#alvin olinsky fanfiction

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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?”

[kamryn1963]

Summary: What if Meredith didn't make it out of the hostage situation in Called in Dead (2x9)?

TW: Murder, death

@angstober Prompt 2: Countdown

Alvin walked slowly back into his house, catching the eye of the one gangster who’s name he still didn’t know, who looked around when he saw just Al standing there. 

“Where’s my brother?” He asked and Al just shook his head slowly, a hand going to his waistband and his gun. 

He made eye contact with Meredith who was silently crying, still restrained in the chair. Al gave her what he hoped was a reassuring smile, as he turned to the man in front of him who also reached for his gun. 

“He’s not coming”. Al replied his voice quiet, even as he silently hoped Hank would hurry up and get here soon. He had a bad feeling about this. 

“Where’s our drugs?” The man asked next and Al just shook his head. 

“That’s not coming either”. Al responded and the man finally seemed to catch on as he raised his gun pointing it at Meredith’s head. 

“Alvin”. Meredith cried out and Al couldn’t look at her as he raised his own gun. 

“It’s over. Let her go”. Al said, silently cursing Hank for taking so long to get his ass inside. 

“You killed him didn’t you?” 

Al didn’t reply to that. He had his finger on the trigger of his gun, about to warn the man again to let Meredith go. 

Unfortunately he didn’t get that opportunity. 

“You have three seconds! Tell me where Jamal is or I’ll kill her!” The man, who Al later found out was Jesse Seely, screamed. 

“1, 2, 3”. 

The countdown was done before Al could react. He shot but it was too late. Jesse’s gun went off as well leaving what used to be perfectly clean carpets, a mess of brains. 

Al couldn’t tell where Meredith started and Jamal ended. The blood flowed into one, staining the carpets Meredith used to take pride in keeping white. 

Al knelt down, his pants soaking red as he grabbed his wife’s limp body moving her into his arms. Al put pressure on the wound even if he knew deep down it was useless. 

To an outsider, you wouldn’t even be able to tell Meredith’s hair was blond. 

Al could still see the tear tracks on his wife’s face and he felt like he was watching a movie. Felt like he wasn’t in the room. 

“Mer? Mer you have to wake up”. Al begged, unable to focus on anything but the fact Meredith wasn’t moving. Her eyes were still open. Why hadn’t she blinked?

“Al?! Al!”. Al didn’t hear Hank, didn’t realize when he was pulled back into his friend's arms. Didn’t realize when he started sobbing. 

Hank didn’t know what to do. What could he say? He knew firsthand nothing could help right now. 

“I’ve got you”. Hank whispered, but he knew Al was too far gone at this point. Al kept silently begging Meredith, who was now being handled by the paramedics to open her eyes, while Hank kept up his useless words of comfort. 

[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 😉!

[andgry4]

This scene of @chicago-pd-is-weird 's last oneshot wouldn't leave my head, I love it so much I had to draw it.

[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!!!!

[felicitysmoaksx]

For the one Chicago December prompt, I'm thinking of a CROTIS Christmas. Just some light-hearted Christmas fluff maybe decorating a Christmas tree or making cookies during a blizzard. I miss Otis a lot and want some Cruz and Otis bliss, you can make it platonic or romantic whatever you want.

Also a sucker for Alvin Olinsky, maybe something platonic between him and Adam or a romantic ship with Hank maybe on a stake-out or one a big case. I plan on reading your stories throughout the holiday season. : )

Day 10 of the Advent Writing Challenge!

“So I’ve been a cop a long time and here’s what I don’t understand,” Alvin Olinsky said in that soft, deceptive tone of his. He stood at the end of Bob Ruzek’s hospital bed in Chicago Med with his hands in his pockets. “I could maybe see throwing me or Hank under the bus. Our collective history is bad enough. Hell, even throwing our unit under the bus. I could understand all of that, except...except. Adam. You threw your son under the bus! And for what? Because you wanted to play real cop before you retired?” 

“Hey. I am the real police! I worked for thirty years on this job, same as you!” Bob snapped, glaring at the detective, “The only reason I’m not higher than patrol is because I had a family to think about!” 

“No,” Alvin shook his head as he moved a little ways forward. Bringing his hands out of pockets, he gripped the end of the hospital bed in an effort to keep from hitting Disco Bob. “You don’t get to hide behind your son anymore. Not when you’ve done that for the last thirty years. Adam’s already told us that you were making up BS stats about his little league games when you came in from the weekend. You were really on a drunken binge half the time.” 

Bob scoffed, “Why are you really here Al?” 

“I just wanted to see what kind of person would hide behind his son, who would get in business with a gang for 80 grand then sell his son out to them.” 

“Don’t act like you wouldn’t have done the same.” 

“I wouldn’t! I would rather die than let any of my kids, and I’m including your son in that bunch, than be put in that kind of position.” 

“Hey Pop, brought you some clothes.” Adam’s voice appeared and Alvin turned, to see Adam Ruzek standing there with a black duffle. The younger Ruzek’s eyes widened when they caught sight of Olinsky. “Al, man what are you doing here?” 

“Just checking in on your old man,” Olinsky said, back to the soft voice. He patted Adam’s shoulder, “But I’ll give you and Disco Bob some time to talk. See you back at the District, kid.”

[fanficsforfun]

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

[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.

[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."

[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

[kamryn1963]

My headcanons about the Chicago PD old timers trio (Al, Hank and Trudy)

Some of these I've had for a while and have used in my fics, and some of these I came up with a couple hours ago in the shower. Ya know balance...

Anyhow, if anyone has any of their own if love to hear them. This is just my thoughts/opinions of course <3

• Al was the best at both baking and cooking. Trudy was good at cooking and Hank... had made some editable stuff in his life

• Al was the youngest of the three of them

• Hank's the most talkative and the one who usually starts conversations as Trudy and Al would be okay just to sit in silence for hours

• Camille was close with both Al and Trudy

• Trudy tried to talk to Meredith after Al died and get her to change her mind about not wanting Hank there, but she didn't push that hard as she knew Meredith was grieving

• After Al's funeral, Hank and Trudy went to Trudy's place and just looked at photos and shared memories and stories of Al

• Trudy and Hank frequently visit Al and Lexi's graves

• Trudy told Makayla about Al

• Hank stays in regular touch with Olive and Daniel and when Daniel was old enough, him and Olive told Daniel about Justin. Hank also told his grandson about Camille, Al and Lexi. So he knew all his family

• Justin and Lexi called Trudy "aunt"

• Sometimes, especially as she got older, Trudy regretted not having kids and wondered if she'd even of been a good mom

• Trudy and Hank are still in regular contact with Michelle and Trudy's in contact with Meredith

• Al and Erin were close

• Hank blames himself for Al's death everyday

• After the events of 11x13, Trudy's the only one Hank told about him hallucinating Al that day

• Hank always wanted kids and so did Camille

• Al never wanted kids and was convinced he wouldn't be a good dad due to his less than stellar childhood. That all changed when Lexi was born and Al held her for the first time

• Al named Lexi after Trudy

• They had all spent countless hours at each other's sides in hospitals when one of them was hurt/sick

• Nobody knew them as well as they did

• Al was Justin's godfather and that's what partially led him to taking the blame for Kevin Bingham's murder. Partially because Al was tired and didn't really care what happened to him at that point

• Hank, Trudy and Al, all grew really close to each other after losing people within a year of each other (Justin, Trudy's dad, Lexi)

• Hank and Al attended Trudy's dad's funeral to support Trudy

• Part of Trudy always resented Hank (and Al) for not keeping her in the loop when Al was being investigated for the murder of Bingham

• In 5x21, Trudy had to bring the detectives up to the bullpen that were there to arrest Al (that one's a fact. Just thought I'd remind everyone)

• One Christmas, Al bought all three of them one of those trio friendship necklaces as a joke (Hank and Trudy still have there's)

• Al did track in high school

• Trudy used to steal both Hank and Al's clothes

• Al was a blanket hog

• None of them had the best childhoods. They all needed therapy

• Hank had the most pictures of any of them (a lot of them are collecting dust in his attic because he can't get himself to go through them)

• Al was the most accident prone of the three of them and had the most hospital visits

• Trudy had the least, Hank was somewhere in the middle

• Trudy wishes a lot that they could go back to their patrol days when everything was easier and they were all alive and well

I may make a part 2 at some point. It's almost 3am here, so more will definitely pop into my head when I'm more awake, lol.

[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!

[andgry4]

So this little thing here is based on @chicago-pd-is-weird 's last Hank, Trudy and Alvin oneshot. That I love.

P.S.: I draw the guy and the girl kneeling down 'cause I didn't calculate the space I was drawing in lol

[words-that-made-me-fall]

“The Cycle” (formerly “Echoes”): Chapter 3 - Plans

Frank and Alvin discuss next steps

[teaandfiction-28]

Fluff #1

I may keep sending requests til you’ve written all the prompts. 😊 Love these one shots!

Please do!! Thrilled you’re enjoying them 🥰

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Prompt: “Is that my shirt?”

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: Language, Mention of Substance Abuse

Timeline: Set between C25 and C26 of “Perfect Storm.”

“Yo, I don’t think tha’s a good ide-”

Slamming her eyes closed, Kate tilted her face skywards and silently begged whatever deity that might be listening to please give her a motherfucking break! She stood stock-still, sweat trickling uncomfortably down her spine as she tried not to inhale through her nose but, despite her best efforts, the putrid stench of vomit was already making her stomach roil. 

The mercury had been rising steadily all week and, while most of the city’s inhabitants had wisely chosen to keep out of the blazing sun, the gacked-out tweaker who appeared to have ingested a lethal dose of badly-cut dope that the Unit had been tracking for the last few weeks clearly wasn’t as switched on. 

The skin on his face and arms was a tinged an unsightly shade of salmon, indicating that he had likely been in the sun for a good few hours before patrol found him but, as Kate valiantly tried to tug him towards a patch of shade, his face had drained of all colour and he promptly emptied the contents of his stomach all over her shirt. 

“I told y’all not-”

“Kevin. I swear to God if you say another word, I’ll kill you my damn self.” 

She lowered her chin and opened her eyes, sending a death glare in the direction of her partner who was standing a few feet in front of her, his lower lip tugged between his teeth in an effort to stifle his grin of amusement. By the time an ambulance arrived to take the almost-comatose man to Chicago Med, Kate’s shirt was saturated with congealed chunks of curdled vomit but, if Kevin’s retching was any indicator, it seemed like olfactory fatigue had finally set in as they headed back to the district because she couldn’t smell a thing!

"That stink’ll never come outta the upholstery!” Kevin moaned, tossing his keys onto his desk and dropping his weight down into his chair with a huff. 

“Yeah, because I really wanted some strung-out crackhead to barf all over me Kev.” Kate hissed in response, rooting around in the drawers of her desk for a clean shirt and coming up empty. Slamming the drawer shut with a huff, she marched out of the bullpen and into the locker room, carefully drawing her soiled shirt over her head and tossing it straight into the garbage. 

“I liked that shirt.” She muttered petulantly before yanking open the door of her locker in search of clean clothes but, to her horror, every little alcove inside was empty. 

'What the fu-’

“Oh no.” 

The reason her locker was empty was because she had taken the little black duffle bag she always kept at the district to Hank’s place a few nights ago when they had decided not to trek across town to her apartment after closing a particularly rough case. While she had a few things at his house, they spent most nights at Kate’s apartment and she was pretty certain that her most comfortable, tatty leggings and an oversized Harvard t-shirt wasn’t appropriate work attire so she had taken the bag with her. 

“Please let this day be over soon.” She groaned, stepping a few paces to the right to root around in Hank’s locker, snatching the forest green t-shirt from the hanger and tossing it over a nearby bench before taking a quick shower. 

When she eventually made it back to the bullpen, the rest of the unit had returned and Kevin was in the process of giving them an update. She had sidled up behind Alvin who greeted her with a quiet ‘Hey Kid’, his eyes taking in her unusual attire with a raised eyebrow but otherwise he remained silent. 

The t-shirt hung loose on her frame but the soft, worn fabric was like a soothing balm on her frayed temper, simply because it smelled like him.

“...wasn’t much help. We found him bakin’ in the street so he’s at Med gettin’ his stomach pumped and bein’ treated for dehydration.” 

Hank nodded, folding his arms across his chest as he turned away from the whiteboard to cast a glance over his team but, as his eyes settled on Kate, he found himself doing a double take when he realised she was no longer wearing the heather-grey shirt he had seen her in earlier that morning. He wasn’t sure if she knew the effect her wearing his clothes had on him but he could already feel his jeans tightening at the thought of her spending the rest of the day smelling like him. He was well aware that he had the tendency to be a possessive bastard when it came to her but who knew that seeing your woman wearing your clothes was such a potent aphrodisiac!?

“What next, Sarg?” He was snapped from his salacious inner monologue by Kim’s question, his newest officer evidently keen to put in a good showing.  

“Al, take Burgess and get over to Med. I wanna know where this guy got his dope from. Might give us a clue to whoever thinks they can cook this crap in my city. Rest of you, keep digging.”

A ripple of nods followed his order as the unit began to disperse but, before Kate could take a seat at her desk, Hank had stepped forward and blocked her path so swiftly that she almost walked headlong into his chest. 

He simply peered down at her for a few long moments, his tongue running over his teeth in a telltale sign that he was carefully considering something. 

“Is that my shirt?” He eventually asked quietly, his eyes slowly roaming over her torso before they paused for a beat on the v-neck where she had left all three buttons undone, exposing a sliver of slightly damp, golden flesh.

“Yeah, sorry. Asshole puked all over me and I took the bag with my stuff in it to your place the other night.” She replied raking her hands through her hair, suddenly nervous that he might have a problem with her parading around the bullpen in his clothes. 

But she needn’t have worried. 

There was no mistaking the flash of heat in his beautiful russet orbs or the sexy smirk that tugged at his lips as he inched infinitesimally closer, leaning in so that his lips brushed against the shell of her ear when he spoke. 

“Don’t be sorry, looks much better on you anyway.”