#alvin olinsky fanfiction

[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...

[kamryn1963]

the end of the world [febuwhump 2025] chicago pd edition

Somehow, with no planning or pre writing and deciding I was going to compete on Feb 1st, I managed to write 67.8k in a month for Febuwhump. I'm so glad, and tired, lol

@febuwhump

Summary: 28 days of whump oneshots, for Febuwhump 2025

Chapter 1: Vocal Chords

Chapter 2: Holding Back Tears

Chapter 3: Major Character Death

Chapter 4: Die A Hero

Chapter 5: Not Trusting Reality

Chapter 6: Forced To Stay Awake

Chapter 7: Alternate Timeline Self

Chapter 8: Bleeding Out

Chapter 9: Necromancy

Chapter 10: In Another Life

Chapter 11: Demonic Possession

Chapter 12: Used As Practice

Chapter 13: "I Don't Trust Anyone Else"

Chapter 14: Becoming The Monster

Chapter 15: Icarus

Chapter 16: Eaten Alive

Chapter 17: Feeding Tube

Chapter 18: Living Weapon

Chapter 19: Death Wish

Chapter 20: "I Did Good Right?"

Chapter 21: Put On Display

Chapter 22: "Grab The Little One"

Chapter 23: Gunshot Wound

Chapter 24: Forced To Beg (part 1)

Chapter 25: Bound And Gagged (part 2)

Chapter 26: Concealing An Injury

Chapter 27: Pick Who Dies

Chapter 28: Recovery

[chicago-pd-is-weird]

Hank Voight Oneshot

Synopsis: When Hank is injured in an explosion, the team comes to the hospital to comfort him, each in their own way.

Requested by: @andgry4

Hank had always gone first. That was his policy. He couldn’t wait for the bomb squad. He had to go in.

“Stay here, everyone stay here!” He commanded. As he met Erin’s eyes, he could tell she didn’t want him to go. She wanted to protest, but Hank’s look kept her in place.

“Hank,” Erin started, but Hank didn’t care. He slowly pushed open the door.

“Everyone back up,” he said, looking back to Erin, Antonio, and the rest of intelligence. All of them were ready to jump in with Hank, to literally ride or die. But he wouldn’t have it. Reluctantly, all of them backed up into the street. Hank nodded and looked back into the house, to the woman’s screams. He let out a breath, then stepped inside.

He knew every step could be his last. Turning on his flashlight, he walked through the house, slow and careful. He checked every step before moving through, toward the begging woman. Every step made his heart beat faster, but somehow he couldn’t find the woman. “Where are you?!”

The woman didn’t answer him directly, continuing to beg for help. “Please, please help me! Please, I’m over here!”

Hank, although calm on the outside, had adrenaline pumping through his veins. He couldn’t see her anywhere. He moved by sound, getting to the middle of the house. The sound was the loudest, but looking around with his flashlight, he didn’t see her.

The sound then stopped, and some mechanical clicking could be heard. Hank looked down, and saw a small tape player with several wires sticking out of it, leaning to some barrels.

“Shit,” he mumbled, then turned and ran toward the front of the house as it began rapidly beeping. He was nearly there before it exploded, and he was pushed out onto the grass, debris landing with him, fire everywhere. The last thing he remembered was a blaze and hearing several voices yelling his name.

—

“So how long?” Hank huffed. He hated hospitals in general, mostly because Camille spent her last few days in one.

“A week,” Will Halstead replied. “I’m sorry, Sergeant, but we need to keep you here at least that long to make sure no complications arise. And to make sure you rest. I know if I let you leave, you’ll go right back to work.”

“Damn right I will,” Hank replied, shaking his head. “I’m fine.”

“You got blown up and had to have surgery. You’re not ‘fine,’ you’re recovering.”

Hank huffed again, crossing his arms despite the pain it caused him, even with the medicine in his system. “Alright, fine then.”

“Good,” Will replied. “Now rest. Your body needs it.”

Hank grumbled in reply, but let his eyes close and his body rest, as suggested. He did need it, despite his protests and tough exterior. He’d never admit it, though, as he relaxed into the bed, listening to the steady beeping of the heart monitor beside him. It wasn’t too comforting, but it was constant.

—

Three days in, Hank was nearly restless. His body definitely wasn’t ready to leave, but his mind was. He tried too hard to push himself beyond what he was physically capable of, despite protests from all the doctors. They even sent in a shrink to talk to him, which he refused. Not to mention the hospital food was not great. Everyone had been in and out to see him once or twice, but only briefly since they were working the case. They’d comforted him and let him know that Trudy had taken his place for a few days until the case was solved and the perp was behind bars.

Hank wouldn’t want any other sergeant to step into his shoes except Trudy, so it brought him some comfort to know his unit was in good hands. Nevertheless, he begged for every detail anyone would spare when they visited him.

Finally, when the case was solved, Alvin came into the room to give Hank the news. He sat beside him, handing him a burger he had snuck in his coat pocket. He also handed Hank a small bag of fries from his coat pocket. “We got him. He won’t hurt anyone else.”

“And the woman?” Hank asked, his mouth already full from the delicious burger.

“She was already dead. The recording you heard had been taken when she was first kidnapped.”

Hank sighed as his heart sank. “Damn it.”

Alvin nodded, letting the silence wash over them as they both ate.

After a few moments, Hank spoke again. “How’s everyone else taking it?”

Alvin shrugged and met his eyes. “I think better than you are.”

“I got blown up for a dead girl. Of course I wanted to save her. If I knew she was already dead-“

“If we knew she was dead, you wouldn’t have gone into that house and gotten your ass blown to smithereens.”

Hank glared at Alvin, but knew it was a joke. He rolled his eyes as he finished his meal, crumpling up the paper and tossing it across the room into the garbage can. “Thanks,” he said, shooting Al a pointed look.

“You’re welcome,” Al replied, standing up. “Everyone wants to see you today, yaknow? Since the case is closed.”

“Yeah,” Hank grumbled. He welcomed the company, seeing as he was going insane just sitting there, but hated that they had to come see him because he was stuck in the room. He was frustrated.

“I’ll bring some whisky later.”

“Thanks,” Hank replied, nodding to his closest friend as he left the room. Hank sighed, readjusting in the bed and sitting up, despite the pain it caused him. He groaned, leaning back just as Erin came into the room.

“Already trying to leave?”

Hank cracked a small smile. Erin always made him smile. “I’ve been trying to leave since they brought me here.”

“I know,” she replied. “Last time I was here, you were chomping at the bit. Looks like you mellowed out a little.”

“No, just got tired.”

“Hank Voight? Tired? You must be getting old.”

Hank rolled his eyes at her, but she took his hand. He looked down as both of her hands engulfed his. “Old? That means you’re getting old too.”

Erin laughed a little, shaking her head. “You know… when you came out that door, and the whole thing blew, I… I saw your body fly. I thought you were dead.”

Hank looked her over. “Takes a lot more than that to kill me.”

“We lost Camille six years ago. I just… assumed the worst. It’s like all the feelings from her death came back to me all over again.”

Hank squeezed her hand. “Now you know how I feel about you when you throw yourself headfirst into danger.”

Erin laughed dryly, using one hand to wipe her face, tears spilling over. “Yeah, well, I’m thirty years younger than you.”

“That many?”

“I’m glad you’re finding this amusing.”

Hank smiled again. It made him happy to be around her. From day one, Erin has cheered him up, even while at work. She filled part of the gap Camille had left in his soul.

.

After Erin had left, Hank was tired, more so than he expected. He realized maybe it was good that he was forced to rest in the hospital. Otherwise, he might be on his office couch right now, napping. He closed his eyes and listened to the steady beeping once more, coaxing him into a light slumber.

He didn’t open his eyes again until he heard the door to his room slide open. Drawing in a breath, he opened his eyes and blinked a few times. Antonio walked in and to his bedside. “Hey, how are you doing?”

“Fine,” Hank replied with a shrug. “They told me to rest for the week.”

“Yeah,” Toni replied. “I wish I could rest for the whole week.”

“No you don’t,” Hank replied, looking to him. “That’s why you’re part of my unit.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” Antonio said with a shrug and a soft smile. “That means if you’re anything like me, you’re going stir crazy.”

“You read my mind.” Hank shrugged.

Antonio hummed and patted his shoulder. “Then that also means you’re exhausted and should rest.”

“You think so?” Hank stated, sarcasm dripping from his words. He didn’t want to rest and was frustrated he had to. “So who’s running the unit for the next four days?”

“I guess Platt, loosely,” he replied with a shrug. “I’ll make sure everyone stays on topic, though. Don’t worry.”

“I can always count on you.”

Antonio smiled slightly, then pulled something from his pocket. “Oh, here, Diego wrote you a get well note.”

Hank hummed and took the folded paper from Antonio, inspecting it, then opening it up to read it. It was short, but sweet.

Dear Sgt. Voight,

I hope you feel better soon. You need to keep saving people like me from the bad guys. Thanks for helping my dad and me.

Sincerely,

Diego Dawson

Hank smiled up at Antonio. “Tell him thanks.”

“Sure,” Antonio replied. “He couldn’t spell ‘Sergeant,’ so he used the abbreviation.” He laughed, then patted Hank’s shoulder again. “Get some rest. Seriously.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Hank replied, waving his hand dismissively as Antonio left. He chuckled softly and set the card on the table beside him. Then, he allowed himself to close his eyes once more.

.

The next day, Kim was the first one to visit, bright and early. “Hey, Sarge,” she said softly as the door pushed open. “How are you feeling?”

Hank looked up, having already been awake. “I’m alright. Shouldn’t you be at work?”

“Oh, we cleared it with Platt. I hope that’s alright.”

Hank looked at if he was thinking about it for a moment before nodding. “Alright, I guess so.”

“Good, cause I brought breakfast. Al told me what you like.” She pulled out a small paper bag from beneath her coat. “Sausage, egg, and cheese bagel.”

Hank smiled, taking the bag of food from her. “Thanks, Burgess.”

“Well, I mean, you were there for me when I got shot. Only fair I’m here for you now.”

Hank nodded, looking at her as he ate. She also had a bagel sandwich, taking a seat beside him to eat with him. “How have you been? Really, I mean, adjusting to intelligence is a hard move. Everything been good with Olinsky?”

“Yeah, Sarge. It’s all really great. Thank you.” Kim smiled brightly. “Although, can I confess? There’s just one thing that’s bothering me about working here.”

Hank raised a brow, but nodded. “Go ahead.”

“I just really hated seeing you blown up, you know? Is that going to be a regular occurrence?”

Hank laughed softly, shaking his head at the young officer he’d recently taken into his unit. “I dunno, Burgess. It’s never happened before. Is you getting shot going to be something I should worry about?”

“Gosh, I hope not,” she replied, shaking her head with a smile. “I never want to do that again.”

“Yeah, I can understand why. Hospitals suck.”

“I know, right!” Kim said, nodding. “Like, I’m just supposed to lay there all day?”

Hank smiled. “You know, they say doctors make the worst patients, but I doubt that. I think cops are by far the worst.”

“Yeah, me too.”

The two of them chatted for a bit longer, Kim finishing her sandwich, then pulling out another bag. “Here, take one.” She opened the bag and held it out to Hank.

When he peered inside, there were two donuts. Hank smiled and took one out, a chocolate frosted one with sprinkles, leaving Kim the strawberry frosted one with sprinkles. “Cheers,” he said, holding out the donut.

“Cheers,” Kim mirrored, pressing her donut to his for a moment before they both ate.

.

Later on that day, Hank was practically restless, and he gave the nurses hell for it. He wanted out. He needed to leave the room and the bed. When the door to his room slid open, he sighed heavily, looking to see which nurse had come to calm him that time. He was surprised to see Adam and Kevin walk through the door, Kevin pushing a wheelchair.

“Please tell me that’s for me.”

“That’s right, Boss. We’ve come to temporarily release you from your captivity.”

“Thank goodness,” Hank said, already sitting up and swinging his legs over the side of the bed. Kevin and Adam helped him up, which he verbally refused, but physically needed. When they got him settled, Kevin pushed the wheelchair as Adam walked alongside them.

“Just a few more days, then you’re out of here, Boss.”

“Can’t come soon enough, Ruzek.”

“I hear that, Sarge,” Kevin chimed in. “If it were me, I would’ve run away by now.”

“Kev, shut up, the nurses said not to give him any ideas.” Adam laughed and shook his head. “They told us you’ve been giving them hell all day.”

“Yeah, that’s why we bargained to get you a wheelchair. As long as you stay in the wheelchair.”

Hank hummed in thought, then nodded. “Fine. Only because I know if I run now, Maggie will strap me to that damn bed.”

“If you ran now, Sarge, we’d be your wingmen.” Kevin laughed earning another small slap from Adam.

Adam smiled. “You gotta rest, though. That way you can take intelligence back.”

“Yeah, how was today without me?” Hank looked up at Adam and Kevin behind him. The two looked at one another, then both shrugged in unison.

“It was… something. Let’s just say it’s a good thing we don’t have a case right now,” Adam said, seemingly disappointed. “Look, it’s all fine and good, Boss, but without you, we don’t really have a structure. I mean, Antonio stepped up to fill in your shoes, but… they’re big shoes to fill.”

Kevin nodded a little in affirmation. “Yeah, I think he could do it, eventually, but he’s not you, and we’re expecting you from him. It’s just not fair. He was set up for failure.”

“So he doesn’t get the same respect you do,” Adam continued. “And it causes issues between all of us. Platt tried to help out, and it did help some, but she’s not you either. We followed her orders because we had to. She outranks us.”

Hank sighed softly as he listened to the two go on about the day. He wanted to leave before, but the urge was now magnified by a thousand percent. He needed to run his unit. He didn’t want to sit in the hospital, knowing they were in turmoil and therefore in danger if they were out in the field.

When the silence overtook the three of them, Adam chimes in first. “You okay, Boss?”

“Yeah,” Hank mumbled. He was discouraged and overall tired, tired of lying in bed and doing nothing, but what else could he do? He doubted Will would let him out of the hospital, let alone clear him to go back to work. His body was tired from moving so much that day. His mind was tired from fighting. He was just tired.

Adam and Kevin seemed to pick up on this and helped Hank back into his bed once arriving back at his room. They said their goodbyes and parted ways, letting Hank rest. He took the opportunity to close his eyes, drifting off again.

.

Later that night, Jay came in, Mouse in tow. The two of them brought Hank some dinner, takeout from a Chinese place he liked. Hank thanked them, looking between the two of them. “How was today?” He asked, chomping at the bit to be back.

Jay shrugged. “It was fine, I guess. Not the same without you.”

Mouse nodded in agreement, though he was a man of few words outside of when he was working. “I agree, Sergeant.”

Hank hummed as he picked at the food. “Can you talk to your brother and tell him to let me out of here?” He met Jay’s eyes. Although his tone was lighter and joking, his eyes were serious, a heavy weight on his shoulders. It was as if they could physically see what was weighing Hank down - being cooped up in a room and seeing his unit spiral without him. He took care of his unit and seeing them like this wasn’t right in his mind.

Jay nodded. “Look, I’ll see what I can do. But you have to stop fighting the nurses. April and Maggie are ready to slip sedatives in your IV.”

Hank laughed dryly. He didn’t care anymore, in fact, he wished they would do he wouldn’t have to spend his waking moments waiting to leave the hospital.

Mouse looked over Hank, then looked to Jay. “How much longer?”

“Three days,” Hank groaned, putting his hands to his head and leaning back on the bed. “All I’ve done is lay here. I’m going insane.”

Jay moved out of the room to talk to his brother, to see if there was any way Hank could be discharged earlier. Mouse sat down awkwardly beside Hank’s bed. “Look, you should eat. You need to eat to get better.”

“I don’t need a lecture on how to get better. I just need to do it, now.”

Mouse shrugged a little. “Look, I’ve known a lot of guys like you in the army. It’s tough. I get it.”

“You’re not the one lying in this damned bed, Mouse.”

“You’re right,” he replied with a shrug. “But I’ve been there. You’ll get through it.”

Hank huffed. “Be honest with me. How bad was it today?”

Mouse met Hank’s eyes, then sighed. “Pretty bad.”

Hank leaned back in bed, closing his eyes. “See, I need to be out there.”

Mouse thought for a moment, then shrugged. “Does a mama bird carry her babies to teach them how to fly?”

“What?” Hank asked, looking to Mouse with a cocked eyebrow.

“Well,” Mouse said, leaning forward in the chair. “You see, a mama bird doesn’t do that. She pushes them from the nest and lets them fly on their own. It might take some getting used to, and they might fall down, but the baby birds learn to fly.”

Hank blinked, taken aback. “Are you… comparing me to a mother bird?”

“Alright, look, that’s not the point. The point is Intelligence needs to figure out how to work without you, so that someday in the future, the far future, hopefully, it can run without you.”

Hank looked over Mouse, then slowly nodded. “I guess…” he mumbled.

Jay came back in after a moment of silence between the two of them. “Hey, Will said it’s a no-go. Sorry, Sarge. I tried my best. Even bargained.”

“Thanks,” Hank replied, glancing to Jay. “It’s alright. It’s only… three more days.” Hank sighed once more. Of course, he was already halfway done, but that didn’t mean the last three days wouldn’t be a slow drag.

“Try to stay optimistic, Sarge. Call us if you need anything, alright?” Jay walked over and patted Hank’s shoulder to give him comfort before the two of them left.

Hank laid awake for a while, thinking about everything Mouse had said. He mused, his mind wandering to other things, then he eventually fell asleep.

—

The next two days came and went without much event. The Intelligence members came and went, bringing food and small gifts to help Hank not go crazy, like magazines and newspapers and whatever else they could get their hands on.

Finally, the last day arrived. Hank was getting ready to get discharged. Although Will didn’t clear him for field work, he told him he could return to strict desk duty. That didn’t bother Hank much, knowing it was only temporary. He just wanted to be behind his desk - period. Even if it meant he napped back there. Although he had gotten much stronger in the last two days, he was still in a lot of pain, and he was very often tired, even though he hadn’t been doing much.

Hank was buttoning up his shirt when someone came into the room. Who stood before him, but Trudy Platt, of course. Hank smiled slightly to her. “Trudy, to what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Well, I heard you’re getting out of here. Figured you’d need a ride seeing as you came here in an ambo.”

“That’s a pretty good assumption.” He leaned on the bed as he walked, Trudy moving over and offering her arm, which Hank took. He had been offered a cane, but refused it, though he needed it.

“So, you’re cleared for desk duty?”

“It’s something,” he replied with a shrug. “I’ll have Mouse to keep me company in the office.”

Trudy nodded as she helped him out to her vehicle and into the passenger seat. “I’m just downstairs too, if you need me, Hank. I know you don’t like to ask for help, but I’m here for anything you need.”

“I know. Thanks,” he replied, nodding to her and looking down at the cane that was leaning against the passenger seat. “Damn it, they gave it to you?”

“Yep,” Trudy said, closing the door then getting into the driver’s seat to take Hank back to 21. “Can’t escape it that easily.”

“It’s embarrassing.”

“Hey, when I got shot in the ass, I used a cane for three months. I was thirty-something.”

“Yeah, I remember, you milked it every time I saw you.”

Trudy nodded. “And now’s your payback. You’re welcome.”

“Very funny.”

.

When they arrived back at the district, Hank used the cane and Trudy’s arm to get himself up the many stairs that were between him and his office. It took much longer than it usually did, but he was able to make it. The whole unit stood and clapped when Hank walked in, Hank waving his free hand to dismiss them. Then, he walked into his office and sat down, Trudy making sure he was comfortable. He spoke a soft ‘thanks’ to her, making a mental note to get her a gift later. The rest of Intelligence gathered in the doorway to Hank’s office, watching him as he got comfortable at his desk.

Hank looked up at all of them, then nodded. “What’s next?”

[andgry4]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Chicago PD (TV) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Alvin Olinsky & Hank Voight, Trudy Platt & Hank Voight, Adam Ruzek & Hank Voight, Jay Halstead & Hank Voight, Kim Burgess & Hank Voight, Kim Burgess & Alvin Olinsky, Kevin Atwater & Hank Voight Characters: Hank Voight, Alvin Olinsky, Trudy Platt, Erin Lindsay, Adam Ruzek, Antonio Dawson, Jay Halstead, Kim Burgess, Kevin Atwater Additional Tags: Found Family, Pizza, Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Short One Shot, Fluff and Crack Summary:

Hank had been in a dark place since Justin died, he is slowly getting over it but everyone is still worried, but maybe they could've avoided the whole thing?

[chicaotaku-fanfics]

There's Three of You?! Pt. 18

Now, finally, FINALLY, part 3/3 of the arc... which ended up being longer than I ever thought, so, my bad on that front. Stillo, hope you enjoy.

Also, yes, this pic if from the actual YouTube promo pic of the trial scene.

Warnings: foul language, might be some medical inconsistencies .

CHAPTER 18

I was standing outside the courtroom, trying to comprehend what had just happened when a pair of arms wrapped themselves around my waist and a voice whispered in my ear.

“So dear wife, what should we do about this seemingly huge problem of people assuming we’re married?” Jay asked me, I leaned on him.

“No idea. I mean, we do share our mom’s face shape, but your hair color and mine are two tones apart. Not to mention you have green eyes and mine are brown.” I paused for a second, we heard footsteps approaching us, we turned as one and we were face to face with Erin, Dr. Charles, Al, Ruzek and Atwater.

“Do we really look so different that people can confuse us with a married couple instead of seeing we’re siblings?” we asked at the same time.

“When you do that, you’re clearly siblings.” said Erin.

“Hell, even your expression’s the same.” Ruzek added.

“But then you act like that…” started Atwater, pointing to how Jay was hugging me from behind. “and I can see why people think you’re married.” he added.

“I honestly thought you were a couple the first time we met Lilly.” said Al, I blushed and then groaned, at the same time Jay groaned too.

“Anyway, where’s Voight?” asked Jay, going into business mode again.

“He’s speaking with Dana about taking the stand.” said Al, we nodded, just then we heard a phone ding, one of us had a text message, we all checked, it was mine. I raise my phone to indicate it was me who got a text.

From: Big Red ❤️

Why did I have to hear from the hospital’s rumor mill that you’re at court today?

To: Big Red ❤️

To be honest, no one should’ve known

But when you have someone like Doris in the ED… news fly

From: Big Red ❤️

Fair point.

Still… what are you doing there?

Is this because of Jay’s call the other day?

To: Big Red ❤️

It is.

I’ll explain as soon as I can.

From: Big Red ❤️

Very well. Take care, please.

To: Big Red ❤️

I will.

Love you Will

❤️

From: Big Red ❤️

Love you too LilyBloom 

❤️

To: Big Red ❤️ ❤️

“Excuse us.” we heard, making us all turn to see who wanted our attention. To our surprise, some of the former patients of this… monster approached us, and I listened to each and everyone of them. I extended my business card, the hospital one, to all of them.

“I know it’s not much, and you all may not even trust doctors at this point. But if it’s worth something, here’s my card. You call me and I’ll make sure you are referred to the best oncologists Chicago Med has to offer.” I said, extending the card to the sixth woman of the group standing before me.

“Not only that, on my part, I can offer free therapy sessions with the best psychiatrists and psychologists Med has to offer.” Dr. Charles said, extending his business card. They all took the cards.

“Thank you. It’s nice to see that not all doctors see us as a way to cash a paycheck.” said one of them, I nodded.

“«If it is given me to save a life, all thanks. But it may also be within my power to take a life; this awesome responsibility must be faced with great humbleness and awareness of my own frailty. Above all, I must not play at God.»” I recited the exact part of the Hippocratic Oath that always resonated with me, since even before entering med school; to always stay humble and understand I’m not God to save everyone.

Everyone looked at me, the Intelligence Unit were all shocked, Jay looked at me with pride in his eyes, Dr. Charles looked satisfied and proud, the women smiled, I smiled at them. One of them walked to me and took my hands in hers.

“Thank you, Dr. Halstead… for giving us back hope that’ll we get better.” said the woman, I squeezed her hands.

“You have nothing to thank me for.” I said, the smile still on my face. Then, the woman pulled me into a hug. I was surprised for a second, but hugged her back.

Not long after we were all called back inside, I guided the woman I was hugging, and the rest followed her lead. We all let them go in first, then we entered and it was then that Voight was called to the stand.

“All three victims were in contact with each other, comparing notes. We know this from their phone records.” Voight started to explain  “After their December 10th meeting with Dr. Reybold, they agreed to an experimental treatment which, in actuality, was simply twice the usual dose of chemo.” he continued. “The following week, he upped it to three times the amount. By the time they wound up in the hospital, it was at seven times.” he added.

“Because they confronted him about what he did, and he was afraid of being exposed.” Dana said, I wanted to facepalm myself, but couldn’t.

Don’t say it like that or they’ll say you’re…

“Objection. Counsel is testifying.” said Reybold’s lawyer.

“Sustained.” said the judge.

“In your investigation, did you find it suspicious three patients met with the doctor one day…”

“Objection. No one knows what transpired in this meeting.” that woman interrupted, again.

“That's because everyone in that meeting besides Dr. Reybold is dead or in a coma.” said Dana, looking at the jury.

“You Honor.” said the dirty blonde woman.

“One more time, and you're in contempt.” said the judge, I started to worry.

“Could the amounts the patients received have been lab mistakes?” asked Dana.

“No, Dr. Reybold's signature was on every order.” Voight answered.

“Well, what about a dosing error?” she asked this time.

“His staffer testified that Dr. Reybold personally administered those doses.”

“But the staffer cut a deal.” said Dana.

“That doesn't mean it wasn't the truth.” said Voight, I bit the inside of my cheek not to laugh.

“Objection. Improper opinion.” said Dr. Reybold’s lawyer.

“Sustained.” said the judge.

“What about any other witnesses who…” Dana started but was, again, interrupted.

“Asked and answered.” said the doctor’s attorney.

It’s starting to get really hard not to slap her.

“Yes, Ms. Shelby, move on.” said the judge, I believe two seconds away from slapping Dana.

“Your Honor, someone has to speak for these victims.” she said.

“You don't speak. You ask questions. And if nobody else saw the doctor dosing…” said the judge, before he was interrupted by Voight.

“Someone else did.” he said, making everyone turn to him. “Me. I saw Dr. Reybold dose a patient. My wife. I saw Dr. Reybold dose my wife Camille who died of cancer under Dr. reybold's care six years ago.” said Voight, leaving me speechless.

I turned to see Jay asking if he knew about it with my eyes, his expression told me it was a first for him too.

“Sergeant Voight…” started Dana

“I'm a witness. I saw him dose a patient.” he said.

“The state has no further questions for this witness.” she said, going back to her seat.

“Well, I have a few.” said Dr. Reybold’s attorney.

Oh no… Lord help us all.

“Losing your wife to cancer must have been very painful, sergeant.” she made a pause. “Can you talk about your wife's illness?” she asked.

“Camille was referred to Dr. Reybold when her ovarian cancer returned. He recommended an aggressive course and then a second round when that didn't get it all.” Voight started to speak. I was in absolute shock, and by Jay’s expression, I could tell he was in the same state I was. “She was cold all the time… Couldn't keep food down. Memory went in and out. She… She was depressed. She fought as hard as she could, but…” he continued, but had to pause.

“She sounds brave.” the woman said.

“She was.” he added.

“You're still in mourning over your wife's death.” said the lawyer, taking a step forward. “Isn't that what this is about?” she asked, my jaw almost hit the ground.

The AUDACITY?! Have some respect, lady!

“No.” Voight said firmly.

“How gratifying would it be to help convict Dr. Reybold?” she asked.

“It would be very gratifying.” said Voight.

“No further questions.” she said, sounding smug as if she had won, while going back to her seat.

“For all his victims.” Voight added, making the woman turn to him again.

“I said no further questions. You answered exactly as I expected you to.” she said, as if explaining her reasoning would make a difference.

“Redirect? What other victims are you referring to, Sergeant Voight?” asked Dana, and I could finally see the pieces falling into place.

“Objection.” said the dirty blonde lawyer.

“Ms. Green questioned my witness about one prior patient, Camille voight. Now she opened the door to the other 42 patients he treated.” explained Dana.

Oh… so that’s her name.

“She's right. Overruled.” said the judge

“What other victims?” Dana asked again.

“Helen Graham… Nia Felten… Priya Parvati… Anne Gamerman… And 38 other people this doctor diagnosed with cancer they didn't have and treated with chemo they didn't need.” Voight said, listing four women literally making me want to strangle Reybold.

“And how do you know this to be true?” asked Dana.

“Because he said so himself in court under oath.” Voight answered with zero hesitation.

“Objection!” exclaimed Ms. Green.

Not so confident now, huh?

“Overruled. Continue.” said the judge.

“Dr. Reybold confessed to personally poisoning 42 patients, ruining their lives, terrifying them and their families, and he did it all for a payout, and he admitted to all of this as part of a deal he made with the state of Illinois, copping to fraud." Voight pretty much accused Reybold, looking directly at the jury.

As he did that, Dana walked to her seat and grabbed a stack of papers.

“This deal, Sergeant Voight?” she asked, as she made her way to Voight, only to show him the deal.

”That's the one.” he said.

“The state would like to enter into evidence case number 111 496 and amend its witness list by 42 people.” Dana said, as she went and handed a copy of the deal and updated list to the judge, and then going towards the side where Reybold and his team are seated to practically slam that same document in Ms. Green’s seat.

Oh my God… it looks like we’ll actually win this thing.

We were allowed a break while the jury deliberated the verdict, and I could only hope for the best. Just then, Ruzek walked over to me, standing at my side.

“Hey.” he said, hands in his pockets.

“Hey Ruz.” I said, a coffee cup in my hand.

“What you did was really brave. Helping us by going undercovered, and now testifying against this… monster.” he said, I turned to look at him.

“I’m a firm believer that, if you see someone doing the wrong thing and you don’t speak up, then you’re just as guilty. This man caused three women to land in the hospital, the exact same day, two of them dying because of an overdose… that’s a very long shot away from the « First do no harm » part of the Hippocratic Oath.” I said, he turned to look at me, I turned to look at him.

“Still, I just wanted to say, great job. And thank you.” he said, placing his hand on my shoulder. I nodded and smiled at him.

Al was the one to come get us for the hearing of the verdict.

“On the count of narcotic induced homicide of Danielle Frank…” asked the judge.

“We find the defendant guilty.” said the jury.

I let out a sigh of immense relief, Jay mirroring it, and reached out to hold his hand. He grabs on to me without hesitation, I turn to him, and he turns to me. Our eyes say it all.

We got him.

“On the count of narcotic induced attempted homicide of Carol Shepperd…” the man asked again, this time with another woman’s name.

“We find the defendant guilty.” said the jury again.

“On the count of narcotic induced attempted homicide of Leah Kamen…” asked the judge, again with a different name.

And that was the last one.

“We find the defendant guilty.” said the jury a third time.

I nodded my head once, glad that we got justice for all these women.

“Defendant is remanded into custody until such time as a sentencing hearing is scheduled.” he slammed his gavel down, finally putting an end to this torture,  “Bailiff.” he added, calling on to the court officer.

“Hank, your wife did not suffer needlessly. You have to believe me. The cancer did come back. I never harmed Camille. These patients, I was their only hope. They got years because of me. You can't put someone away for saving lives.” Dr. Reybold started saying, desperation clear in his voice and expression, even more so apparent when the officer put the cuffs on him to take him away. “You can't!” he practically growled at Voight. “I wasn't harming them. I was helping them. Helping!” he exclaimed, even as he was led away from the room.

I stood up as soon as Jay did, looking down at my blazer to fix it.

We all walked out the courtroom, Jay behind me, and I said goodbye to all the victims of the man we just got sent away. As we continue to walk out of the courthouse as a group, I suddenly feel Jay’s presence fade, and eventually, only Dr. Charles and I are walking out of the place, only to be surrounded by news reporters.

That little shit… of course, Voight’s number 2 rule: never show your face to the media.

It takes about 20 min to finally manage to escape the reporters, because yes, even if we tried stopping them from asking us questions, they know which buttons to push to get answers, like the last question they asked me.

“Dr Halstead do you think those women are at fault here?” asked one of the reporters.

“Excuse me?” I asked back.

The fuck he just insinuated?

“Yeah, I mean, they trusted Dr. Reybold for their treatment. Shouldn’t that make them responsible for how their life’s turned out for the worse?” asked the man. I took a deep breath.

“First of all, that was rude as hell, and I will not tolerate any disrespect towards the victims of Dr. Reybold’s horrible schemes.” That sentence alone seemed to make all the idiots shut up. “Second of all, have some empathy, imagine if one of them was your wife, or your mother, your aunt, your daughter, would you dare ask such a morbid question?” half of them had the decency to look ashamed of themselves. “And third of all, they were deceived by a psychopathic doctor who has a God complex and absolutely no remorse for his actions, even going as far as still claiming he was helping these women as he was escorted out of the courtroom.” I made a pause, looking to my right when I noticed movement, it was the women. I turned back to the crowd. “As a doctor, I took an oath to do no harm, and what Dr. Reybold did is an insult to that oath. So no, these women are not responsible for what that monster did to them. And if you believe that for so much as a second, then I recommend you reevaluate your life choices so far… because somewhere along the way you chose to become a self-centered asshole who only looks after himself.” I said, turning to leave, then I turned again to see them all. “Sorry for the crude language.” I said with the fakest sweet smile I could muster and then just walked away.

We all made it to Molly’s for a drink, as soon as we entered Herrmann called the attention of everyone there.

“The heroes have arrived! Please give a round of applause to the elite team who got a psycho out of the streets!” he exclaimed, everyone started cheering, I then noticed that not only were the members of 51 present, but also Will, Connor, Sarah, Ethan, April, Ms. Goodwin, Maggie and Natalie were here too. “And please, an even bigger round of applause for Dr. Lillian Mariane Halstead, who humbled a bunch of reporters on national TV!” Herrmann added, unmuting the TV just as the reporters appeared back on the screen, there were two women -Camille Robinson and Dianne Johnson- and a man -Bill Klint-, watching the end of my outburst, waiting to give their opinion.

“That was Dr. Lillian Halstead, giving a statement earlier this afternoon after the trial against Dr. Dean Reybold, and she couldn’t be more right. What happened to the victims of this unfortunate case is nothing short of a horror movie, but thanks to the Intelligence Unit from CPD’s District 21, Dr. Daniel Charles -head of psychiatry at Gaffney Chicago Medical Center-, and Dr. Lillian Marianne Halstead -a junior resident emergency medicine physician at Gaffney Chicago Medical Center-, these women can finally put this nightmare behind them. Our condolences go to them and their families.” said Bill, then Dianne turned to him.

“Absolutely Bill, but not only is Dr. Halstead right, she proved that there are still doctors who see their patients as human beings and not another paycheck, which personally, gives me back hope in the people working in the medical system.” she said.

“And not only that, we also got footage from inside the courthouse, where Dr. Halstead can be seen comforting the victims and reciting, by heart, part of the Hippocratic Oath.” said Camillethis time.

“No way! By heart? Really?” asked Bill.

“Really, let’s check it.” said Camille. The image on the screen changed, I could immediately tell that the person recorded this from the corner of the hall where our courtroom was.

“«If it is given me to save a life, all thanks. But it may also be within my power to take a life; this awesome responsibility must be faced with great humbleness and awareness of my own frailty. Above all, I must not play at God.»” and indeed there was I, reciting my oath for the victims to see that not all doctors are a lost cause. The scene ended with the woman hugging me, and me hugging her back.

“Woooow!” exclaimed Bill, seconded by Dianne.

“Well, that was just beautiful.” said Dianne.

“Not to mention inspiring.” Bill chimed in.

“I know right! Guess we now know that Gaffney’s the place to go in case of emergencies.” Dianne spoke again.

“Definitely, I can honestly say that if I want anyone treating me in case of an emergency is, hands down, Dr. Lillian Halstead.” said Camille.

“I second that!” exclaimed Dianne.

“Me third!” Bill exclaimed. “It’s nice to know that there are still doctors out there that are not all ego.” he added, then he turned to the camera. “Dr. Halstead, if you’re watching this, thank you for being an example of what a good doctor should be like.” he said, starting to clap, Dianne and Camille joined him.

“Indeed.” said Dianne.

“Maybe you won’t be able to hear this, but everyone at the studio is giving you a big round of applause Dr. Halstead. Thank you for helping the people of this city regain their trust in medical professionals back.” said Camille, and with that Herrmann muted the TV again, I was as red as a tomato.

“Come on doc, give a little speech.” he said, I declined, not really feeling like I did a big thing, but everyone started chanting, so I calmed everyone.

“Okay, okay. Uhm… I honestly don’t know what to say. I just… I saw these three women arriving in the ED, two sadly passed, still having their whole lives ahead of them, and a greedy doctor cut those lives short. I wasn’t gonna stand there doing nothing when someone was breaking the most important part of THE oath every doctor takes before practicing… we could say that I just acted. And I’ll continue to do so, for the benefit of my patients, and the city.” I said, everyone cheered again, Jay hugged me from the side, Will stood up and walked over to us to hug me too.

  Well one of the reporters was right. Finally, the nightmare is over.

FINALLY! The arc is over, and with Lilly appearing on the news, she'll be benched from UC work for a while, meaning, she'll focus on her doctor work! Yey!

[words-that-made-me-fall]

Echoes

“I need your help.”

Frank stayed silent on the other end. No doubt Antonio’s former leader had already come up with a dozen reasons why he shouldn’t help with whatever problem Antonio was facing, but Antonio couldn’t let him refuse. He considered his next words as he watched the patrol car transporting Alvin Olinsky disappear in the distance.

“Please Frank, a good man is in trouble. I don’t know what to do.”

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Chicago PD - Alvin Olinsky fix-it fic!!!!

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I didn't know what other way to ask that lol

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@fictionals-world <3

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[happys-crazy-queen22]

Title: Partners On And Off The Clock

Gif credit @imthehoneyyourethebee

Requested by @littlehalliewho. I hope you enjoy it. Thanks for requesting.

Happy Reading Dollies

Taglist: @nocturnalherb16. @jesseswartzwelder

You know, keeping any secret is hard? Well try keeping that secret from your boss and friends/coworkers that you're not fucking one of their friends/coworker while seeing them everyday. Did I mention that the coworker you're fucking is also your partner. No, it's not really that hard. Nah, totally cool.

Try again on that.

"Your cheeks are really red today". Erin observed you as you poured a cup of coffee.

"It's a little warm in here". You tried covering it up.

"Not that warm. So spill, who is it"?

"What are you talking about"? You nervously chuckled.

"Well, yesterday you came in all cutesy and last week you had about four hickeys on your neck. So there is someone and you need to give me details".

"Erin, there's no one".

"Bull. Tell me. I want to meet him".

"Fine, he's really handsome and hes so smart. Super sweet, so funny and kind. God, the lips on that man melts me everytime he touches me. I cant get enough of him". You gushed, biting your lip.

"Awwww, you're in love".

"Stop". You laughed, shrugging it off.

"I know you so well, Y/N.  You love this guy and you know it".

"Okay. I really like him but it can't go anywhere. Just spending some time together and that's it". You said as Alvin came in, his coffee cup in hand.

"So what's the drama today? Adam, staple his ass to the chair again"? Alvin made you spit out your coffee. It landed all over you and the table. You and Erin busted out laughing.

"Wow. No. Our little Y/N here has a boyfriend". Erin told Alvin before you could open your mouth.

"Is that so? Is he the one that's been giving you those hickeys". Alvin brushed your hair from your neck ,to show a slight purple spot below your ear.

"Okay. Stop. Enough with my love life and my neck. He's a guy that I like and that's all. Now please let's get back to work". You huffed and went back to your desk.

"She's in love with him".

"Really? How can you tell"? Alvin asked Erin.

"Well, for one she's is gushing over this guy and she admitted to me that she does in fact love him. But they cant go anywhere with the relationship".

"Hmm. Wonder why"? Alvin sipped his coffee.

"Don't know. But I hope he doesnt break her heart or I'll break his neck". Erin warned as she went back to her desk. Alvin followed.

You were being assigned to a robbery by yourself, your partner had things to take care of before coming to the scene.

Getting out of the car you saw the uniforms on the scene and went to speak to them before going inside.

"Who called it in"?

"The owner after he became conscious. The suspect hit him with a can of corn and bolted after he got the money".

"Well that's sweet of him. He didnt want to go to prison for a murder charge". You say before going into the store.

The place was trashed, the security tapes were being processed and finger prints were being done. You just looked over the scene and talked to the owner and witnesses.

"Did he have any tattoos or scars"?

"Ma'am, I was to worried about the .38 pointed at my face than looking at him. Sorry". The owner huffed.

"That's okay. The tapes will show us something and we'll get the guy. Don't worry". You reassured him and went to your car. Just as your partner pulled up.

"Hey". You say as you handed him your  notes.

"Thanks. Sorry I couldn't make it on time. I had something to do".

"Its fine. There's nothing really for us to do. The officers on scene had everything covered. So I guess we can go".

"Alright, um. Can you ride with me for a minute"? He asked, looking around.

"Okay"? You were confused but got in his car and he drove off.

"Y/N, Erin told me what you said".

"Al, I know what you said when we started. We could never have this outside of the bedroom. I'm okay with that".

"No you're not. I know that. I want us to be something more so that's why i went to get these". Alvin handed you a yellow envelope.

"Divorce papers"?

"Yeah, I want something real with you and I know that getting a divorce will be the first step". Alvin pulled into a empty parking lot.

"If you're not ready, I dont want to pressure you".

"I'm ready. I want a life with you. I want you to be able to introduce me to your friends and parents as your boyfriend".

"Al, are you sure? This is a big step. We'll have to tell Voight and he'll assign us a different partner. I like being with you".

"But this means we can go out with friends and have a peaceful relationship. Not have to hide and have to worry that someone is going to find out".

"You're right. I want that more than anything. I'm so happy". You squealed, leaning over the console and kissing Alvin's neck. 

"Are we celebrating right now"? He smirked.

"Maybe". You both quickly undid your pants and you got on top of him.

"I love you, Alvin". You said between kissing his lips.

"I love you too". He wrapped his hands in your hair and kissed you hard.

It was uncomfortable in the car but you were getting use to it, since that's mainly where you two had your sexy time.

"Fuck". You moaned as you sunk down on his cock. His bit his bottom lip, his hands on your hips as you started rocking your hips.

The car started rocking hard, the alarm went off. Alvin quickly shut it off as you giggled. It was so funny.

"I think the car is trying to get us caught, that's the third time it's done that". Alvin grunted.

"Let it, we're out now. Nothing to hide". You took your shirt off and put your breasts in Alvin's face.

"Definitely not". He mumbled against your skin.

You grabbed his shirt collar in your hands as you rode him. Alvin brought his lips to yours.

"I'm glad you're mine".

"Me too. Now I'll have to fight of the younger dudes for sure".

"No you won't. I have my anti-young guy propellant on. Only you can get near me". You gasped out when Alvin took over and quickened his pace.

He bucked his hips into you, driving his long hard cock deep into you. Making your orgasm build and build until you came crashing around his. Clenching around him, squeezing his cock.

"Fucking hell". Alvin growled as he was about to cum. He quickly pulled out and came on his stomach. You slid your pussy lips over his cock to help him release.

"Next time you're coming in me". You sighed a happy sigh as you got off him with a kiss to his lips.

"Why couldn't I now"?

"We have work to do and I dont feel like having you dripping down my leg or making my panties soaked. I mean they're already soaked everytime I think about you. So that's all the time. But it wouldn't be professional".

"We just fucked on the clock in a police car so I dont think that would be the problem". Alvin chuckled as he buckled his pants up.

"Funny. We should be getting back. They probably figured it out by now. Especially Erin, she is dead set on finding out who my mystery guy is".

"Let's see how long it will take her. This should be fun". Alvin kissed your lips and took his hand in yours, heading back to the station.

[shelby-love]

ALVIN OLINSKY

Cut her some slack. He won't say it again.

Requested: yes

Prompts: none

Warnings: none

Authors note: An old request I decided to bring to life...finally!! As I haven't seen the episode in which Erin left for real real (therefore I don't know how the intelligence looked - who was in it) I decided to work my way around it.

"Alright people. This is detective Y/LN. She just transferred from Narcotics and is going to be with us until..."

The seated intelligence knew what he wanted to say. She's a new member of the team until she dies or leaves. Standard stuff.

As you stood there in front of them your mind raced. You thought you might get bigger reactions from them. It's not everyday someone from Narcotics manages to steal a spot at the finest unit in the Chicago police department.

You looked at every pair of eyes in the room and not one gave you the comfort you needed. And then your eyes landed on someone who was a big senior in your career path.

You recognized him. Like who wouldn't? Alvin Olinsky, a senior detective that's been doing this since you were in your diapers. He's also Hank Voight's best friend and colleague.

"Y/LN the table's right there. Make yourself at home." He said and strolled back into the comfort of his office.

Well there's no point in chasing after him, you thought and held the carton box tighter.

"Your desk is here." Olinsky made sure to extend his hand towards your desk in case you were dumb and couldn't find it. He wasn't that far off - your nerves were eating you alive.

"Thanks," You mutter and place the box on the clean surface. Glancing at the box that's filled with what not one more time you realize just how quickly clutter is going to attack your desk.

"Hi I'm Ruzek. But you can call me Adam." His voice is clear as day. This guy is flirting with you by just stating his name. Not knowing how to react to his flirty voice you shyly extend your hand and contemplate your next move.

But then Alvin passes by. With a mug of coffee is his right hand he uses his free one to motion you to stop and not get involved with Ruzek. It's simple really - a palm by the neck and rapid movements that just scream don't do it.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Y/N Y/LN." There's a knowing dazzle in Adam's eyes. It's like he knows why you haven't returned his flirt.

After he leaves you be you note that he's basically the only one interested in getting to know you. A latino sits at his desk, looking regal and dangerous - that's detective Dawson. You know him. A basical legend within his age group. He doesn't look angry or anything, you quickly realize that that's basically his swag. It's a part of him.

But then another dude that just across from you. He just looks angry. No angry looking swag - someone made the dude angry angry.

Then you look at Kevin who you already knew before the transfer. Being the great friend that he is he winks and gives you a thumbs up.

Everyone seems to be pretty possesive over their desks. You can almost see the red alarms on their desks. Having your own desk is a pretty big deal I guess.

You don't even try to excuse yourself as you stroll towards the break room. If Olinsky is going to be the only one that likes you then so be it. You're going to be his best friend.

"I'm sorry they're like that," With your back in front of him you turn around while you wait for your coffee. "It's embarrassing."

"Are they always like that?" You ask. You really don't want to be an outsider.

"They'll warm up to you don't worry. They just need some time."

"I came here because I was told I deserved the spot." You start reciting the day you remember like it was yesterday. "I don't care about who was here before me or what that person did. I'm here to to my job and not mess it up."

Of course you heard many rumours about what happened to the intelligence but you never pryed. It wasn't your place to do so.

"They're looking at me like I'm the one that hurt them. They won't even give me a damn chance to prove myself."

Alvin Olinsky sat there and listened. He knew where you were coming from. He knows how strong and determined you are. You were perfect for this spot and that's why he put in a good word for you.

Without another word he stood up and motioned you to follow him with his hand. Your coffee became a forgotten thing after you started waking next to him.

Now you're back in front of them all. But with a different air around you. "As you already know. This is detective Y/LN. One of the best the CPD has to offer.

I'm only saying this once. Stop acting like brats and cut her some slack."

He spoke with authority. He maybe doesn't speak up as much as some do but when he does he talks with a voice that says experience. He was on the field more than any of them combined and he knew that friendship and trust were the most important and needed things within an unit. Especially an unit like this one.

If they continued to picture you as Erin someday and somewhere you will get hurt because of that. Shot in the leg that kind of hurt.

He didn't go on with his words but what he said was already enough. The next thing you knew Jay Halstead was in front of you with his hand extended towards you.

"I'm Jay. Welcome to the family."

[kamryn1963]

Febuwhump Day 6: Forced To Stay Awake

[kamryn1963]

This omg. Even before I moved on here and found a few more people (@andgry4 and @chicago-pd-is-weird, etc) who also liked Alvin Olinsky, Hank Voight and Trudy Platt, I was on ao3 with only me and two other people who ship and write Al/Hank.

[chicago-pd-is-weird]

TL;DR - Taking requests for CPD oneshots/prompts

Itching for more Voight content…

If anyone has an ask or would like to submit a prompt for me to write, please let me know! I love writing oneshots and have been itching for Hank lately, especially due to the events of 11x7 (-_-)

I also will write Antonio Dawson if requested. Other characters possible, at my discretion.

I don’t write smut, but I will walk the line. See my already written oneshots on my alt accounts, @musntbill and @random-weird-fandoms, linked below.

https://www.tumblr.com/musntbill/745434538137796608/hank-voight-oneshot-tw-some-violence-and-implied

https://www.tumblr.com/random-weird-fandoms/745473828069769216/and-here-is-part-2-of-that-oneshot-again-not

I can write “x reader” like the above, in any POV (first, second, third) as needed. I can do fluffy, angsty, or tense, or something else, just ask!

I am open to any and all ideas and pretty flexible. :) Feel free to comment, DM me, or drop something in my Tumblr inbox if you’d like. <3

[andgry4]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63142783

[chicaotaku-fanfics]

There’s Three of You?! Pt. 4

Lilly and Jay talk after the bounty news is shared. Their days don’t go exactly as planned from there.

Warnings: foul language, might be some medical inconsistencies.

CHAPTER 4

Next day arrives and I send a quick text to Dr. Salazar, asking him if I could come in an hour late since I had to deal with some family stuff, he said that I could arrive two hours late, to get everything sorted out and not to worry, I thanked him and off we go -both Jay and I in our cars- to the station.

Once there we greet Sergeant Platt and my brother rings us up. Everyone was talking, and I do mean EVERYONE. Jay made it to the breakroom, me right behind him, when Antonio, Ruzek and Alvin walked in too. He handed me a cup of coffe and then he prepared himself one.

“I'm just saying, Jay, you got a target on your head and you don't seem too phased.” said Ruzek.

“Overseas, my unit and I, we always had a bounty on our heads.” said Jay. I was just holding back, not saying anything, because I knew I would just scream at my brother and I didn’t want to argue with him so early in the morning.

“Most gangs only pay 10 g for a cop. If you're really worth 100, I should take you out myself. Pay off my mortgage.” said Antonio, I hold my breath at that, they had all gone out of the break room. I stayed, trying to wrap my head around the situation.

“Try it.” said Jay teasingly, I just closed my eyes, wanting to disappear.

“Coke dealer one time put a million dollar tag on me and voight.” said Alvin, I was listening from the breakroom.

“What?” asked my brother.

“How'd you handle that?” asked Ruzek.

“Well, you dust yourself. Never go home the same way twice. Run red lights. If a car follows you through one, you chamber around and you handle business.” said the senior detective, I held my breath, I was so quiet it was Voight who got everyone’s attention on me again once he entered the breakroom.

“You ok kid?” he asked me, startling me a little, making me jump.

“Yeah… just, stuck in my head a bit.” I said, Voight gave Jay a look and sent him into the breakroom.

My brother entered and closed the door behind him. He tried to approach me, but I flinched away.

“Lilly…” he started, I cut him off.

“You’re awfully calm for a man with a 100,000 dollar bounty on his head.” I said neutrally.

“Don’t see the need to worry about it.” he said, crossing his arms over his chest. I let out a sigh.

“So, how did this all happen? And don’t you dare say «it was just another day at the office», cause I swear to God Jay, I’ll strangle you.” I said, demanding an explanation.

He went out to tell me what happened. I could feel the shock and disbelief seeping into my expression, and when he finished his explanation, I was dumbfounded.

“So let me get this straight. You had a bust, shot a guy who fired shots at you, killed him, and now the older brother of the guy you killed puts a 100,000 dollars bounty on your head?” I asked him, crossing my arms infront of my chest and turning to look at him.

“Basically, yeah.” he said, shrugging his shoulders. I let out a hollow laugh.

“Out of all the stupid things you could’ve done…” I start, he cutted me off.

“Don’t come to me with that.” he said. My temper flair up for the first time.

“Then what the hell Jay?!” I exclaimed, anger and worry the warring emotions inside me.

“He pointed a gun my way, it was either him or me. You know that!” he exclaimed, raising his voice for the first time.

“I know!” I raised my voice too.

“Then why are you acting like this?” he asked, getting in my space.

“Because I care, Jay!” I yelled at him, he froze. “You’re my brother first and foremost. Before being a cop, before being an army vet, you are my brother. I love you, and I look up to you.” I added, he just turned around, not looking at me, and that just hurt me more.

“I appreciate it Lilly, I really do. But we both know the risks of my job. I know the risks, and I’m okay with taking them.” he said, I let out a sigh.

“You’re being stubborn Jay. And inconsiderate. You’re acting like an ingrate bastard.” I said, he turned to look at me with anger in his eyes.

“Oh, I’m an ingrate bastard? Well you’re acting like a spolied brat!” he exclaimed.

“I’m not a spoiled brat! Like I said I worry about you! What part of worrying about you makes me spoiled?!” I yelled.

“The part where you don’t get to stay out of my business!” he yelled.

“Stay out of your business? Your life on the line and you want me to sit back and do nothing?!” I yelled again.

“YES! I’ll handle it. God, why can’t you just chill?” he yelled.

“CAUSE I DON’T WANT TO PUT DOWN ANOTHER MEMBER OF THIS FAMILY!” I yelled, talking about my mom.

Jay and I were panting, but Jay’s next words really hit me hard.

“You know how it is out there, on the streets… as well as you know that I’d gladly give my life to keep this city safe.” he almost whispered, I could feel tears forming, but I wasn’t gonna let them fall just yet.

He’ll die. That mentality gets people killed.

I walked over to the door, bumping into my brother’s shoulder aggressively with mine to shove him out of the way, he looked defeated.

“Lilly…” he said, trying to gain my attention, I just opened the door and walked out, I could feel everyone’s eyes on me. “Lilly.” he tried again.

“You know what Detective Halstead, when you get your common sense back and stop trying to play hero, I’ll be at the hospital.” I said, my tone cold and angry, sounding venomous when I called Jay by his rank. I didn’t yell, but the silence that that sentence created was deafening.

“Lilly.” Jay tried to call for me again, I just kept walking. “Lilly!” I was already down the stairs of the bullpen.

I made it out to my car and started driving to Lakeshore for my shift, but halfway there I had to stop and park on the side, my vision blurred by the tears I was holding back. Once safely out of the main flow of traffic, a loud sob left my mouth, tears cascading down my cheeks. All my anger, frustration, but most importantly, my fear and worry flowing out in the tears and sobs I was letting out.

JAY’S P.O.V

The second the door to the bullpen closed, all eyes were on me.

“What in the world did you say to her to deserve such harsh words?” asked Ruzek.

I look down, knowing that my answer crushed Lilly.

“I put my job over her.” I say truthfully.

Many things happened at the same time.

Erin gasped.

“Oh man.” Ruzek and Atwater say at once.

Alvin and Antonio are as quiet as church mouses.

And Voight slaps me in the back of the head.

“Out of everything you could’ve said to her…” he started, I let out a hollow chuckle, making everyone look at me again.

“She said almost the same thing… and I blow it by telling her that I’d gladly give my life to keep the city safe.” I say.

“That I can understand. But have you ever thought of how she feels?” asked Antonio, I turn to look at him. “Think about it, she’s a civilian, not a cop, and even if she sees horrible things at work, because she’s a doctor, she doesn’t understand that sentiment.” he made a pause, and Alvin took up after him.

“She’s also your younger sister. Think about how worried she gets everyday when you come in to work.” he said, I look down, ashamed of what I’ve done.

“I know… I guess I just… took it for granted” I said honestly.

A hand landed on my shoulder, I look up and see Voight staring into my soul.

“You screwed up, but you can still fix this.” he said. “Let her cool down and call her later on, apologise to her.” he said after a pause.

I nodded and we got back to work.

LILLY’S P.O.V

Throughout the day, I tried to keep my emotions out of my face, managing to hide how hurt I was because of Jay’s words, still the sting remains. Dr. Salazar had to leave because of a family emergency and would be gone for the rest of the shift.

“Gorgon, with me for a consult.” said Dr. Richards, the other attending called Anna.

“Be right there Dr. Richards” she said to the man, then she turned away from him. “Crap, I’m not wearing my lab coat, he’ll kill me if I’m late.” she whispered to me.

I took off my hospital ID badge from my lab coat and handed said coat to her.

“Use mine, I’ll head to the lockers for yours and when you’re done, we switch back.” I said, pushing the coat into her hand, and Anna towards Dr. Richards in the process.

“I owe you my life Halstead.” she said, putting on the coat and entering the treatment room with the attending.

As soon as I saw them disappear behind the curtain, I turned to go to the doctors lounge when suddenly…

BANG. BANG.

Dr. Richards fell to the ground, ripping the curtain in the process, a pool of blood forming underneeth him. Anna was being grabbed by the guy who had said wasn’t feeling well to one of the nurses.

“Alright everybody listen up! We don’t want any trouble, we just came here for Dr. Lillian Halstead, now that we have her, we’ll get out of your hair.” said the other guy.

Anna was holding her upper thigh, trying to stop the bleeding. Dr. Richards wasn’t moving and the red pool under him was just getting bigger by the minute. I tried to go to him, but the guy holding Anna pointed his gun at me.

“Don’t move!” he exclaimed.

“You have the wrong doctor.” I said, they both turned to look at each other, chuckling darkly.

“The coat says «Lillian Halstead»… I think we have the right girl sweetcheeks.” the guy next to him, the alleged brother said.

“That coat’s mine. She’s Dr. Anna Gorgon, I gave her my coat before entering the treatment room. I have my ID badge to prove it.” I said, slowly reaching to grab said item to show it to them.

I reached my badge and raised it so the idiots could see it. “I’m Dr. Lillian Halstead.” I said, sealing my fate with that sentence.

The guy holding Anna dropped her to the floor, and she let out a pained grunt, I went to go to her, but the other guy grabbed me.

“Don’t think so doc. You’re coming with us.” said the one now holding me while pointing the barrel of his gun to my head.

“Please. At least let Anna and Dr. Richards get medical attention. Dr. Richards is loosing a lot of blood and need to go into an OR, and Anna-” the guy holding the gun pressed it harder to my head.

“Don’t care. We’re leaving.” said the other guy.

“You don’t want to be charged with murder, do you?” they both froze on their spots. “If you leave and anyone dies, you’re both going to jail for both kidnapping and first degree murder.” I say confidently. I was hopping anyone at the nurses station had already notified a Code Silver.

They both looked terrified.

So stupid, they shot two people, have me held at gunpoint, and never thought of that?!

“You!” yelled the guy behind me, calling the attention of Jannet, one of the nurses. “Help the girl, and get someone to help the other doctor.” she just rushed to Anna while nodding her head to another nurse to go for Dr. Richards.

He’s not gonna make it. According to the size of the blood pool, and how pale he is, he’s gone.

The nurse seemed to notice the same thing, because she just placed her two fingers on his neck to feel for a pulse, but pulled them back with a sad look on her face. I turned to the idiot holding me.

“Congratulations. You just killed a man.” I said dryly and as coldly as I could.

Both idiots shouted their names, Tony and Ray, blaming the other for this. Sensing how distressed they were both getting, yelling at each other, I could only pray for the police to come soon… for Jay to come soon.

He might not even come and save me… we argued pretty bad this morning. I don’t even know if he’ll come for me.

JAY’S P.O.V (AFTER LILLY LEFT)

The rest of the day had gone fairly well, except for when my landlord texted me saying someone had broken into my apartment.

“Oh man.” I said, Erin, Adam and Alvin turned to look at me.

“Everything ok?” asked Al.

“I-I gotta go. Someone broke into my apartment.” I said, grabbing my jacket while standing up.

“Want me to come with you?” asked Erin.

“I’m good.” I said. Going down the back to get to my car and drive to my apartment building.

Once there I took the stairs two at a time to get to my floor, the door had been kicked down, probably what alerted my landlord and he was standing on my living room.

“Figured since you're a cop, i don't got to call 911. They skipped the good stuff.” said the man, I was just looking at the mess I’d have to clean up later.

“Any other apartments broken into?” I asked him, trying to see if the burglar could still be in the building.

“Just yours.” he said, I nodded and told him I could handle it from here, he nodded, said he was sorry this happened to me, and took his leave.

I started going trough the apartment, checking what the person who broke in could’ve been looking for, the only missing thing I found was a picture of Lilly and I some months back at the park, we had our days off match that time and decided to have a big bro-little sis outing. During our time there, Lilly had taken her polaroid camera and asked a woman passing by if she could take a picture of us, once it was revealed, I asked Lilly if I could keep it. That’s the picture that’s missing.

Weird… why would a robber steal a picture? Could they want something with Lilly? Oh man, Lilly!

Heading back to the station was done fairly quick, I arrived and had just entered the back entrance and was literally taking off my jacket, when the radio picked up a signal that made me tense.

“All units, we have a 10-32 in progress. Shots fired at Lakeshore Hospital, we just got the Code Silver notification. I repeat, all units 10-32 in progress at Lakeshore Hospital.”

I dived for my radio, activating it.

“Dispatch this is 5021 George, do we have more information on the Code Silver?” I asked, praying to a God I hardly believed in that my sister was alright.

“Apparently two guys went in claiming to be brothers, as soon as the doctor and intern walked into the treatment room they shot them. The doctor bled out, the girl is being treated…” said the man on the other side of the radio.

“Do you have any idea of why they did this?” I asked, we were all holding our breath.

“Yeah, the nurse who’s giving me the details says they came looking for one doctor in particular.”

“Who?”

The line went silent for a minute. It was the longest minute of my life.

Please. I’m begging you, God don’t let it be her. Please.

“Nurse says the perpetrators were after Dr. Lillian Halstead… they have her held at gunpoint as we speak.” said the officer.

My world froze.

“Next day arrives and I send a quick text to Dr. Salazar, asking him if I could come in an hour late since I had to deal with some family stuff, he said that I could arrive two hours late, to get everything sorted out and not to worry, I thanked him and off we go -both Jay and I in our cars- to the station.

Once there we greet Sergeant Platt and my brother rings us up. Everyone was talking, and I do mean EVERYONE. Jay made it to the breakroom, me right behind him, when Antonio, Ruzek and Alvin walked in too. He handed me a cup of coffe and then he prepared himself one.

“I'm just saying, Jay, you got a target on your head and you don't seem too phased.” said Ruzek.

“Overseas, my unit and I, we always had a bounty on our heads.” said Jay. I was just holding back, not saying anything, because I knew I would just scream at my brother and I didn’t want to argue with him so early in the morning.

“Most gangs only pay 10 g for a cop. If you're really worth 100, I should take you out myself. Pay off my mortgage.” said Antonio, I hold my breath at that, they had all gone out of the break room. I stayed, trying to wrap my head around the situation.

“Try it.” said Jay teasingly, I just closed my eyes, wanting to disappear.

“Coke dealer one time put a million dollar tag on me and voight.” said Alvin, I was listening from the breakroom.

“What?” asked my brother.

“How'd you handle that?” asked Ruzek.

“Well, you dust yourself. Never go home the same way twice. Run red lights. If a car follows you through one, you chamber around and you handle business.” said the senior detective, I held my breath, I was so quiet it was Voight who got everyone’s attention on me again once he entered the breakroom.

“You ok kid?” he asked me, startling me a little, making me jump.

“Yeah… just, stuck in my head a bit.” I said, Voight gave Jay a look and sent him into the breakroom.

My brother entered and closed the door behind him. He tried to approach me, but I flinched away.

“Lilly…” he started, I cut him off.

“You’re awfully calm for a man with a 100,000 dollar bounty on his head.” I said neutrally.

“Don’t see the need to worry about it.” he said, crossing his arms over his chest. I let out a sigh.

“So, how did this all happen? And don’t you dare say «it was just another day at the office», cause I swear to God Jay, I’ll strangle you.” I said, demanding an explanation.

He went out to tell me what happened. I could feel the shock and disbelief seeping into my expression, and when he finished his explanation, I was dumbfounded.

“So let me get this straight. You had a bust, shot a guy who fired shots at you, killed him, and now the older brother of the guy you killed puts a 100,000 dollars bounty on your head?” I asked him, crossing my arms infront of my chest and turning to look at him.

“Basically, yeah.” he said, shrugging his shoulders. I let out a hollow laugh.

“Out of all the stupid things you could’ve done…” I start, he cutted me off.

“Don’t come to me with that.” he said. My temper flair up for the first time.

“Then what the hell Jay?!” I exclaimed, anger and worry the warring emotions inside me.

“He pointed a gun my way, it was either him or me. You know that!” he exclaimed, raising his voice for the first time.

“I know!” I raised my voice too.

“Then why are you acting like this?” he asked, getting in my space.

“Because I care, Jay!” I yelled at him, he froze. “You’re my brother first and foremost. Before being a cop, before being an army vet, you are my older brother. I love you, and I look up to you.” I added, he just turned around, not looking at me, and that just hurt me more.

“I appreciate it Lilly, I really do. But we both know the risks of my job. I know the risks, and I’m okay with taking them.” he said, I let out a sigh.

“You’re being stubborn Jay. And inconsiderate. You’re acting like an ingrate bastard.” I said, he turned to look at me with anger in his eyes.

“Oh, I’m an ingrate bastard? Well you’re acting like a spolied brat!” he exclaimed.

“I’m not a spoiled brat! Like I said I worry about you! What part of worrying about you makes me spoiled?!” I yelled.

“The part where you don’t get to stay out of my business!” he yelled.

“Stay out of your business? Your life’s on the line and you want me to sit back and do nothing?!” I yelled again.

“YES! I’ll handle it. God, why can’t you just chill?” he yelled.

“CAUSE I DON’T WANT TO PUT DOWN ANOTHER MEMBER OF THIS FAMILY!” I yelled, talking about my mom.

Jay and I were panting, but Jay’s next words really hit me hard.

“You know how it is out there, on the streets… as well as you know that I’d gladly give my life to keep this city safe.” he almost whispered, I could feel tears forming, but I wasn’t gonna let them fall just yet.

He’ll die. That mentality gets people killed.

I walked over to the door, bumping into my brother’s shoulder aggressively with mine to shove him out of the way, he looked defeated.

“Lilly…” he said, trying to gain my attention, I just opened the door and walked out, I could feel everyone’s eyes on me. “Lilly.” he tried again.

“You know what Detective Halstead, when you get your common sense back and stop trying to play hero, I’ll be at the hospital.” I said, my tone cold and angry, sounding venomous when I called Jay by his rank. I didn’t yell, but the silence that that sentence created was deafening.

“Lilly.” Jay tried to call for me again, I just kept walking. “Lilly!” I was already down the stairs of the bullpen.

I made it out to my car and started driving to Lakeshore for my shift, but halfway there I had to stop and park on the side, my vision blurred by the tears I was holding back. Once safely out of the main flow of traffic, a loud sob left my mouth, tears cascading down my cheeks. All my anger, frustration, but most importantly, my fear and worry flowing out in the tears and sobs I was letting out.

JAY’S P.O.V

The second the door to the bullpen closed, all eyes were on me.

“What in the world did you say to her to deserve such harsh words?” asked Ruzek.

I look down, knowing that my answer crushed Lilly.

“I put my job over her.” I say truthfully.

Many things happened at the same time.

Erin gasped.

“Oh man.” Ruzek and Atwater say at once.

Alvin and Antonio are as quiet as church mouses.

And Voight slaps me in the back of the head.

“Out of everything you could’ve said to her…” he started, I let out a hollow chuckle, making everyone look at me again.

“She said almost the same thing… and I blow it by telling her that I’d gladly give my life to keep the city safe.” I say.

“That I can understand. But have you ever thought of how she feels?” asked Antonio, I turn to look at him. “Think about it, she’s a civilian, not a cop, and even if she sees horrible things at work, because she’s a doctor, she doesn’t understand that sentiment.” he made a pause, and Alvin took up after him.

“She’s also your younger sister. Think about how worried she gets everyday when you come in to work.” he said, I look down, ashamed of what I’ve done.

“I know… I guess I just… took it for granted” I said honestly.

A hand landed on my shoulder, I look up and see Voight staring into my soul.

“You screwed up, but you can still fix this.” he said. “Let her cool down and call her later on, apologise to her.” he said after a pause.

I nodded and we got back to work.

LILLY’S P.O.V

Throughout the day, I tried to keep my emotions out of my face, managing to hide how hurt I was because of Jay’s words, still the sting remains. Dr. Salazar had to leave because of a family emergency and would be gone for the rest of the shift.

“Gorgon, with me for a consult.” said Dr. Richards, the other attending called Anna.

“Be right there Dr. Richards” she said to the man, then she turned away from him. “Crap, I’m not wearing my lab coat, he’ll kill me if I’m late.” she whispered to me.

I took off my hospital ID badge from my lab coat and handed said coat to her.

“Use mine, I’ll head to the lockers for yours and when you’re done, we switch back.” I said, pushing the coat into her hand, and Anna towards Dr. Richards in the process.

“I owe you my life Halstead.” she said, putting on the coat and entering the treatment room with the attending.

As soon as I saw them disappear behind the curtain, I turned to go to the doctors lounge when suddenly…

BANG. BANG.

Dr. Richards fell to the ground, ripping the curtain in the process, a pool of blood forming underneeth him. Anna was being grabbed by the guy who had said wasn’t feeling well to one of the nurses.

“Alright everybody listen up! We don’t want any trouble, we just came here for Dr. Lillian Halstead, now that we have her, we’ll get out of your hair.” said the other guy.

Anna was holding her upper thigh, trying to stop the bleeding. Dr. Richards wasn’t moving and the red pool under him was just getting bigger by the minute. I tried to go to him, but the guy holding Anna pointed his gun at me.

“Don’t move!” he exclaimed.

“You have the wrong doctor.” I said, they both turned to look at each other, chuckling darkly.

“The coat says «Lillian Halstead»… I think we have the right girl sweetcheeks.” the guy next to him, the alleged brother said.

“That coat’s mine. She’s Dr. Anna Gorgon, I gave her my coat before entering the treatment room. I have my ID badge to prove it.” I said, slowly reaching to grab said item to show it to them.

I reached my badge and raised it so the idiots could see it. “I’m Dr. Lillian Halstead.” I said, sealing my fate with that sentence.

The guy holding Anna dropped her to the floor, and she let out a pained grunt, I went to go to her, but the other guy grabbed me.

“Don’t think so doc. You’re coming with us.” said the one now holding me while pointing the barrel of his gun to my head.

“Please. At least let Anna and Dr. Richards get medical attention. Dr. Richards is loosing a lot of blood and needs to go into an OR, and Anna-” the guy holding the gun pressed it harder to my head.

“Don’t care. We’re leaving.” said the other guy.

“You don’t want to be charged with murder, do you?” they both froze on their spots. “If you leave and anyone dies, you’re both going to jail for both kidnapping and first degree murder.” I say confidently. I was hopping anyone at the nurses station had already notified a Code Silver.

They both looked terrified.

So stupid, they shot two people, have me held at gunpoint, and never thought of that?!

“You!” yelled the guy behind me, calling the attention of Jannet, one of the nurses. “Help the girl, and get someone to help the other doctor.” she just rushed to Anna while nodding her head to another nurse to go for Dr. Richards.

He’s not gonna make it. According to the size of the blood pool, and how pale he is, he’s gone.

The nurse seemed to notice the same thing, because she just placed her two fingers on his neck to feel for a pulse, but pulled them back with a sad look on her face. I turned to the idiot holding me.

“Congratulations. You just killed a man.” I said dryly and as coldly as I could.

Both idiots shouted their names, Tony and Ray, blaming the other for this. Sensing how distressed they were both getting, yelling at each other, I could only pray for the police to come soon… for Jay to come soon.

He might not even come and save me… we argued pretty bad this morning. I don’t even know if he’ll come for me.

JAY’S P.O.V (AFTER LILLY LEFT)

The rest of the day had gone fairly well, except for when my landlord texted me saying someone had broken into my apartment.

“Oh man.” I said, Erin, Adam and Alvin turned to look at me.

“Everything ok?” asked Al.

“I-I gotta go. Someone broke into my apartment.” I said, grabbing my jacket while standing up.

“Want me to come with you?” asked Erin.

“I’m good.” I said. Going down the back to get to my car and drive to my apartment building.

Once there I took the stairs two at a time to get to my floor, the door had been kicked down, probably what alerted my landlord and he was standing on my living room.

“Figured since you're a cop, i don't got to call 911. They skipped the good stuff.” said the man, I was just looking at the mess I’d have to clean up later.

“Any other apartments broken into?” I asked him, trying to see if the burglar could still be in the building.

“Just yours.” he said, I nodded and told him I could handle it from here, he nodded, said he was sorry this happened to me, and took his leave.

I started going trough the apartment, checking what the person who broke in could’ve been looking for, the only missing thing I found was a picture of Lilly and I some months back at the park, we had our days off match that time and decided to have a big bro-little sis outing. During our time there, Lilly had taken her polaroid camera and asked a woman passing by if she could take a picture of us, once it was revealed, I asked Lilly if I could keep it. That’s the picture that’s missing.

Weird… why would a robber steal a picture? Could they want something with Lilly? Oh man, Lilly!

Heading back to the station was done fairly quick, I arrived and had just entered the back entrance and was literally taking off my jacket, when the radio picked up a signal that made me tense.

“All units, we have a 10-32 in progress. Shots fired at Lakeshore Hospital, we just got the Code Silver notification. I repeat, all units 10-32 in progress at Lakeshore Hospital.”

I dived for my radio, activating it.

“Dispatch this is 5021 George, do we have more information on the Code Silver?” I asked, praying to a God I hardly believed in that my sister was alright.

“Apparently two guys went in claiming to be brothers, as soon as the doctor and intern walked into the treatment room they shot them. The doctor bled out, the girl is being treated…” said the man on the other side of the radio.

“Do you have any idea of why they did this?” I asked, we were all holding our breath.

“Yeah, the nurse who’s giving me the details says they came looking for one doctor in particular.”

“Who?”

The line went silent for a minute. It was the longest minute of my life.

Please. I’m begging you, God don’t let it be her. Please.

“Nurse says the perpetrators were after Dr. Lillian Halstead… they have her held at gunpoint as we speak.” said the officer.

My world froze.

“5021 George? You still there?” asked the man.

“I’m on my way there, have the officers at the ready, I’ll need a vantage point.” I said, everyone just looked at me.

“Copied 5021 George.” with that the line went silent.

I grabbed my jacket again and started to head out to the back when Voight stopped me.

“And where do you think you’re going?” he asked.

“Didn’t you hear? My sister’s been held at gun point by two idiots who, I’m pretty sure, broke into my apartment. I’m going over there to save her.” I say.

“Absolutely not-” I cut him off.

“THAT’S MY SISTER BEEN HELD HOSTAGE!” I yelled, worried beyond belief. “We’re talking about Lilly here. The girl I’ve watch over since she was born, who I swore to protect as soon as I had a sense of reason. Yes, we fight and call each other names, but I was there during her first period, the first dance recital, school plays, helping with homework, scaring away the bullies and non-fitting sutors…” I pause, take a deep breath and look my boss in the eye. “She’s my baby sister. The light of my life. If anything happens to her… there’ll be no prison cell able to hold me back from killing the idiots who dared touch her.” I said, everyone looked shocked.

“I was gonna say you’re not going without backup. Suit up, we’re going.” everyone stood up and we went grab our stuff.

I’m coming Lilly, please hold on a little longer.

LILLY’S P.O.V

I was debating if I should try free myself and avoid getting hurt, but when I tried to wiggle out of Ray’s grasp, he just pressed the gun harder to my head.

“You’re not going anywhere sweety, you’re coming with us.” he said, Tony had moved and he called Ray’s attention.

“Man the cops are here!” he yelled, panicking again.

“WHO THE HELL CALLED THE COPS?!” Ray screamed, but eventually that happened to be in my ear.

“It’s protocol. As soon as someone identifies a person with a gun, a Code Silver is activated. You idiots did this to yourselves.” I say to Ray. “Look, wanna get out of this alve? Let me go and turn yourselves in. If you don’t, SWAT gets called in and you leave in body bags.” I say seriously.

“Man listen to her, this isn’t worth it.” Tony said.

“100,000 dollars is worth it!” Ray said, I froze.

“You’re after Detevtive Halstead’s bounty.” I said

“We are, and now that we have his wife, he’ll come to us.” Ray said, I wanted to laugh, but I just shook my head.

“You two are even more stupid than I thought.” I said. “I’m not his wife.”

“Says the hostage, we broke into his apartment, he had a picture of you two together.” said Ray.

Just then, I noticed two little flashes of light coming from on of the windows. I froze.

You came to save me.

“That’s because he’s my brother you dumbasses.” I said, right before the sound of a window breaking and a bullet impacting a body was heard.

Ray’s body fell and I just moved away from it, Tony was shocked and frozen in place, just then CPD officers entered and arrested him. I was slightly shaking and obviously shocked, but I was glad to be alive.

“LILLY!” my brother’s voice was heard all over the ER. I had never felt more relieved to see Jay in my life.

“JAY!” I exclaimed, running up to him and practically threw myself into his arm, he caught me flawlessly and squeezed me tightly. I clung to him and tears started flowing down my eyes. I felt something wet my hair, I realized Jay was crying.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered. “I’m so sorry for all that I said, and the way I acted at the precinct Lilly.” he said, then he separated us enough to make eye contact. “You’re right, I’m your older brother, and I shouldn’t take you for granted. Will you ever forgive me?” He asked, tear trails on his face and his eyes red-rimed.

I lifted a hand to his face and wiped at one stray tear that had fallen from his eye, and then he did the same for me. “It is I who should apologise. You deal with this situations more than me, you have the experience to do so. I’m sorry for the hurtful things I said at the station.”

“You had all the right to act like that Lilly. You’re a civilian, not a cop nor an army vet. We have different points of view. You have nothing to apologise for.” he said.

“Can we agree that we’re both sorry for our behaviour earlier today?” I asked him, he hugged me again. “You came for me.” I whispered in his chest.

“Of course I did Lilypad, you’re my baby sister. I’ll always be there for you.” he said, and then kissed my forehead. I squeezed him tighter.

“We are not telling him about this, are we?” I asked, he chuckled.

“No idea what you’re talking about.” he said, I just giggled.

Finally, this nightmare’s over.

Just a couple weeks later, Jay had convinced me to start the paperwork for a licence to own and carry a gun, as well as promising me that he would teach me to use it… as well as he had showed me a flyer for Chicago Med, and another one for an apartment complex three blocks away from his.

“Please. For my peace of mind.” he said, while we were at his apartment watching a Blackhawks game.

I let out a fond sigh, took the flyers and then look at him.

“I’ll check it out, only if we go to the apartment building together.” I conditioned, he smiled and pulled me into a side hug.

“I’d be honored.” he said.

We shifted and ended up cuddling on the couch.

We’re good.

Another two weeks and I had a new lease, a brand new gun, and a new job at Gaffney Chicago Medical Center.

I’ll be okay. Everything will be okay.

FINALLY! This has been the longest I’ve taken to post, next chapters will be out shortly!

Again, thanks for giving my story a shot, I’m also crossposting on AO3, I’ll post the link later!

Chica Outaku out 😉!

[kamryn1963]

Adding onto this. While how many people will read your work absolutely depends on who you're writing for, I can almost certainly say at least one person will be glad you were writing for those characters.

Fanfiction is subjective, so are characters. Not everyone is going to like everything and I don't believe you should base writing something on if people will read it.

I write mainly for Alvin Olinsky and the ship of Alvin/Hank. I'm the second person who ever wrote that ship, one of the few that writes anything centering Al. I'm aware and have been aware, that the fanbase is small and the people that read my work is a small amount too. It's gets discouraging at times of course, but all I can say is go for it.

Over my last year and a half of writing, I've recognized the same couple people who read and kudo every oneshot I post on ao3. You find people who like what you like, and that's what gets you to continue writing.

And to your original question, the fandom is definitely still alive, lol. Just different characters have more fans then others.

This got long, but overall I say go for it. Write that fic <3

is One Chicago fandom still alive? I've been rewatching PD and Fire and been itching to write for these characters, but I'm unsure if there'll be anyone reading..