…” you muttered desperately, your face pressed against his chest as you trembled like a leaf.

His heart sank at the sight. You had always been so strong and brave in his eyes, as if nothing could affect you, so seeing you in that state caused him a sensation he hated, and that he was sure he’d never want to feel again in his life.

“Hey, hey, hey, it's okay. I'm here okay? You’ll be fine, they’re all working to get us all down. I promise it’ll be over soon,” he whispered, stroking your arms and tightening his grip around you even more. “Talk to me, don't shut yourself down.”

“I don’t know what to say…”

“Anything you want, just focus on me.”

You thought about it for a second and told him the first thing that came to mind. “At one point I thought about throwing you off this damn Ferris wheel.”

His chest vibrated as he laughed and you found yourself smiling back, turning serious right back when you realized what you were doing.

Your mind had decided to turn itself off when you realized what was happening: you were hugging Adam and the thing shocked you the most was that you felt really good in his arms. In other moments you probably would’ve walked away but right then you didn't want to think about it, he managed to calm you down and you needed it.

Adam leaned his head against yours, the skin of his cheek slightly pinched by your hair as he involuntarily inhaled the scent of it.

God what am I doing?

What are you doing to me Y/n?

“Well, now is a good time if you want.”

“Don't tempt me, I could actually do it and plead insanity.”

You then took a deep breath as your heartbeat returned to a normal pace and the agitation slowly passed. For the first time since you'd met, you and Adam were able to have a conversation where neither of you let out insults or threatened to put a bullet in the other's foot.

You couldn't understand how much time had passed since the Ferris wheel had stopped but thanks to Adam you managed not to think about it as he talked to you the whole time to keep you distracted.

“Can I ask you a question?” You dared to ask after a small moment of silence. You were still sitting next to each other, his arms around you and your head resting on his chest and you were almost afraid to move, fearing he’d let you go if you did.

“Hmm,” he hummed positively as his eyes looked around the cabin.

“Why do you hate me?” You asked in a voice so low you feared he hadn't heard you, your breath caught in your throat.

“I could ask you the same question.”

“I don't hate you... Well yes, but I hate you because you hate me and because you’ve been an asshole since the first day I joined the team.”

He rolled his eyes. “You’re so dramatic. C’mon...”

“Adam,” you interrupted him with firm tone.

He chuckled. “Okay, okay, maybe just a little bit.”

“And why? I don't think I've ever done anything to you.”

Silence reigned supreme for a few seconds while he reflected on your words, his eyes observing the metallic ceiling.

Why did he hate you?

He had asked himself this many times but he had never been able to give himself an answer. He didn't know the real reason, you were right, you had never done anything to him, you had always been kind to everyone from the first moment. But then why?

Maybe because it easier, maybe because he knew from the very beginning you were going to mess up his whole life so hating you was the best thing he could do to keep you away, to not let himself fall for you.

But however, this inevitably happened against the odds and his will.

You took courage and raised your head slightly to look at him and at that same moment his eyes met yours. You were incredibly close, closer than you ever would’ve been even if you were drunk.

His breath tickled your lips as his eyes looked at you with so much intensity so felt like a thousand-volt electrical discharge went though your body, as if he was somehow trying to read your soul.

What the hell are you thinking about Adam?

His eyes were so hard to read, so enigmatic. They were like a puzzle and you struggled to find the necessary pieces to be able to complete it and understand what he was thinking and feeling.

He moved his gaze between your eyes and your lips, trying to maintain a neutral expression even if every cell in his body screamed to close that little gap and press his lips to yours.

But he couldn't, especially not at that moment.

And, above all, why did he think ‘not at that moment’? Did this mean he actually wanted to kiss you?

It was a question he didn't even try to answer, his mind was too clouded to think logically.

One of his hands moved to your face and with a gentleness you struggled to recognize he caressed your cheek, fixing some small, messy locks of hair. Your breathing stopped and your heart started wildly pounding again, this time not because of the dizziness and the fear of falling down.

You were paralyzed under his intense and magnetic gaze, you wanted so much to be able to say something, to break that deafening silence but the words inevitably died in your throat.

He continued to alternate his gaze between your eyes and your lips, you actually unaware of the internal battle he was eagerly fighting.

Anyone who saw you two would think this was just a romantic moment that a couple in love was sharing, anyone could see the way you both looked at each other and no one would’ve doubted you actually hated each other.

Or at least that's what you thought.

You thought you hated him.

You forced yourself to do it, as if to reciprocate his hatred, because of the way he treated you.

But you didn't hate him, not as much as you wanted to. Sure, he made your blood boil in your veins like very few other people in the world did, there were countless times when you would’ve punched him in the face after some of his pranks, but you couldn't deny how much you desired that man just as intensely.

“What are you thinking about?” He whispered as he continued to covertly caress your face. Suddenly, however, he moved his hand away, making you instantly feel the feeling of emptiness and cold that his touch had left. His fingers trailed down to your hand, still clenched into a fist without realizing it.

“What are you thinking?” You whispered back as you saw his lips part slightly. His fingers lightly caressed your skin, almost as imperceptibly as he had done to your cheek and you relaxed almost instantly, making you subconsciously hate yourself for the way your body responded so easily to him.

“Don't answer a question with another question.” His lips lifted into a small smirk and your heart simultaneously came out of your rib cage and crashed onto the asphalt.

His fingers played with yours for a while, his fingertips dragging over your skin, as if studying every feature and little imperfection. Your stomach twisted on itself as he intertwined his fingers with yours and squeezed your hand, drawing little imaginary circles on it with his thumb.

“Says the one who still haven't answered my initial question,” you replied in the same mischievous tone.

“Touché,” he chuckled “I guess… I just think it was easier.”

You frowned a little bit and he refrained himself from kiss it away.

“Easier?”.

He didn't answer this question, leaving it still hanging in the air. But the he leaned even closer to you, almost imperceptibly but when his lips lightly brushed yours, you forgot what that question was and even your damn name. “Push me away angel.”

You didn't do it even though you knew you had to.

Your brain was aware of it but your body couldn't move, instead it continued to crave his touch, his mouth on yours.

“Why?” you whispered as you brushed your lips against his again, and again, until every part of you exploded in desire and passion.

Were you going to regret it? Probably yes, but in that moment you couldn't care less, you were too caught up and overwhelmed by the hurricane that was Adam Ruzek to be able to think rationally.

“Because I might do something stupid…” he breathed out, having a hard time to keep control of himself, his hands tightening their grip on you. “Fuck… You drive me crazy.”

His lips continued brushing yours, this time in such a way you felt like you were being swallowed up by a hurricane and spat out and then thrown forcefully against a truck. Only a millimeter was missing, just a single one for the kiss you were both waiting and desiring so intensely.

You were both waiting for one of you to pull back, to realize the stupid thing you were about to do but neither of you did, even though you both knew if you crossed this line there would be no turning back. You had already crossed this line, sure, but you actually didn't remember a thing from the night you ended up in his bed.

There would be no alcohol or liquor to blame this time, just your stupid minds and bodies that didn't want to be apart from each other.

However a sudden thud made you literally jump and suddenly move away from him, panic starting to take over again as you feared your time had come. Nevertheless as soon as you realized the Ferris wheel was finally unblocked and it had started to rotate again, you let out a sigh of relief.

When you finally reached the ground, you came out of that cabin at the speed of light, almost bursting into tears when you realized it was really over.

Your gaze followed Adam for a moment, who started talking and laughing with Jay and Kim as if nothing had happened, as if he hadn't been about to kiss you until a few moments before.

Your friends were talking to you and asking how you were but your mind was completely elsewhere, still stuck in the moment when you were so close to him and about to kiss.

His eyes met yours for a moment. He looked at you with such intensity that your knees almost buckled, a little smirk on his lips making your heart drop with anticipation and that was probably the first time you were able to understand his unspoken words.

Whatever happened up there wasn't over.

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Happy Sunday Lovely Readers! 💛

We are halfway through Turn Back Time 🤯 This has most definitely been the most challenging of the three books to write, simply because I haven't had as much time to spend writing so I very much appreciate those of you who still like/comment/interact with these stories.

Chapter Fifteen is taking shape and is titled For Old Time's Sake...a little sneak peak below the cut if you're interested 😉

Their assessment of their suspect’s evasion techniques was cut short when Trudy appeared in the doorway of the garage. 

“The tap you put on the girlfriend’s phone just payed off. He wants her to meet him at the Red Bridge tonight at ten o’clock.”

It wasn’t a venue Kate was familiar with but, from the knowing look that Trudy shared with Hank, she could only assume that there was a case file somewhere with at least one member of the intelligence unit’s name attached and thankfully she didn't have to wait much longer before Hank confirmed her thoughts.

“Years back, Antonio got into some hot water with a diamond dealer.” Hank explained, casting a withering glare at Ruzek who looked as though Christmas had come early. “Case led us to a sex club called the Red Bridge.”

“A sex club?” Kate clarified, both brows lifting in surprise at the thought of the experienced ex-vice detective managing to get himself tangled in a web of debauchery that, given the nature of his day job, he was all too familiar with. 

“It’s a place where people go to have se-“

“Yeah, gathered that Ruz.” She interrupted with a roll of her eyes. “What I meant was what kind of sex club are we talking here?”

“Membership only.” Jay replied with a casual shrug, confirming her assumption that he had been one of the detectives leading point on the last undercover gig. “Light BDSM, swingers, power play…but mainly just Chicago’s elite paying a small fortune to indulge in their kink for voyuerism.”

It seemed that Chicago was no different to any other city she had policed over the last decade in that it was often the richest and most prominent members of society who deemed themselves important enough that they needn't be concerned with abiding by the law.

“I’m guessing that there’s a number of Chicago dignitaries on that membership list preventing us from getting a warrant?” She asked with a huff of irritation, shaking her head in disbelief when Hank dipped his chin into a nod. 

“Well this girl clearly means somethin’ to him if he’s meeting her instead’a gettin’ his ass  outta town.” Kevin said, folding his arms across his hulking chest and Kate had to admit, the same thought had crossed her own mind the moment Trudy mentioned Dolan’s  contact with his girlfriend. After narrowly avoiding capture on not one but two occasions, there weren’t many people who would chance their luck one more time in the name of a quick screw. 

“Clearly she’s the one if he’ll risk it all to have her with him.” Kim offered, a rosy blush staining her ivory cheeks when Adam glanced over at her with a wry smile, the two of them sharing a moment before Hank cleared his throat and Kim’s eyes dropped back to the floor. 

“That or he’s more of an idiot than we thought.” He grumbled, once again questioning his life choices when he caught Burgess and Ruzek sharing lovelorn looks at one another instead of focusing on the task at hand. “We’re gonna need to get some eyes inside.”

“Yeah but we’ve all been burned.” Jay said, scrubbing an irritated palm over his sweaty forehead. “Dolan’s gonna bolt the second he sets eyes on us.” 

“I haven’t.” 

Kate had been dropping off Alexis at daycare when Kevin, Adam and Kim had pinned Dolan down at a bar in Rogers Park and both she and Kevin had been watching the front of the house earlier when Jay and Hailey barricaded him in his backyard before he’d managed to flee. It wasn’t lost on Hank that this was the first time that Kate had willingly offered to take a UC assignment since the incident with Pulpo but he couldn’t be sure if it was because she was the only member of the unit Dolan wouldn’t recognise or because she genuinely felt ready but, regardless of her intentions, he was quick to dispel any discussion around the prospect of sending her in alone.

“You’re not going in solo.”

“Who said anything about going solo?” She retorted and for a moment he wondered if she was going to suggest drafting in young Torres for the assignment but, from the impish quirk of her lips, it soon became apparent just whom it was that she was suggesting as her UC partner. 

“How ‘bout it Sarg? For old time’s sake?”

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Let Me Decide

Hank Voight x Reader

You're a lot younger than Hank, hell you should've never looked his way considering you work at firehouse 51 and yet you couldn't resist the sergeant of the intelligence unit. When a bad day happens you take your back and forth with him into your own hands.

You hopped out of the ambulance, grabbing your med bag and looking over at Sylvie. You hated responding to a shooting because you never knew just what the hell you were walking into.  Especially when intelligence was involved.

The two of you met the patrolman that was covering the outside of the house “Well I hope no one is dying considering none of you seem to be in a god awful rush” you told him and saw Sylvie smirk slightly. He shook his head “No ma'am. Sergeant Voight just wanted one of his detectives checked out along with the perp before rolling out”

You rolled your eyes “Always a pleasure to act as his personal rolling clinic” “Well if it isn't my favorite Paramedic” You glanced up the steps to see Voight himself standing in the threshold of the house. 

You hated how damn attracted you were to him. He was quite a bit older than you, his son Justin was just a couple years behind you in high school. He had a hell of a reputation in Chicago and around your station house. He did things his own way and sometimes, well  most of the time those ways were less than morally north.

But he also ran the most successful unit in the CPD. The men and women under him were your friends. He worked non-stop no matter the case and no matter the background of the victim. He may be a little more on the grey side of the moral scale but the results spoke for themselves. He went at every one the same. Brown eyes, that damn gravel filled voice that went straight through you and that fucking smirk that drove you bat shit every time you had to respond to a call he was at.  

“Hello to you too Voight. I see you're fine so which of your detectives got hurt?” You asked, walking up to meet him. He held open the door, letting Sylvie in first then his eyes trailed over you “Ruzek rolled his ass up chasing the perp. I need to see if a trip to med is needed”

You shook your head “Ok then, show us to them”

You were sitting at the bar in Mollys eyeing the most recent concoction Herrman had sat in front of you, Cruz, Jay and Adam. “Boys, I don't think this is a case of ladies first. Besides if either of you go down don't you want me still standing to render aid?” You asked, looking between them.

Adam shrugged and tipped the green liquid back, grimacing slightly but then he shrugged “Not that bad actually” 

You watched him for a second before saying “Fuck it” and tipped back your own shot. You saw why he grimaced. It was very limey but for one of Herrmans mixes it was good. “Not bad” you nodded so Jay and Cruz followed after you.

Cruz motioned to Herrman for another round. Adam cut his eyes at Jay who shook his head. “Ok detectives. What was that about?” You asked, seeing Jay shoot Adam a glare before Adam turned to face you, leaning one arm on the bar “What's with you and Voight?”

“What do you mean?” You asked, looking between him and Jay. Cruz laughed “She's a little oblivious fellas” you spun around to face him and he threw his hands up “I think I just heard Kelly call me…from the other side of the bar” 

“Coward” you called after him before leveling Jay with a look “Halstead” he punched Adam's arm before saying “You and him flirt…like a lot.”

“I do not flirt with Voight” you argued, feeling your face warm. Adam nodded slowly “Yeah, Sure ya don't. And he doesn't get pissy when we have to roll an ambo any time it's not your shift so that means he hasn't gotten to see you”

“What?” You laughed and Jay shrugged “Just an observation” “about what?” Kevin asked as him, Hailey and Kim joined the three of you. “Voight's thing for her”

Your mouth fell open at Adam's answer but then Kevin nodded “Oh yeah. It's hilarious when we work a scene with fifty one. Ain't never seen Voight get dog walked before then” 

“Oh my god. I do not!” You gasped and Kim patted your back “Honey, ya kinda do” 

You shook your head “For fucks sake. You six are like kids trying to get your dad a date” Hailey shrugged “Maybe he'd get in a better mood” and all of you busted out laughing.

A week passed and you didn't give much more thought to their teasing. Hell Hank Voight struck you as the type of man that if he wanted something he'd go after it.

A call rang out summoning an ambulance to the north side. Sylvie slapped your foot where you’d had it propped up on the chair in front of you, currently beating Kelly at a game of poker “C’mon partner. We gotta go” you tossed your cards down and pointed at Kelly “I’ll get you later Severide” 

The two of you headed out to the bays and climbed into the rig with you driving. She shot you a smile as you pulled out onto the road. At least it was a nice day, winter was finally breaking and the roads weren’t iced over. 

“I’ll buy lunch since you bought breakfast” she offered and you grinned “You just want an excuse to hide from Matt” she raised an eyebrow “Says the lady who literally hid behind Chief the last time we worked a scene with PD so you wouldn’t have to talk to Voight!” 

You opened your mouth to argue but knew that would only push her point further. When you clamped your mouth closed she giggled, honest to god giggled. “I knew it! You have a thing for him! Hello daddy issues” your mouth fell open “Sylvie Brett!”

She shrugged “If it makes you happy and he treats you good” you shook your head “He doesn’t treat me anyway. Now no more teasing, we’re to the address”

___________

Hank was in his office when Adam walked to the open door and knocked on it “Hey, um boss” he cut his eyes up from the file in his hands “What is it Ruzek?”

“We got a call about a hostage situation. Three civilians and two medics from fifty one” he was on his feet and grabbing his jacket before Adam could finish talking. “Gear up, now!”

__________

Your eyes were glued to the gun in the man’s hand. Unconsciously you moved one hand to push Sylvie behind you. You couldn’t get your partner out of this situation but you’d be damned before you stood there and didn’t try to protect her. 

“What’s the end game here? I mean you have to know SWAT is gonna come through that door” you motioned to the door at the far end of the store. There were a total of five hostages including yourself and Sylvie.  He nodded “Oh, I know” he took a step towards you, close enough the gun brushed against your chest “But luckily for me I got a pretty little paramedic with a big mouth who wants to protect everyone else in here”

You glared at him, keeping one hand on Sylvie. You had to keep him calm until SWAT could respond. That meant staying calm yourself, despite the fear coursing through you. “Whatever you need me to do to get everyone out of here alive” you whispered, feeling your hands tremble. 

The sounds of sirens hit your ears and he smirked at you “Lets see what happens next”

________

He’d had to order the shot. There was no other way to get you out of the situation. When they’d breached you were held against the man’s chest, the barrel of his gun pushed into your temple. Your eyes had widened slightly when you saw Hank but your shoulders had loosened just a bit.

“Listen, you let her go..you got a chance of walking out of here” he tried to offer a way out but when the son of a bitch had the nerve to look him in the eye and smirk before saying “What if I wanna walk out of here with her” he gave the signal to Jay. 

You flinched when the blood splattered across your face but the moment you were free instead of running to Sylvie like he’d expected or to a member of his unit that he knew you were friends with, you ran straight to him. You wrapped both arms around his neck, your muscles fully relaxing once he pulled you to his chest “Thank you. Fuck, thank you. I was so damn scared until I saw it was you. I knew you’d get me out”

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You and Sylvie were on the couch in Hank’s office. She had one of Kevin’s spare jackets wrapped around her while Hank had taken the jacket off his back to put around you when a crime scene tech had been forced to take yours for evidence.

For the last couple hours you’d given your statements and both of you had fallen asleep when the adrenaline crashed down. The entire time no one dared to cross the threshold. Hank had told them in no uncertain terms to “Stay the hell out of my office and let them catch their breath”

You curled further into the jacket, the scent of Hank’s cologne comforting you despite everything that happened that day.You’d never been so fucking scared. Your job was insane enough but staring down a barrel of a gun? Having to offer yourself up to get her and innocent people to safety? 

The moment you knew it was Hank..you knew you’d be ok. You knew he’d get you out. You knew he wouldn’t let anything happen to you. Why were you waiting on him to make a move? You knew he was single, knew he had a thing for you as well. Why hadn’t you asked him out? 

 A knock at the door drew your attention and you smiled when Hank walked in, followed by Stella. “Your ride’s here” he teased with a smile. You grinned “Oh thank god, I thought I may have to deal with your driving again” Sylvie shook her head with a small smile “We can go?”

“You’re free to go” he agreed so she walked over to Stella. You started to walk after her and made it halfway into the bullpen before you realized you were still wearing Hank’s jacket. “Let me give his jacket back” you told Stella who nodded “Take your time” 

___________

You walked back to his office and tapped on the open door. He cut his eyes up and smiled when he saw you “Hey sweetheart, you forget something?” you motioned to the jacket “Well sergeant I was stealing this” he shook his head “Keep it. Looks better on you”

You felt your face warm “Hank Voight. Never would have pegged you for a flirt” he shrugged “Only when you’re around apparently” you rolled your lip between your teeth. After the day you had, you weren’t letting an opportunity go by “In that case, you have my number on my statement. Why don’t you use it and come pick me up Friday night?”

He raised an eyebrow “Excuse me?” you grinned “Come on Old man do I gotta spell it out” you stepped further into the office, leaning against the wall not far from his desk “I like you, you’re a pretty good man and damn good looking. I think you like me. So, do you want to go out friday night?”

He stared at you for a moment before shaking his head “You’re damn near young enough to be my kid” you couldn’t have stopped the smirk that slipped onto your face if you’d tried before you asked “Is that your way of telling me you want me to call you daddy? Because damn, at least wait until then”

He laughed “You’re something else you know that?” you nodded “I’ve been told. So, friday?” he smiled “Friday sweetheart”

__________

When you walked out of the office you heard Adam whisper to Hailey “I think we got her” you cut your eyes at him and smirked “I’ll see ya around Ruzek” he grinned “So does this mean I can call you when he’s mean to me?”

You shook your head “Ruz, let me go out on the date first before you want me to protect you. Damn!”

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Chicago Meets L.A

by JTFox Prompt by: SelaBudd13 Buck is Shay’s brother, he’s a navy seal. Married to Halstead. No one knows about him or that Halstead is married until Shay’s death. They see him at the funeral but don’t get time to ask who he is because he’s assigned to the 118 undercover for NCIS (served with Sam). What is the undercover assignment? Can Evan finish it before things take a turn for the worst? When he finishes the undercover assignment does he reunites with Halstead? Does he decide to work at 51? Words: 2562, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Chicago PD (TV), Chicago Fire, Chicago Med, 9-1-1 (TV), NCIS: Los Angeles Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Jay Halstead, Evan "Buck" Buckley, Greg "Mouse" Gerwitz, Hank Voight, Kim Burgess, Adam Ruzek, Kevin Atwater, Kelly Severide, Matthew Casey, Gabriela Dawson, Alvin Olinsky, Trudy Platt, Sylvie Brett, Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Bobby Nash, Athena Grant, Howie "Chimney" Han, Henrietta "Hen" Wilson, Maddie Buckley, Sam Hanna, G Callen, Kensi Blye, Marty Deeks Relationships: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Jay Halstead, Evan "Buck" Buckley & Greg "Mouse" Gerwitz Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, U.S. Navy SEAL Evan "Buck" Buckley, Undercover, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Hurt Evan "Buck" Buckley, Evan "Buck" Buckley Needs A Hug, Smut, Anal Sex, Sex Toys, Teasing, Porn With Plot, Dom/sub Play via https://ift.tt/6MTyXdk

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“i won’t stop until you let me take care of you!” “alright fine! fine! you can!”

The Halstead Sisters

So this was not a prompt I was expecting to get, but I hope you enjoy it anon! Set way, way into the future of It Was a One Night Stand Until I Woke Up Next to You with Jay and Kim's daughters. In this universe, Kim still adopts Makayla, but with Jay instead of Ruzek.

“Mom would say you’re acting like Dad.” Makayla sang into Penny’s ear, trying to ease her sister’s rigidness as she helped her little sister walk into the ED of Chicago Med. She waved a little at the head of the hospital, Mrs. Lockwood before she lowered Penny into a wheelchair. “Honestly Detective Penny Halstead, you dodge bullets for a living and you're scared to go to the doctor? When Uncle Will and I are both doctors?”

“Dr. Ward?” Even though Mak’s name had been officially changed to Ward-Halstead when Mom and Dad had adopted her, (Honestly, she couldn’t remember much of her childhood before that except for the odd night terror that still lingered in her subconscious. At least according to their head of psychiatry, Dr. Reese) she went by Dr. Ward at the hospital to keep the confusion down with her Uncle Will. She turned to see Mrs. Lockwood looking a little concerned. “Is your sister okay?” 

“I’m okay Mrs. Lockwood. It’s just a little stomach ache. My big sister is just being overly cautious.” Penny assured Makayla’s boss, even though she was doubled over in pain in the wheelchair. Makayla rolled her eyes as she shook her head slightly. 

“Eyes,” Penny scolded lightly, giving the perfect imitation of their mother before the charge nurse: Terrence Boden came to wheel her to a treatment room. 

“Can you page one of the Dr. Rhodes? I can’t remember if it’s Reese or Lucas that’s on call tonight, but I think it’s possible appendicitis, but I couldn’t formally diagnose it.” 

“Terrence, page Dr. Rhodes senior. Tell him it’s an emergency. If Dr. Ward’s diagnosis is correct, I want the hybrid OR prepped and ready to go just in case.” 

“Got it,” Terrance nodded, handing Penny off to another nurse as he went to grab the ED phone. Makayla turned to her boss, “You think we can’t wait?”

Mrs. Lockwood pushed a greying lock of hair out of her eyes. Her hair had just started to grow back after her last round of chemo therapy. “I’ve learned with appendicitis cases, it’s best not to try and push it. Do you know how long she has been like this?” 

“The person she had been seeing lately, called me a little while earlier. Said I might want to check on her, because Penny wasn’t listening to them about going to the hospital so I don’t know.” 

“Best to air on the side of caution then.”

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Upcoming Chicago PD fic - My Kind of Town

PD and original characters. A lighter moment.

“So what’s next for you?” Nina asks Kim. 

“I may go in as a customer. Either that or a homeless person.”

Kevin and Hailey look at one another, then smirk. Kim narrows her eyes at both of them. 

“What?” she asks. 

Neither one of them reply; they just continue to smirk.

“Out with it, ingrates,” she says. 

Another voice joins them from the office. “It could be those damned pink pens you use, Burgess,” Hank Voight says, an unfamiliar merriment in his voice. 

Kim looks at him in triumph. “Are you saying I’m a girly-girl, Sarge?”

“I would never say that, Officer Burgess. If you do go on the streets, just make sure you use some of Ruzek’s Eau de Residentially Challenged.” 

“Oh, I intend to. I might even use some of his clothes. And I may not brush my teeth for a week.”

“You can tell she was O’s partner once,” Kevin says. Nina detects a pause in the levity, but not for long, for their fallen comrade Alvin Olinsky.

Kim looks at Kevin. “Of course, Kev will be my date for any undercover stuff at the bar,” she says. 

Hailey snorts. “What? I’m not good enough for you, Princess?”

“Maybe the second date,” Kim intones. Hailey blows her a kiss.

Nina smiles inwardly, having never seen or heard this crew, including their boss, be this light.

“Can I see you for a moment, Counselor?” she asks. He smiles at her, then turns into his office. 

She catches all three of the cops sharing a smirk, then turning to her. She raises her eyebrow in a question.

“You thought he was pissed at you, didn’t you?” Hailey asks. 

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Operation baby Rixton

Kenny Rixton x Y/N Voight

Warning: A Story of Chaos, Pregnancy, and a Very Stressed-Out Husband, curse words.

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The Plan

Y/N Voight-Rixton was heavily pregnant, cranky, and bored out of her mind. She could either sit around waiting for labor to start… or she could give her loved ones an early taste of panic.

The plan was simple: fake labor, make them freak out, and bask in the pure, unfiltered chaos.

The first victim? Erin Lindsay.

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Victim #1: Erin Lindsay (The Pseudo-Sister Turned Accomplice)

The coffee shop was crowded, the perfect place for an absolutely dramatic breakdown. Y/N clutched her belly as they stood in line, eyes widening in faux shock.

Y/N: "Erin… oh my God. I think my water just broke."

Erin: "WHAT?!"

Erin immediately went into crisis mode, fumbling for her phone.

Erin: "Okay, okay, breathe! NO—I need to breathe! Who do I call? Kenny? 911? Hank? A priest?"

Y/N staggered for effect. "It’s happening so fast! I—oh God, I feel pressure!"

Erin: "SIT! NO, WAIT! STAND?! CRAP—DOES SOMEONE HAVE BOILING WATER?!"

Then Y/N smirked.

Y/N: "Gotcha."

Erin’s face went from terror to pure murder in seconds.

Erin: "…You little—"

Y/N burst out laughing.

Erin groaned, rubbing her temples. "You suck. But honestly? I respect it. Who’s next?"

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Victims #2: Kelly Severide & Stella Kidd (Firehouse Freakout)

The plan: fake a dramatic labor meltdown inside Firehouse 51.

The execution? Flawless.

Y/N and Erin walked into the lounge like women on a mission. Kelly and Stella were kicked back on the couch, completely unsuspecting.

Then Y/N gasped, gripping the counter for support.

Y/N: "Oh my God, Kelly! Stella! HELP!"

Kelly jumped up, spilling his coffee.

Kelly: "Shit—WHAT?!"

Stella: already panicking "WHAT DO WE DO?!"

Y/N let out a dramatic groan. "I—I think I need to PUSH!"

Kelly screamed.

Stella grabbed a towel and water. "OKAY! WE CAN DO THIS! YOU WATCH BABIES BEING BORN ON TV, RIGHT?!"

Kelly: "THAT’S NOT THE SAME, STELLA!"

Just before they started trying to actually deliver the imaginary baby—

Y/N: "Gotcha."

Kelly’s eye twitched. "You’re so lucky you’re pregnant."

Erin high-fived Y/N. "Still worth it."

Next stop? Burgess.

---

Victim #3: Kim Burgess (The Elevator Meltdown)

Kim was so easy to prank. The district elevator was the perfect trap.

As the doors shut, Y/N let out a loud gasp.

Y/N: "Oh—oh my God—"

Kim: "What?! What’s wrong?!"

Y/N: "I THINK MY WATER BROKE!"

Kim immediately SMASHED the emergency button.

Kim: "HELP! WOMAN IN LABOR! SEND BACKUP!"

Y/N groaned, gripping the railing. "Kim… I think you have to deliver the baby."

Kim: "NO. NOPE. NOT ME. PICK SOMEONE ELSE."

Y/N: "Kim, it’s coming fast! I—OH GOD!"

The elevator doors opened to reveal Erin, already recording.

Y/N: grinning "Gotcha."

Kim’s soul left her body.

Kim: "I. Hate. You."

Erin: "You should’ve seen your face!"

Kim: "I WAS READY TO RESIGN!"

Next? Jay and Ruzek.

---

Victims #4: Jay Halstead & Adam Ruzek (The Gym Disaster)

Y/N found Jay and Ruzek in the CPD gym, sparring in the boxing ring. Perfect.

She leaned against the ropes, cradling her stomach.

Y/N: "Ugh… I don’t feel so good…"

Jay: "Hey, you okay?"

Y/N let out a wheeze. "No—I—OH GOD!"

Ruzek: "OH, HELL NO!"

Jay: "WAIT, WAIT, WAIT—"

Y/N collapsed to her knees. "JAY! CATCH THE BABY!"

Jay screamed.

Ruzek took off running. Literally.

Y/N: "GOTCHA!"

Jay: panting "I—I'm never trusting you again."

Ruzek peeked from behind the locker. "Is it safe now?"

Erin: dying of laughter "Absolutely not."

Next? Antonio and Kevin.

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Victims #5: Antonio Dawson & Kevin Atwater (The Squad Room Panic)

Y/N stormed into the district, clutching her belly. Antonio and Kevin were at their desks, drinking coffee.

Y/N: "Guys… oh my God…"

Antonio: "You okay?"

Y/N let out a horrific groan.

Kevin: "…Oh, hell no."

Antonio: "SHIT—SIT DOWN! NO—STAND UP? WAIT—"

Kevin: "WHY ARE WE THE ONES HERE?!"

Y/N: "CALL SOMEONE! I—I THINK I NEED TO PUSH!"

Antonio and Kevin yelled. Kevin ran into the hallway screaming for Hank. Antonio grabbed a towel.

Then—

Y/N: "Gotcha."

Kevin stopped mid-run.

Antonio froze.

Kevin: "You… absolute menace."

Y/N: grinning "Love you, Kev."

Erin: "That was so worth it."

Next? Trudy Platt.

---

Victim #6: Trudy Platt (The HR Complaint Waiting to Happen)

Trudy was the hardest to crack. But Y/N had an edge—she was a Voight.

She limped into Trudy’s office, letting out a dramatic gasp.

Trudy: "You are not going into labor in my office."

Y/N: "Too late—"

Trudy stared.

Y/N doubled over. "Trudy—it’s happening!"

Trudy stood up. "Don’t you DARE have that kid on my carpet."

Y/N whimpered.

Trudy: "DO NOT—"

Y/N: grinning "Gotcha."

Trudy: "You are banned from my office."

Erin: "I think that means she loves you."

Now? The grand finale.

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Victims #7 & #8: Hank Voight & Alvin Olinsky (The Father’s Meltdown)

Y/N wobbled into Hank Voight’s office.

Hank: "Why do you look like you’re about to commit a felony?"

Y/N gasped. "Dad… it’s happening."

Hank immediately stood. "Alvin—get the car—"

Alvin: "SHIT—OKAY—"

Hank: "I swear to God, if I have to deliver my grandkid in this office—"

Y/N: "Gotcha."

Silence.

Hank stared.

Alvin blinked.

Hank: "…You are so grounded."

Final Victim: Kenny Rixton (The Ultimate Panic Attack)

Y/N had saved the best for last. Every prank before this? Just a warm-up. Kenny? Oh, he was going to be a masterpiece of chaos.

The setup was perfect—late evening, dim lighting, and just enough time before Kenny got home from shift. She scattered baby essentials everywhere—hospital bag by the door, random onesies on the couch, and a strategically placed puddle of water on the floor (courtesy of a knocked-over water bottle).

She grabbed her phone and dialed Kenny’s number.

Kenny: "Hey, sweetheart. Heading home soon—"

Y/N: "KENNY. I THINK IT’S TIME."

Silence. Then—

Kenny: "WHAT?! RIGHT NOW?! OKAY—SHIT—" rustling noises, the sound of something falling "DO NOT MOVE. I’M COMING. BREATHE. OH GOD, I’M GONNA PASS OUT."

She bit back laughter.

Y/N: "It hurts so bad, babe. I—I don’t think I can make it to the hospital!"

Kenny: "WHAT DO YOU MEAN?! I—HOLD ON—" loud crashing sound "FUCK—THAT WAS A LAMP—"

She heard a car door SLAM.

Kenny: "I’M SPEEDING. TELL THE BABY TO WAIT. I’M—OH SHIT, A COP—"

Y/N widened her eyes. No way.

Y/N: "Kenny, did you just run a red light?!"

Kenny: "I’LL PAY THE DAMN FINE! I’D COMMIT A FELONY FOR YOU, WOMAN!"

She nearly died laughing.

By the time he stormed through the front door, he looked insane—sweating, panting, shirt half-untucked.

Kenny: "I GOT YOU, BABY—" trips over the hospital bag, faceplants "—FUCK—"

Y/N dramatically clutched her belly. "Kenny, catch the baby!"

Kenny scrambled to his knees. "WHAT?! WHERE?! SHIT—DO I BOIL WATER?! WHY DO PEOPLE BOIL WATER?!"

Y/N wheeze-laughed.

Y/N: "Gotcha."

Kenny froze.

Blink.

Once.

Twice.

Kenny: "…I am going to kill you. After you give birth. In a very loving way."

Y/N burst out laughing, holding her belly as Kenny collapsed onto the couch, hands over his face.

Kenny: "You made me commit a moving violation for a prank."

Y/N: "Worth it."

Kenny groaned. "If I go to jail, you better name the baby after me."

Y/N: "Kenny Jr. it is."

Erin, peeking from the doorway: "BEST. PRANK. EVER."

Mission accomplished.

[kamryn1963]

Chicago PD fanfic

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Chicago PD (TV) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Major Character Death Characters: Hank Voight, Erin Lindsay, Trudy Platt, Alvin Olinsky, Antonio Dawson, Kevin Atwater, Kim Burgess, Adam Ruzek, Jay Halstead, Hailey Upton Additional Tags: Snapshots, Reflection, Canon-Typical Violence, Canonical Character Death, Angst, Sad Ending, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Stabbing, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Kidnapping, Racism, Panic Attacks, I Don't Even Know, Intelligence Unit as Family (Chicago PD)

Summary:

Snapshots through the years, as Hank watches the job slowly destroy his team one by one.

Notes: This was a little hard to tag but I tried my best. This is also a new formatting I'm trying with snapshots, so I hope everyone is able to follow/understand it okay.

Enjoy!

Hank had only been running the Intelligence unit for two months when Jules Willhite was murdered. That’s the first time Hank saw his team start to fracture. He saw how the grief affected them all, specifically Antonio and Erin. 

How more arguments and disagreements started happening through his unit, more accusations. Less trust and his fragile team he’d started building, started splitting. 

And that was just the beginning of the end. That first year was hell for all of them. 

First Jules was killed, then Diego was kidnapped, Antonio was shot and nearly lost his life, then Jin was killed. And each time his team suffered the price. 

… 

Erin. 

Hank had always been proud of Erin. How she turned her life around from when he met her as a tennager, and became a great cop, a detective he was proud of. And then Gregory Yates happened. Hank watched as Erin slowly spiraled. First Nadia’s death then Bunny back in her life. Hank tried, but Erin was too far gone, too far in Bunny’s grasp and her grief. 

Even when she eventually came back to Intelligence Hank still saw the haunted look in her eyes that never seemed to leave. 

Soon Justin would be dead and a year later Erin gone. One of Hank’s greatest fears had come true and he saw how the job destroyed Erin like he always feared. 

And he’d been too late. Too late to fully save Erin. Maybe New York would be good for her. That’s all Hank could hope for. After she stopped answering his messages and calls he hoped she’d just found a better life. 

… 

Trudy. 

Trudy had always been the strongest of them. Out of Hank, Trudy and Alvin, Trudy had always been the one who could bounce back the quickest. 

Even as they got older and Trudy suffered a career ending injury and was forced to desk duty, she was always a force to be reckoned with. So finding her about to kill the man who murdered her father, shook Hank a bit. She’d never been involved in that sort of revenge the same as Hank and Alvin were. 

“He killed my dad”. Trudy sobbed and Hank could only hold her. 

“I know, I know he did, Dee. But you wouldn’t be able to live with yourself”. Hank knew he couldn’t. 

Trudy wasn’t the same headstrong woman he’d known for almost thirty years after that.

… 

Alvin. 

The next person Hank watched the job completely destroy was Alvin. Hank had been watching the live drain from Alvin’s eyes for years. There wasn’t much of a spark there when they met and Hank had just seen it dim as the years went on. 

After that day with Pulpo, Alvin had never been the same. After Lexi was killed, Hank was honestly surprised Alvin didn’t kill himself. 

Hank had seen the way Alvin would look at his gun, with longing almost, in his eyes. Hank started taking Alvin’s gun at the end of the day even though Alvin would never hand over his backup no matter what Hank said or threatened. Hank and Meredith came to an understanding that year as Hank was over there so much making sure Alvin had survived the night. 

Over the next year Alvin turned into a shell of himself, a man Hank barely recognized anymore. And he hated it. So much. 

So he wasn’t surprised when Alvin took the blame for Bingham’s death. Alvin was loyal, always had been, but Hank knew it wasn’t just that. 

“I got this, man”. Alvin rasped but as Hank looked into his dying best friend’s eyes, he knew the words were full of shit. 

“I know, they're going to fix you up, your-your going to be alright”. 

Lies

Lies

Lies

… 

Antonio. 

Hank’s not sure how he missed it. That Antonio was doing drugs. But there he was holding Antonio as he cried and tried to explain what had happened, how he’d developed an addiction to painkillers. 

“It’s okay, it’s okay”. Is all Hank could mutter as Antonio cried. 

But it wasn’t okay, it never was. 

Hank watched as Adam was arrested for Antonio’s crime and good god did he want to shake Adam for doing something so stupid like following in Alvin’s footsteps. 

Adam got home safely in the end but Antonio resigned and was gone before Hank could even convince him to stay. Maybe it was for the best. 

Another cop this job had destroyed.

… 

Kevin. 

Hank knew this wasn’t the first time Kevin experienced racism. And that it wouldn’t be the last. But that doesn’t mean Hank didn't see how it affected him. 

Antonther member of his team was shot, injured that year. Hank saw the fire dim in Kevin’s eyes after that. Even when things had quieted down Hank knew the damage was done. 

Kevin still came to work everyday, did his job but Hank was stuck watching another one of his cops, who had the potential to be a great police officer, suffer.

… 

Kim. 

Since Kim joined Intelligence, Alvin’s words that day were always at the front of his brain. 

“This job is going to rip her heart out and I don’t want a front row seat”. 

Alvin was right. It had. And Hank had the front row seat to watch it all. Sometimes over alcohol while feeling miserable for himself in his empty house, Hank thought about Kim. How eager she’d been to join Intelligence. Her smile that day in the hospital, stitches in her face when he offered her Erin’s empty spot. And her smile again the second time he offered her a spot in Intelligence and she accepted his offer. 

How that eagerness and her smile faded as the years went on. 

Instead of Alvin, Hank had to watch as this job destroyed another one of his cops, how PTSD slowly turned her into a hardened cop. Hank didn’t want that, not another cop with a bright spirit hardened by the force. 

Kim eventually came back to work, but Hank knew this might’ve just been something she couldn’t fully put behind her. 

… 

Adam. 

Adam. He’d been too naive, too wild and immature and Hank wasn’t surprised when it didn’t last long. He thinks it might’ve been his arrest that fully mellowed Adam out. Maybe Alvin’s death. 

Hank just knew that putting Adam undercover with the Beck’s years later was one of his biggest regrets. 

“I don’t have PTSD”. Hank had almost laughed when Adam said that. 

“You need to get help, Adam”. They’d met up later over a drink after the case was closed and Adam had talked to Kim.

“I’m fine, Boss”. Adam replied avoiding eye contact. 

“You're not fine. You need help”. Hank left soon after that. There was no point in going back and forth, Hank had learned that a long time ago. 

Hank couldn’t lose another one. Not Adam. 

… 

Jay. 

Hank wanted to say he was surprised when Jay handed in his resignation but part of him wasn’t. He headed to the airport hoping to catch Jay before he boarded his plane. 

Hank knew there was no changing Jay’s mind so he just stuck his hand out. Jay looked at it for a moment before shaking it. 

“Stay safe”. There’s so much Hank wanted to say. But he couldn’t. He didn’t think Jay would want to hear it so Hank didn’t even bother. 

“I’ll try”. Jay replied and they exchanged a nod before Jay walked away. 

Another member of his team, his family, is gone. 

… 

Hailey. 

Hank knew he dragged her down with him. Jay had been right that night. After Roy, she changed. A shell of herself and Hank knew it was his fault. As much as he tried telling himself that he had tried to get her to leave, and she chose not to, he knew it was his fault. 

“Hailey?” Hank asked as he walked into the locker room finding Hailey having a panic attack as Jay tried to calm her. 

They both looked up at him as he spoke. Jay glared before turning back to his wife while Hailey just stared at him before gasping for breath again. 

“I’m fine, I’m fine”. Hailey mumbled as she shrugged Jay’s hand up and sat up, wiping her tears. 

Hank didn’t say anything as Jay aimed his glare back at him. Hank just nodded before heading back to his team. He’d clearly caused enough damage. 

He destroyed Hailey like he’d destroyed Alvin, Erin, Antonio, Kim, Adam, Jay. 

Maybe it wasn’t just the job. 

… 

Hank. 

The job had been slowly killing him longer than Hank would admit. The long years of watching others suffer, knowing you were failing the people you are in charge of. Losing Camille than Justin, Erin, Alvin, Noah, had all taken its toll on Hank. But he couldn’t complain because it was his fault. . 

Hank could only hope, tied to a chair in whatever warehouse he’d been brought to, that Trudy would look after the unit. Take better care of them than Hank could. 

“You have one call, Voight”. Frank Matson said as he reentered the room where Hank was slowly bleeding to death from the three stab wounds he’d already sustained. 

“Go to hell”. Hank refused to make a call. He wouldn’t do that. His team had already suffered enough and even if calling meant they’d be able to track the call and find him, Hank wouldn’t risk their lives again. 

“You know I’ve been watching you. You're all alone”. Hank turned Matson out as he looked down at his shirt that was slowly soaking through with blood. 

Matson wasn’t wrong. 

His silence seemed to tick Matson off as he was in front of him with the knife again. This time Hank fought unintentionally injuring himself further. Or maybe it was intentional. Before Matson got tired of his refusal and lured a member of his team into danger. 

As the world went dark and Hank’s head lolled forward, he knew he was another person who this job had destroyed. Hank didn’t like thinking of his first few years on the job. The bittersweet memories of his family. But one thing Hank knew is he was happier back than. 

It wasn’t just the job that destroyed his team. It was Hank. He knew he couldn’t blame the job anymore. Hank hadn’t protected them as much as a sergeant should and they all paid the price. 

Hank’s final thought was that maybe the team would finally heal now.