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[chicago-pd-is-weird]

Hank Voight x Fem!Reader Oneshot (Part 1)

TW: domestic violence, multiple mentions of suicide

Synopsis: Reader is being abused and feels like she has nowhere else to turn to but a dirty cop named Voight.

Part one of however many because I like this idea and want to run with it a little haha.

Maurice Owens. Gangbanger. Scumbag.

Unfortunately, you needed his help.

You walked up to him, about midnight. His bodyguards stood, showing their guns, but you weren’t scared. You’d had worse than a pistol whip or bullet hit your body. “I’m just here to talk. I don’t have a weapon.”

“Alright, and who are you, huh? Never seen you around this block before,” Maurice replied, motioning his guards to sit back down. “You come looking for something, baby? You lost?”

“I heard you’re out there on the streets. I need to get a hold of someone. Think you can help?”

“Depends on what you can give me in return, baby girl.”

You sighed softly as Maurice eyed you up and down. You didn’t think you looked that good, but some men would bang anything that breathed. “Alright, then. What’s your price for information on a cop?”

“Cop?” Maurice huffed. “I don’t know no cops.”

“Look, I’m not stupid, Maurice. Anybody who’s heard your name knows you’re in bed with some dirty cops. I’m not PD and I’m not here to report them. I want to get a hold of one. A cop who can help me.”

“What’re you trying to do? Run game on the streets?”

You shook your head, sighing again, this time louder. “Look, I just need a cop who can help get me out of a bad situation. I’ve heard the name Voight tossed around by some bangers on my block. Get me him.”

Maurice laughed. “Voight, huh? He’s not the kind of guy you find. He finds you.”

“Then tell him to find me.”

“Ambitious, aren’t you? And, what should I tell Voight, should I ever cross paths with him?”

You thought for a moment before nodding to him. “Tell him I’ll be waiting for him. 2PM tomorrow - at Butler Field.”

“Yeah? I doubt he’s going to come just for that. I mean, I wouldn’t.”

“Didn’t I say I need help? Just tell him that. If he doesn’t show, then make sure you catch the news tomorrow night. They’ll be scraping me off sidewalk somewhere in the city.”

Maurice scoffed as you walked away, but whistled to you. “Hey, how are you gonna pay for this info?”

“You only get paid if this works out for me. Otherwise, you won’t have to worry about killing me. I’ll do it myself.”

With that, you walked away, listening to Maurice and his men talk about you.

.

When you got home, you let out a breath before walking around your house and to the back steps, as quietly as possible. Slowly, you moved the knob and opened it. The creak of your back door seemed like a siren compared to the silence in your house. You let out a slow breath, opening it only as much as necessary to slip your wiry figure through it, then closing it just like how you opened it. You bit your lip and turned around, the light turning on behind you. When you turned, he was standing there, arms crossed. You looked up at him like a child who had just been caught in the cookie jar.

“Where did you go?”

“I-I just went for a walk,” you replied, your voice shaking. It was the complete opposite from the way you’d spoke to Maurice just twenty minutes earlier.

“Yeah? At midnight? Without me?”

“You… You were sleeping. I didn’t want to wake you up. I just needed some time to myself, and-“

Shit.

“Time to yourself?! Huh?!” He moved forward quickly, getting into your face and pushing you against the door. His hands gripped your shoulders to pin you against the wood, squeezing hard.

“Ah-Ah, ow! Please, Jeff! P-Please, please!”

“You bitch!” His hand raised, making you close your eyes and brace just as his hand came down on your cheek.

You cried out in pain, hot tears coming to your eyes. You were exhausted despite your adrenaline pumping. You barely ate, barely slept, and his abuse didn’t help. You had bruises from weeks ago that hadn’t healed because you were so unhealthy. “Please, Jeff! Please, stop!” You just wanted it all to be over. Voight was your last hope.

“Why did you leave tonight, huh?! Who were you going to see?!”

“Nobody! I swear, nobody!” You sobbed as his fist found your ribs, making you curl in pain and collapse on the floor.

“Tell me the truth, bitch!”

He kicked you, over and over and over again. Eventually, you blacked out, bloody and bruised.

—

When you woke again, it was mid-morning. Your body ached and your head spun. You slowly say up, wincing softly at the pain. You couldn’t be too loud, or else he would do it again. You pulled yourself up, stumbling to the bathroom to shower and change.

You peeled off your clothes, whimpering softly at every movement. Dark bruises were on your bony shoulders where his hands had dug into you the night before. Your protruding ribs, similarly, had dark bruises all over them. Not to mention all of the other cuts, bruises and scars he’d laid on you the past ten years. The paper trails were scarce, since he’d always contracted an off-the-books nurse when you got real bad. He’d threatened her to keep her quiet, and always got a different one.

As you got into the shower, you felt the water run over you. It was only lukewarm, since you needed a new hot water heater, but you weren’t going to bring it up to Jeff. You shivered as you watched the blood wash from your hair, suddenly bringing your attention to the cut on your temple where his toe had caught you just right. It wasn’t too bad, but head wounds bled a lot, you knew.

After you finished your five-minute shower, you got out and wrapped a towel around yourself. You took care of your dirty clothes right away, then went to your room to find some clean clothes. When you got dressed, you let your hair stay down, to cover the cut on your head, and you wore a long sleeve and pants despite the summer heat. You glanced at the clock - it was nearly 11:15. That meant you had an hour before he got home for lunch to check on you. Despite working a nearby construction job, he always came back to check on you, making it difficult to go anywhere or do anything without him knowing. You sighed, then decided to get lunch together for him.

.

When he arrived at home, you’d already made him lunch and cleaned the evidence from the night before. You ran the wash to get the blood out of your clothes and mopped the floor near the back door. He walked in, sitting down at the table without a word. You put the sandwich and chips in front of him, allowing him to eat while you did dishes from the night before. When he was finished, you took his plate and put a list in front of him. “I’m going shopping this afternoon. Can you write down what you’d like me to get, please?”

Despite your sweet voice, he huffed. “No, just get what you usually get.”

“Okay,” you whispered in reply, walking with the paper and pen into the kitchen to start writing down everything you were low on. “Can I use the debit card, or should I put it on my credit card?”

“Put it on your card. Not mine, bitch. I make the money. Go out and get a job if you want your own money.”

“Okay…” you mumbled again, deciding not to push it.

.

After his lunch hour was over, he got up and left without a word, allowing you to get everything together to go out. You had about thirty minutes to walk to the baseball field, which you knew would take you twenty. You decided, if you were coming back, to simply make your store trip quick.

You walked as fast as you could, your movements slowed by the pain in your body. You’d only eaten a small meal that morning, one egg and a piece of toast, not really hungry in the first place.

As you approached the baseball field, your adrenaline began to pump in a new way, one you hadn’t felt in a long time. There were people all over, seeing as there was a little league game going on. You breathed shakily, sitting up on the bleachers, away from everyone else, pulling your sleeves down over your wrists. You weren’t cold, seeing as the sun was still high in the sky, but you were shaking. The shade provided some shelter from the suns rays which made you look like a ghost because of how pale you were.

You scanned the park, paranoid he would somehow find you there. When a stranger walked up and sat near you, you nearly jumped from your seat. You looked to the man, who had sunglasses on, his hair greying. He was probably around your age, or a bit older, late 40’s. You bit your lip, looking down at the sidearm on his hip, then at the star clipped beside it. You let out a breath. “Are you Voight?” You asked quietly, your voice meek.

“I am. Who are you?”

“(Y/N),” you replied. “I need help.”

“With what?”

“Look, my husband, he-“ You choked up. Suddenly, it was hard to admit. You looked away as tears blurred your vision.

Voight let you have a minute before moving up to sit beside you. “What about him?”

It was now, or never. “He hurts me…” you mumbled, turning your head back at him as tears rolled down your cheeks. “I need help.”

“You ever make a report to the police?”

“What the hell do you think I’m doing?” You huffed, frustrated.

“Look honey, you seem nice, but you should go to the district and make a report.”

You huffed. “Fuck off. I knew this was a mistake.” You got up, wincing in pain as you stumbled off of the bleachers. “Don’t be surprised if you find my body tonight, officer. One way or another.”

You walked away, shaking your head as tears streaked down your face, letting hair fall down to hide it. You heard footsteps behind you, making you stop and whip around, eyes wide. You thought maybe someone would come to put you in your place for talking to a cop, paranoia setting in.

When Voight approached, he put his hands up. “Easy, easy. I’ll help you.”

“What made you change your mind?” You wiped your face, looking up at him.

“Look at you,” he replied softly, pushing the hair behind your ear and taking your chin softly to maneuver your head, examining the cut on your temple. “What else has he done?”

You started to sob, Voight leading you to his car to sit and talk with you for a while. You explained the last ten years to him, which took nearly an hour. When you realized the time, you looked at him. “Please, are you going to help me? Because… if not, I need to get to the store. If-If I come back without groceries, he’ll have a reason beat me again.”

“Let me get you to the store, then,” he said softly. “I can help, but you’ve gotta give me a few days. I got some other things to deal with.”

“Okay…” you mumbled. “Please… don’t abandon me.”

He gently held your chin to look you in the eyes. “I won’t. I promise.”

When your glassy eyes met his deep, brown ones, you nearly got lost for a moment. He made you feel safe and warm, like hot chocolate on a cold Chicago night. You nodded slowly, reaching over to grab his free hand. “Thank you…”

.

Hank drove you to the store, then dropped you off at home just in time. Your husband arrived about ten minutes later. You put the groceries away quickly, starting on dinner. He brought home beer and some friends, like he did every Friday night. You sighed softly, but knew at least he wouldn’t abuse you too much that night until his friends left.

-

You held out hope, for days, that one day cop cars would just show up and take care of your husband. When a week passed by, you snuck out to see Maurice again, walking up to him around eleven at night this time.

“Hey baby girl, you come to pay?”

“I need to get a hold of Voight again.”

Maurice laughed, shaking his head. “You ain’t heard? Nah, baby, he got put in jail.”

You stopped, looking over Maurice again for any sign that he was lying. “No, don’t lie to me.”

“I don’t have no reason to lie, especially when you owe me.”

You huffed, shaking your head. “What did you do? Did you report him?”

“Hell no, I didn’t. Me and Voight, we had a special relationship, baby. Mutually beneficial. Now that he’s in jail, I gotta groom another dog cop into looking the other way.”

You frowned, looking at him intently. “Where is he? Statesville?”

“Yep. Got sent away for a long time, I heard.”

You couldn’t help the tears that had welled in your eyes. Voight had promised you. Was that even still a thing? You debated going to the nearest tall building to jump from, but you just wanted out. “I need another favor.”

“Baby, you ain’t paid for the last two I just gave you.”

“I’ll pay. I’m good for it. You just gotta distract somebody for me. Make sure he can’t come home for the day while I catch the bus over to statesville.”

“Are you insane? That’s a big ask, baby. I don’t even know your name.”

“It’s (Y/N). I need you to keep my husband busy tomorrow. Jeff Greyson. Don’t let him come home for a few extra hours. He likes to drink, and he even used to shoot up when he was in high school. I’m assuming you’re drug runners. Dangle a free sample in front of his nose. I’ll pay you off after this.”

Maurice cocked an eyebrow. “What’s going on that you can’t tell him? You having an affair with Voight?”

You scoffed, looking at him intently. “My husband abuses me. I’m trying to get out. Voight promised he would help. Does he make good on promises?”

Maurice slowly nodded. “Every time.”

“Then I need to see him.”

“Fine, but my rate just doubled, baby.”

—

You finally got into Statesville and were sat at a booth with a phone on either side. Voight was brought in on the other side of the glass and sat down across from you. You picked up the phone, and so did he. “What the hell happened?”

“You knew I was a dirty cop when you met me.”

“Maurice says you’re a man of your word. Is that true, or should I go looking for a tall building for a solution?”

“You need to report this to somebody.”

“I can’t. The investigation could take weeks and if he finds out, he’ll kill me first. I’d rather go out after seeing the city skyline one last time.”

Hank sighed on the other end. “Can you make it to the 21st district?”

You frowned. “I just told you, I-“

“Trudy Platt. Remember that name. I’ll have her find you.”

“Platt… okay…”

“I make good on my promises, (Y/N). It’s just going to take a little longer.”

You sighed, looking back up into his eyes. He was genuine. “Alright…” you mumbled. “Fine… who is she?”

“Trudy Platt is a sergeant in the 21st district. I’ll have her find you and work your case, personally.”

“Okay.”

“Just hold out. Has he hurt you any more?”

“Every day, Hank. Every fucking day.”

Hank sighed a little, but nodded. “Trudy will take care of you.”

—

The next few days went by without event, your hope dwindling with every punch, hit, and cut he put on you. One night, as you sat at home, straddling his lap at his request, a knock came to the front door. You jumped at the sudden knock, looking down at him to see what he wanted to do. He pushed you off him and got up, opening the door. “Can I help you?”

A man looked at him through the door, which he had only opened enough for him to be seen. “Detective Dawson. This is Detective Willhite. Can we come in?”

“No,” Jeff growled. “Do you have a warrant?”

The two detectives looked at once another, then back to Jeff. “Look,” Dawson said. “Some neighbors have called in complaints about a girl screaming here multiple nights in the past few months.”

You furrowed your brow. If that were true, wouldn’t the cops have shown up already?

“I guess the neighbors don’t realize we can still be active even though we’re in our mid and late forties.”

Willhite scoffed. “Oh yeah? Can we talk to your wife? We need to corroborate your story.”

“Sure,” Jeff said, motioning you forward. “Here, (Y/N), tell them.”

“Actually,” Dawson said, looking at you. “Standard procedure is to separate the two of you for questioning. Ma’am, could you step outside?”

“Maybe you should talk to our lawyer, then,” Jeff said with a huff, putting a firm hand on your shoulder. “Have a nice night.”

“Let the girl speak. We can’t go anywhere until she tells us what’s going on,” Willhite replied.

You let out a shaky breath, looking at the two detectives, nodding. “Yeah, uh, it’s… it’s all good… we’re just…” You cleared your throat. “… Active.” You blinked three times rapidly, three times slower, then three more times rapidly, hoping they’d catch on to it.

Dawson and Willhite looked at one another again, then each drew their guns. “Sir, we’re going to need you to step outside with us,” Dawson said.

Jeff scoffed. “This is completely unjustified. You came to my house and forced me to talk, and now you’re going to arrest me? This is not based in law. You’re going to have a six figure lawsuit on your hands now. Both of you, individually.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Dawson said as he pulled Jeff out of the house, making you yelp as his grasp pushed you into Willhite on accident.

She caught you, taking you out of the way and onto the grass. “Hey, it’s okay now. My name is Jules. That’s Antonio. Platt sent us.”

You started to cry, shaking. You were barely able to breathe because of your injuries as your body convulsed with sobs. Jules helped you lay down on the grass and breathe until the ambulance arrived. Jeff was taken away in a car, while you were taken to the hospital in an ambulance. Jules sat by your side the whole time as they checked you out. Turns out you had multiple broken ribs from a few weeks ago as well as several other ailments from the past ten years that never healed correctly. You cried until you couldn’t cry any more, slowly falling asleep as Jules held your hand, Antonio and Trudy Platt talking to one another in the hallway outside your room.

[chicago-pd-is-weird]

I don’t ship them, but the one thing that came to mind was S1 E1 when Jules was shot. Antonio, Hank, Erin, all of their reactions. Crazy. Just crazy.

I want to point out that Hank, we expect that kind of reaction out of. Him trying to hurt someone, physically. Erin crying, we can expect that from her. But Antonio? Shoving his hands in Pulpo’s face? Physically wanting to hurt him? It is specifically made a point that Antonio doesn’t vibe with physical harassment/brutality, in both Fire and PD, up till that point (as far as I know - I didn’t watch all of Fire). So, seeing his reaction like that? Crazy. Guttural. Visceral. Insane.

[r-eatyourfriends-n]

see everybody moved on. we're on what? season 11 now? but I stayed here. I stayed with antonio dawson. and jon seda is a great actor and I love him. and I love antonio. editing the latino character to reggaeton. how original.

[random-weird-fandoms]

5 Stages of Grief

When you accidentally write the 5 stages of grief into a 5-day story...

Well, Hank Voight and the Crackhead Detective is going to be very interesting.

Also, how did this become a lowkey AdamxOC story?? And why do I ship them so much??

Also, also, Day 5 is almost finished, then I have three epilogues to write, then I have to proofread it. I will be printing myself a copy and getting it bound at Staples this weekend! I am so, so excited! :)

I really hope others like this story. It will be too long, by far, to post on Tumblr, so I will make an AO3 and post it on Wattpad too. :)

@creativeimagination206 co-wrote this story!!!

[chicago-pd-is-weird]

Antonio Dawson x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Reader is a beat cop goes undercover with Detective Dawson, and tries not to catch feelings

You’d been pulled off the beat to work undercover with a detective from intelligence. Antonio Dawson. You’d seen him around, going in and out as most of the members of intelligence did. You dreamed of being in an elite unit like intelligence, but you were biding your time on the beat, until you had the chance to prove yourself. This was your chance.

As you moved through the chilly night air, you hummed to yourself a short song, pressing into your ditzy character. You were instructed to just be Antonio’s backup in this case, which meant you had to stay by his side. Nobody would suspect a ditzy woman to be any danger, much less a cop. As you swayed your hips and stuck by his side, you looked over at him with a gentle smile.

He was walking with a soft sway of his shoulders, indicating relaxation. It was hardly the way he walked in and out of the district. He typically had a set purpose to his strong shoulders, and a deep tension that you wished he didn’t have to feel. You wished you could take his shoulders in your hands and massage them out, all the way through his neck and down into his back, so that he didn’t have to walk like that all of the time.

Nevertheless, right now, his shoulders were relaxed. You could tell that was a conscious choice on his part, to ensure the seller didn’t get jumpy before the bust. He walked with a sort of confidence as the two of you approached the club you’d be meeting the seller in.

As you had looked over at him, he turned his head to you, a small smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. “You ready for this?”

“Yes,” you replied, blushing a little as you’d been caught looking at him. “Ready for anything.”

He let out a small laugh as he approached the door, opening it for you and letting you walk through first. You hummed as he came in behind you, a gentle hand pulling on your waist to maneuver you over to a corner booth. You walked straight with him, taking in the sights around you, humming along with the music now as you watched people dance. You slid into the booth, Antonio sliding in next to you, as if to be a wall between you and the rest of the club. He rested an arm up around your shoulders, leaning back to take in the sights all the same.

You couldn’t help but feel the heat rising to your face, planning on blaming it on the club’s atmosphere instead of the knot in your stomach at being so close to the detective beside you. There was no argument - he was attractive - but you had to do whatever was best for you, and you knew Voight didn’t allow relationships within the intelligence team. That’s why Kim had been passed up the first time around. You’d never make it if you came onto Antonio in any form.

When a man came over and slid in across from you, you looked up, giving him a silly grin, then leaning further into Antonio, almost with a purr. You hummed and pushed your head to his collarbone, curling into him sideways. You rested a hand on his chest, looking across to the man. “Hello,” you said softly. “Nice night, isn’t it?”

The man across from you looked you up and down, then turned his eyes to Antonio, who seemed completely relaxed. However, you knew he wasn’t because you could feel his tense muscles beneath your touch. You took in Antonio’s scent as he and the man talked, not really paying attention. How could you? The musk of whatever cologne Antonio had used that day was nearly intoxicating.

You pulled yourself back to reality when the man in front of you got up, motioning for Antonio to follow. Antonio pulled away from you, getting up, then helping you up, taking your hand to pull you along with him behind the man.

His hand held yours in a way you couldn’t quite explain. Had you missed something important? It wasn’t tense, as if things were going wrong, but it wasn’t as if he didn’t know you, either. The way he held your hand was different. You looked up at him, letting a breath escape you as he met your eyes. He wasn’t worried, he had everything under control, but there was something to them. As if he was concerned about you specifically. As if he wanted to protect you from something.

What had you missed??

A knot formed in your stomach, not sure what was going to happen now. You squeezed his hand a little, needing reassurance. He pulled you closer to him, wrapping an arm around your waist as you stopped in a back room. He hummed and looked around. “Nice setup you got here.”

“Yeah,” the man replied with a small huff. He obviously wasn’t the talkative type. The man pulled a key out of his desk and unlocked a drawer, then pulled out a brick of cocaine. “Have your girl taste it.”

Your breath hitched for a moment, but you looked to the man. Antonio held you in place, shaking his head. “You think I’m stupid? I know you don’t keep cocaine in your desk drawer. It’s probably laced. I’m not looking for that shit. I want the real stuff.”

You watched as the man became uptight, huffing in reply. He looked over Antonio, then to you, then rolled his eyes. He took a key from around his neck, moving to a wall and pushing a shelf out of the way. Revealed was a human-sized safe, which he pushed the key into to unlock. He hummed as he revealed probably a hundred bricks of various drugs, wrapped up neatly, along with stacks of money on a second shelf within the safe. “You want to sell for me, take your pick.”

“It’s like Christmas,” Antonio said with a smile, moving toward the safe. You knew that was the code word and you moved with him, smiling as well. You got closer to the safe as Antonio pulled his gun from his waistband behind him, pointing it at the man. “CPD, asshole.”

The man huffed, then grabbed Antonio by the wrist, pushing his gun into the air. You ran forward, pushing all of your weight into the man’s torso with your shoulder, tackling him to the ground, Antonio being pulled on top of both of you. His gun went flying across the room as you and Antonio held the man down together. Finally, backup arrived to help with your struggle, Halstead and Ruzek pulling the guy up and cuffing him. You sat on your knees, huffing to catch your breath as the man was escorted out. Your dress had hiked up uncomfortably around your hips, showing off all of your legs.

Antonio stood first, then held out a hand to help you up, supporting you with his other hand the same. You pulled your dress down after standing, hoping you hadn’t shown off too much. “Thanks,” you said softly as you finally caught your breath, adrenaline still pumping through you.

“Guess I owe you one,” Antonio said, nudging your shoulder with his.

You let out a soft laugh, shaking your head. “Nah, just doing what anyone would’ve done.”

You looked up to him, meeting his eyes as they stared at you. The intense nature of this stare had you shivering, all of your hopes of joining intelligence being tossed out the window. You wanted to be with Antonio.

Antonio led you outside, where most of the police officers were gathered, writing reports and such. As you stood, waiting your turn, you rubbed your arms. The night air turned colder and all you could do was huddle into yourself.

A warm blazer was hung over your shoulders, and you looked over, Antonio positioning it on you to keep you warm. You smiled up at him a little. “Thanks… Guess I didn’t account for this part.”

Antonio smiled. “Any time.”

You hummed, pulling the blazer a little closer around you, soaking up the warmth and his scent as it filled your nose. It was a musky scent, with a hint of sweetness to it. You closed your eyes for a moment, humming as you felt like it was paradise. When you opened your eyes again, Antonio was gone from your side, talking to some officers near the door. You wanted to follow him, to stay on his hip, but you knew there was no reason for that now. You let out a wistful sigh, then turned your attention to Kim Burgess, who now approached to ensure you were alright. The whole night was over too soon, in your opinion. Despite the danger, you liked being so close to Antonio, and now, it would be back to business as usual.

[tevantarlos]

Unpopular Opinion 911 - et all

I'm a bisexual woman and I've known that I'm bisexual since I was 11 years old. I legitimately am attracted to both men and women.

I've been watching 911 since 2 months after season 1 ended in 2018. I got into the show for Bathena and have loved them ever since.

I keep seeing people complaining on the official show pages about how Athena abuses her authority as a cop, and while they're not wrong, they're also blowing things way out of proportion. I'm pretty sure the people saying that have never watched the NBC show Chicago PD, because if you compare what Athena's done, to what Voight on Chicago PD has done, you'd know that the stuff she's done has been pretty tame.

On Chicago PD:

1. Voight has locked people up in a cage and literally tortured them for information.

2. He has killed people for revenge. He killed the guy who killed his son, Justin. He killed the guy or people who killed Al. There are probably even more occurrences than that, but these are the one's that mainly come to mind for me.

3. He literally threatened Matt Casey, Hallie Thomas, and Gabby Dawson, when his dumbass son, Justin, was on drugs and caused an accident which paralyzed someone, because they could report Justin to other police who would've actually locked Justin's stupid ass up. I get that Voight was trying to protect his kid, but that doesn't make this shit okay. Also, it's weird as hell that Antonio worked with Voight for 6 years. How the hell did Antonio not kill Voight for threatening his sister's life? That's garbage.

4. He literally stole money and drugs from criminals.

5. He has threatened his detective's lives on more than one occasion, and not in some way to make sure they are more careful and protect themselves, but as a legit threat.

Returning to my 911 thoughts.

Oliver Stark has claimed that he's been playing Buck as bisexual the entire time. No, he has not. He just wants the clicks and attention from pretending that this has been happening all along. Buck has had no interest in men until season 7 and the BuckTommy storyline happened.

The episode of Lone Star that's the crossover, doesn't prove Buck is bi. He wasn't flirting with TK, it was a misunderstanding on TK's part. Buck is literally confused when TK says that he's with someone, as he wasn't flirting with TK, he was only inviting TK to come to LA as a friend to hang out.

Buck says on the show that he's checked out hot guy's asses before. He hasn't done that in canon. It's one of many things that they claim is canon, but isn't because it happened off screen. He has literally been obsessed with women from the first time we see him, until Tommy returns in season 7.

Buck can't even say that he's bisexual on the show. He hasn't done any research, when he used to research everything. He hasn't spoken to people like Hen, Karen, or even Josh in depth about his feelings for men. There was one scene, right before the relationship ended, where he talked to Josh, which didn't even amount to anything and was just a waste of time since they made Tommy OOC and broke up with Buck. Hell, he (Buck) didn't even know after 6 months that Tommy was gay and not any other identity.

All this to say, 911, TM, OS, they don't genuinely give a shit about Buck, his supposed bisexuality, Tommy, or even the other main characters on the show. From one episode to the next, they have them say one thing and then retcon it right after.

The whole Buck is bi thing was a hoax. They just wanted to attract the gay and bisexual crowd back to the show since Henren and Josh haven't been getting that much screentime, and Buck and OS are like the golden child of the show. People think he's an idiot, but that he's a sweet idiot, who can do no wrong.

As I stated above, I started watching 911 before season 2 even aired. I don't like the way the show is handling their characters and storylines and I'm finally getting tired of the shitty writing. I love Bathena, I love Henren, I love Madney, I loved BuckTommy. However, if Tommy is thrown aside like yesterday's trash and Buck moves on, only to fuck a bunch of women and/or men with the excuse of exploring his sexuality, I will be checking out and dropping the show.

I like Buck's character, but he's not the reason I watch the show. He's also not enough to keep me watching. Henren are constantly being threatened to have their kids taken away. Bathena is constantly put in crazy life or death situations that end in some super unrealistic way: Kid landing a plane, remember? Madney don't have anything interesting going on. Literally, all they have going on, is that they're having another kid. Eddie has spent years obsessed with his dead wife, Josh hasn't had much of a plot in years, since the only boyfriend he's had on the show was some homophobic jackass who lied and said he was gay, so that he could beat Josh up.

May is gone, Harry is gone, Sue is gone, Carla is gone, Chris is gone. All the side characters that helped make the show a little interesting, is gone. The found family dynamic is lacking or entirely absent this season. Also, making the point to show Tommy sad and longing for a family, only for him to end up sad and alone, doesn't make me want to keep watching this show.

I think I'm finished bitching for now. I know that my thoughts are all over the place, but I've kept my mouth shut on how I feel about OS and Buck's bisexuality, this whole time, but now I'm finally going to fully speak up.

As always, I know many or even most people aren't going to agree with me and that's fine. This is just my feelings and opinion on the show.

[wildlyironicbee]

Merry (belated) Christmas @selcaby!

This is…silly, silly, silly, but I wanted to see what kind of bonkers crossover AU I could come up with, and apparently mixing Encanto and The Great Mouse Detective was what my brain decided on, haha!

I think, once they figured out what was going on (and how on earth Basil and Dawson ended up in 1950’s Colombia), Antonio and Bruno would go on to have grand adventures solving rat-related crimes with them…while the rest of the family remain very, very confused.

I hope you had a very lovely Christmas, and have a Happy New Year! 🎄🎅 🎉

[delespresso]

DOWN BAD ━━ Antonio Dawson x fem!reader

author's note; just a short lil thing because idk i just felt like it heheh prompt; “cause fuck it i was in love, so fuck you if i can't have us” summary; antonio is in a dark place but she'll never leave his side

━━ ☄. *. ⋆

Being in the Intelligence unit under Hank Voight would be taxing on anyone. The cases were grueling, and despite the support system within the unit and precinct — it was still a challenge.

Antonio had been her partner since she first got picked up by Voight from patrol and into the unit. She used to be an officer then. She's a detective now.

Antonio knew there was something about her from the start. He'd been married then, but it was already shaky. Though, even after the divorce he never made his move. It's been six years.

Eva's kidnapping was a month ago. His drug problem was around the same time. And god knows he's messed up from all of it. He was still going to therapy for it.

He pushed everyone away because that's what he did best. But not her. Never her. Try as he might, she would never leave.

“I'm your partner. For better or worse,” she'd said when he'd practically cursed her out to leave him alone.

“You can't get rid of me, Toni. I'm here for you.”

He'd stared at her like she'd grown two heads. And maybe she knew she was crazy. But god, she was crazy about him.

“I love you. And I don't care if you keep pushing me away — I will push right back because that's what you do when you love someone. You stick with them through everything.”

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[chicago-pd-is-weird]

Hank does deserve to be happy - but I don’t think ASA Chapman would be a good fit. He deserves to find someone who won’t go over his head at the drop of a dime. She is not ride or die - she will absolutely destroy him first chance she gets if given the choice.

Hank needs to find someone - perhaps even a civilian - who he can develop a relationship with OUTSIDE OF WORK. His job is his life, I know, but it has been for too long. Six years after Camille died plus another, what, 9-10 years after that? So it’s been 16 years since she died, give or take, and his job is all he has left. Literally.

I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again - Hank Voight has lost everything and everyone he cares about. A stillborn daughter, his father was killed in the line of duty, his mother is never mentioned so is absent at best or dead at worst, his wife died of cancer and had a crooked doctor too, Justin was murdered, Erin has left him and has not been seen again, Olive then promptly took his grandson Daniel so he can’t see them on a regular basis or at all, Alvin was murdered, Antonio left and hasn’t been heard from again, Jay left and hasn’t been heard from again, Jin was murdered, Jules was murdered, (curse of the “J” names, I guess), Anna Avalos died, Lexi (I think that was her name) the CI died, and if we really take the father/daughter angle of their relationship then he just lost Hailey too!

The only people Hank has left from the OGs are Trudy, Kevin, Kim, and Adam. Of course, none of these would be a love interest, for multiple reasons, but I’d really like to see Hank get a love interest from outside the police force. Since he doesn’t do a lot of dirty stuff anymore and has mellowed out, I’d like to see him come home to a woman who will take care of him and love him for who he is. He has made many past mistakes, but haven’t we all? Nobody deserves it more than Hank Voight. And ASA Chapman just isn’t going to be it for him. She will betray him if it means saving her own job, and I know that’s true, 100%. He needs someone outside of the police force at best (or a sergeant from another district at worst). Either way, he can’t date anyone he directly works with. He just can’t. If he and Chapman get together and settle down long-term, I just… I can’t see it. The whole thing will be ruined if that’s the case. End of story. 🤷‍♀️

If season 12 ends up being the last season, I’d like to see Hank meet someone, and slowly transition the role of Sergeant to someone like Adam, who’s been set up since literally season 1 to take intelligence. If not, then Trudy (but she’s not a good fit for it, simply because she wouldn’t like it as much as Patrol). Adam should be the one to take intelligence if Hank retires, and that is a hill I am willing to absolutely die on.

when are they going to have ASA chapman and voight get together??? he needs some happiness

[callsign-dexter]

From Tough to Tender (18+)

Request: Hello my dear ! How are you doing ? ❤️

How would you feel about some sexy times with Antonio where he's like the tough, fearless Detective at work but at home he's like a cuddly bear that loves to spoil his girl and is always l

Pairings: Antonio Dawson x Reader

Warnings: smut, fluff, angst

A/N: prepare yourselves @talesofreading and @imagine-all-the-fandoms

You knew how Antonio was when he was working all badass and tough. A man that takes no crap from anyone. But when it comes to you, well that’s a completely different story. When it came to you, he turned into the most cuddly and caring man you had ever met. You worked and owned a cute little sandwich shop that doubled as a coffee shop and bakery. You two met when he had come into your shop and the rest was history. You could still remember that day like it was yesterday.

Antonio had come into your shop on a snowy and chilly Tuesday afternoon. You had been helping someone else at the time and looked up when someone had come in through the front door and smiled when you saw him. You finished helping the person in front of you and thanked them as they left then he was in front of you. He had a charming smiled on his face, one that made most girls swoon and knees buckle and sure he had some effect on you but you knew the type of man he was so you kept your guard up. “Hi can I help you?” You asked him giving him a dazzling smile of your own.

“Hi I was wondering if you could help me. I work for Intelligence for Chicago PD. We’ve been going around asking stores and people if they have seen this man.” He said and held up a picture and you studied it, smile dropping in concentration and eyebrows scrunching together. Right then and there Antonio fell in love with you.

“That is Clyde Core. He used to be a regular here until a few months ago.” You said looking into the handsome officer’s face.

“Do you know where he could be at now?” He asked and you shook your head.

“No idea. He would come in here and order and grab his stuff and leave.” You said and he nodded his head.

“Well, if you see him let us know.” He said and you nodded as he was walking away you stopped him.

“Wait! How am I supposed to contact you?” You asked and you could see him smile. He walked back over to you.

“Here is my number. Call me anytime.” He said as he finished writing his name and number on a card.

“Will do, Antonio.” You said and he swore right then and there he loved hearing his name rolling off your lips.

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8 months later you were dating Antonio and loving every moment of it and you knew he was too, he asked you out the week after the caught the perp.

When you had come home after him he would be at the stove cooking. When he heard to come in he would smile and turn around and come over to you. He would kiss you like his life depended on it and then he would be helping you take off your purse and jacket and then your shoes.

"What did I do to deserve such a loving boyfriend?" You asked him and he just smiled.

"You were working at the front desk of your shop. You also captured my heart and showed me what it was like to love someone and care for someone." He said and that had you smiling and smashing your lips onto his.

You had met every one of his friends and really enjoyed them. One night you were out at Molly’s with the girls while he was at home watching the game. “How’s it going with Antonio?” Kim asked you and you smiled.

“Amazing. He’s the best.” You said and they looked at you crazy.

“That can’t be the same Antono we know. The Antonio we know is a hard ass.” Erin said and you shook your head.

“No, not my Tonio. He would never.” You said and they were shocked. The night went on and the topic of Antonio passed and you all had the best time together. You really enjoyed having girl time with them and you hoped that they enjoyed it too.

When it was time to go home you, you all three bid each other goodbye and then headed in your separate directions. You finally got to your shared apartment and smiled when you got into the door to find Antonio sitting on the couch watching the game. You walked over to him and draped your arms over his shoulders. He kissed your hands “Hello there beautiful.” He said and you smiled and started to kiss his neck.

“I heard something interesting tonight.” You said and he hummed and pulled you gently to where you were standing in front of him and you straddled him and kissed him sweetly.

“What did you hear?” He asked and you smiled into the kiss.

“I heard that you’re a hard ass at work.” You said and he looked at you with a raised eyebrow. “I told them that, that couldn’t be right. Not my Antonio, he’s too sweet.” You added and kissed him.

“That is because they deserve and you don’t.” He said and kissed you further game forgotten. Your hands made their way down his chest and to his belt. You could feel his erection against your thigh since you had chosen to wear a dress. A dress that he absolutely loved. He gently turned to where you were laying on your back and he was hovering over you. “I love this dress on you.” He said and went back to kissing you. He started onto your neck and you turned your head to give him better access.

“Feels so good.” You said and moaned out you could feel him smirk into your neck. One of his hands made its way under your dress and caressed your soaking wet core.

“So wet for me.” He said and rubbed you through underwear and your folds.

“Only for you.” You said and then he pulled them to the side and thrust a finger into you and your head was thrown back in pure pleasure. You were close to getting off and he knew it and just him curving his finger and hitting your g-spot had you coming undone. He knew your body like the back of his hand and knew what got you off.

When you came down from your high, he was pulling his finger out of you and into his mouth. “Delicious.” He said and sat up taken his shirt and the rest of his clothes off. His erection came springing up and hitting his toned stomach. You just looked at him and then he was helping you take your dress and underwear off. He didn’t waste anymore time in attacking your right nipple while he slid his cock up and down your soaking wet folds and then sliding into you.

He gave you time to adjust and then he was gently moving himself in and out of you. The combination of him thrusting into you and him giving your, now, left nipple the same attention had you grabbing onto his hair. “I’m close.” You said and smirked and came off your nipple with a pop and smirked at you.

“Cum with me.” He said and you looked at him and nodded and he brought you into a kiss while a hand went down to your clit and started to circle it and pinch it slightly. The other hand went down to your calf and lifted it up as he sat up and that allowed him to thrust deeper into you. He was close and you could tell but the heavy breathing and sloppy thrusts. “Cum for me.” He said and that is exactly what you did and so did he. He painted your walls white and stilled inside of you head thrown back. When you both came down from your highs. He let go of your calf gently and rested his head on yours.

“You’re an amazing boyfriend. I don’t know how they can say you’re a hard ass.” You said with a chuckle and kissed you.

“I’m only sweet for you my beautiful girl.” He said and pulled out of you. Both of you moaned. He stood up and you watched him. Antonio bent down and gently picked you up and headed to the bedroom. When you got there, he gently pulled the covers back with one hand and then gently put you down while he covered you and got in on the other side. Antonio gently wrapped his arms around and you and pulled you into him. “I love you.” He said and kissed the top of your head. “I love you too.” You said and the both of you drifted off to sleep. He may be a hard ass at work but he was the most caring boyfriend by the time he got home. You were never going to let him go.

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[natti-ice]

There's a two, I'm sorry but uh take your pick! If the one chosen could be gender neutral that'd be awesome

Antonio with like the user being a vic of a crime of choice, this could also work for Hank.

Antonio with a CI user if that makes sense

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Antonio Dawson

intro: you’re sitting in the break room of the intelligence unit, your hair is wet after taking a shower to wash all the dirt and grime from tonight off. The clothes they gave you were a little too big but they kept you warm in the Chicago winter. You’re staring down at your hands when the door squeaks open and Detective Dawson walks in with two mugs in hand. “Mind if I sit?” he asks, his voice soft but tense

[themultifandomgal]

Jay- Meeting Him

"Right listen up" Voight shouts standing next to me in the ballpen "this is Detective YLN. She is joining us in intelligence" I give everyone a little wave, they acknowledge me in some way whether that is a wave or a little head nod "Halstead she's with you"

"Got it" the guy Halstead says standing up. Voight turns around to leave but then suddenly stops

"And Jay keep it in your pants" he then walks away leaving me alone with the group

"I guess your my new partner. Jay Halsead" he holds out his hand for me to shake

"YN YLN. It's good to meet you"

"I'll introduce you to everyone. This is Erin Lindsay, Adam Ruzek and Antonio Dawson"

"It's good to meet you all. Could you tell me which desk is free?" I ask looking around the room

"This one next to me is free" Jay points to a free desk

"Thank you" I walk over to the free desk. I take my coat off and put my bag down at the desk. Switching on the computer I sit down as Jay walks over to me with some files

"Could use your insight. Voight said you were one of the best in at LAPD. Said you put away the most criminals on your team"

"Let's have a look then" I nod towards the files trying to get the attention off me

"The chameleon, also known at Dexter Holmes, we know he's involved in the Chicago drug trade, problem is we have no evidence"

"So we get evidence" Jay gives me a 'well duh' look "I don't think your following me. We go get evidence" I open up the files and flick through them and notice a club that Dexter is often at "this is how we will catch him. We go to the club, do a deal then arrest him"

"He knows our faces though YN"

"Not mine"

"No. Not a chance. Your first day and you already want to get killed?" Jay shakes his head

"I've done worse undercover" I cross my arms

"Voight won't sign off on it"

Voight signed it off and now I'm stood in the club in a little back dress, heals on and an ear piece in that so happens to look like an ear cuff. I take a drink from the barman and lean against the bar waiting to be told dexter has entered

"Can't believe Voight said yes to this" I roll my eyes although he can't see me

"YN we have eyes on him. Entering now" I hear Erin say, that's when I make my move taking a drink for him with me

"Be carful YN" Voight tells me. I put on my best fake smile and walk over to Dexter

"Hello handsome, drink?" I hold out the drink to him

"I've not seen you here before. Who are you?"

"Sorry so silly of me. I'm Mia, just moved here and I was told that this club had the best drinks, men and... other things" I look him up and down

"Well your not wrong" he looks me up and down "what do you want?"

"What would you say if I said all of the above" I smile flirtatiously

"I'd say follow me"

"What the hell is she doing?" I hear Jay says in the ear piece. I follow Dexter to a back room where he pushes me against a wall and starts kissing my neck. I fake a moan as his hands go around my waist

"How about a little kick to make this better?" he say

"Of course" Dexter then pulls out a little bag of drugs "normally you pay in money. You can pay me anyway you want"

"Now" I say and Jay, Voight, Erin and Antonio burst through the back door or the door we entered

"Put your hand up Dexter, the game is over" Voight says before making the arrest.

That evening we all arrive at a bar called Mollys and I end up meeting some of the firemen and doctors in the city

"What a first day huh" Adam nudges me

"That was nothing compared to a few years ago. My partner and I were undercover. Basically someone was a double agent and was working for a human trafficking ring. Turns out it was my partner and I was shot by him"

"Holy shit" Erin breathes out

"Hey I got a sick scar from it"

"Where is it?" Jay asks

"Wouldn't you like to know" I joke

"Ooo is it on your ass?" Erin wiggles her eyebrows

"I don't know, maybe, maybe not"

"I'm gonna have fun working with you. I can already tell" Jay laughs taking a sip of his drink

"Me too" I smile feeling excited for this new start.

[chicago-pd-is-weird]

This is my favorite thing about the show and them. Not every boy/girl pairing needs to be romantic (*cough* JAY *cough*). I also really loved when Kim and Antonio were partners, despite Toni’s horrible ending. :/

Kevin and Kim have the best platonic friendship on the show. Not once have they tried to be romantic with each other but they always have each others backs.

[fictional-detective-tournament]

List of accepted characters:

This will be updated as I review submissions.

Lord El Melloi II/Waver Velvet from the Fate series

Ranpo Edogawa from Bungo Stray Dogs

Atsushi Nakajima from Bungo Stray Dogs

Osamu Dazai from Bungo Stray Dogs

Doppo Kunikida from Bungo Stray Dogs

Kenji Miyazawa from Bungo Stray Dogs

Junichiro Tanizaki from Bungo Stray Dogs

Kyoka Izumi from Bungo Stray Dogs

Akiko Yosano from Bungo Stray Dogs

Yukito Ayatsuji from Bungo Stray Dogs: Another Story

Ryuu Amakusa from Tantei Gakuen Q

Kyuu Renjo from Tantei Gakuen Q

Megumi Minami from Tantei Gakuen Q

Kintarou Tooyama from Tantei Gakuen Q

Kazuma Narusawa from Tantei Gakuen Q

Lady Love Dies from Paradise Killer

Shinichi Kudo/Conan Edogawa from Detective Conan

Shenanigan Swift from The Swifts: A Dictionary of Scoundrels

Phenomena Swift from The Swifts: A Dictionary of Scoundrels

Erf from The Swifts: A Dictionary of Scoundrels

Tsukauchi Naomasa from Boku no Hero Academia

Carlton Lassiter from Psych

Juliet O'Hara from Psych

Damien Darkblood from Invincible (The TV adaptation)

Shawn Spencer from Psych

Nick Valentine from Fallout 4

Will Graham from Hannibal

Goro Akechi from Persona 5

Neal Caffrey from White Collar

Erin Lindsay from Chicago PD

Aniq Adjaye from The Afterparty

Detective Danner from The Afterparty

Hank Voight from Chicago PD

Antonio Dawson from Chicago PD

Bruce Wayne/Batman from DC Comics

Tim Drake from DC Comics

Julia Argent from Carmen Sandiego

Alvin Olinsky from Chicago PD

Chase Devineaux from Carmen Sandiego

Shikanoin Heizou from Genshin Impact

Beverly Katz from Hannibal

Sam Vimes from Discworld

Herlock Sholmes from The Great Ace Attorney Chronicles

Columbo from Columbo

Hercule Poirot from the Hercule Poirot series

Dick Gumshoe from Ace Attorney

Jay Halstead from Chicago PD

Kim Burgess from Chicago PD

Kevin Atwater from Chicago PD

Adam Ruzek from Chicago PD

Jean-Baptiste Adamsberg from the Commissaire Adamsberg series

Sean Roman from Chicago PD

Llewellyn Watts from Murdoch Mysteries

Sheldon Jin from Chicago PD

Parker Pyne from Parker Pyne Investigates

Karen Vick from Psych

Keith Mars from Veronica Mars

Harley Quin from The Mysterious Mr. Quinn

Ariadne Oliver from the works of Agatha Christie

Burton Guster from Psych

James Gordon from DC Comics

Veronica Mars from Veronica Mars

Nancy Drew from Nancy Drew

Henry Spencer from Psych

Vinnie Van Lowe from Veronica Mars

Chloe Decker from Lucifer

Dan Espinoza from Lucifer

Peter Burke from White Collar

Clinton Jones from White Collar

Reese Hughes from White Collar

Verges from Much Ado About Nothing

Auguste Dupin from the Dark Tales series

Blue from Blue’s Clues

Françoise Dupont from Fantômette

Renee Montoya from DC Comics

Kostas Charitos from the Kostas Charitos Series

Gertrude Loveday from the Ryder and Loveday series

Phryne Fisher from Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries

Raquel Murillo from Money Heist

Miss Jane Marple from the works of Agatha Christie

Javert from Les Misérables

Inspector Gadget from Inspector Gadget

Patrick Jane from Mentalist

Daisy Day from Anansi Boys

Joss Carter from Person of Interest

Arthur Lester from Malevolent

Sherlock Holmes from Sherlock Holmes

Juno Steel from the Penumbral Podcast

Lilly Rush from Cold Case

Sherlock Holmes from the Beekeeper’s Picnic

Koichi Zenigata from Lupin III

Loki from Mythical Detective Loki Ragnarok

Hildibrand Manderville from Final Fantasy XIV

Shotaro Hidari from Kamen Rider W

Terezi Pyrope from Homestuck

Hershel Layton from the Professor Layton series

Shuichi Saihara from Danganronpa

Miles "Tails" Prower from The Murder of Sonic the Hedgehog

Kyoko Kirigiri from Danganronpa

Adrian Monk from Monk

Nightbeat from Transformers

L from Death Note

Dale Vandermeer from the Rusty Lake series

Yuma Kokohead from Master Detective Archives: Raincode

Vivia Twilight from Master Detective Archives: Raincode

Saguru Hakuba from Magic Kaito

Benoit Blanc from the Knives Out series

Inspector Cabanela from Ghost Trick: Phantom Detective

Phoenix Wright from Ace Attorney

Nagito Komaeda from Danganronpa

Looker from Pokemon

Kaname Date from AI: The Somnium Files

Makoto Naegi from Danganronpa

Heiji Hattori from Detective Conan

Masumi Sera from Detective Conan

Little Red Riding Hood from Once Upon a Crime

Enola Holmes from Enola Holmes

Detective Pikachu from Detective Pikachu

Tom Barnaby from Midsomer Murders

Riz Gukgak from Fantasy High

Seiji Nanatsuki from Special 7: Special Crime Investigation Unit

Shiori Ichinose from Special 7: Special Crime Investigation Unit

Makoto Date from Yakuza

Richard Castle from Castle

Nick Burkhardt from Grimm

Dr Temperance Brennan from Bones

Catherine Chandler from Beauty and the Beast

Sokka from Avatar: the Last Airbender

Yagami Takayuki from Judgement

Workaholic Detective from Process of Elimination

Stone from City of Angels

Angus McDonald from The Adventure Zone

Gina Lestrade from The Great Ace Attorney Chronicles

Bobby Bronson from Roar

Cellbit from QSMP

Hunch Curios from Mentopolis

Hazel Wong from Murder Most Unladylike

Frog Detective from the Frog Detective Series

Victorique de Blois from Gosick

Gabriel Utterson from The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

Sherlock Holmes from BBC Sherlock

Jacques Clouseau from Pink Panther

Olivia Dunham from Fringe

Joseph Rouletabille from the Rouletabille series

Daisy Wells from Murder Most Unladylike

Pippa Fitz-Amobi from A Good Girl’s Guide to Murder series

Lisbeth Salander from the Millennium series

Wato Hojo from Process of Elimination

Ideal Detective from Process of Elimination

Renegade Detective from Process of Elimination

Techie Detective from Process of Elimination

Bookworm Detective from Process of Elimination

Posh Detective from Process of Elimination

Doleful Detective from Process of Elimination

Gourmet Detective from Process of Elimination

Rowdy Detective from Process of Elimination

Mystic Detective from Process of Elimination

Downtown Detective from Process of Elimination

Armor Detective from Process of Elimination

Halara Nightmare from Master Detective Archives: Raincode

Mashita Satoru from Spirit Hunter: Death Mark

Dogberry from Much Ado About Nothing

Shi Qiang from The Three Body Problem

Azuma Tsuyuri from Clock Over Orquesta

Cherry Ames from the Cherry Ames series

Leroy "Encyclopedia" Brown from the Encyclopedia Brown series

Lobster Cop from the Frog Detective Series

Sandra the Fairytale Detective from Sandra the Fairytale Detective

Geronimo Stilton from the Geronimo Stilton series

Paul Prospero from The Vanishing of Ethan Carter

Elijah Baley from the Robot series

Dirk Gently from Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency

Suiri from Pop'n Music Lapistoria

Joan Watson from Elementary

Roquier from Puyo Puyo Quest

Holly Short from Artemis Fowl

Jo Martinez from Forever

Alex Parrish from Quantico

Cristóbal Cuevas from Cable Girls

Oskar Rheinhart from Vienna Blood

Emily Prentiss from Criminal Minds

Jane Doe from Blindspot

Dick Grayson from DC Comics

Ziva David from NCIS

Nell Jones from NCIS: Los Angeles

Lou Ransone from 9-1-1

Megan Hunt from Body of Proof

Cal Lightman from Lie to Me

Carrie Wells from Unforgettable

Spy Rise from Skylanders: SWAP Force

Flavia de Luce from the Flavia de Luce series

Camille Bordey from Death in Paradise

Florence Cassel from Death in Paradise

Jessica Jones from Jessica Jones

Charlie Eppes from Numb3rs

Elizabeth Keen from The Blacklist

James Hathaway from Lewis

Vern Loomis from Why Women Kill

Erika Furudo from Umineko

Sissel from Ghost Trick: Phantom Detective

Lafcadio Boone from The Sexy Brutale

Lynne from Ghost Trick: Phantom Detective

Mabel Mora from Only Murders in the Building

Oliver Putnam from Only Murders in the Building

Charles Haden Savage from Only Murders in the Building

Jowd from Ghost Trick: Phantom Detective

Scooby Doo from Scooby Doo

Daphne from Scooby Doo

Fred from Scooby Doo

Velma from Scooby Doo

Shaggy from Scooby Doo

Naoto Shirogane from Persona 4

Fenton Hardy from the Hardy Boys

Ema Skye from Ace Attorney

Natsuko Aki from Re: Cutie Honey

Naomi Misora from Death Note

Sakurako Kujou from Beautiful Bones -Sakurako's Investigation-

MaoMao from the Apothecary Diaries

Vic Sage/The Question from DC Comics

Detective Chimp from DC Comics

Madame Vastra from Doctor Who

Terry from Rune Factory 5

Cecil from Rune Factory 5

Chromedome from Transformers

Xie Lian from Heaven Official’s Blessing

Phosphophyllite from Houseki no Kuni

Sam Spud from Between the Lions

Dana Scully from the X-Files

Fox Mulder from the X-Files

Sherlock Holmes from Elementary

Barbie from the Detective Barbie series

Bill Stork from Hoodwinked

Nicky Flippers from Hoodwinked

Hercule Poirot from Agatha Christie's Great Detectives Poirot and Marple

Ross Sylibus from Armitage III

Kansuke Yamato from Detective Conan

Kirill Vrubel from Double Decker! Doug & Kirill

Data from Star Trek: The Next Generation

Spencer Reed from Criminal Minds

Harrier Du Bois from Disco Elysium

Mário Fofoca from Elas Por Elas

Roxy Hunter from the Roxy Hunter series

Dr. Thomas Silkstone from the Dr. Thomas Silkstone series

Endeavour Morse from the Endeavor series

Vera Stanhope from Vera

Kristin Sims from the Brokenwood Mysteries

Brenda Johnson from The Closer

Rex from Hudson and Rex

Alec Hardy from Broadchurch

Billie Webber from Unit 42

Hannah Zeiler from Murder by the Lake

Sherlock Holmes from Moriarty the Patriot

Helena Wayne from DC Comics

Angel from Angel: The Series and Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Nick Knight from Forever Knight

Navia from Genshin Impact

Luo Wenzhou from Mo Du

Brother Cadfael from the Brother Cadfael Chronicles

Miss Maud Silver from the Miss Silver series

Fei Du from Mo Du

Mitsuko Hoshino from My Dear Detective: Mitsuko's Case Files

Saku Yoshida from My Dear Detective: Mitsuko's Case Files

Jake Peralta from Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Steven Stone from Pokémon

Anthony Lockwood from Lockwood and Co.

Thea Stilton from the Thea Stilton series

Saito Yakumo from Psychic Detective Yakumo

Dipper Pines from Gravity Falls

Pennington from Paper Mario: The Thousand Year Door

Jessica Fletcher from Murder She Wrote

Tetsuo Tsutsumi from Paranormasight: The Seven Mysteries of Honjo

Jun Erio from Paranormasight: The Seven Mysteries of Honjo

Richter Kai from Paranormasight: The Seven Mysteries of Honjo

Abe Lincoln from Who Killed Markiplier?

Steve Carella from the 87th Precinct Series

C. Auguste Dupin from the works of Edgar Allen Poe

Gesicht from Pluto

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Hank Voight Oneshot

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

Requested by: @andgry4

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ll bring some whisky later.”

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

“Already trying to leave?”

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

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

“No, just got tired.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That many?”

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

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

.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You read my mind.” Hank shrugged.

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

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

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

“I can always count on you.”

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

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

Dear Sgt. Voight,

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

Sincerely,

Diego Dawson

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

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

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

.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, me too.”

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

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

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

.

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

“Please tell me that’s for me.”

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

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

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

“Can’t come soon enough, Ruzek.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

“So, you’re cleared for desk duty?”

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

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

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

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

“It’s embarrassing.”

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

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

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

“Very funny.”

.

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

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

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It’s not just a cop wife either, it’s a cop spouse. Cause Mouch does the same thing to Trudy I feel like, or at least the whole show Fire does… it makes her seem like some dog cop when really she’s a badass?? And when she’s not the dog cop, she’s a domestic housewife with little more to offer than a kiss and reassurance to her poor hubby like… -_- Bro. Come on.

Antonio is a big example of this, with Laura. How she seemed to just up and divorced him because of his job. Like, I’m sorry, but you married a cop. You had to expect this.

I dunno, it’s just an inevitable thing that cops tend to lose all family/friends/partners somehow. It’s that way in Law and Order: SVU as well (I’m only on season 8 I think so these things may change later). Elliot Stabler’s wife divorces him and takes the kids at one point. Olivia can’t hold a relationship to save her life. Munch has been divorced several times. Fin has an ex wife and kid who essentially hates him. Idk about Cragen but I think he’s a bachelor for some reason. It’s just inevitable in cop shows that either the job is too demanding, too dangerous, or both. 🤷‍♀️

It's just me or all the non cops woman from Chicago pd who's has a relationship( personal or not) with a cop is always trying to minimize their jobs...

Like Meredith Olinsky who's always trying to push away Alvin instead of realize that choosing a cop as a husband comes with high prices..

And I am really thinking to put Nina Chapman here, Like c'mom, she spends her day inside a office and think she can pull the cards on Hank Voight job, which proven make them a couple will be a bad storyline decision

Feel free to add your thoughts @chicago-pd-is-weird @kamryn1963