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[burzekedits]

A little edit I made starring our favorite unit in the CPD.

Comment your favorite member of the team ✨

[promosbrasil]

Chicago PD 11x13 Promo [ More ] Season Finale

[alicewritez]

Late Night Love - Hank Voight

word count: 1221

summary: after a tough day at work, hank comes home to find you soundly asleep and all he needs is some of your loving to have him feeling like himself again

Hank Voight x Reader

authors note: implied smut, but nothing too descriptive or explicit. apologises for any mistakes, i’m just getting the feel for writing again but i hope you enjoy anyway 💖

The case was tough but ended in a drug bust and a peaceful drive home. Hank entered the house and shook off his coat, hanging it up on a hook while heading upstairs. The house was quiet and dark, with the only light being shone through the curtains from nearby streetlights. He gently opened the door to his bedroom before his gaze quickly landed on you, his fiancé, who was fast asleep in their bed. He smiled softly and slipped into bed, his arms snaking around around your waist, pulling you closer.

You slowly stir awake against his chest. He smiled as he pulled you even closer, kissing your forehead and running his hands down your back before slipping one under your t-shirt, his thumb rubbing against your bare skin to tease you, placing another kiss to your forehead.

"Don't start something you can't finish." You mumbled into his chest, the sleep slowly washing away.

Hank grinned, hooking a finger under your chin and tilting your head up to look at him, giving you a sly smile. "Don't threaten me with a good time."

"I just did." You tease back, a playfulness dancing over your features. Two could play at his game.

Hank chuckled, tracing a hand up your sides and giving your waist a gentle squeeze. His free hand traced patterns on the base of your back.

"How was your day?" You ask softly, pulling away to look up at him. You could tell by the look on his face that the day had been a long and tiring one and that he was happy to just be at home.

He smiled at your concern and at the warm feeling that washed over him as he lay with you. All of his worries had gone the minute he'd laid eyes on you. "A lot better now that I'm with you."

Hank squeezed your waist, taking in a breath, thinking as you rubbed his bicep. He didn't want to lie to you, to hide how things had been weighing on his mind, but as you laid together in your bed, it was the safest place he felt he could be; feeling like he could be vulnerable, if only for a minute, and the person he needed was the one that was in his arms: you. "No.. not tonight."

"Okay," you responded gently. "But if you do want to talk.. you know I'll listen." You don't push the subject further, knowing he'll open up when he feels ready.

Hank smiled lightly, his eyes softening. Your compassion and understanding was something that he cherished, you never pushed, never tried to pry him open, you just let him come to you on his own terms. "I know. That's one of the reasons why I'm marrying you."

You smile then change the subject to something more lighthearted to take his mind off the day. "We should do something.. just me and you."

Hank nodded, grinning from ear-to-ear as his hands ran up your sides, squeezing gently as he looked down at you. "Anything you want to do, just name it."

"I don't know." You sigh. "I just think it would do you good to take a break."

He chuckled as he leaned down and kissed your forehead, his eyes gazing deeply into your own. "I mean, we could have an early honeymoon."

"I think you're forgetting one major part of that.. we're not married." You raise a brow with a playful smirk adorning your face.

He lets out a playful scoff as he leaned back on the bed and took his hand from underneath your shirt, moving to brush away stray strands of hair from your eyes. "Are you trying to tell me I can't drag you to the courthouse and get you married to me tonight?"

You scrunch your nose. "Not at eleven at night.. no."

Hank laughed and his free hand pulled you on top of him, gently kissing your neck before moving his lips next to your ear, whispering huskily. "You'd be surprised at the things I can do past eleven."

You laugh into his shoulder. "I liked the idea.." she shrugs, "but we're not married so.. think again mister."

He gave you a playful shove with a smirk before leaning forwards and kissing you. "You know what? I still might take you to that courthouse if this is the way you'll be treating your future husband."

You raise a brow, shaking your head before lying back down into the bed beside him, closing your eyes. "I'll believe that when I see it."

Hank smirked as his fingers played along the side of your stomach, his hand slipping back under your shirt, teasing you. "I hope you're not saying that as a challenge, 'cause I'm not afraid to take it on."

"Believe me, I don't doubt that." A smile creeps its way onto your face. Hank just grins as he squeezes your sides a little tighter, his fingertips continuing to dance against your sides. One hand makes its way underneath your shirt as he begins to tickle your side, making you giggle and squirm under him.

"Hank! Stop it!" You giggle into his chest, the wide smile never once leaving your face. The smile on his face widened as he saw you giggling and squirming under him, tickling your sides with a light giggle of his own. "Not a chance, I'm not letting you sleep until you're a blushing mess who's begging me to stop."

A flash of playfulness crosses your face before you speak. "I know what else I could beg you for." You giggle again.

Hank lets out a laugh as he squeezes your side once again, a low groan escaping from him as teases. "Oh yeah? What do you have in mind Mrs.-almost-Voight?" His smirk widens.

“You know exactly what I have in mind.” You mirror his smirk, a feeling of lust washing over you as you grind into him.

He lets out a low groan at the feeling as his hands shift from your side to your hips, his mouth curling into a sly smirk. He knew how much this drove you crazy so he pressed against you further against him, making you moan. “Hank.. please..”

Hank’s breath hitched as he heard you moan his name and the feeling of you grinding against him sent shivers down his spine as he squeezed you tighter. He decided to tease you further, slowly shifting his fingers to your leg and running them along your thigh. “Please what Y/N?”

“I need you Hank.. please.” You plead with him, becoming frustrated. He grinned, his eyes widening as he took a sharp breath and the feeling and sounds of you pleading sent warmth and lust racing through him as his voice became more gruff. “I’ve never heard you sound so desperate before… you sure you want this, baby?”

You nod quickly. “More than sure.”

Hank grinned as he pressed himself closer, sliding his body against yours as he leans down to kiss your forehead. He leans back, his eyes flickering all over your body, drinking in the sight of you underneath him. His lips hovered above yours as he breathed steadily, gazing into your eyes.“I’m gonna make this night something worth remembering.”

And that he did.

[aesthetic--mood]

Chicago Fire Aesthetic

[kboo1999]

Adam’s nod of approval at Officer Cook…

Then he gave her a pat on the back.

AND she pretty much got the approval/go ahead from Voight.

Like yes ma'am...you're in.

[hollywoodoutbreak]

You've probably heard the old saying that goes, "If you do what you love, you'll never work a day in your life." Well, that's exactly how Jason Beghe feels about his long-running role as Sgt. Hank Voight on Chicago P.D. For the last decade or so, he said he's been living an actor's dream of a great character, a great cast, great writing, and a great crew, so he couldn't have asked for anything better.

Chicago P.D. airs Wednesdays at 10/9c on NBC, and episodes start streaming the following day on Peacock.

[plotting-against-you]

My Own Worst Enemy

Fandom: One Chicago

Characters: Halstead Sister Reader, Jay Halstead, Will Halstead, Dr. Charles, Ethan Choi, Maggie Lockwood

Summary: You have a relapse in your anorexia, and no one knows until you show up at Med.

Warnings: Eating Disorders (i.e., anorexia) and their symptoms and habits.

Author's Note: I know nothing about anorexia, so I had to google it. If this comes off in any way incorrect, please know that I'm sorry. Also, if you ever find yourself in this situation, please seek help...I know it's hard, but we want you safe and healthy.

It started with a harmless comment. That’s what anyone would have thought, though you knew it wasn’t harmless. Not to you at least.

You had just gotten a full-time job at your local library, which seemed heaven-sent. You’d always loved being around books, so it all seemed to click when you found this job online.

Then the comment came.

You were eating during your allotted thirty-minute lunch break in the staff break room a week after starting when two women walked in from another department. You hadn’t met them yet but cringed when you saw their figures.

You hadn’t had the easiest time growing up. You were constantly picked on and developed an eating disorder at sixteen. Coincidentally, that was when your mom got sick, so you hid your illness in an attempt to keep the focus on her. It worked…until it didn’t.

You’d landed in the hospital where they diagnosed you with anorexia, and you’d had to work extra hard to come back from it ever since.

Seeing the women and their “perfect” figures didn’t make you recoil as it once would have, but their comments did.

“Girl, you brought a whole package of turkey to work? How many sandwiches are you planning on making?”

The other woman shrugged. “Don’t make fun of me! I like my turkey sandwiches, okay? Besides, you know I could eat a whole horse and not gain a pound.”

You looked down at the leftover beef stew in front of you and slowly laid down your fork. You had been having a stressful time recently with the new job, and your already fragile psyche took the hit as if it were a personal attack on you.

Boxing up what was left of the dinner you’d had at Jay and Hailey’s the night before, you tossed it in the garbage and grabbed a water.

“This is all I need today.” You told yourself. “I’ll do better tomorrow.”

…

You hadn’t done better tomorrow.

In fact, it had been weeks since you had started up your old habits. Luckily for you, it was easy to hide the signs from your family since it was just Jay and Will, and they’d both been working weird hours, making it impossible to see each other.

You had just gotten home from your day at work, having had nothing more than a bottle of water for lunch, and leaned against the couch in exhaustion. Though you grew increasingly tired every day, you found it hard to sleep at night.

You knew that was a symptom of the disease that had come back in full force, but you refused to accept it.

Dropping your bag, it made a thud on the floor, and you blinked your eyes a few times to clear them of the dots that danced in your vision. You were dizzy, but you refused to call your brothers for help.

Just as the thought entered your mind, your phone rang, and everything went dark as you reached to answer it.

…

You woke up on the floor behind your couch, your head pounding, your stomach growling, and your phone still ringing.

Reaching out an arm to search for your phone, you pulled it to your ear and scrunched your face in annoyance. “Hello?”

There was a pause. “Thank fuck.”

You continued to lie on the floor but opened your eyes in confusion. “Excuse me?”

“I’ve called you like twelve times.” Jay’s voice said on the other line. “I thought maybe you had been hurt or something.”

“I was napping.” You lied, though you figured it was close to the truth. “It’s been a long day.”

Jay snorted. “You work at a library. How hard can that be?”

“You’d be surprised.”

He ignored you. “Well, did you forget that you were supposed to meet Will and I at Molly’s for a drink tonight?”

“Shit. That was tonight?” Between focusing on work and spending your free time counting your calories, you’d forgotten about the invitation from your brothers. “I’m sorry. I’m exhausted.”

“Are you sure nothing’s wrong?” Jay’s voice sounded concerned.

“I’m fine, honest. Just tired. Rain check?” You ignored the fact that you were still lying on the ground.

Jay sighed, disappointment filling his tone. “Okay. We’ll do it another night.”

“Thanks, Jay.” You told him as you hung up.

Then you lay on the floor, resting a hand on your aching stomach. It had been some time since you’d put anything other than water and some nuts into it but couldn’t bring yourself to care.

You would soon be at your ideal weight, and everything would return to normal.

…

You nearly screamed when you brushed your hair the following day and found a large chunk of it tangled in the brush. Your hair started falling out again, as it had when you were younger, and you sighed.

You knew you needed help, but you didn’t want any. You liked this control, and you liked having this ideal image in your head.

Ignoring the anxious pit in your stomach, you continued to get ready for work and left your apartment. Everything would be fine, you told yourself.

And it was…until midday.

You had been in the stacks trying to locate a book for a patron when the dizziness set in. Blinking it away, you reached for the top shelf when the world tilted on its axis, and you were suddenly lying on the ground staring up at the ceiling.

People were around you immediately, but everything sounded like a train flying past your ears. Sitting up, you waved everyone off but let your director pull you into the first aid room.

He grabbed a bottle of water and had you sit while he pulled out your emergency contact information. “You’re okay, Y/N. I’m going to call your emergency contact to pick you up and get you checked out.”

Groaning, you tried to stop him. “It’s okay, really. My brother is a doctor. I’ll just get him to check me out after my shift.”

The last thing you needed was for him to call Jay, your first emergency contact, or Will, your secondary contact. They would freak out, and you didn’t want them to know anything about this.

“Y/N, you collapsed. That’s not something we play around with here.” Your boss told you.

You shook your head and went to stand when the world went black again, and you crumpled to the ground.

…

“Dr. Choi! We’ve got incoming.” Maggie yelled to the physician and turned to the ambulance bay as the doors opened.

“What do we got?” He asked, running over and meeting the eyes of the paramedic.

“Thirty-year-old female collapsed at work twice. Lost consciousness on the second fall. Severely malnourished and dehydrated. BP is low, and so is her blood sugar.”

Looking down at you, Ethan sighed. He knew what this probably meant and knew your brothers would be worried. “Mags, keep them out of my treatment room until after I’ve finished.”

“You got it.” She told him and looked at you worriedly.

As they transferred you to a hospital gurney, Ethan shined his pen light into your eyes. “Y/N? Can you hear me?”

Your face contorted in disgust, trying to escape the light as you nodded. “Hmm…yeah.”

“Can you open your eyes for me?”

“If you stop shining a light in them….” You muttered but instantly felt terrible. “I’m sorry….”

Ethan shook his head. “You’ve got nothing to be sorry for, Y/N.”

He rattled off a bunch of tests to the nurse before you bit your lip. “I’m screwed, aren’t I?”

He sighed. “Y/N…you know how this looks. You can either let me run a bunch of unnecessary tests, or you can let me call Dr. Charles, and we can get this over with sooner.”

“What about my brothers?” You asked meekly.

“I can keep them out until after you talk to Dr. Charles if you want?” He suggested though he knew he’d have a battle on his hands.

You nodded. “Please.”

“Okay. I’ll have Maggie page Dr. Charles, and we’ll go from there.”

…

While he usually walked into work at a leisurely pace, Will found himself rushing inside to meet his brother. “What happened?”

Jay shrugged. “I don’t know, man. Her boss called and said she’d passed out twice at work today, but when I got here, Maggie and Ethan told me I had to wait out here.”

Turning to look at the nurse, Will’s eyes held fury before Ethan stepped in. “Will, she asked for some time. Dr. Charles is in with her right now, and then you can go in.”

“Dr. Charles?” Jay asked him. “But why would-”

The thought dawned on both brothers simultaneously, and they looked sadly at each other. It had been nearly fifteen years since they had dealt with this, but it looked like your worst enemy was back and swinging.

The door opened, and Dr. Charles walked out of the treatment room. “Boys. You can go in now.”

Jay took off the second the words came out, but Will stayed back, looking at his colleague in fear and anguish.

“Is it…it’s back, isn’t it?” The redhead asked him.

The seasoned doctor sighed. “She’s permitted me to tell you this, so yes…her anorexia is apparent again. She said she’s been dealing with it for a few weeks now.”

The eldest Halstead looked towards your room and sighed. “I wish we’d known. It’s the same thing that happened before, you know? We didn’t know until she ended up in the hospital.”

“This can be a tough thing.” Dr, Charles told him. “But you know as well as I do that recovery is possible, and you had to know that a relapse could happen.”

Will nodded. “Yeah, I just thought we were in the clear.”

“Well, I can tell you that we came up with a therapy plan and scheduled a meeting with a nutritionist. I can also tell you that your sister is very strong but very scared of what you might be feeling, so please…go in and see her.”

Nodding almost robotically, Will moved over to your room and sighed as he took in your appearance. “Hey, kid.”

You raised your tear-filled eyes to him but kept your grip on Jay’s hand. “I’m so sorry.”

Will moved forward instantly and came to your side, brushing the bangs out of your face. “You have nothing to apologize for, Y/N/N.”

“What happened?” Jay asked quietly.

You bit your lip. “I’ve been really stressed lately, and then someone made a comment at work…it just slid away from there. I didn’t mean for it to get this bad.”

“When I called you last night, and you said you’d been napping?”

You looked at Jay sadly. “I had passed out in my apartment and didn’t want to tell you.”

“Y/N…you can’t be doing this to yourself,” Will told you. “I know you’ve started on a plan with Dr. Charles, but will you let us help you, too?”

You nodded slowly. “Please. I need help.”

“And you’re going to get it,” Will promised his little sister.

Jay sighed. “Listen, I think you should move in with Hailey and I…at least for a little while. It might be easier to handle if you have support around you.”

You snorted. “You just don’t want me home alone in case I relapse again.”

He looked at you sadly. “Can you blame me?”

You shook your head. “No…no, I can’t. And I will take you up on that offer so long as Hailey’s okay with it.”

“She will be. You know she loves you.” Jay smiled, though it was strained. “You know we love you, too, right?”

You nodded. “Yeah. I love you both right back.”

[cloveroctobers]

The only decent mid-season finale they gave us this week was in fact: Chicago med, Chicago PD, and I guess found did a little something something too!

[burvoight98]

List of shows I'm watching now + favourite character(s)

Chicago PD (Burgess)

9-1-1 (Bobby, Athena & Chim)

9-1-1: Lone Star (Marjan)

Rescue: HI-Surf (Em)

Brilliant Minds (Wolf)

Matlock (Billy)

Found (Dhan)

NCIS: Origins (Mike)

Gangnam B-Side

A Remarkable Place To Die

Mistletoe Murders

Holidazed

The list will be updated when I watch a new show and when a show ends!

Check here for a full of list of shows I've seen.

Follow me on twitter: detburgess

[thena0315]

One Chicago Returns for 2024-2025 Season

[promosbrasil]

Chicago PD 11x12 Promo [ Inventory ]

[lady-rhaesnow]

I have come to the heartbreaking conclusion that I will not be watching the latest season of Chicago PD.

Honestly the last season nearly destroyed me and I don’t think I have it in me to watch Gwen ruin what was once my safety ship. Hailey and Jay deserve so much better and I will not be relying on the ridiculous writing that is happening in the writers room for any sense of closure because as we can clearly see that is just not going to happen.

I would like to believe that Hailey and Jay got married and are very much happy together thank you very much. Because that is what they deserve.

I refuse to be disrespected by this atrocious storyline for them. We know this is not how things would have worked out had there been some real writing happening.

I will gladly stick to the fanfics written by the very talented people in our fandom who know how to deliver on an ending.

I wish I could stay I would stay just to watch Tracy but honestly I did that with the previous season and it didn’t do me any favours. I won’t be doing that again.

Sorry, but I’m out.

[my-fandom-mania]

I miss Antonio Dawson 💙

[kboo1999]

Chicago P.D. Season 12, Episode 2: "Blood Bleeds Blue"

yaeah forgot, how still big mad i am at them for this

oh ruz

this is not what to do sir

is this going to be the "new" actual officer

oh wow...if this is her, she's showing her toughness

ahhhh!!! yessss!!! atwater!!!!

i love that kev was the first from intelligence to come to adam's side

i guess i did kinda miss patrol being more involved...it was just different when it was burgess & atwater or even burgess &

yes for telling him to grab it

cook. lol.

oh no. ruzek is going silent deadly mode...

anyone else find it interesting how anytime that they've introduced a new female character, kim has NOT been in that particular episode...

ugh. hate this.

"he's just a tiny little thing"

officer cook is pretty hilarious it seems

boys? plural?? hold up. whatttt??????!??!!??!

oh yeahhhhhh torres!!!!

lol. dante. hank calls him dante now???!!!?!?!!?!!!

i really hope that next epsiode 12x3 brings the same that 11x3 brought with all the. domestic Burzek

i love all this multi team up between units, teams, etc - patrol, all of platt's people, and more - people being concerned about martel

yeahhhhhh, this officer cook is funny as fucking hell. she really said, "dumbass"

oh..no...kevin's face. it says it all.

omfg. i guess martel really had a lot of people that liked her..

ugh. poor ruzek.

really hank???

OCD teams...

these kids trip me fucking out!!!! like immediately taking defense against the cops just because

this kid is very knowledgeable, though

yyeaaahhhh. this dad, daryl. he screams bad news frf

lol. not i didn't want to know. that should tell you all that you ever need to know about someone.

yes officer, yessss!!!

oh no.

i forgot he even had the blood on his hands to begin with

yes. see officer cook. yes. good.

um...so the kid grabbed a gun.

exactly why the hell. ohhhhh. yep. so the kid is going after his dad. at least that's what I'm assuming

bruh. these people and aiming guns at the cops like that ...

ugh. and these damn kids.

really kid?? really?

yes, torres yes!!!!!

lol. not the my dad's crazy.

"until you hear direct word from officer ruzek" agh!!!! ⎯ i love that, adam deserves to be in charge of these things again, he's more than earned it, and been in intelligence the longest.

lol damn - adam was mother fucking ready

and boom. it all goes boom.

aww, hank's little run up to adam and trying to get through to adam is wild.

really dig officer cook.

sooo, maybe it's adam that's going to get his gold shield then?

um interesting. so we're going straight into a atwater centric episode.

ADAM RUZEK

oh ruz

god. poor ruz.

and kim is not here to be with him.

this is not what to do sir

ruzek goes crazy when. in vengeance mode, we know that

aww, the way that adam says, "he's just a tiny little thing"

soooooo, is he ever going to at least give kim like a quick call or text to let her know that he's at least alive??

awww, kim is calling!!!!

but seriously, lol wow, it's like i just knew there connection would lead to kim and adam

i am curious as to if makayla stayed with adam, or if she's with kim at her little conference

not adam knowing it's hank before he even pulled into his peripheral

and she calls againnnnn!!!!

awww!!!!! the pic of Kim & Makayla as Kim's contact pic

lol your wife. the fact that she assumed it was his wife. like yes duhhhhh!!! DEFINITELY HIS WIFEY!!!!

soon to be.

awwwhhh.

you can't!!! you just can't???

OMFG. ADAM. DO NOT BE THIS VERSION OF ADAM AGAIN. please!!!!!

oh hell. adam!!!

yes. this reminds me of OG ADAM RUZEK!!! ⎯ the adam that i feel in love withhh

oh no. ruz. he's shaking so bad

so based on the progression and word usage of this episode, I'm going to go out on a limb here, and assume that it's adam that's going to be promoted to detective

OFFICER COOK

the toughness

she really without hesitation dove into partnering up with adam

officer cook is pretty damn hilarious it seems

this chick is funny!!!

she really without hesitation dove into partnering up with adam

"dumbass", lol i cannnnooooottttt, she's funny lol

yes officer cook, yessss!!!

that was a nice little love tap to the side of the car there officer cook

oh hell!!!!!!

he really drove off with her ass on the hood.

and then she still hung in there and got a damn shot off

she's a badass. i like her. i like her a lot!!

ATWATER

love that kev was the first to get there for adam from intelligence

kinda hate that atwater seemed to have been "stuck" (can't really think of any other word for it then that)

DISTRICT 21

i love that they finally showed us some of the rest of the district

it's been a really long time since they've all been keyed in and involved

TRUDY (MF) PLATT

oh trudyyyyy lol. i missed ma ladyyy, hardcore!!!

yessssss, platt heard intelligence, and was like hell fucking nah.

platt heard the ruzek part and was hell nah bruh

god. seriously. i love a trudy platt.

the way that trudy loves adam is just ahh.

BURZEK

soooooo, is he ever going to at least give kim like a quick call or text to let her know that he's at least alive??

i am curious as to if makayla stayed with adam, or if she's with kim at her little conference

and she calls againnnnn!!!!

lol your wife. the fact that she assumed it was his wife. like yes duhhhhh!!! DEFINITELY HIS WIFEY!!!!

soon to be.

awwwhhh.

you can't!!! you just can't???

OMFG. ADAM. DO BE THIS VERSION OF ADAM AGAIN. please!!!!!

OFFICER RUZEK & OFFICER COOK

lol wife!!!. the fact that she assumed it was his wife. like yes, YESSSSS DEFINITELY HIS WIFEY!!!! - adam's little "soon to be", i am loving this whole thing

“officer cook you alright?” - the slight desperation in adam’s voice there

the way that adam gave props and recognition. a wonderful man.

HANK VOIGHT

the way that hank walks when he's rushing. lol.

DANTE TORRES

aww, dante torres. one of the best additions to the team..

seriously just mmmm. another torres sighting.

torres and this car crack me tf up!!!!

it's a good way to stay undercover though

god. the way he talks. *sigh* i love him.

i love torres and all his tats

i also just love dante torres as a whole. he's an amazing and delicious man

forgot how amazing and quick torres is. such an on your feet thinker….

you can tell he cares soooo much too...

DEPUTY REID

Deputy Reid…yeah. seems like he's going to be a good addition, fr fr. maybe we can actually keep him

PADDY

well damn paddy. what did you do turning your off break?? cause babbbbyyyyyy, them muscles are yelling 💪🏼

[hollywoodoutbreak]

Despite recent shortened seasons due to the pandemic and industry strikes, Chicago P.D. is back in full force for its 12th season, captivating audiences once again. Star Jason Beghe, who has anchored the show as Sergeant Hank Voight since its debut, returns with a renewed passion. He's tackling the challenges of a full season head-on, embracing the demanding workload with his characteristic intensity.

Don't miss Chicago P.D. Wednesday nights at 10/9c on NBC and streaming the next day on Peacock.

[plotting-against-you]

Pain in the Neck

Fandom: One Chicago

Characters: Jay Halstead, Will Halstead, Ellie Halstead, Greg "Mouse" Gerwitz, Connor Rhodes

Summary: Ellie gets a nasty migraine, causing her to end up at Med.

A/N: Based on a prompt sent to me by @chrisevansdaughter. Not exactly what you asked for but I hope you like it just as well.

Warnings: Vomiting (not graphic), symptoms of migraine

Ellie sighed as she looked out the window of her private jet and watched her hometown come into view. It was something she was grateful for as the stiffness in her neck was starting to intensify and she just wanted to get off the plane and back into her own apartment.

It had been several weeks, months even, for this last chunk of her tour and now the whole crew were headed home for a two month break between tour locations. Though Ellie loved her fans and the tour experience they were all having, she couldn’t wait to be home with her family and friends for a while.

She looked up as the pilot put the seatbelts sign on for their landing and closed her eyes. Once she got home, she’d feel better.

…

The blonde groaned as she laid on the couch listening to her texts come through. Her neck had not gotten better when she got home. In fact, it had worsened into what she now knew was a gradually forming migraine.

She hated being sick, especially at times like this. Though she knew she was on break and could manage a few days of illness, there was something else entirely she couldn’t handle. Just as the thought crossed her mind, her phone rang, making her groan again.

“What?”

“So that’s how you answer the phone now?”

She rolled her eyes at Jay’s response, but winced as it shot tendrils of pain through her skull. “Sorry, tired.”

He was silent for a second. “You okay?”

Ellie sighed. This was why she couldn’t afford to get sick. She had two overbearing older brothers breathing down her painfully stiff neck.

Before she could answer, however, the phone was pulled from her hands and she was lowered into a horizontal position. “Dude, she’s got a migraine, leave her be.”

Ellie smiled as her husband pulled the throw blanket up over her shoulders and kissed her forehead, all while hanging up on her brother. He knew she loved them, but also knew she hated how badly overprotective they were. She had pointed out on numerous occasions that he was the same way, but he simply shushed her by pointing out that he was her husband and it was his job.

…

A few hours later, Ellie blinked and realized she had fallen asleep. Then she realized something was wrong. She squeezed her eyes shut again and breathed deeply, trying to stave off the nausea that had come on very suddenly.

She felt the couch dip and a hand run itself through her messy tendrils of hair before landing on her forehead. “No.”

Mouse sighed. “Babe…”

Without warning, Ellie jumped from the couch. Mouse immediately stood to steady her and then she was running for the bathroom. He winced as she threw up for several minutes then crouched as she leaned back against him.

“You do not tell them about this.”

Here he winced again, an apologetic look in his eyes. “They’re already on their way over.”

Her eyes looked beyond betrayed. “What?”

He nodded. “Will called Jay to ask why we weren’t answering and Jay told him about your migraine. They know how bad those can get for you and he wants to check on you.”

She groaned. “No…”

“Hey, they haven’t seen you in months. They’re worried. You can’t blame them for that.”

Sighing, the blonde nodded. “I suppose. Take me back to the couch? I think I can take more medicine now.”

‘At least then maybe I’ll sleep through their visit.’ She thought to herself.

…

Ellie whimpered as she listened to the quiet voices at her front door. She adjusted the ice pack that was behind her neck and understood that she’d have to be awake for Will’s medical check of her and her head, which had gotten increasingly worse since she woke up. Her medicine wasn’t working, the lights were piercing her skull as if they were an icepick, and the ice, which was usually her saving grace, was making everything worse.

She knew what the boys would say but had no intention of listening.

She was an international superstar, after all. There was no way she could be seen in the hospital. The media, and her well-meaning fans, would go insane and that was the last thing she or her crew needed.

The minute he laid his eyes on her, Will sighed. “Ellie…”

“No.”

He crouched and ran his hand over her forehead. “You’re burning up.”

“It’s just a migraine. I need sleep and then I’ll be fine.”

Jay snorted. “Have you seen yourself? I’m surprised you’re even stringing words together at this point.”

She tried to glare at Jay out of sibling instinct, but immediately cried out at the pain that and pressure that rushed her brain. Because of this, she missed the look that went between the three most important men in her life. She also missed Will moving out of the way and Jay picking up his phone as Mouse grabbed a blanket to drape over her.

“Sorry, babe.” Mouse whispered as he lifted her up. “Choice is out of your hands now.”

“But…”

“Jay’s got security downstairs and he’s got Hailey calling Tree to get ahead of the media. Just breathe and focus on pushing that pain away.” Will said softly as they hurried out the door.

‘I guess I’m headed to Med anyway.” Ellie sighed and let her eyes slip shut.

…

The next time she opened her eyes, she was aware that the lights her dimmed and a beeping noise was coming from her left. Realizing she had probably passed out from the pain, she squeezed Mouse’s hand, which was tightly held in her own, and sighed.

“Well, this sucks.”

A laugh came from next to her and she glared up at Connor. “Hey. You’re not supposed to laugh at your patients.”

He nodded. “For you, I’ll make an exception. Welcome back.”

“Don’t you ever scare me like that again.” Mouse told her.

Ellie nodded. “I’m sorry. What’s the verdict?”

“A migraine.”

Ellie blinked at her friend. “That’s it? I could have told you that!”

“See how you’re feeling better? That’s thanks to us. You needed heavier meds than your regular stuff this time. It’s a good thing they brought you in when they did, or you’d have probably had to come by ambulance.”

Ellie shuddered at the thought. “Definitely not how I want to make an entrance.”

“No, I’m guessing that would be by janitor’s cart.” Connor quipped.

“Will you be quiet? No one knows about that for sure.” She hissed.

This time, Jay laughed from the corner. “El, everyone knows about that.”

She winced again, though this time it was from being caught. “Yeah, I guess you’re probably right about that.”

Though she hated to admit it, she was lucky. Between her husband, her brothers, and her friend, she was able to get the help she needed and though she was sure it was all over the internet by now, all she cared about was that the pounding in her skull was gone. If it hadn’t been for their hounding and overprotectiveness, it could have been worse and she was grateful it hadn’t gotten that far.

“Thanks, Connor.”

She watched as he left and then turned to the other three men. “So, when can we go home?”

Rolling his eyes, Will smiled. “Do you guys really hate the hospital that much?”

“Yes.” She and Jay answered together.

“Fine, fine. I’ll get you those discharge papers from Connor or Maggie.” As he walked out he ducked back inside the room. “And maybe a janitor’s cart to get you out of here as well.”

“Shut up!” She laughed and shook her head.

Even when she was sick, she could count on her brothers to make fun of her. That, at least, made her feel normal for the first time since being home.