#alvin olinsky x y/n

[sexlapis]

alvin olinsky x reader, ns4w, penetrative s e x, drabble

you didn’t hear this from me but…alvin is very vocal when he cums. he’s an old guy, so it may take him a little longer to get the job done and you have no problem taking it, but when he does it’s oh so glorious.

right before it happens he would mumbling, rambling against your lips, trying not to be too loud and stay in control. the way you clench around his cock definitely does not help either.

a lot of grunts and groans about how close he is, crying out to god, pinning you down gently while trying to keep himself in check but it’s simply not working, the pleasure too much.

when he finally cums, it is just…so much and he cums for so long. al moans so loud, pressing his face up against your cheek as he does so, still pumping himself deep inside when he finishes.

his thrusts slow down, turning shallow when he sighs, face sweaty and chest heaving and stops gradually. he pulls out, stroking himself and spurting even more cum, painting your lower stomach. al huffs before collapsing beside you, laying beside you closely.

alvin cleans you up, your stomach and using another tissue for your face. he kisses the top of your forehead when he’s done.

“let’s keep this between us...just for now.”

[fangirlfrom-hell]

Exciting ||Jay Halstead x Daughter and reader

Jay has to take his daughter to work for the first time and he’s not excited about it.

For the one that voted Jay x daughter on the poll (this is not a Christmas story though)

Jay wasn’t comfortable with the idea of taking his 4 years old daughter to work, but seemed like luck was not on his side. The girl was on vacation, Y/N was on a work trip, the nanny got sick, Will was on shift and the little girl’s grandparent’s couldn’t take care of her all day long, so he had no choice. He called Voight, who with his raspy voice and without any problem said “Bring her.”

He sighed, “Ok, baby girl. You are coming to work with me today” He notified his little daughter who was sitting with her short legs hanging from the couch.

“To the police station?” Her eyes were shining bright out of excitement.

“Yea”, her dad chuckled. “Mommy will pick you up later, when she comes back home from her trip, ok?”

“Okay. I am excited!” Excited was the last feeling she learned in school and from then on she would use it for everything.

“I am excited too”, he lied, he was more nervous than anything. “Go get your backpack”, he ordered and when she was gone he muttered to himself, “I’m already running late”

It wasn’t common to take one’s son or daughter to the bullpen, but is wasn’t so strange either. Voight and Al had done it in the past with their kids; Burgess and Adam had done it with Malayla too, even Kevin had to take his little sister from time to time. This was the family Hank talked about.

Jay went upstairs with a small pink and shinny backpack with unicorn form on his arm, making a funny contrast with the gun hanging from his hips.

“Where’s the baby girl?” Adam said when he saw his friend arriving alone.

“Platt stole her from me”, he answered. He would have arrived even later if he had waited for Trudy to give her back to him. Kim smiled at the image.

“We haven’t seen her in a while”, Al peeked his head from his hidden desk to participate in the conversation, “A bit of her cheerfulness will do good to this place”

“Well, she is, and I’m quoting, “very excited” to see you all”, the proud dad smirked.

But as much excited as she was, the baby Halstead was very shy to even say good morning to them. As soon as Trudy Platt carried her upstairs, the girl ran towards her father as fast as she could.

“Why are you crying?” Jay asked in a very low voice, while sitting her on his lap.

But the one answering the question was Platt, “She started to worry when she noticed you weren’t around downstairs and then silently started crying”

Ashamed, the little Halstead girl hugged her dad’s neck and buried her face on his shoulder. A chorous of “aw” was heard around. This wasn’t what she expected, visiting the police station didn’t make her feel excited after all.

“It’s alright”, Jay kept whispering into her ear. It was only after a few minutes later that she calmed down, but even when she was acting as if nothing had happened, she was still embarrased.

Al passed by from the coffee room to his desk and handed a coockie to the girl. She hesitated on accepting it, she first turned to her dad who nodded in approval and she stretched her tiny arm to take it.

“Precauted girl. Good”, Olinsky smiled at her and she smiled back.

“Why don’t you take your colors and get to work in your coloring book, hm?” Jay said more like an order as he put her down. He couldn’t really advance in his work if she was there right beside him.

They walked to an unoccupied desk right infront of Adam. The girl climbed the chair as her dad took her belongings out of the unicorn backpack, “There you go. I’ll be right there if you need me. Remember to…”

“…be quiet, shhh” his daughter completed.

She stayed there for a while, coloring different pages. The detectives, specially Kim, would praise her artistic work whenever they had to walk by her side. She liked Kim, that woman was funny, but she couldn’t really take her eyes off of the man who had gave her the cookie: Alvin Olinsky, but he was too busy to noticed.

“Daddy”, she silently stood up an whispered, trying not to distract the people around, “I don’t want to color anymore. I want to draw”

“Uh, let me check if I have something for you to—“

“I have some white sheets in here”, Hailey opened a drawer and handed a bunch to the Halstead girl. She liked Hailey too, she had a bright smile.

“How do you say?” Her father encouraged her before going back to her place.

“Thank you, Hailssss”

She was immersed in her own world, drawing, coloring and cutting. She stood up to get closer to Adam and touched his leg to call his attention.

“How do you write ‘I love you’?” She asked the detective.

“Oh!” He took a notebook and a pen, “Very easy, let me just show you”

Jay looked up to witness the scene, altough he couldn’t hear any word they were exchanching, “Hey, sweetie”, he called out, “Let Ruz work, ok?”

“No big deal” His collegue said handing her the sheet.

A few minutes later, the little girl stood up once more to go with her father. She stretched her hand to hand him a very colorful circle of paper.

“Wow! Is this for me?” Jay exxagerated his emotion, and then melted when he read the phrase ‘I love you’ followed by a crooked heart.

With excitement, she explained it was a cup holder: “Yea, you can put your mug there”. Following orders from such a smooth voice, Jay placed his mug over the gift.

“Just what I needed” He kissed her head. When she withdrew of his side, Jay immediatly took the paper with the witten phrase and placed it in a spot where he was able to see it all the time.

Before going back to sit on her chair, the girl passed by Al’s desk and stood next to him staring, until he finally noticed.

She took him by surprise, a cute surprise, “Hey, you scared me!” That made her laugh.

“What do you like the most?” The kid asked wothout any other introduction, “Ducks or unicorns?”

Detective Olinsky took his time to answer the question. He observed that Halstead’s daughter was wearing a T-shirt full of unicorns, her pink shinny backback also had the shape of a unicorn, so he went by that, thinking it would be the correct answer.

“Unicorns, I love unicorns”

But she didn’t had the reaction he expected, instead she sadenned, “Oh! I was going to draw a duck for you”

Being in a space close to Olinsky, and paying attention to what his daughter was doing all the time, Jay listened and couldn’t help to smile to the reaction of his parter.

“Oh, well, I love ducks too!” Alvin tried to amend his error.

“A duck, then?”

“Yea, a duck!”

And she moved her tiny legs as fast as she could. Both detectives shared a look and laughed.

It didn’t pass a lot of time when the girl was next to Olinsky’s chair again, but this time he noticed. Without speaking, she handed to him the drawing of a duck happily swimming in a lake.

“What? Is this for me?” She nodded. There was something peaceful in his voice that she liked. “Thank you very much! I really love it. What’s this?” He pointed to a brown circle tha was close to the animal. The answer make him smile showing his teeth.

“A cookie”

“Well, this masterpiece deserves to be in a special place” The detective took a bit of tape and pasted the drawing where it could be seen by everyone.

Little Halstead ran to his father to tell him what just had happened.

“That’s not fair!” Adam teased her later on the day. “I want my own drawing too! I showed you how to write that phrase, you gotta remember that!”

“It will have to be another day”, Jay intervened. “Time to pick everything up, your mom’s on her way to pick you up”

“Mommy’s back?” She asked with the same bright eyes she had when realizing she was going to the police station.

“Yeah!” Her dad smirked.

“I am excited!” She stated while putting her stuff back into the backpack.

“Say goodbye, time to go. Mommy’s downstairs”

She waved her little hand to everybody in the bullpen, “Bye bye”. She even peeked her head into Voight’s office, “Goodbye, Serge”

“You are leaving already? Goodbye, little one” Hank said in a very friendly tone, “Come back soon, whenever you want”

She laughed at the idea, “I will”

It was a bit hard for her to walk down the stairs. “Do you need help?” Jay asked with his arms opened to carry her and she jumped to him.

As soon as she spotted Y/N at the desk with Trudy she yelled at her. Jay put her down on the floor when the stairs were over and his baby ran towards her mom, who picked her up in a tight hug.

“Mommy!”

“Ugh, how much I missed you” Y/N said covering their daughter in kisses.

“Me too!”

“Did the detectives threated you good?” Trudy asked, “How was your day at daddy’s work, hm?”

Wothout hesitating and with a lot of emotion, the girl answered “Oh! It was exciting!”

[sheetsonfire]

Beware Your Elders | Part 1

Fandom: Chicago PD

Pairing: Adam Ruzek x Reader

Genre: drama, angst, hurt/comfort, romance

Warnings: head injury, held hostage, murder

Word Count: 6154

Summary: When Adam gets assigned to patrol for the day, he is reunited with an academy classmate and friend. Based on Season 1 Episode 8 - “Different Mistakes”

A/N: I have been working on this for a long time, so long I fear I may never finish it if I don't post a 'part 1'. Huge thanks to @elius-learns-to-write for being so patient and helpful by reading this multiple times.

-

You approach Trudy Platt’s desk with a pep in your step, you felt like you were hitting your stride lately and being at the 21st was a good fit for you. 

“Good morning, Sarge.” You offer to the desk sergeant, watching her remain engrossed in what was no doubt a mountain of paperwork that seldom grew any smaller. 

Eventually, she pulls her eyes away and looks up, “Mornin’, Y/L/N. What’s got you all chipper today?” She eyes you curiously, but still with a slight smile on her face.

You play up your mood, “Oh nothing, just happy to be here, Sarge, under your tutelage.” 

Even though you were hamming it up, the sentiment was indeed true. Trudy Platt was one of the most revered and respected of her generation, and you could understand why. It’s why the 21st was such a coveted placement.

She shakes her head, giving you a dubious look as she checks her list of squad cars available. 

On the cusp of making a decision, Trudy spots Alvin Olinsky coming through the door with one Adam Ruzek. She leaves you waiting patiently in exchange for calling the older Detective over.

You give Olinsky a polite and distracted smile, watching briefly as Ruzek heads towards the gated stairs that lead to Intelligence’s bullpen, silently watching someone you used to be so connected with pass through like a stranger.

It irked you that he hadn’t gotten back to the messages you’d sent him since he got picked from the academy to join Intelligence; it felt like a small ‘fuck you’ from Adam - for him to just forget his classmates, to forget you. 

You two had been inseparable; forging a true understanding and appreciation of how the other worked. Sometimes it felt like you were soulmates. Whether it was platonic or romantic, you’d never had the chance to figure that part out.

You sigh, glancing at Trudy’s desk to find she’s still talking to Olinsky. The conversation isn’t exactly scintillating, something about non-suit reports, so you take a glance around at the hubbub of the precinct for a distraction from your irritation. 

People are coming and going every second, keeping the district ticking over and running as smoothly as Chicago would ever allow. 

Passing by are Burgess and Atwater, whom you wave goodbye to as they head out for their day on patrol, they had become good friends and you really liked having them around.

As you’re about to turn your attention back to the desk, you hear the familiar voice of Adam once again. He had apparently stopped to talk to some of your fellow patrolmen, also classmates from the academy.

You watched the three men converse, the patrolmen were fascinated with Adam’s sunglasses and he appeared to be enjoying the awe his very presence seemed to inspire. 

You roll your eyes, glancing at Platt and Olinsky, realising that their conversation had come to an end. Now, they were looking at you curiously.  Before you can question their staring you see Olinsky divert his attention to Adam and the patrolmen, just as you had.

Tuning into the conversation not even a few metres away, Adam’s words are just about audible as he talks to the guys in uniform, “Yeah I don’t know how it is for the patrolmen here. I mean, I skipped that part.”

Olinsky looks on, his expression changing to one of a disappointed parent, and you find yourself smothering a smirk. Clearly, the senior officer wasn’t too impressed with Adam’s lack of modesty. 

You gawk in amazement as Adam continues, glancing at Platt who waves you off so as to let her keep eavesdropping too. 

“Yeah, put in your time boys. That’s my advice. Then maybe you too can join us upstairs, right?” 

Before you know it Olinksy is on the move towards Adam and you’re giddy at the prospect of Ruzek possibly getting chewed out by his superior.

You can’t hear what Olinksy says next but suddenly the patrolmen are saying their goodbyes and Adam is being ushered in your direction, towards the sergeant’s desk. 

Finally, Adam spots you and immediately avoids eye contact, having the good grace to look sheepish as he does everything he can not to acknowledge you standing there. 

You internally scoff, cowardice wasn’t a good look on him and you were ready to tell him as such.

You don’t let it sour your mood too much, watching in sheer anticipation as Olinsky has a wry smile on his face, “Say, Sergeant Platt. Ruzek here needs to better appreciate the, uh, the journey, that he, uh, got to bypass.” 

You wanted to cackle like a maniac, seeing how Adam looks at Platt in shock, watching your sergeant’s face turn gleeful as she responds, “Oh I’ve been waiting for this day.”

–

From there Ruzek is ushered upstairs to put on some uniform, and you decide to use that moment to try and get your keys. You were ready to get your day started, and you didn’t want to be saddled with babysitting Adam on patrol.

Yet, you fear it’s already too late when you notice your keys still haven’t materialised. Trudy was clearly slow-rolling you, waiting for something, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out what or who that was. 

The look Platt gives you makes you groan, yet you’re unable to protest too much as the sergeant preemptively holds up a shushing finger. 

“Don’t. Ruzek needs a partner and you’re free, and one of my best. So don’t make me change my opinion of you, alright?” Her eyebrows go up in a pointed expression, daring you to protest further. You sigh in defeat, watching Platt nod and smile satisfied with your acceptance.

You weren’t one to want to disappoint Sergeant Platt, and it didn’t really feel like you had much choice. Besides, you did know Adam and you knew he was good police, you would just have to put aside your misgivings about his attitude for the day.

-

You're standing waiting for your 'partner' when you hear the gate open again, turning to see Adam in his patrol blues.

It’s a weird sight given he never got to have this moment when you did, and your whole body fizzles with goosebumps when he catches your gaze again.

“Ruzek.” You greet him, nodding with a smile, emotions imperceptible in your eyes.

“Y/L/N.” Adam smiles, somewhat cautiously, “Good to see you.” He offers.

“And you.” You manage to squeeze the pleasantry out, your swelling wave of feelings not yet washing you out to sea, but close to it.

Your new partner gives Sergeant Platt a small salute, “Catch you later, Sarge. Do you need anything?” 

“Nah, I’m all good, unless you see Portillo’s on your travels! Now go ahead, you kids have a good time serving the community.!” She says with a smug smile, all too happy to watch Adam get a taste of patrol life. 

“Oh, I’m sure we will,” He answers facetiously, slinging his arm around your shoulder. With that, Trudy shoos you off, and you turn towards the door as you almost immediately start extricating yourself from Adam, walking ahead of him to the parking lot. 

He takes a deep breath, knowing he had a lot of explaining to do. So he braces himself for impact, hot on your trail to the car.

-

You slot yourself into the driver’s side of the patrol car, turning on the radio immediately to check in with dispatch and update your status.

Adam climbs into the passenger side and shuts the door behind him. He desperately wants to be excited about patrol and ask you how it’s going, but there was a walk of fire that stood in his way.

He clears his throat, ready to make a speech, "Y/N, I'm-" But the very notion of him explaining his actions somehow sets you off, you'd been waiting for this moment.

"Sorry? Is that what you were going to say, Adam? Sorry that you left without a word, sorry that you blanked me when I asked if you were okay and if you needed anything? Sorry that you said nothing when I congratulated you and asked if you wanted to celebrate. Is that what you're sorry about?"  

You swallow, realising that your outburst was out there now, permeating the air as your heart thundered in your chest. You didn’t realise just how upset it had made you until you were ranting in Adam’s face.

He doesn't flinch, accepting your hurt with a guilty expression.

“Yes, exactly that. I totally ghosted you, and that wasn’t fair or right… There is no good excuse or explanation, other than I got caught up in the excitement of it all, not stopping to think about the people…the person I’d left behind. And I’m sorry that you’re stuck on patrol with me today, I know it’s probably the last thing you want.”

You sigh. Actually, being on patrol with Adam was all you’d thought about at the academy, it was something that you’d ached for when you were finally given your placement but without your right-hand man to accompany you.

Not all the wrongs had been righted, but just knowing Adam felt remorse, knowing that he hadn’t suddenly changed his mind about you… you could feel the storm clouds getting lighter.

“It’s fine… You’ve got some learning to do, and lord knows you need all the help you can get, Mr Intelligence. Being stuck with you is not the worst punishment ever, so long as you’re not expecting me to fawn over those sunglasses and the fact that you work with Voight’s team.” Your mouth upturns into a smug smile as Adam goes quiet, sitting obediently as you pull out of the lot and begin your patrol route.

Adam is sincere the next time he speaks, nodding in agreement with your words. “I definitely could learn from you, Y/N, and I wouldn’t expect you to feed any kind of ego, that’s not your style.”

Your smirk, glancing at your partner, “Definitely not my style.” 

There’s another pause between you, and you sigh. You didn’t have it in your heart to maintain that venom. You knew Adam wasn’t inherently selfish or careless, you and he were both young and starting out, so it was partially understandable that he’d gotten caught up in the excitement of everything.  “It’s good to be riding with you, Ruze. Let’s just make the most of it, alright? I can chew you out some more and patrol at the same time.”

“Yes ma’am, that sounds like a fair compromise.” Adam smiles genuinely, and your small smile is just as genuine in return. He holds out a fist for you to bump with yours, and you roll your eyes with a shake of your head. It was unreal how easily he could melt you down from being in an icy mood.

You bump your fist with his.

-

A large portion of your morning is uneventful, between some petty theft incidents and helping CFD on some of their scenes, you and Adam decide to call it time for lunch. It certainly wasn’t the most action you’d seen on patrol, and it definitely wasn’t shaping up to be Adam’s biggest day on the job. You’d even taken to responding to several cases of helping the elderly with their shopping, much to their gratitude.

Adam shrugs off his jacket and tosses it into the back of the patrol car, “Man, it’s October in Chicago, why the hell is it still so warm.” 

“The earth is not our biggest fan right now, Ruze.” You huff as the sun beat through the windshield, agreeing with the fact that even the slightest motion in your jacket caused you to overheat at the moment. You decide to join Adam and take off your windbreaker, launching it into the back as you settle into your seat.

Both of you sit in comfortable silence as you listen to the radio chatter coming in, tucking into the grilled sandwiches and shared fries you’d got from the Deli down the street, sipping happily at some iced tea. This felt like old times to you, and it settled the disquiet in your stomach from this morning’s confrontation. 

You hoped that you and Adam could actually rekindle the connection you’d forged, that he wouldn’t forget you a second time.

The last bite of your sandwich is taken when the radio crackles to life once more, 

“Units on the citywide, reports of a 10-67 and 10-68 at 1655 West Cortez, nearby units please respond.” 

You instantly put your wrappers in the door compartment, Adam picking up the radio as you pull the squad car out of the parking spot. “Dispatch, 2113 put us as responding to that call on West Cortez”.

The dispatcher responds once again as you hit your sirens, heading to your new location, “Copy 2113, holding you down as responding.”

Adam adjusts his position in the seat, more upright and ready to prepare himself for whatever you come upon at the scene.

-

10-67 Person calling for help.

10-68 Call for police made via telephone.

-

As you pull up to the row of houses on West Cortez, you take note of the uniform build, each house virtually identical to the next, save for some outside embellishments from the residents. The house next to the responding address is for sale.

You pick up your radio as you step out of the patrol car, Adam doing the same as he looks around for any immediate signs of distress. 

“2113 to dispatch, we’re a 10-97, please standby.” 

“Copy 2113, standing by.” 

-

10-97 Arrived at the scene.

-

As you approach the front door of 1655 West Cortez to knock and announce your office, one of the construction workers from across the street approaches.

“You here about the screaming, officers?” The older man asks.

“Screaming?” Adam asks, and the man nods.

“Richard Barnes, I’m the foreman on this job." He gestures his thumb behind him to the bustle of men working along scaffolding.

You nod for him to continue.

"I heard it a few nights ago, as I was locking up, it sounded like a big fight at 1655. I headed over there since the old gal that lives there made me and the guys coffee a few times. Sylvia is her name. She answered the door and said it was her and her granddaughter just having a little misunderstanding, I’ve seen the granddaughter a handful of times too - seemed nice enough though. Sylvia apologised for the disturbance and that was that. I didn’t have any other way to prove something was wrong, so I left her to it, teenagers can get stressed out, right? Didn’t seem too weird. Everything seemed alright beyond the arguing. This morning I could hear Sylvia yelling again, only her voice though, and now nobody is answering the door. That’s why I called it in for you guys to take a look.”

“You sure the granddaughter hasn’t left at all?” Adam queries,

“No, sir, I don’t think she has. I have security cameras for the site and equipment, she hasn’t shown up at all the last few footage cycles.”

That revelation makes you wonder. You nod at Barnes, “Thank you for calling us, you did the right thing, we’ll take a look.” 

He waves your thanks away, “Of course, holler if you need anything else.” 

“We will, thanks again. We might ask you to make another statement once we’re done here, alright?” Adam checks and Richard nods, “Not a problem, officers. We’re gonna be going to lunch soon, but we’ll be back this afternoon, maybe an hour or so.” He gives a small smile goodbye, heading back towards the work site and his crew.

You turn back to the property and to Adam, “Okay, let’s find out what’s up with grandma and granddaughter.”

Adam nods, picking up his radio, “2113 to dispatch, we’ve just had a 10-62A, we’re going to do a knock and talk.”

“Copy 2113, standing by.”

-

10-62A Take a report from a citizen.

-

You knock heavily on the pristine white door, glancing around the mostly empty street for signs of anybody who could give extra information. Adam takes a step back to look up at the large windows on the 1st and 2nd floors. 

Nothing happens, you both wait. Moving to knock again, your voice loud and clear, “Chicago PD, anybody home? Sylvia?” 

In the background, you hear the low chatter of Richard’s workmen and their various trucks starting up as they move off the site to head to lunch.

You look at Adam and he gives a knowing nod back. Calls like this could be nothing, but they also could be something, and it was always better to make sure it wasn’t the latter.

Adam knocks this time, not much louder than you had but you knew he liked to feel like he’d had a go too. With a sigh, Adam’s on the cusp of hammering on the door when you catch a faint shadow of movement on the first floor, the definition of a ‘curtain twitch’. 

“Ruze, movement on the first floor.” You announce, keeping your eyes fixed on the window as Adam does try the door a third time. “CHICAGO PD, this is Officer Ruzek and Officer Y/L/N, we would just like a word.”

There’s a lingering moment, then the sound of locks and chains being undone, the door opening a crack to reveal an older woman.

“Can I help you?” The woman’s hair is greying, she is round in the face, a slight blush to her cheeks, shuffling from foot to foot in navy slippers.

“Ma’am we’re with the police department, we’ve had a report of distress being heard at this address. Is your name Sylvia?” Adam asks politely, offering a friendly smile.

If the woman doesn’t like his question she doesn’t show it, offering a small smile back. “Yes, I’m Sylvia Lupp. This is my home, and I told that nice man across the street that there was nothing to worry about, I do hope we haven’t wasted too much of your time.” 

Most people would offer a more detailed explanation and some kind of reassurance, but the woman is quick to try and shut the door again, only stopped by Adam’s quick palm at the centre of the door.

The gesture is assertive but not aggressive, just enough to give Adam some extra talking time. You see the woman’s face sour for just a moment before putting back up the kindly expression.

In the motion of the door trying to shut, it had created a draft of air that carried a smell with it. It smelt simultaneously like bleach and off-meat, with a slight odour of faeces. You share a look with your partner, you already knew this wasn’t a call you’d be putting down as “nothing”. So you step forward too, letting her know that you and Adam wouldn’t be dismissed that easily.

“Uh, ma’am, please, it would really ease our minds if we could just check the house out, make sure everything’s as it should be and that both of you are okay. If it’s just a normal family dispute, then we’ll be on our way. Do you mind if we come in?” 

At worst this was about to be a crime scene, at best it was going to be a severe case of hoarding and neglect of the property, you steeled your stomach for both. You rest a quick hand on Adam’s shoulder, silently conveying you had his back as the woman reluctantly stepped aside to let you in.

You start looking around at the peeling wallpaper and the damp spots on the walls and ceilings. The smell was much stronger even a metre into the house. You swallow hard, trying to not breathe in too much. 

“I have been working on the house, we’ve had some…sanitary issues lately as I’m sure you can see. I don’t move as fast as I used to, but I am working on it. My granddaughter isn’t fond of contributing to the home, that was the reason for our argument.” She didn’t seem nervous, but she did seem like a car salesman trying to convince you of her pitch.

You let Adam take the lead, watching as he followed her into the first room on the ground floor. You used the time to radio dispatch as quickly and as quietly as you could manage.

“2213 to dispatch, we have entered the premises 1655 West Cortez, speaking with Sylvia Lupp. We are now investigating a 10-29h. Be on standby for a Code 8. There is concern for a 10-54 or 10-91D. Might have cause for CFD assistance.”

-

10-29h Caution - severe hazard potential.

Code 8 Request cover/backup.

10-54 Possible dead body

10-91D Animal, dead

-

A voice crackles through, “Copy, 2213, on standby for your Code 8, 10-54 and 10-91D. CFD are aware of the call.” You spot Adam and Sylvia coming out of the room again, Adam’s face tells you everything. Sylvia looks from you to the radio in your hand, turning on her heels as she beckons Adam to keep following, you make sure to stay in tow.

You were starting to worry about what you’d find beyond the stacks of yellowed and moulding newspapers, uneven piles of miscellaneous goods, the strewn cans of food, and the almost constant thrum of flies buzzing.

Eventually, you decide to broach the topic, “Sylvia, we’re not here to judge, but we are worried about your safety on the property right now, and your granddaughter’s safety.” 

Her head snaps to you, looking affronted, “The house needs some love, that’s all. I wouldn’t pry into how you keep your home, officer.” Adam gives you a terse look, subtly shaking his head, encouraging Sylvia to continue the tour.

You hold your hands up by way of apology, deciding you’d try again once you’d seen more of the house. This would already constitute a hazardous environment by the city’s standards, you wouldn’t be surprised to find complaints from neighbours if you checked the city’s sanitation records.

By the time you make it to the kitchen, you can’t understand how you’ve managed to not lose your lunch all over the floor, the smell had only gotten stronger and one scent, in particular, had you covered in goosebumps. 

The smell of death.

-

Sylvia stops at a door, unlocking it with a gold key she produces from the pocket of her cardigan. The door in front of you is older than the others, wooden and pale from losing its paint finish, scuffs and scratches litter the wood. She gestures to the rickety stairs dimly lit by an overhead orange glow of a lamp on its last legs. “My Luzie lives down here in the basement, spoilt girl gets her own space. She’s not home right now, out at college.”

For the umpteenth time today, you find yourself sharing a sceptical look with Adam, close to suggesting you both turn back and regroup outside.

It played on your mind that Sylvia’s granddaughter, according to Richard from across the street, should absolutely be in the home.

The older woman looked as if she was about to close the door again, but once again Adam stops the motion.

“Ma’am, we really need to inspect the entire property, if you don’t mind.”

Sylvia’s nostrils flare in what you sense is anger and frustration, but she steps aside and gestures dismissively downwards.

You let Adam go downstairs with Sylvia, keeping an eye on her from the top of the stairs, making sure you still had a view down the hall to the front door, just in case anything else or anyone else were to appear.

Then, there’s a crash and several loud thuds.

“Oh, officer, quick! He’s fallen!” Sylvia cries out, sounding frail for the first time since you met her. 

Your feet carry you as fast they can down the rickety steps, coming upon the scene of Sylvia crouched over a motionless Adam. You fall to your knees on the cold concrete floor, assessing Adam quickly and methodically.

Adam was out cold but breathing. You take off your CPD gaiter to press to the wound on the side of his head, eliciting a soft groan from him.

“It’s alright, Ruze. I got you, we’ll get an ambo here.” You reassure, only receiving another moan in response. Picking up your radio, “Dispatch, 2213 in need of backup and an ambo to our last location, an officer is injured. A head wound.”

You wait, static is the only answer to your request. So you repeat it again, and again. Your stomach begins to sink with each passing moment. The basement was stopping you from calling for help, and you were stuck down there with someone you didn’t trust.

“What happened?” You ask Sylvia, noting that though she had her hand over her mouth in ‘shock’, her actual face showed no expression at all.

“I-...he just fell, I don’t know, he hit his head on the unit there.” She points to a scuffed, faded, display unit full of old china. However, as you look at the unit you can’t see any blood or any signs that it had been disturbed by the weight of Adam hitting it. 

What you do notice is a golden bronze eagle statue laying a few feet across the basement floor from Adam. It was darker in spots, darker as though it had blood on it. 

You couldn’t prove anything without taking a closer look, but you also couldn’t afford to let Sylvia know that you were beyond suspicious. You quickly avert your gaze, focusing on your partner once more, his eyes had half opened now.

“Hey, buddy.” You murmur, giving his arm a squeeze. “I need you to keep pressure on that wound for a sec, alright?” You ask, waiting for his confirmation of understanding. 

“M’kay… Y/N, she-” He grumbles, you fix him with a look so as to stop him from talking, you figured he was about try and warn you about Sylvia, but you were already there. Instead, your partner returns to lifting a shaking hand to press to his own head with a small hiss. “Good, real good, Ruze. Just gimme a minute, I’ll be right back.” 

There were too many variables. You had to make a decision. That decision was to detain Sylvia so you could leave the basement and radio for help.

You push up to full height, “Sylvia, I’m going to need you to stand-” As you turn to face Sylvia you’re cut off by the sound you knew all too well, the cocking of a gun. A gun that was now pointed at you. 

Fuck, Y/L/N, you didn’t check for Adam’s weapon. 

You stare at Sylvia, all your suspicions were now a reality and you were mad at yourself for not being harder on her, her age had well and truly stalled what would have been immediate caution and apprehension if it had been someone younger.

Your jaw clenches, shifting ever so slightly to stand directly in front of Adam, shielding his prone form on the floor. “Sylvia, I think you and I both know that pointing that gun at me is a big mistake. My partner is injured, and this house is now in our system and flagged, anything you try to do will only make things worse.”

Sylvia waves the gun gesturing downward, “I think you’ll do as you’re told, I’m sure you can guess by now what happens to people in my home who don’t obey the rules and give this house the love it needs. Sit down, officer, by your partner. There’s a good girl.”

You grit your teeth together, deciding you couldn’t risk trying to draw your weapon and giving Sylvia a motive to shoot.  So you slowly sit on the cold floor of the basement, glaring as the old woman pushes forward, the gun never leaving the target of your head or your partner’s. Almost instantaneously the concrete makes your muscles tense and shiver, and you hear Adam’s chattering breaths on the ground beside you.

Satisfied you weren’t going to do anything, Sylvia bends awkwardly with her hip to pull your weapon out of its holster. You consider taking your chance to tackle her to the floor. You easily had muscle and speed on her, yet your surroundings did not give you ample opportunity to move or get help if something were to go wrong. You weren’t a fan of the decision, but you couldn’t risk Adam’s life like that.

You choose to instead trust that dispatch would try to check in, then they would contact Platt who would ultimately be pissed you hadn’t returned one of her patrol cars on time and come hunt you down. That, or somebody from Intelligence would notice Adam’s prolonged absence and come looking for him. 

For the moment you’re resigned to watching Sylvia totter back up the creaking stairs with both weapons and the key to the door at the top.

Unsurprisingly you hear the door slam, and the clicking of a lock and bolt follow. 

-

The first thing you do once you’re sure Sylvia isn’t coming back down those stairs is turn to Adam who offers you a sheepish smile, still pressing the gaiter firmly to his wound. 

You sigh, checking him over as he chuckles with a pained wince, you couldn’t believe how calm he was - maybe he had several brain cells knocked loose.“Seriously, I’ve got us trapped down here and you’re giving me those doe eyes?”

Adams frowns, “Last I checked it was that old gal that got us locked in here. She saw me bending down for this…” Adam fishes in his trousers pocket, producing a gold chain with a pendant attached. “That’s how she got the drop on me.”

Your eyes widen at the revelation, the pendant was marked with an engraved “L”, it seemed a given that the L would stand for “Luzie”, Sylvia’s granddaughter. 

You’re about to open your mouth again, but Adam knows what you’re about to ask, “I guess in the excitement of holding officers at gunpoint she forgot why she knocked my peanut loose in the first place.”

Frustration leaves you, kicking the dirt beneath your feet, “I should have been less patient with her, I should have knocked her on her ass. I shouldn’t have let you go down here alone with her.” 

Adam scoots closer to you as best he can without letting go of his head, you reach out a hand to steady him, helping him lean against the wall. “Listen to me, you stayed up there where you should have to make sure nobody was coming in or out without our notice, you didn’t hand her that eagle, and you couldn’t have known she’d be so brazen… She already had me before you were even down the stairs, Y/N, so I don’t wanna hear anymore about it being your fault. Alright?”

There’s a pause as the realisation sinks in for Adam, feeling sorry for himself for getting caught off-guard, watching with some amusement as he groans again, “Man, she really got me good.” 

You squeeze your arm around him gently, “I think she would have found a way no matter what, Ruze, don’t take it to heart, alright? How’re you feeling?”

“Like I got whacked in the head.” Adam retorts, meeting your unimpressed face he relents with an apologetic look, he knew you were worried for him.

“Sorry, it smarts but nothin’ I can’t handle.” The warmth of Adam’s hand on your arm makes your stomach flip, his reassuring hold burns through your shirt sleeve before he lets go again.

You try not to draw attention to your surprise at the contact, pushing yourself up to stand. “Well, for as long as you’re able to make your smart comments, I’m gonna see if there’s a way to get our radios to reach out of this godforsaken basement, or a way for me to go and get us help. Stay put.”

Adam wants to laugh at your lack of a request but rather an order, except laughing would hurt his brain, so he settles for a wry smile. “Yes, officer.” He quips, tickled by the roll of your eyes as you turn to start checking the walls of the basement for a window or alternate access point. 

-

Adam’s starting to really feel the chill of the basement as he watches you move boxes and old bits of furniture away from the walls, he studies you with a pained expression, wishing he would stop feeling so dizzy so he could get up and help too.

“You okay over there?” Adam asks, trying to shimmy on his ass to not let his back and shoulders go to sleep, his butt already well past numb from the cold of the concrete.

You sigh, trying to not be annoyed by his concern, it was sweet and you know it was hard for him to keep still, “For the 4th time, I am absolutely fine, Ruze.” 

He sighs, “Right.” Simmering in his own soup of thoughts until he feels compelled to open his mouth some more, “Y/N, I’m really sorry for everything, you know that right? I got so caught up with Intelligence, then I felt like I’d abandoned you, I didn’t know what to do with that, more time passed, and it just became this whole awkward thing.”

You stop your rummaging and periodical checking of your radio, something you were also surprised that Sylvia had forgotten to take - then again, people didn’t always consider everything when they were acting in a moment of rash behaviour. 

With hands on your hips, you face your partner with an incredulous expression, “Adam, I have been trying to talk to you about this for weeks, and being trapped in a basement is the time you choose to circle back to it?”

Adam shrugs, “No time like the present, figured before we freeze or starve to death, I’d let you know that I know I’ve been a jerk.” 

You pinch the bridge of your nose, searching for the calm to not whack Adam yourself. “Please, pretty please can you just save for this for when we’re out? We’re not going to starve or freeze down here… God, even when you’re hurt you still find a way to be a little shit.”

Adam does smile now, gesturing nonchalantly with his free hand, “It’s why you love me, Y/N. Let’s not pretend it doesn’t charm you.”

You sigh, “Oh yeah, I love you because it’s really fun when you make things more difficult.”

Adam snorts, ignoring the stab of pain in his skull, “Ah, so you do love me then, didn’t deny that bit.”

The statement goes without an answer in return, falling back into ‘comfortable’ silence as you resume your hopeful task of finding something that will get you and Adam out of this. Finally settling at a tall storage unit, one that was somehow producing a particularly cold draught from behind it.

You brush your fingers behind the heavy mahogany, feeling the cold bite at your fingertips your heart picks up the pace. It certainly felt like something was concealed by the display unit, an open space to be precise.

“Adam, I think there’s something behind here.” You say it almost to yourself, afraid to declare it to the room should it lead nowhere. 

“You need me to…?” Adam gestures in your direction, already trying to get to his feet with a slight grunt of surprise at just how unsteady he was.

“Will you please sit back down before you fall?” You chastise, taking quick strides to slip your arms around Adam and put him back on the ground. 

“I know you want to help, but the best thing you can do is stay here and let me just worry about one thing at a time, alright?” Your voice loses its irritation, face softening as you can see the frustration on Adam’s face. Granted your irritation was because you were worried about him but you didn’t need to give him the attitude.

Your partner lets out a slight huff, “Okay, Y/N, yeah, I can do that. Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, man. I know it’s not a great situation, I’d be pissed off too.”

Adam hums in acknowledgement, letting you wander back toward the display unit. It takes you a second to get your stance right, putting your weight into the side of the heavy wood as you push. Your boots crunch bits of concrete and gravel underfoot as you force the unit to one side with a noise of upheaval, revealing a blue door, metallic and rusting - the stench of death was stronger now.

-

End of Part 1 of /?

tags: @resanoona - @elius-learns-to-write - @dumb-fawkin-bitch

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doctor, doctor - jay halstead

jay halstead x fem!reader

summary: in which y/n takes it into her own hands to look after a sick jay 

a/n: i’m not gonna lie i think this is one of my fav things i’ve ever written, i would really appreciate some feedback and p.s the beginning of it is based on that scene from brooklyn 99 :)

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“okay, it’s 10 o’clock, meaning halstead is officially an hour late to work,” y/n announced as she appeared from the break room with a mug of poorly made coffee. looking around, she had immediately distracted everyone in the room with her playful smile. “okay let’s do this, theories!” she encouraged, taking a sip with excitement, but immediately regretting it as s he spat it back in the mug and abandoned it on adam’s desk as she leant against it.

“uh, he forgot to set his alarm?” antonio suggested, willing to play along with the little game that y/n had created. however clearly his answer didn’t suffice as y/n scrunched up her nose and shook her head in disappointment.

“you are a detective in a unit that just last week rescued 5 people kidnapped and used as chess pieces in a human sized version of the game and the best you could come up with is he forgot to set his alarm? pfft, disappointing, dawson. who’s willing to take this seriously?” she scoffed, brushing his idea off with a simple roll of the eyes as the group laughed at her ridiculousness. 

“maybe he has been murdered by a gang looking for revenge.” adam piped up, earning a sudden and rather forceful slap on the back as y/n cheered. her eyes looking over at antonio as she gestured towards the less experienced detective.

“yes, that’s what i’m talking about. bit dark, ruzek, but better than dawson’s,” y/n hummed, adam clearly pleased with the praise he had received by the pretty detective. “any one else wanna shot?” she offered it out into the room, suddenly the sound of rolling wheels on the chair had everyone turn to face al who was munching on a ham sandwich.

“he walked into the middle of a drug ring, slept with the kingpins daughter and is now having limbs removed, one by the hour.” suddenly an eery silence fell in the bullpen as al suddenly disappeared back to his desk and everyone was left with an image that she was sure was burned on the inside of everyones mind.

“uh, okay, someone might want to arrange a psych check for olinsky asap,” y/n mumbled, pointing in the direction where he had once been and looking around as if checking that she hadn’t been the only one to hear al’s suggestion. “anyways, all of you are wrong. clearly he has joined a motorbike gang and now makes his money on the road striking off names on the government’s hit list.” 

just as the room erupted into discussion about how idiotic this conversation was, as well as their ideas, the sound of footsteps caught y/n’s attention as she arrived at her desk. however as he reached the floor, the reason for his absence was clear.

“woah, you look like death.” adam chuckled, it immediately being silenced as jay sent a deadly glare his way. with his skin paler than normal with undertones of green, a layer of sweat draped over his forehead. jay flashed as smile at y/n as he passed, reaching his desk and collapsing on his chair with a wince. 

as everyone went back to what they were doing, y/n found herself straying her eyes away from her computer screen for longer and longer periods of time until she found herself by his side with a sickly sweet grin, pun intended. 

“i don’t wanna hear it, y/l/n.” jay mumbled, massaging his temples with his fingers hoping it would somehow sooth his pounding skull. whilst usually he had every minute of his day just to hear the woman chat away about whatever crossed her mind, he had found himself in quite the state since last night, leaving him restless and irritable.

“believe it or not, i just wanted to make sure you were alright,” y/n’s entire demeanour crumbled as she melted at the soft features of his face that came with being so vulnerable. but from the look in jay’s eyes, it was clear he didn’t 100% believe her excuse. “and to ask what the hell you think you are doing here? you are sick jay, you need to rest.” 

it was very rare that jay found himself ill. in the years that y/n had been working by the man’s side, she could count on one hand the times she had seen him with so much as a cough. in fact she had called him captain immune system for a period of time when she realised he was pretty much indestructible. y/n couldn’t deny the concern bubbling in her gut seeing him so weak.

“i’m fine,” with her eyes slitted in a look that practically shouted ‘bullshit’, jay continued. “i promise, it’s just a little cold. nothing serious, i think i’ll survive.” he joked dryly, finding it incredibly hard to look away from y/n for her eyes were filled with a warmth that he knew was an expression usually saved for those she cared deeply about. 

“yeah well, you need to take care of yourself, jay, i’m being serious. chicago can cope if you just have one day off, get your energy back.” 

y/n was reminded of the times she had the exact same words spoken to her by the exact person that didn’t seem to want to take them onboard. every time she had so much as a sniffle he would be straight over with some soup that his mother used to swear by and the name of a box set that he would put on for the two of them to watch as he sat stroking her hair in order to try and convince her body to rest. neither of them had anyone else to take care of them, so had taken it upon themselves to be that person for the other. 

“now, i’m gonna go tell voight that i’m taking you home before you infect this whole office.” before he could object, she had already ran (not literally but jay was impressed by her speed walking) to her boss’ office. knocking on the door, with a sweet smile and a sea of words running off her tongue so quickly that voight had to agree just to shut her up, y/n returned by his side. “come on, germ face, your carriage awaits.” 

“you know i love it when you talk dirty to me, y/l/n.” winking at her, y/n giggled as she supported him back down the stairs and out of the station. the two chatted away, y/n explaining how she thought al was secretly a sociopath and jay filing her in on the newest instalment of his apartment block drama until they pulled up in front of jay’s apartment building. 

as they walked through the door, jay’s arm resting around y/n’s shoulders as he struggled to find strength, they managed to reach the sofa before y/n’s body gave up. both of them letting out large breathes before looking at each other and falling into laughter. 

“you hungry, i could try making your mom’s soup?” y/n asked, as she pushed herself up to look down at the man. her hair falling down around her face and tickling jay’s skin. “i’m sure it won’t be as good as her’s but i’m willing to give it a try.” 

the way she was sat with the large window gleaming light behind her, y/n almost looked like an angel. her eyes and smile were wide, with her beauty wrapping its hands around jay’s neck squeezing until his head felt light and he nearly reached up to touch her porcelain skin. but jay had noticed the sensation way before he was blocked up with a cold.

“yeah, uh, that sounds nice.” jay agreed with a minimal amount of sass, but y/n didn’t seem to notice as she moved off the cushions and towards the kitchen. she had pretty much memorised the recipe when jay had finally given it to her on her birthday after offering to pay for it multiple times. whizzing around the kitchen, she was too busy to notice the tired eyes admiring her from afar. 

jay wished his mom was alive to see the woman that she would have loved. all the times he had brought girls back to his family when he was younger didn’t add up to an ounce of the beauty and power that y/n held in her middle finger. the way she bit back at his wit, but also had the ability to spot when he was upset from the other side of the city. she was everything her mother wanted in a daughter in law, everything she wanted for her little boy. 

“okay, give me your honest opinion. i can take it i promise.” y/n sudden appeared with a tray that held a large bowl of the semi-thick orange liquid, a glass of water and a couple pills. approaching jay, she carefully helped him up from where he laid and placed it onto his lap. “actually that was a complete lie, do not tell me the truth. i may just cry.” 

“why thank you, nurse y/l/n.” he teased.

“it’s doctor actually.” she quipped back.

jay chuckled lowly, as he grabbed the spoon and took a large spoonful to his mouth. feeling the slight sting of his tongue at the heat, it was only when the flavours hit that he was suddenly transported to an earlier time in his life. a simpler time. only this time there was y/n by his side. 

“the verdict?” she prompted, taking a seat besides him, pulling her knees up to her chest. 

“not sure whether i want to tell you, don’t think you’ll fit in this room if your ego grows any bigger.” y/n grinned as she leaned over to press a kiss against his shoulder. jay closed his eyes at the contact, feeling the ache in his body freeze for a moment as it registered the tingling sensation. “all jokes aside, it really is good.” 

“i’m glad, your mother was a smart woman.” she nodded, leaning forward to turn tv on. jay continued to spoon the soup into his mouth, as y/n chose a show that they both had started together and had refused to watch another minute without the other. y/n leaned back making herself comfortable, having already texted voight telling him that she would most likely need the entire day off, and getting the go ahead, she had no plans other than being by jay’s side for the next however many hours. 

it was sometime in the early evening and the tv continued to emit light, but neither jay nor y/n was paying any attention to the drama. jay, with his head on y/n lap, was leaning into her touch as her short, thin fingers ran through the dark strands that sprouted from his scalp. his body wrapped in a blanket that y/n had grabbed from his room, he felt completely at peace. 

“you know what, i think you are more bearable when you are at death’s door.” y/n joked quietly, as the forest green eyes were exposed back to her own. jay groaned in annoyance, realising that there was no sweet y/n without the sharped tongue y/n. a trait he adored, but at his own expense. 

“and to think i was starting to think you had gone soft on me, y/l/n.” he hummed, wishing he could forever have her giggle on repeat wherever he went, for the sound made goosebumps run down his neck and down his arms, like some kind of magic that only y/n possessed. 

“as much as i love you, i can’t risk my bad ass reputation for you.” 

although jay was sure it was just part of her banter, the moment the ‘i love you’ fell off her tongue, he found himself wide awake, unable to push past the feeling in his gut as it looped over again and again in his mind. y/n could see the conflict in his face, as he glanced up at her with something she had never noticed before. 

“you mean it?” he asked. 

“mean what?” confused, her fingers fell from his hair, making jay regret ever opening his mouth.

“do you really, you know, love me?” he knew he had committed too far to try and retreat. maybe he could blame it on the fact he couldn’t think straight, although she was like a lie detector that wouldn’t let such a bogus excuse pass. y/n blinked down at him, watching as he sat up to look at her with a hunger that needed to be addressed. swallowing the lump in her throat, y/n nodded.

“of course, you are one of my best friends, jay.” it was true, but it wasn’t the full truth, both of them knew that.

“i didn’t realise we had started lying to one another,” jay’s eyes were soft, as he reached to place his hand against her cheek, smiling as she slowly leaned into it. closing her eyes, she tried to find what direction she was looking for, but didn’t dare take the first step. without even thinking, jay jutted forward and captured her lips before they could form a single syllable. 

gently, but passionately, jay and y/n moved their lips against the others. the feeling was ever-growing as the kiss deepened and deepened until they had no choice to pull back, deprived of their ability to breath. as jay’s eyes came back into view, y/n, for the first time in her life, had lost the ability to form a sentence. 

“we just...” she began but it ran off quickly. jay chuckled.

“we did.”

the two sat in silence, examining the other one’s face until y/n found herself moving forward until she was sat in his lap, legs wrapped around his waist as she pressed her lips against his. just like before their bodies and minds were set ablaze with desire and what had remained unspoken for what felt like forever. jay had nearly completely forgotten about the illness that had put him in the care of the woman that he craved more than anything else the world had to offer. 

as their lips parted ways, suddenly the air had thinned and everything felt... normal. jay’s lips were unable to break out of the large grin mould that y/n had put them in, which was soon mirrored by the young woman. a small giggle escaping her lips.

“if i get whatever it is you have, i expect the exact same treatment.” 

“only for you, doctor y/l/n.”

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Detective Halstead’s Girl

Jay Halstead x Olinsky!Reader

description: Jay falls for Olinsky’s daughter.

word count: 1.2k

warnings: stalking, creepy men, step-parent hate, car accident, boyfriend Jay

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Y/N Olinksy, the woman that Jay Halstead had fallen in love with. He didn’t know Alvin had an older daughter, but he did. They were young and in love when Y/N was born, and before he met Meredith. Not that Y/N had any distaste for her stepmother at first, but she did notice something off. Meredith would try to get in the way when she would come and spend time or even the weekend with her father. It got even worse when Y/N had to move in with her father. She had a good relationship with her sister, but because of Meredith, she spent most of her time outside of the home. That’s where she meets Jay, at Molly’s Bar on a Tuesday night.

“Hi.” He smiled his charming smile at her. “Thought you could use another round,” Jay set the bottle of beer down next to the drink on the counter. “I’m Jay.” 

“Y/N. Thank you for the beer. I definitely needed this.” She smiled lightly at him. She wasn’t in the mood to talk, but with a handsome man standing beside her, she’d forget about her woes for the night.

“Would you like to talk about it? Maybe take your mind off of what’s bothering you?” Jay sat next to her, not waiting for her answer.

“I’d like that.” Y/N smiled softly. “It’s a family thing, well, a stepmother thing. I live with my dad for the moment while I’m apartment hunting and his wife is quite possibly one of the worse people you could meet.” She grinned, trying not to bring Jay down with her.

“I’m really sorry to hear that. If you’d like, I could help you find an apartment. Actually, my brother owns and building and so does my co-worker.” He smiled proudly.

“Are you serious? Yes, I would love to check out both of them. Thank you so much!” Y/N's smile widened, immediately lifting her spirits.

They spoke the rest of the night getting to know one another before they said goodnight. Jay gave Y/N his number promising to give her Will and Kevin’s contacts in the morning. Which he did, bright and early the moment he woke up. She thought it was sweet that Jay was still thinking of her even when he just woke up. Some women would have thought that was creepy, but not Y/N. It was kind and thoughtful. 

A couple of weeks had gone by and Jay and Y/N have been on a few dates but made nothing official yet. Y/N was like her father in that way, mysterious and keeping people on their toes. But when she called Jay in the middle of the night scared, he didn’t hesitate to call in back-up for his girlfriend.

“Y/N!” Jay ran towards her as she stood outside the front of the local bagel place near her father’s home.

“Jay!” She sighed in relief hugging him as he held her closer into his frame.

“What happened, darling? Are you ok? Did they hurt you?” Jay took a step back to scan her face and body for any signs of injuries.

“No. No, I’m physically okay. Just scared and freaked out.” Y/N sighed, still slightly trembling.

“Talk to me, what’s wrong?” Jay led her to his car.

“I don’t know. There’s just this guy I’ve seen wherever I go. I didn’t pay any attention to it at first cause it’s a semi-small neighborhood, but then it started to get everywhere I went. To the gas station, the grocery store, the post office, the bank, and even outside the building I work in. I’m pretty sure he’s following me.” She sighed a single tear falling from her eye. Y/N didn’t dare mention anything to her dad. She knew that she wouldn’t be “allowed” to go out alone or to be stuck at home with Meredith. She wanted freedom and promised herself to be careful, but now she wishes she told Al. It was starting to get out of hand and terrifying her by the day.

“It’s alright, baby. I’ll protect you. No one is going to hurt you.” Jay held her close again, gently rubbing her back to calm her down. 

Now it was taken to a new level of scare and threat. Y/N walked outside of her office building and to her car. A small fire started in a car parallel to hers in the parking garage. She panicked and dialed 911 to notify them of a car fire. She then ran towards the stairs to grab the fire extinguisher and put it out. Once she met up with the owner she left knowing they’d take care of it. But as this was happening, her stalker put a tracker on her car. As she was leaving, there was a blue sedan following her one car behind. She noticed a couple of turns with this guy but didn’t make the connection until she was mindlessly driving around Chicago. Where she went, he went. Now Y/N was terrified and shaking. She knew what to do now, but all common sense ran out of the window and was replaced with anxiety. She fumbled to call Jay or Alvin. She hit a random number and heard the dial tone.

“Y/N?” No answer from her. “Y/N, sweetheart what’s wrong?” She heard Al’s voice on the other end of the phone.

“Dad?” She sighed shakily into the phone. “Daddy, there’s someone following me. I think it’s my stalker, I don’t know what to do.” Y/N sighed trying her hardest not to panic anymore and break down into tears.

“Y/N, listen to me. Do not go home. Come straight to the district.” Alvin said.

“O-ok.” Was the last thing Al heard before the sound of a car crash and tires squealing.

Y/N sat in the banged-up car, bloody and confused. Trying to move, she saw a man slowly getting out of his car. She recognized the blue sedan and struggled in fear to escape the wrecked car. Her seatbelt was stuck and there was no way she would be able to get out of there without any help from the fire department. Sirens blared in the distance as the man walked closer to her. She saw a slight glimpse of something in his hand, and before she could register what was happening, gunshots went off. 

Y/N woke up in a hospital bed, machines beeping, and a nurse checking her out. She let her eyes adjust to the light before looking over and seeing Jay asleep in the hospital chair next to her bed.

“Jay.” Y/N said hoarsely as he woke up, looking at her.

“Y/N. You’re awake. Hi baby.” He softly placed a kiss on her forehead, letting his lips linger a little longer.

“What happened?” Y/N looked tiredly at her boyfriend.

“You were in a car accident. But don’t worry we caught the guy. And yeah, he was your stalker, but he’s locked up now for a long time. He can’t and won’t hurt you anymore. I promise.” Jay slid into bed with her, letting her rest on him. “I got you now.”

“Thank you for saving me.” She cried into his chest.

“For you, I’d risk it all.” Jay kissed her forehead, cuddling his girlfriend.

[regalbanshee]

Yeeee boy.

Can I request for Hank Voight with a male reader? Where Voight has kept their relationship hidden for safety reasons but the team finds out about it anyway?

SECRETS- Hank Voight x male!reader

Fandom: Chicago PD

Pairing: Hank Voight x male!reader

Summary - Hank Voight has kept his relationship with Y/N a secret to protect him from the dangers that seem to follow Hank wherever he goes. He soon finds out he isn't such a good secret keeper when it comes to his team.

Word Count: ~1100

Y/L/N: your last name, Y/F/S: your favourite show. Oh also Alvin Olinsky is still alive in this, I just love him too much.

The sun rose through the curtains and lit up the room. Y/N turned over in bed, but where he expected a warm body to cuddle up to, he only found the warm sheets, a sign Hank wasn’t long gone. The next thing Y/N noticed was the pleasant aroma of hot coffee filling the air. Y/N got out of bed, following the delicious coffee smells into the kitchen, where Hank stood at the counter pouring two cups of coffee. Y/N wrapped his arms around Hank’s waist and leant close, peeking over his shoulder, watching as the black liquid settled into the mugs, the steam rising from them.

“Hi sleepyhead. I hope I didn’t wake you.” Y/N shook his head no. Hank turned around, handing one mug out to his lover. “Well, Chicago never stops.” Y/N pouted slightly, puppy dog eyes pleading for Hank to stay home today. “I know, babe, but Antonio called me, they’ve found a lead.” Y/N smiled slightly.

“I know, just come back to me in one piece.” Hank wished he could tell his team about Y/N. The reason he got up every day. The reason for his smile. The reason for the slight pep in his step that he tried to hide when he was at work - it was such an unusual sight for him, it would be bound to draw questions. He wanted to tell his team about Y/N - no, maybe that was selfish. Okay, it was selfish. No maybe about it. He wanted to tell his team about Y/N so he could show his absolutely perfectly imperfect, adorable, tender-hearted lover off. After Camille and Justin, he never thought he would find love again, and now that he had, he wanted so bad to scream it from the rooftops. But the rational side of him reminded him how dangerous that could be. The more people who knew of his relationship with Y/N, the more danger he put Y/N in. Criminals would use his relationship as a leverage, homing in on the one remaining weakness in Hank’s heart. His superiors would use it to ensure he did what they wanted - it was almost guaranteed given how messed up the policing system was in Chicago.

With a hug and a kiss, and a promise of being safe and coming home ‘in one piece’, Hank was out the door.

The day passed slowly for Y/N – the big boss-man having sent all the employees home for the week (who knows why, the man was eccentric; anyway, it’s not like Y/N was going to complain about having a week doing nothing, all the while still being paid – it just seemed like a win-win). Lunchtime rolled round, and Y/N decided to head up to the 21st district to find Hank – see if he wanted to have an impromptu lunch date at the diner on the corner – the new one with those to-die-for bacon cheeseburgers.

But when Y/N walked in and went to the desk, where he recognised Sergeant Trudy Platt – many a time had Hank talked about his team, Y/N was confident he could name all of them without ever having seen them. “I’m here to see Sergeant Hank Voight. Could you point me in the direction?” “Who’s asking?” Y/N was taken back a bit by the harshness, attempting to brush it off as a bad day on the sergeants part. “Y/N Y/L/N.” “He expecting you?” “Oh, ummm.. no.” The sergeant picked up a phone set behind the desk. “Dawson, there’s a Y/N Y/L/N down here saying he wants to see Voight. Sort it out.” Y/N was shocked. Maybe confused was a better word. He thought Hank would have said something by now about their relationship to his colleagues. Sure, he hadn’t actually met the team – he wasn’t expecting them to recognise him – but at least they would know the name. ‘Oh yes, Hank told me about you.’ ‘He never shuts up about you.’ Okay maybe not ‘Hank’, it seems he goes by ‘Voight’ at work.

By the time Y/N was upstairs, waiting in Hank’s office with the promise he would be back shortly from an errand, he was even more confused.

Hank walked across the bullpen into his office, urgency in his stride, shutting the door behind him with a short bang, turning to Y/N. “Are you okay? What happened? Did you get hurt? Oh god, why did I let this happen….” So this is what panicked Hank looked like – something of a new vista for Y/N.

“What? No, I’m not hurt, nothing happened. I was just bored at home, so I thought I would come see if you wanted to get lunch together. We’ve yet to try the apple pie at that new diner on the corner.”

“Oh thank god.” Hank knelt down to the floor in front of Y/N, who sat comfortably on the couch, growing more and more befuddled. “Text me next time. Or call; I’ll try to answer. I was so worried.” And now he cradled Y/N’s face in his large, calloused hands, stroking a thumb against the smooth skin of his lover’s face. “Don’t do that to me ever again.” He lent in and placed a kiss on Y/N’s forehead, before looking longingly into his eyes.

Of course, it was in this moment of love being shared between two men who arguably deserved it the most, Ruzek came into the small office (no knock, it’s Ruzek, what do you expect!). “Boss, we’ve got another lead.” Just as quickly as he appeared, he disappeared again.

“Oh shit.”

“You good?!” Y/N giggled at Hank’s exclamative.

“Now they know. Ruzek never keeps things to himself for long.” Y/N raised an eyebrow, tilting his head to one side in a visible confusion. “I hadn’t told them. I wanted to keep you safe. Chicago isn’t a good place – yes there’s criminals, but the system is probably the most messed up thing about this damned city. I thought the less people who know about us, the less danger I put you in.”

“Oh, you stupid man!” Only a small insult said with immense love and adoration. “I knew what I was getting myself into when I said yes to that date. I love you and I don’t care if that means there may be a bit of danger.” Hank smiled. “Come on, get out there. They’ve got a lead and they need their boss to help save the day. We can just put a rain check on lunch.” Y/N ushered Hank out into the bullpen, before leaving back down the stairs to leave the 21st district and go back home; a cosy afternoon on the couch with Y/F/S waiting.

“So, the bloods came back on our John Doe – “ Halstead attempted to brief the team and Voight on their findings so far when Voight interrupted.

“How much do you know?”

Ruzek spoke. “That you like Y/N, that you guys are finally dating or that he moved in with you?”

“You really think you could keep that from me?” Al chimed in.

Hank sighed and waved for Halstead to continue his brief.

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That's Alvin Olinksy

Summary: You're dating Leslie Shay and it's Alvin's funeral but she's there for you along with your brother Jay.

Characters: Jay Halstead, Leslie Shay, Adam Ruzek, Kim Burgess, Hailey Upton, Kevin Atwater, Hank Voight, Trudy Platt. Mentions of Alvin Olinksy, Kelly Severide

Pairing: Leslie Shay x Halstead!Reader

Warning/s: Mentions of Death, Funerals, Drinking

The worst thing you could experience as a police officer was an officer being killed in the line of duty before having to attend their funeral. The wrongful arrest of Alvin Olinsky led to his death in prison but Voight managed to pull strings and still get him a police funeral. Which he deserved after many years of working in the CPD. You had all been sitting in the waiting room of bed waiting on any news you could possibly get. Your girlfriend had been the one to end up getting the call to the prison so when she phoned you during the middle of her shift you seriously thought it was Kelly phoning to say that she’d done something stupid again. But when she said that she was sitting in the back of her rig with Alvin Olinsky with a stab wound. You stopped. You and Adam were out on patrol because Platt needed more officers. You turned to Adam telling him to speed to med. On your way to Med you phoned Voight and told him to get to Med before telling Platt to take you out of service which she agreed to. You remember the doctor telling Voight he didn’t make it in the most unprofessional way he possibly could. Stood behind you in the waiting room was your girlfriend Leslie Shay holding your hand. As Voight walked in everyone stood up. He told you all the news and everyone sat back down comforting each other. Jay walked out followed by you then Kevin. Later on you all walked back in but Leslie wasn’t there. You knew she had to get back to work and you couldn’t keep her here just for comfort. You and Jay are more angry than anyone else who was just upset. Well except Voight. Voight pulled you aside and told you not to come back in until the case was solved. He told you to go home to your son and girlfriend. Which is what you did. Everything from that day to today was a blur. You can’t remember it. It’s like everything passed quickly even though it was only a week. The funeral of the man who was like a father to you.

The bagpipes started playing as you all walked out of the church carrying Alvin’s coffin. Kevin and Adam at the front. Kim and Hailey in the middle. You and Jay at the back. As you saw everyone saluting you could have cried but you knew you had to stay strong. Kevin and Adam started walking down the stairs and everyone followed them. Platt holding the flag at the door with horses, guns, more flags. Everything you could think of during an officer's funeral standing about. The pins holding your bun together on the base of your neck pushing into your neck. The tears sting your eyes. The weight in your arms is heavier than it normally is during a funeral. Slowly pushing the coffin into the hearse you all stood to attention at the side in order. Before following Kevins orders to turn and salute. The white of your glove coming up to your hat shakily. Before every officer around you all lowered their hands at the same time.

The part that hurt the most was you’d never see him again. As the funeral ended you saw Leslie and your son Y/S/N standing towards the side. You tapped Jay on the back telling him you’d be back before walking over to them.

“Mommy” Y/S/N shouted running over to you. You crouched down on one knee as he ran into your arms. You wrapped your arms around him kissing his head

“Hey baby boy” You smiled as Leslie walked over. You stood up wrapping your arms around her at the same time.

“Hey love” She smiled and kissed you. Leslie decided to wear her dress uniform to the funeral and Y/S/N was in a button up shirt and pair of black jeans. As smart as you could have gotten him this morning.

“Hey baby” You said leaning into her as Jay walked over rubbing your back as he walked around you both.

“Y/N we’re heading out now. Are you meeting us there?” He asked and you nodded

“I’ll be there” You smiled as Leslie started walking with you both. As you got back to your unmarked car you placed Y/S/N in the back before going home with Leslie. A few hours later you were on top of a rooftop with the rest of intelligence

“I’m not kidding. And so we’re driving back to the district and he’s going on and on about this Moroccan restaurant he found, yogurt this and mint that” Trudy started as you gave Jay a thankful smile as he handed you another beer

“And I look down and his pant leg is soaked in blood and I go “Al what the hell happened?” And he looks at me with that calm expression” She continued as you cuddled into Jay’s side taking another beer

“And he goes “Yeah, I got shot’” Everyone let out a chuckle at that “And I go “You got shot? Why didn’t you say anything” And he’s just staring there with that with that Al face of his and he says “I didn’t want to bother anybody” Platt started tearing up

“And that was Alvin Olinksy the most loyal, toughest, best cop and friend there ever was” She finished as we all held our beers up

“To Al” We all said in unison, tipping part of our beers out. Everyone went their separate ways as you looked up to Jay

“Don’t you ever die on me” You said with a teary smile and he wrapped his arms around you holding you tightly

“Come on, what kind of brother would I be if I left you alone with Will?” He joked and you smiled.

“Fancy driving me home so I can get back to Y/S/N and Leslie?” You asked and he nodded

[thegirlwhobrokeintothetardis]

Family (Hank Voight x Daughter!Reader)

Word Count: 3,033

Pairing: Hank Voight x Reader (Familial relationship)

Summary: When you were 8 and dealing with a mother who left when you could barely walk and a father who was too loaded to even remember he was a father, Hank Voight found you and took you in. Now as an adult and working as a firefighter at Firehouse 51, you are shocked when your biological parents come back to be in your life again.

Warnings: talks of child abuse, drug abuse, alcohol abuse, swearing, and angst.

A/N: Y/M/N - Your Middle Name. Also, this is probably the longest imagine I’ve written so far, I hope you all enjoy it :)

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“Excuse me.” 

A rough gravely voice made 8 year old you look up at the imposingly tall figure above you. You squinted as flurries of Chicago snow fluttered around the two of you, sticking to the cracked cement and dried up grass on the sidewalk. The man had short dark hair and what your child’s brain thought of as “Dumbo-like” ears. He wore a blue and black police uniform and had a shiny silver star badge pinned to his chest.

“Hi,” The man said, moving down to kneel so that you were both around the same height. “Are you lost?”

You stared at the police officer for a second before shaking your head no, “I live around the corner.”

“Oh okay, how about I walk you home? Your mom and dad must be worried about you.” He offered. Again, you shook your head.

“I don’t want to go home. I don’t have a mom and my dad’s mean.”

“Mean?”

“Yeah, he yells and-and one time he pushed me into the tiny table in the tv room and it really hurt.” You explained, not really understanding your situation but something clicked in the police officer’s eyes. “But a lot of the time he gets sleepy from the bottles of smelly juice and the needles.”

The police officer nodded, and looked down the road in the direction you pointed out where you live. There is a long silence as you shifted on your tiny feet, not really knowing what was going on. Then the police officer turned to you and smiled, his eyes warm as they looked at you.

“What’s your name, sweetheart?” He asked.

“Y/F/N Y/L/N.”

“Well Y/N, my name is Officer Hank Voight. How would you feel about riding in a police car and seeing a real police station?”

For the first time since he found you, Hank saw your sad expression change into a huge smile, your eyes lighting up like the skyline on Chicago he loves so much. And he knew then that he was gonna help you out in anyway that he could.

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23 years later...

“Hey, Voight! You got someone outside asking for you!” Lieutenant Kelly Severide called out. You looked up from the cards in your hand and then looked around at your friends on Truck 81 who you were playing cards with. 

“Who is it?” You asked, already putting your cards down.

“A woman? Says her name is Carla Jennings.”

Still confused, you got up and made your way out to the bay where the trucks and ambo sat waiting for action. Capp and Joe Cruz were sitting at the Squad table, looking up when you walked in and Joe pointed out a woman who was standing just outside the station. Her light brown and gray hair was pulled into a ponytail and she looked around jittery, her hands popping in and out of her jacket pockets. It was gray outside, another Chicago winter just started and soon enough the snow would fall down on the Windy City. 

You walked over to the woman, her jittery motions stopping when she saw you approaching. A smile came on her face, and for a second you thought that you saw her eyes water a bit from the sight of you. “Carla Jennings?”

“Yes, hi.” Carla said, pulling out her hands from her jacket again. It looked almost like she was going to go in for a hug, but stopped and then held her hand out to you. “Y/N, right?”

“Yes, Y/F/N Voight. Is there something I can help you with ma’am?” You asked. Her smile that she had on before dimmed a bit when you said your name, but she forced it back on after you shook her hand and let go.

“Wow, look at you. You’re so grown up now.”

“Excuse me?”

“I-I just, I’m sorry.” Carla wiped away a couple of tears and sniffled, trying not to look away from you. “It’s just its been so long.”

“Ma’am, I’m sorry but I think there’s been some mistake. I don’t know who-”

“Your last name. It wasn’t always Voight.”

You stopped, and looked at her as she walked a little closer to you. You could feel the eyes of your fellow firefighters watching this interaction, then being just as confused as you were. “I’m sorry?”

“Your last name, it was Y/L/N. I’m right, aren’t I?” Carla said.

“Who are you? How do you know that?” You asked. Carla’s eyes started to water again, and she looked at you and sighed.

“Y/N, I’m your mom.”

You look at her, eyes scanning over her trying to piece together what she had said. You weren’t stupid, you knew that she was probably referring to your biological mother, not your mom, Camille Voight who raised you like her own and died of cancer. You had no memories of this woman standing in front of you.

“My mom died in 2011 of ovarian cancer.”

“No, I’m your real mom. I gave birth to you and held you and-”

“Left? You left and you left me with that man.” You said, your voice a little louder then before. She looked stunned, like this was news to her. “I’m sorry but whatever you want, I’m not interested.” 

You go to turn away and walk back into the firehouse when Carla grabbed your arm and stopped you. “Please! Please I’m you mom, I’m your blood!!”

You pulled away and turned back to her, “No, you are not my mom. You are a woman who was supposed to take care of me and left me with a drunk of a man before my dad came and took me in. So I owe you nothing.”

“Is everything okay here?” Chief Boden asked, finally walking over to the two of you and trying to catch your eye.

“Yeah, everything is fine. We’re done here.” You said as you took one last look at Carla and walked back towards the house. Herrmann tried to stop you but you walked past everyone and straight into Boden’s office, sitting down and waiting for him to come back inside. The anger you felt before in front of that woman started to settle down, and overwhelming emotions of loathing, sadness, and abandonment bubbled up until you were trying to hold back sobs. The office door opened and Chief Boden, and Lieutenants Casey and Severide walked in, all three circling you in worry.

“Y/N, what happened?” Severide asked, slowly putting a hand on your back and rubbing it up and down. Your crying started to subside, and once you got to a point where you were just sniffling and whipping tears away, you finally looked up to the three men around you. 

“Um, so that was my biological mother. And... I haven’t seen her since I was maybe 3?” You explained. You turned to Chief Boden and took a deep breath. “Is there any way I could clock out early? I-I need to see my dad.”

“Of course, you shouldn’t be working with this going on anyway. Take a couple days and come back with a clear mind.”

“Yes sir. Do you mind if I wait inside until she is gone? I feel like she might still be out there waiting for me.”

“How about we drop you off at the 21st?” Casey said, then turning to Boden, “We’ll have our radios on in case there is a call.”

Boden looked at you then nodded, “Go.”

“Thanks Chief.” You said, getting up and patting both Casey and Severide on the shoulders before passing them and heading towards the locker room to change. Your mind was racing as you got out of your work clothes, memories of what felt like a past life, waking up with beer and condiments in the fridge, hand-me-down clothes from the family 2 houses down that felt bad for my situation, but said nothing. Once the image of the red-hungover eyes and gnarled and matted hair came into your mind, you shut your locker, snapping yourself back into the present.

                                                         ---

Once everyone was on 81, the truck headed off into the city to your dad’s district. It was silent as the truck stopped at lights and turned corners, finally you got to the 21st and was about to jump out of the truck when Lieutenant Casey called out to you. “Yes, Lieutenant?”

“I hope you’re able to work everything out.”

You sent a small smile his way, thanked him and jumped out. “See you guys later.”

“See you around, kid!” Herrmann yelled just as the truck took off back to the house. Turning, you started walking towards the station, the patrolmen mingling with others on the steps outside. Once you got in, you saw Sargent Trudy Platt manning the desk as usual and that put a small smile on your face. Trudy was always funny and nice to you growing up, and she treated you almost like a daughter. When she saw that you walked in, and by how observant she is probably catching your puffy face and red eyes, concern completely took over her stature.

“What is it? What happened?” She asked, coming around her desk and over to you, rubbing your arms comfort.

“Is my dad here? I just need to talk to him about something.”

“He’s out right now with Olinsky right now, but I think he’ll be back soon. You sure you don’t want to talk about it?”

“Maybe later,” You said, taking a deep breath and shrugging, “I want to talk dad first.”

Trudy took a second before nodding, “I’ll buzz you up so you can wait in his office.”

“Thanks, Trudy.” You said as she gave your arm a gentle squeeze and walked back to your desk.

“You know you are the only person that I can tolerate, Y/F/N Y/M/N.” Trudy called out. She and Alvin Olinsky, your dad’s best friend, were the only two who got into the habit of calling you by your first and middle name. Instead of it feeling like you were in trouble like it would when you were a kid, it was always met with love. You were just about to start walking up the stairs to head into Intelligence when a male voice called out.

“Y/N? Y/F/N Y/L/N?” You froze, that voice immediately sending anxiety through you like a bucket of cold water. You slowly turned around and found a man trying to stand up from a bench, but was handcuffed to it. He looked exactly the same as he did when you were 8, exactly from when you would see him in your nightmares after moving in with the Voights. His hair was matted and looked unwashed, his eyes red and teeth yellow, and even from how far you were from him, you could smell beer wafting off him. “It is you. Where’ve you been, girl?”

“Danny.” You said, trying to keep your cool. You could see that Trudy had picked up the phone and was whispering something into it, you only catching your name and “get here now”. 

“Danny? What happened to dad, huh?”

“You stopped being my dad the minute I left that hellhole called a house.”

“Sorry darlin’, but that’s not how gen-et-tics works. You’re my kin and I will always be a part of you no matter who raises you.”

“Shut up.” You yelled. Others in the station were watching your interaction, you even heard the gate open at the top of the stair and figured that whoever was up at Intelligence came down to see what was wrong.

“Oh, don’t like that now do you? You can try and hide where you came from and clean yourself up, but you will always be Y/F/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, and you will follow in your families footsteps. You’ll either leave like that junkie-whore mama of yours, or you’ll end up like your dear-ol’-daddy.” He smirked as you started shaking, him noticing your reacting and smirking more, “You can’t run from what you’re made of.”

Just as he said that, Hank and Alvin Olinsky rushed into the building, Hank noticing you and turning to Danny who looked like he just won something. “Get him out of here.” Hank said, pointing to a patrolman near Danny. As the officer uncuffed Danny from the bench and recuffed his hands together, he started yelling.

“Ha! Now you got your crooked cop to come and save the day! Just like when you were a kid!” Danny started putting up a fight with the officer, trying to stay in the area, then turned to Hank, “You can take her and gussy her up, but trash is still trash.”

“Get him out of here!!” Hank yelled again, and two more officers ran over and finally took Danny out of the space. You were still staring at where he was when you felt a hand on your arm and harshly flinched. 

It was just Hank, and he frown at your reaction to him, not seeing that happen since you first came to live with him and Camille. “Hey, lets go upstairs.”

You nodded, and the two of you walk up to the Intelligence Unit, you can feel the people downstairs all watching after that spectacle. Once you were both safely in Hank’s office, you both sat down in the chairs in front of his desk, Hank’s eyes still on you as you avoid his.

“Why aren’t you at the firehouse?” 

“After what just happened, you won’t believe me if I told you.”

After a few seconds of silence, you finally looked up at your dad, and he gave you a look you remember a lot from your childhood with him. It basically said, ‘try me’, which made you sigh and rub your hands over your face.

“This woman came to the house asking for me, Carla Jennings, and ended up telling me that she was my mother. My biological mother.” You explain. Hank looked shocked, him never even knowing your bio mom. “I wanted to come see you so Chief Boden gave me a couple of days to get my head straight. And then that happened.”

“Yeah, Trudy said he was arrested on a DUI that almost killed a little girl.”

“Jesus Christ.” 

You sighed, hating that you came from him in the first place. You dropped you head into your hands as the information sunk in.

“Hey,” Hank said, putting a hand on your back and rubbing soothing circles, happy that he didn’t have to see you flinch because of him again, “Don’t you dare listen to his words.”

“Isn’t he right though? I was lucky to get out of that hell of a home because of you, but his and that woman’s genes are in me. Its a matter of time before I screw everything up.”

“Genetics don’t mean shit. Hey, look at me,” You looked up and he had a determined look in his eye, “You may have came from them, but their mistakes don’t rule over what you will do. Look what you have done without them here; you graduated top of your class in high school, and then again when you graduated from the Fire Academy. You showed all those sexists bastards that you are just as good, if not better, than any man on that truck, and now there is word that you might be up for a promotion to squad?”

“What?” You said, shocked with the information.

“Boden called me last week saying that you had been taking the classes needed to get on rescue squad? And because you are amazing and smart and strong, there was word from the higher ups that you might get that open spot on Squad 3 as the first woman in the Chicago Fire Department history to be admitted to rescue squad.” Hank explained. You started to smile as some tears escaped out of a mix of happiness, confusion and some residual feelings from what had happened earlier today. “They’re just finalizing some things but they’re going to announce it at the Fireman’s Ball later this month.”

“Oh my god.”

“And you did that all without them. They had no say on these things, and they will not have say on the rest of your life.” Hank said, pulling you into a hug. The two of you hugged for a while, your tears subsiding as you basked in the feeling of love you were getting from your dad. 

“Thanks dad.” You said as you finally pulled away. He smiled and patted the top of your head, sneaking a kiss into your hairline while he was at it. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Goose. Taking you in was the best decision I ever made.” He said, making you smile wider than you were before. A beat of silence passed before there was a knock on the door and Alvin came in, his eyes bouncing from you to Hank in worry.

“Everything okay in here?”

“Yeah, I’m okay. Thanks Uncle Alvin.”

“Yeah, no problem kid.” He said, smiling at you and messing up your hair before turning back to Hank, “Ander’s girlfriend was picked up, she’s in interrogation.”

“Okay, I’ll be there in a minute.” Hank said, turning back to you as Alvin leaves.

You turn back to your dad and smile, “Can I stay in here? I kind of don’t want to go back to my apartment right now just in case that Carla woman knows where I live.”

“Yeah, take a nap on the couch in you want. We’re winding down with this case so when we’re done, you and me can go grab some dinner and we can talk about getting a restraining order on this lady.” Hank said. You were about to argue but you knew he was right. So you you nodded as Hank stood up and left one last kiss on your head before heading out of his office. “I love you.”

“I love you too. Be careful.”

Hank turned just as he was passed the doorway and smirked, “I’m always careful.”

“Oh-kay.” You said, sarcasm in your voice as you could hear your dad chuckle then head towards the interrogation rooms. 

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[midnightsconspiracy]

Loved Up

Loved Up - @midnightsconspiracy

Summary: Al loves the fact he’s played matchmaker to yours and Hank’s relationship

Warnings: None

Word Count: 991

Requested: Yes!!

'I’m gonna need something super fluffy to recover from grief-stricken. Hank x reader, of course. ♥️ And here’s a prompt: “I think (she/he/they/I) rubbed off on you.” Thanks!'

A/N: I feel like the start could be a Hank x Alvin fic ;)

Masterlist

The two oldest members of intelligence had known each other for a long time. The friendship dated back to his first day on the job where he had been partnered with the man, instantly hitting it off, knowing at that moment they would have a lifelong friendship. Along the way he was introduced to Trudy as well, the duo turning into an unstoppable trio. His days were filled with action and adventure, the two of them taking down crook after crook, locking them up for a job well down. And their nights, well they were filled with drinking and laughing, the friendship so tight that they spend every second together. They were partners in crime essentially, although they were the ones fighting crime, everyone always commenting on the high success rates they attained. Things slightly differed when both men initially found love, and so instead spent their evening without each other. However, that changed nothing between them, only making the bond stronger when they did see one another at work. The nature of the police force meant they were bounced around a lot from unit to unit, district to district, but each new task saw them sticking together, the higher officers reluctant to separate them. They went through a lot together, marriage, the birth of their children, and death. When both Camille and Justin had died, Alvin was there, patiently waiting and helping his friend go through the struggles of losing a loved one. Likewise, Hank was there for him when Lexi had passed, allowing him to grieve accordingly, supporting him and Meredith however they needed. He had also been the first person Hank had recruited after he took over intelligence, knowing Olinsky would stay loyal and support no matter what.

One thing in particular that he advocated for was Hank's love life, encouraging his mate whenever there were any little advancements in it. That was especially true when it came to you. Being the newest member of the unit was always going to be hard, especially since they were such a group of tight-knit people. But Al being as paternal as he was, took you under his wing, showing you the in and outs of how the unit ran. And as your relationship with Hank progressed, so did the man's smugness, mainly from the fact he had played matchmaker in the first place.

It was weird in the beginning, dating your sergeant, something that was so frowned upon, not just by the unit's rules but also from the rest of the district. But Al had encouraged you despite all the hate, telling you that that you should do whatever felt right. You'd taken that advice to heart, allowing yourself to love Hank as if no one else mattered.

So that's what you had done, entered a fully-fledged relationship, neither of you regretting a thing. Eight months had flown by, in your own little bubble of love, spending whatever time you had together. You tried to keep the affection in private, but sometimes you just needed to be near him. So when most of the team were out on a lead, you wandered into his office, meeting him in the middle, before wrapping your arms around his neck. All you wanted was to feel his warmth and comforting voice to soothe your emotions.

"I'm soooo tired," you whined, burying your head into the crook of his neck, wanting the workday to just end.

"I know baby, only a couple more hours till you get off," he reassured squeezing your waist tightly.

"I missed you as well." His eye line had been everywhere but you that day, and you wanted him to finally see you and give any sort of attention.

"You missed me huh? But you can see me from your desk" Teasing you, he pinched your sides, watching you squirm and laugh at the action.

"It's not the same as being with you though," you pouted, looking up into his eyes.

"Sweetheart," he chuckled, knowing he was so whipped for you.

"I promise we'll do something after work, ok?" He asked, equally wanting to spend time together.

"Ok, I love you!" Pecking him on the lips, you skipped out of his office, not waiting to hear his response, knowing exactly what his answer would be.

One of Hank's C.I's had provided him with some vital information, leading him and Al to go out to find out more. Driving to the destination would take half an hour, allowing the men to catch up for the first time in a couple of weeks. Al had so much he wanted to say to his closest friend having spent the entire time watching your conversation from the safety of his desk. Matchmaker Al was coming out again, wanting to know every single detail of the relationship. You would think women love to gossip, but these too were way worst! He had set them up and he would see it through to the end, knowing they were endgame.

"So, how are things going with Y/N?" He questioned, despite already knowing the answer.

"Good, I'm head over heels Al, I really am," Hank replied a love up look in his eyes as he thought back about you.

"That's great to hear, but dude you are so whipped" Chuckling to himself, Al knew it was true, despite what his best friend said.

"Fuck off, im not like that, I just love her a lot," Hank would deny it to the end of the earth out loud, but inside he knew what his friend was saying was true. Not that it was a bad thing at all, especially in your mind.

"You've gone soft my friend, I think she's rubbed off on you." Pulling up to the house, Al had to have one last dig, before the men parted to put on their games faces.

"If you say so," Hank smirked, always having to have the last word.

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Secret Admirer

Pairing: Alvin Olinsky x (female) Reader

Word Count: 1822

Author’s Note: So this is my first time writing for dear Alvin, I never thought of writing for him before I was asked if I would consider it, but not because I don’t love his character, I just worried that I wouldn’t get him right, so please let me know.

Trigger Warning(s): Language, mention of a case involving bombs

Disclaimer: I don’t owe nor am I affiliated with any of the Chicago shows, I just like to play with the characters

Summary: Y/N Y/LN is a badass police officer with the bomb squad. Alvin Olinsky has admired her from afar, never really talking much to her despite the one time that Intelligence worked with her department. Well when she’s transferred to Intelligence, she thinks he doesn’t trust her and confronts him.

Y/N = Your Name

Y/LN = Your Last Name

He admired you from afar. A quiet distance. He thought you didn’t notice him.

He was impressed by your skill set, it seemed like you could do it all. You were smart, strong, and beautiful.

Alvin found himself incredibly impressed by you, and he admired you. He wasn’t sure if it was just that he thought you were cool or if he had started to form a crush on you.

You had only ever exchanged a handful of words to each other, the one time your unit teamed with Intelligence for a case. While working with Intelligence, it just seemed like you naturally fit with the team.

You ended up being the one to crack the case and actually take the guy down, and that was when he became impressed by you. You were a woman that didn’t need a man to protect her.

So after that case, he admired you from afar. He’d see you in passing every once in a while and you’d give him a polite smile, but he never said anything to you.

“We have a new addition to the team, transferring over from the Bomb Squad.” The moment those words left Voight’s mouth, Alvin began wondering if it would be you or one of your teammates. He hoped it was you, but at the same time he didn’t want it to be you. He didn’t know how he’d work with you, not with whatever he felt towards you going on. Whether it was just admiration of your work or an actual crush, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to talk to you and not seem stupid.

And that was when you walked in, smiling like always. He didn’t know how you could do what you do and still stay happy, it was just another thing that he admired.

“This is Officer Y/LN.” Voight stated. “I’m sure you all remember her from that case a few months back.”

“Hell yeah, she’s a badass.” Jay was the first to speak up, standing up and walked over to you to shake your hand.

His comment only made your smile grow. “Well thank you, Halstead, right?” You asked as you shook his hand.

“Right.” Jay nodded.

“Glad you two seem to get along because you’ll be partners.” Voight informed the two of you.

You nodded to him. “Alright.”

“Cool.” Jay said as he took a seat at his desk again. “So partner, tell us about yourself. We know you’re a badass, but what else?”

You laughed some and shrugged. “There’s not really to tell, honestly. I’m divorced, have been for about a year now, and that pretty much sums up my entire life.”

Jay frowned. “Well that’s sad.”

You laughed again and shook your head. “Not really, dirty bastard used to sleep around behind my back while I was at work.”

Jay snorted. “You got any kids?”

“I have a dog that thinks he’s my kid.” You told him with another small laugh. “His name is Milo.”

Jay nodded some. “Well this has been interesting.”

“Are you two done playing twenty questions? We have work to do.” Voight’s voice stopped you just short of a sarcastic reply. “You can get acquainted with your new team later.” He told you.

You nodded to him. “Yes sir.” You switched to all business, serious and stoic.

As the case went on, you took notice that Alvin would keep looking at you. You assumed it was because he was judging you, and took it personally.

So after the case was closed, you cornered him after you thought everyone else had left. “Do you have a problem with me?” You asked him, frowning and full on glaring at him.

If he thought he would have trouble talking to you before, being on the receiving end of your icy glare made it that much harder. “No?”

“Then why the hell have you been watching me? Checking up on everything I’ve been doing?” You asked, crossing your arms and leaving absolutely no wiggle room. He couldn’t help but think that you would be a phenomenal interrogator.

“I haven’t been.” Alvin tried to talk his way out of it, remain cool but under your glare that was hard to do, he was certain you’d be able to get anyone to crack.

“Yes you have.” You huffed, keeping your voice level and low, it was an intimidation tactic you picked up over the years.

“Is there a problem out here?” Voight asked, stepping outside his office after noticing you glaring at Alvin through the windows.

“Seems like Olinsky doesn’t trust me.” You said, turning to face Voight, arms still crossed.

Voight was silent for a moment, his eyes trained on you. “I’m sure it’s just because you’re new to the team.” He replied curtly, leaving no room for argument as he headed back into his office, shutting the door.

You turned back to Alvin. “Stop double checking everything I do.” You said pointedly, huffing as you stormed out.

Alvin ran a hand over his face, so much for admiring you from afar.

You went to Molly’s after leaving and noticed your new partner sitting there. “Can I buy you a beer?” You asked him.

Jay turned to you and nodded. “I’ll never turn down a free beer.” He said, motioning to the empty barstool next to him. “So partner, how are you liking it with Intelligence? Think you’ll stick around and kick it with us some more?”

You nodded slowly, pondering over your thoughts as you stared at your hands on the bar.

Jay watched you before bumping your arm with his. “What’s going on?”

You looked at him with a raised brow. “What do you mean?”

“I might not know you real well yet, but I can tell somethings bothering you.” Jay commented. “Come on, you can tell me, we’re partners.”

You laughed some but stopped short and sighed. “I know I’m new, but I thought that maybe everyone would be a little more welcoming and not so distrusting. You know, since I have teamed with you guys before.”

Jay nodded slowly. “And by everyone you mean…?” He trailed off, because everyone seemed to be nice to you.

“Olinsky.” You huffed, a frown gracing your features. “He’s been watching me and double checking everything I do like he doesn’t trust me.”

Jay watched you for a moment before laughing. 

“What?” You asked, frowning at him now.

He took a sip of his beer and shook his head. “He’s not watching you because he doesn’t trust you.”

Your frown only deepened. “Then why is he watching me?”

“He’s admiring you.” Jay laughed.

Your cheeks heated up and you shook your head. “Impossible. You’re wrong.”

Jay continued to chuckle and shook his head. “I’m not. If you need someone else to confirm it, just ask his partner.” He motioned to Adam who was just down the bar from the two of you.

“I think I will.” You replied simply as you picked your drink up, stood up, and walked over to Adam. “Hey Ruzek.” You started sweetly with a smile.

He looked at you and raised a brow. “Yes, Y/LN?”

“Can I sit?” You asked, motioning to the seat.

He nodded slowly. “Be my guest.”

You took a seat and turned to face him. “Can I ask you a question?”

“You just did. Two actually.” Adam commented with a smirk but then nodded. “Sure, go ahead.”

“Your partner, Olinsky, what’s his deal?” You asked, not beating around the bush whatsoever.

Adam looked at you for a moment. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, what’s his deal?” You asked again, huffing a bit. “He’s been watching me.”

“I’m sure that’s not-” You cut him off by holding up a hand in a stopping motion.

“Save it.” You said. “I already know he’s been watching me, I want to know why.”

“You’re new.” Adam tried.

You narrowed your eyes. “Is that it? I’m new and he doesn’t trust me?”

Adam watched you for a moment, trying to figure out what the best strategy would be in this situation. “I think you should talk to him about this.”

“I tried and that got me nowhere, he just denied everything.” You told him.

Adam sighed, uncomfortable with this whole thing, he didn’t want to betray his partner but he also didn’t want to get on your bad side, especially if you were planning on sticking around. “He admires you.”

You frowned. “That’s the same thing Jay said.”

Adam only nodded and turned back to his beer.

“Why?” You asked.

“Why not?” Adam asked. “He just thinks you’re cool. After that case you helped us on, with the serial bomber, he told me all about how you took the guy down and how it was an amazing feat.”

You frowned again. “Really?”

He nodded. “Really. I’m not trying to get him in trouble here, but I think the only reason he’s been watching you is because he’s amazed by you. Which is saying something because I don’t think I’ve ever seen him amazed by anyone before.”

You couldn’t help the small smile on your face. “Huh.”

“What?” Adam asked, looking at you.

You shook it off. “Nothing.” You finished your drink before going home.

The next day after work, you stopped him as he was getting ready to leave. “Hey Olinsky, wait.” You jogged over to him.

He looked at you, wondering if you were upset again.

“I’m sorry.” You told him. “About last night.”

Alvin nodded slowly.

“Can I ask you something though?” You asked after a moment, a bit nervous, which threw him off because he didn’t think you ever felt nervous. You continued after he nodded. “Why were you watching me?” You asked in a much nicer tone than you had the night prior.

“You’re a good cop.” He told you. “Actually a great one. You’re great at your job, not only from what I’ve seen but from what I’ve read.”

You tilted your head. “You read about me?”

Alvin nodded. “I read your file.” He cleared his throat, looking away from you and towards the door.

You hesitated. “I’m sorry, I’m keeping you.” You felt bad for keeping him since he seemed like he was in a rush to leave.

He shook his head and turned his attention back to you. “You’re not.” He assured you softly, then sighed. “I’m sorry I was watching you.”

“Don’t be.” You brushed it off. “Halstead and Ruzek said it was cause you were admiring me.”

“I was.” He admitted, causing you to look at him wide eyed. “Why wouldn’t I? Like I said, you’re a great cop.”

“Is that the only reason?” You asked softly, looking at him, unsure what you wanted the answer to be.

He shrugged his shoulders slightly. “I honestly don’t know.”

You smirked a bit. “You wanna grab a beer?”

He smiled at you and nodded. “Yeah, sounds good.”

[halstudandruz]

It’s Different With You

*Not my gif*

Pairing: Alvin Olinsky x Reader

Requested: Yes

Prompt: Based on S3E11

Warnings: Swearing, panic attack, kidnapping, almost rape

You hadn’t been in intelligence that long, about 3 months, but you had quickly become part of the family. Not to mention quite fond of co-detective Alvin Olinsky. He may have been a little older than you, but the presence he brought about himself was beyond appealing and you didn’t bother hiding your attraction. Flirting becoming a normal interaction between the two of you. The case you had been working on was like nothing you’ve ever dealt with before. Something that hit a little too close to home with you considering you had little sisters of your own. Every day that passed you had gotten more sick to your stomach, what if you couldn’t bring justice to the Clifford’s? She was a 14 year old girl. She didn’t deserve this. But you finally felt you were getting closer. Tawney had seen them. She could identify them. This was your chance. You were going to win, and that’s exactly why you went to Tawney by yourself. You had suspects.

“Take your time.” You encouraged her, but seconds later your world went black. Waking up you felt dizzy, in pain, a headache raging. You winced opening your eyes realizing you were trapped unable to move. You could hear whispers from outside the room. Tugging on your arms you knew you weren’t going anywhere. Hearing shuffling you watched a tall guy walk through the door, smug smirk on his face. Closing you eyes and taking a deep breath as your heart began to race faster, jumping when you felt his hands on you. Your yelling muffled by the bandana wrapped around your mouth. A sick laugh coming from his lips as you wiggled trying to kick him away.

“Just stay still. I only need a minute.” He smiled kissing your jawline before the door was knocked in making you jump eyes meeting Alvin’s in a desperate plea noticing Hank standing beside him, but the man grabbed you as you felt a cold sharp object pushing into your airway making it harder to breathe.

“You move any closer and I swear I’ll kill her.” He warned gripping your body tighter, you watched as Al tensed. Trying to control your heart rate you counted in your mind knowing you were about to launch into a panic attack. Al noticed your struggle taking a step towards you as the man yelled at him beside you.

“Hey, [Y/N], look here. Look at me.” He said softly keeping your attention as Hank spoke beside him.

“Bro, I gotta tell you this seems like a terrible idea from your side.” Hank spoke, “Just put the knife down. Nobody has to get hurt. We can talk about this. We can help you, but you have to put the knife down.” Hank coaxed, but the man didn’t waver.

“Yeah right dude. We kidnapped a cop.” He laughed eerily into your ear.

“You didn’t do it though, right? It was all Spence. All you gotta do it put the knife down.” Hank tried again. The guys grip on you tightened even more. As the tears threatened to spill out of the corner of your eyes. Al mouthed the word “breathe” to you his eyes not wavering from yours, stance ready to take action. Until finally the pressure of the coldness had disappeared. Hank moved quickly forcefully throwing the man down on the floor kicking him in the ribs in the process.

“Ugh! What the hell!” He groaned.

“You think you can hurt one of my own and get away with it? Try again.” Hank growled throwing the cuffs on him as Adam and Antonio rushed through the door holstering their guns and the three of them hauled him away while Al appeared at your side gently pulling the bandana away from your face as your emotions boiled over. Sobs wracking through your body. He pulled your body into his as he worked on the ropes tied around your hands and feet finally freeing you. Your breaths were coming out raggedly, wheezing hard as you were unable to get a deep enough breath in tears covering your face.

“Hey I’m right here. It’s okay. You’re okay.” He promised sighing heavily, rubbing a hand up and down your back. A look of guilt and anger mixed in his features.

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That night after coming out of the locker room ready to head home Al pulled you into the break room. Nervously you fidgeted with your bag as he looked at you intensely, pulling your sleeves down further to cover your bruised wrists.

“Look I’m sorry.” You sighed not meeting his eyes.

“You shouldn’t have went there without backup.” He stated softness in his voice.

“I know. Obviously I never thought that would happen. I just...I didn’t expect it...I believed her you know?” You admitted falling down into the chair beside you head in your hands. You heard a chair being pulled closer to you, warm arms encircling you until your nostrils were filled with his scent head shoved into his neck.

“None of us did. Hey,” he whispered lifting your chin up to meet his eyes, “just because you still believe there’s good in the world doesn’t make you a bad cop. You need to know that.” He said. Smiling softly you looked down away from him.

“You know, if this was Ruzek you’d be reaming him out. Why aren’t you doing that to me?” You asked curiously. Sighing heavily he chuckled beside you.

“You and I both know it’s different with you, [Y/N]. I personally would prefer not to compare you to Ruzek.” He answered.

“Why...cause I’m a girl?” You smirked chancing a look at him making him shake his head.

“No… well I guess to be fair, I don’t think I’d be feeling this way if you weren’t.” He shrugged tucking a hair behind your ear. “Just promise me..you won’t do it again.” He pushed seriously. Nodding your head you took his hands in yours squeezing reassuringly.

“I promise.” You replied. Relaxing a little he pulled you up with him.

“Come on. Let’s go get a drink.” He shrugged his coat on leading you out of the room.

[finn-shelbys-bulldog]

Danger is a drug

Fandom : One Chicago

Plot : imagine being best friends with Antonio and returning from the navy seals, when a case comes up that he needs you help with.

Y/N x future!Kelly Severide, Y/N x Antonio Dawson (platonic)

Warning : mention of arson, murder, exercise and death (exercise and death are not related)

Antonio’s POV

“Antonio, Jay, we have a case. Burgess, Atwater, Lindsay and Al will meet us there” Voight says walking out of his office and throwing me the keys

“Where?” I ask

“Club downtown, mass shooting” he says as we leave the station

When we walk up to the scene I see firefighters are also on scene, as me and voight walk up to the scene Matt Casey and Chief Biden walk towards us.

“What you got?” Voight asks

“We got called out too a warehouse fire, when we went in we saw multiple people on the floor bleeding out, we pulled them all out before the fire got worse and we put it out. 56 victims, so far 28 haven’t made it” Casey says and we not

“Guys we found casings inside, looks like someone came in with an automatic, wanted to do damage” Atwater says walking towards us

“ Okay, get statements from all of the firefighter and witnesses, aswell as any names or doscriptions of people who have been around recently” Voight says and we leave, with Al and Lindsay following

“This look familiar to you?” I ask Voight and he looks at me

“Yeah, never went to this level before though” he says

“I have a uh— CI I could talk to. See if they know anything” I say and he nods

“when we get back to the station take Al, he won’t ask questions” Voight says and I nod sending a text to Y/N, I hope she doesn’t know about this.

Y/N’s POV

“Ugh, uh. Okay okay. I give” Thomas says tapping out

“Okay then, thought you’d last longer” I say

“Normally yeah, but not against your beatings Swan” he says, making me laugh

“What have I told you about calling me that”

“You’ve said not to, don’t care though, I gotta get going. Lillie needs me home” Thomas says and I nod

“Ever the family man” I say and we laughs before saying goodbye.

I decide to take a shower before opening up for the day, leaving everything I jump into a shower in a He changing rooms and I just stand under the hot water, letting the stress roll away.

When I get out of the shower I get dressed in my work clothes, deciding I was just gonna work today and give Kady the day off to spen with Travis, he son.

When I get the door open I leave it open so it could get some cold air in here, hopefully and I decide to check my phone and then workout a bit till someone comes in, which schools be in about an hour.

Hey, need help on a case. Gonna come by the gym with a friend in about 20 mins. See you then

I laugh, noticing how anyonio just invited himself and his friend.

I decide I have a while till he gets here, so I decide to work on my abs a bit. Might aswell keep up the navy training

I just tune the world out, letting everything slip away, it’s just me. I focus on remembering the procedure for cleaning a sniper rifle, take my mind off of the exercises. I focus so much that I don’t even hear Antonio come in.

“Hey Swan!” He shouts standing next to me, almost making me fall but my legs catch me.

Antonios POV

“So, who’s this CI we’re seeing?” Al asks, as I drive towards Y/N’s gym.

“She’s not a CI, she’s a uh-friend” I say

“Huh, friend aye?” He says

“Yes” I say with gritted teeth

“Okay” He says smirking

I just continue driving for about ten minutes when we pull up to her gym downtown, and I see the front doors wide open and there’s softer music playing then to be expected.

As we get out Al looks to me, letting me go first, I walk straight past the front door and towards the boxing gym, which is most likely where Y/N Will be.

“So you know you way round the place?” Al says

“Yeah” I say in response openings the boxing gym door.

“Y/N!” I shout walking in seeing her doing pull ups on a punching bag.

“Y/N” I say walking towards her switching her music off but she doesn’t even hear me

“Y/N! Hey Swan!” I shout standing next to her, surprising her.

“Toni, what are you doing here?” She asks hugging me

“ I need your help, please” I say and she nods

“Hi. I’m Y/N” y/n says walking towards Al and sticking her hand out to shake his, him accepting.

“Hi. I’m Alvin Olinsky” Al says releasing Y/N’s hand.

“So what’s the case?” Y/N asks

I pass her the file on the mass shooting we had put together in a rush

“Oh my god” she says

Y/N’s POV

When I see the pictures in the file, I can’t help but remember the last time I saw a mass shooting like this, at least the last one in Chicago.

“ where?” I say hoping it wasn’t downtown or anywhere near there

“Downtown, abandoned warehouse, seemed like a rave or something similar” Dectectivw Olinsky says

“Okay. I’ll meet you at your precinct, I’ll go and talk to Thomas about ... about Jace” I say and Antonio nods and they leave, leaving me with the file.

I shoot a text to madison saying that I need to do something and that I’ll pay her overtime, and she reply’s that she’ll be here in five.

I get changed into something a bit more respectable.

I walk out of the changing rooms, nodding to madison as she s dealing with a customer. I grab my purse, keys and the file and jump in my car, heading towards Thomas’s house.

When I get to Thomas’s house I knock on the door and wait, soon I’m greeted by the lovely Lillie, Thomas’s wife.

“ hey Y/N! What you doing here?” She asks hugging me

“I’m looking for Tom, I need to talk to him.” I says and she nods

“He’s in his office, go straight up” Lillie says

“Thanks” I say passing her and running up the stairs to his office, following to knock on the door

Knock knock

“Come in” Tom says as I walk in

“Hey, I need you to look in at this” I say passing him the file

Gabby’s POV

I close the door to the Ambulance and me and shay walk towards the break room.

As we walk in I see everyone acting somewhat normal, or what can be classed as normal

“Hey Dawson, heat anything about that fire downtown, anything from your brother?” Herrmann asks

“Nope, but he said if he needed anything he’d call”

“Okay, th” he state to say again before we’re all called away to another warehouse fire

[chicago-oneforall]

Danger is a drug Pt2

Fandom : One Chicago

Plot : imagine being Antonio’s best friend and returning from the navy seals, when a case comes up and Antonio needs your help

Future! Y/N x kelly severide, Y/N x Antonio Dawson (platonic)

Warnings :

Y/N’s POV

As I leave Thomas’s home, I can’t help but be surprised and slightly distraught, honestly I can’t believe what have did.

Ring** Ring**

I hear my phone ringing and I see it’s Antonio s I decide it must be important

(Y/N - lower case & Antonio - capitalised)

“hey”

“Hey, We Have A Problem, There’s Another Warehouse Fire, First and Main. Meet Me There?”

“yeah sure, be there in five”

“Great. See You There”

*end of call*

I jump in my car and start heading towards the new scene, and all I can think about if jace. Damn

As I arrive at the scene I see cop cars and fire trucks everywhere as well as a plethora of ambulances treating people. I get out of my car and I see Setective Olinsky, meaning Antonio’s probably somewhere near

I head to the crime scene tape and as I’m about to cross I’m stopped.

“Sorry ma’am, no ones allowed in” the cop says and I sigh

“I’m actually hear because Detective Dawson called me in, detective olkinsky shekels be able to confirm it” I say with a sweet smile

“Detective Olinsky!” The cops shouts him over and he looks across, seeing me, and walking over

“She’s with us” he says and I smile to the cops as I pass him

“Thank you.” I say and he nods

“What we got?” I ask

“Similar to the last one. Mass shooting, dozens of bodies and the building was burning when we arrived. The fire department managed to contain the fire and pull some people who were still alive out. Antonio’s inside with a couple of the firemen.” He says as we walk towards the entrance door.

As I walk in and look around all I can say is I’m shocked. The fire seems to have not been as bed as the first one, probably cause the first responders where here faster.

I see Antonio talking to two men in fire gear so I walk over.

“Hey” I say walking up to them

“Hey, Y/N, this is Lieutenant Severide and Chief Boden. Guys this is Y/N Y/L/N, she’s a consultant” Antonio says introducing me to the two men, I smile at them and one of them, Severide I think, smiles back.

“It’s nice to meet you” Severide says, putting his hand out for me to shake.

“You too” I say shaking his hand, smiling.

“Y/N, you learn anything about these fires?” Antonio says pulling me out of my trance

“I talked to tommy and he says he remembers something like this before, he’s emailing me the files” I say to Antonio

“Okay, Hey would you guys be able to find out the point of egntion or what was used as an excelerent?” Antonio asks

“Send is over the photos and we could have someone look over them” Severide says

“Thank you” I say smiling as me and Antonio walk away towards, what I guess is the rest of intelligence

“What was that?” Antonio asks as we walk towards the rear of the team

“What?” I ask

“Really” He says and smiles, laughing

“ seriously what?” I ask again as we get to the others

“Nothing. Y/N this is the rest of intelligence, Sargent Hank Voight and detectives Lindsay, Halstead, Rigel, Atwater and you remember Olinsky. Everyone this is Y/N, my ... CI” Antonio says. CI? Really.

“Nice to meet you” I say to them and they all say hi to me

“ we’ve got all we can from here, so we should head back to the station” Voight says and we all nod, I head to my car and Alvin catches up to me

“Can I ride with you, I need to ask you something” He asks and I nod and we both get in my car

“So what’s up?” I say pulling away from the crime scene.

“I wanted to tell you I didn’t tell the rest of the team about your scars” he says and I instantly freeze but then relax

“Thank you” I say

“No problem, I wanted you to know because the team is a family, and your Antonio’s. He may have did your a CI, but I know your not” He says and I smile

“He doing good?” I ask

“Yeah yeah, he’s been getting better recently after everything” he says and I nod, as I pull up to the station and park

“Let’s go” I say getting out of the car and walking into the station

Olinsky walks up to a metal gate and seems to sign himself in.

We walk up the stairs and enter the intelligence unit. I walk over to Antonio’s imputes and he moves aside so I can get into my emails.

Once I’m in I see the files Tommy sent I pull them up and ... Bingo.

“Got something?” Voight asks walking in with everyone else.

“Yeah.” I say as I start to tell them all about the previous shootings