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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!!!

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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! 🎄🎅 🎉

[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.

[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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Love in Sickness

Request: My love 💕 I feel soo terrible at the moment 🤧 would you do something for a lovely anon, with Antonio, where he's taking care of his sick girlfriend and all being lovely and a worried mother hen ? That would be awesome 💖

Pairings: Antonio Dawson x Sick!Reader

Warnings: fluff

A/N: to the dear sweet anon that sent this in: I hope you're feeling better and sorry I didn't get it out sooner to you!

A/N 2: two fics on the same day? What is going on?

You hadn’t been feeling that great since Thursday of last week. It started out with a scratchy throat but you thought nothing of it and ate some cough drops and drank some tea with honey. Then came the runny nose and sneezing again you thought nothing of it and took some allergy meds and went on with your day. Antonio was worried about you but you just said you were fine and he left it at that, he knew how you got when you got upset. Nothing new happened on Saturday or Sunday so you thought it was over since the symptoms cleared up, you were wrong.

You worked as a teacher so that means you were working with kids and were bound to get sick at some point, turns out that some point was Thursday. You hated being sick. You and being sick did not get along. When you got sick it took you out for several days and you hated it. You also hated to tell Antonio because he tended to go overboard on the mothering. But he was a detective and always found out. You sighed and decided to get up and try to get some fluids into yourself and maybe something to eat, if you could keep it down that is.

It was now Monday and you felt worse than you did on Thursday. Antonio had already gone to work since he had to be up and out the door at 6 AM. So, you woke up to an empty bed which made you feel 10x worse. You laid in bed for a few minutes until you felt your stomach churn and bile started to come up your throat so you jumped up out of bed and into the bathroom. You had just barley made it to the toilet before everything in your stomach had come out. When you were done and all you were doing was dry heaving, you leaned against the wall after flushing the toilet and was catching your breath. Finally, after you caught it and walked to where your phone was and called into work and told them you were sick and told you to come back when you were feeling better. You slowly grabbed Antonio’s hoodie that was hanging off the bedpost and threw it out, it seemed to swallow you whole and brought you comfort and it smelled like him and made you smile. You slipped your phone into the pocket and began your journey to the kitchen.

When you tried to stand up you saw black dots appear in your vision so you sat back down until you felt like you could move. About 10 minutes later when your heart stopped racing you tried again and this time it was successful. You used the wall and slowly walked to the kitchen and then you collapsed onto one of the kitchen chairs. Once you felt like you got some strength you got up and made some soup, once it was done you grabbed a bowl from the top shelf and shivered as you did so. Your muscles screamed at you and you whimpered just the tiniest bit but got the bowl down. You got some of it and went and sat down on the couch. You took one bite but once it hit your stomach it was coming back up and you were running to the bathroom.

Once you were done dry heaving and expelling what little soup you did eat you flushed the toilet and then made your way to the couch. Your legs shook like a newborn foal standing for the first time. Once at the couch you just collapsed onto it with a sigh. You must’ve fallen asleep because the next thing you knew you were being startled awake by your phone vibrating and ringing. You woke up in a sweat but slid it out of the hoodie pocket and squinted at the screen and saw that it was Antonio calling. You answered it and then closed your eyes while beginning to talk.

“Hey, Babe.” You said a little out of it.

“Hey, Baby Girl. You’re not at work?” He said and then you realized that he must’ve went to see you on his and your lunch break, which somehow seemed to match up.

“I’m sorry, Babe. I called in sick. I woke up throwing up.” You said trying to fight nausea.

“Oh, Baby Girl. Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” He asked

“I didn’t want to bother you.” You said and you could hear him smile through the phone. You always cared about other people first before you.

“You never bother me. I’ll be home in a couple of minutes, I just got to pick up some stuff first.” He said and you nodded even though he couldn’t see it.

“Ok. I love you.” You said

“I love you too. Now rest up. I’ll be home soon.” He said and then hung up the phone. I took you a minute to realize he had hung up and you pulled the phone away from your ear.

You must’ve fallen back to sleep because you woke up to Antionio running his fingers through your hair. “’Tonio?” You asked sleepily and vision blurry.

“It’s me. How are you feeling? You’re burning up.” He asked and you shook your head which was a mistake because that just brought a headache on and you winced.

“Not good.” You said throat scratchy from the vomiting. He smiled at you and softly.

“Oh, Baby Girl. Have you eaten anything?” He asked

“Yea, but it came up.” You said and closed your eyes covering them.

“The light bothering you?” He asked

“Mhm.” You said

“Do you want to move to the bedroom? It would be more comfortable than the couch.” He asked and you nodded slightly. “Can you walk?” He asked.

“I can try.” You said and started to stand up while wincing at the light, you were still in your sweatpants and his hoodie. When you stood up, with his help, your legs started to shake again.

“I’ll carry you.” He said and bent down to hook an arm under your knees and then around your shoulders. He gently bent your legs and the next thing you knew you were being carried back into the bedroom. Antonio laid you down gently and pulled the covers over you and you snuggled into his hoodie and the covers. He started to leave but you stopped him by grabbing his hand. “I’ll be right back. I need to put the stuff away I got and bring you a Gatorade and a bucket. I also want to get a thermometer to check the temperature of yours.” He said and you nodded and let him leave. Antonio was always good to you when you were sick and you truly loved it even if he did go crazy overboard at times. He walked back into the bedroom carrying the things he needed for you and then sat down and helped you sit up. “Open.” He said and you did and he put the thermometer under your tongue and 30 seconds later it beeped it read 103°F (39.4°C). “Here take some Tylenol. It’ll help with the fever.” He said and you took it and gave you the Gatorade to wash it down.

“You’re so nice to me.” You mumbled out and he smiled.

“Get some sleep. I’ll check on you in a few.” He said and you nodded already half asleep. Every now and then he would come in with a cool wash cloth and dab your forehead. You didn’t once move or make a sound. You tended to be a heavy sleeper especially being sick. He stroked your hair and felt your forehead with the back of his hand occasionally. He would then go back to doing some tasks around the apartment waiting on you to wake up and tending to you.

3hrs later you woke up with a start and really needed to use the bathroom. So, you shakily pulled the covers back and started to get up and when Antiono walked in. “What are you doing?” He said with a chuckle.

“I need to use the bathroom.” You said and he chuckled.

“I’ll help you.” He said and came over and helped you walk to the bathroom. Once you we were there, you did your business and then flushed. Surprisingly you hadn’t thrown up but then again you hadn’t eaten anything. “Do you want to try the couch?” He asked and you nodded. So, he helped you there and sat you down. He retook your temperature and was happy to see it was back down too normal. He bent down and kissed you on the forehead.

Antonio took care of you for the rest of the time you were sick until 3 days later and you finally started to feel like yourself again. You still didn’t have your strength and he helped you with that. Somehow, he hadn’t gotten sick and you were jealous of that but you didn’t love him any less. You really considered yourself lucky when you met him. You weren’t going to let him go anytime soon that’s for sure.

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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

[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.

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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

[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.

[kamryn1963]

Chicago PD fanfic

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Chicago PD (TV) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Major Character Death Characters: Hank Voight, Erin Lindsay, Trudy Platt, Alvin Olinsky, Antonio Dawson, Kevin Atwater, Kim Burgess, Adam Ruzek, Jay Halstead, Hailey Upton Additional Tags: Snapshots, Reflection, Canon-Typical Violence, Canonical Character Death, Angst, Sad Ending, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Stabbing, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Kidnapping, Racism, Panic Attacks, I Don't Even Know, Intelligence Unit as Family (Chicago PD)

Summary:

Snapshots through the years, as Hank watches the job slowly destroy his team one by one.

Notes: This was a little hard to tag but I tried my best. This is also a new formatting I'm trying with snapshots, so I hope everyone is able to follow/understand it okay.

Enjoy!

Hank had only been running the Intelligence unit for two months when Jules Willhite was murdered. That’s the first time Hank saw his team start to fracture. He saw how the grief affected them all, specifically Antonio and Erin. 

How more arguments and disagreements started happening through his unit, more accusations. Less trust and his fragile team he’d started building, started splitting. 

And that was just the beginning of the end. That first year was hell for all of them. 

First Jules was killed, then Diego was kidnapped, Antonio was shot and nearly lost his life, then Jin was killed. And each time his team suffered the price. 

… 

Erin. 

Hank had always been proud of Erin. How she turned her life around from when he met her as a tennager, and became a great cop, a detective he was proud of. And then Gregory Yates happened. Hank watched as Erin slowly spiraled. First Nadia’s death then Bunny back in her life. Hank tried, but Erin was too far gone, too far in Bunny’s grasp and her grief. 

Even when she eventually came back to Intelligence Hank still saw the haunted look in her eyes that never seemed to leave. 

Soon Justin would be dead and a year later Erin gone. One of Hank’s greatest fears had come true and he saw how the job destroyed Erin like he always feared. 

And he’d been too late. Too late to fully save Erin. Maybe New York would be good for her. That’s all Hank could hope for. After she stopped answering his messages and calls he hoped she’d just found a better life. 

… 

Trudy. 

Trudy had always been the strongest of them. Out of Hank, Trudy and Alvin, Trudy had always been the one who could bounce back the quickest. 

Even as they got older and Trudy suffered a career ending injury and was forced to desk duty, she was always a force to be reckoned with. So finding her about to kill the man who murdered her father, shook Hank a bit. She’d never been involved in that sort of revenge the same as Hank and Alvin were. 

“He killed my dad”. Trudy sobbed and Hank could only hold her. 

“I know, I know he did, Dee. But you wouldn’t be able to live with yourself”. Hank knew he couldn’t. 

Trudy wasn’t the same headstrong woman he’d known for almost thirty years after that.

… 

Alvin. 

The next person Hank watched the job completely destroy was Alvin. Hank had been watching the live drain from Alvin’s eyes for years. There wasn’t much of a spark there when they met and Hank had just seen it dim as the years went on. 

After that day with Pulpo, Alvin had never been the same. After Lexi was killed, Hank was honestly surprised Alvin didn’t kill himself. 

Hank had seen the way Alvin would look at his gun, with longing almost, in his eyes. Hank started taking Alvin’s gun at the end of the day even though Alvin would never hand over his backup no matter what Hank said or threatened. Hank and Meredith came to an understanding that year as Hank was over there so much making sure Alvin had survived the night. 

Over the next year Alvin turned into a shell of himself, a man Hank barely recognized anymore. And he hated it. So much. 

So he wasn’t surprised when Alvin took the blame for Bingham’s death. Alvin was loyal, always had been, but Hank knew it wasn’t just that. 

“I got this, man”. Alvin rasped but as Hank looked into his dying best friend’s eyes, he knew the words were full of shit. 

“I know, they're going to fix you up, your-your going to be alright”. 

Lies

Lies

Lies

… 

Antonio. 

Hank’s not sure how he missed it. That Antonio was doing drugs. But there he was holding Antonio as he cried and tried to explain what had happened, how he’d developed an addiction to painkillers. 

“It’s okay, it’s okay”. Is all Hank could mutter as Antonio cried. 

But it wasn’t okay, it never was. 

Hank watched as Adam was arrested for Antonio’s crime and good god did he want to shake Adam for doing something so stupid like following in Alvin’s footsteps. 

Adam got home safely in the end but Antonio resigned and was gone before Hank could even convince him to stay. Maybe it was for the best. 

Another cop this job had destroyed.

… 

Kevin. 

Hank knew this wasn’t the first time Kevin experienced racism. And that it wouldn’t be the last. But that doesn’t mean Hank didn't see how it affected him. 

Antonther member of his team was shot, injured that year. Hank saw the fire dim in Kevin’s eyes after that. Even when things had quieted down Hank knew the damage was done. 

Kevin still came to work everyday, did his job but Hank was stuck watching another one of his cops, who had the potential to be a great police officer, suffer.

… 

Kim. 

Since Kim joined Intelligence, Alvin’s words that day were always at the front of his brain. 

“This job is going to rip her heart out and I don’t want a front row seat”. 

Alvin was right. It had. And Hank had the front row seat to watch it all. Sometimes over alcohol while feeling miserable for himself in his empty house, Hank thought about Kim. How eager she’d been to join Intelligence. Her smile that day in the hospital, stitches in her face when he offered her Erin’s empty spot. And her smile again the second time he offered her a spot in Intelligence and she accepted his offer. 

How that eagerness and her smile faded as the years went on. 

Instead of Alvin, Hank had to watch as this job destroyed another one of his cops, how PTSD slowly turned her into a hardened cop. Hank didn’t want that, not another cop with a bright spirit hardened by the force. 

Kim eventually came back to work, but Hank knew this might’ve just been something she couldn’t fully put behind her. 

… 

Adam. 

Adam. He’d been too naive, too wild and immature and Hank wasn’t surprised when it didn’t last long. He thinks it might’ve been his arrest that fully mellowed Adam out. Maybe Alvin’s death. 

Hank just knew that putting Adam undercover with the Beck’s years later was one of his biggest regrets. 

“I don’t have PTSD”. Hank had almost laughed when Adam said that. 

“You need to get help, Adam”. They’d met up later over a drink after the case was closed and Adam had talked to Kim.

“I’m fine, Boss”. Adam replied avoiding eye contact. 

“You're not fine. You need help”. Hank left soon after that. There was no point in going back and forth, Hank had learned that a long time ago. 

Hank couldn’t lose another one. Not Adam. 

… 

Jay. 

Hank wanted to say he was surprised when Jay handed in his resignation but part of him wasn’t. He headed to the airport hoping to catch Jay before he boarded his plane. 

Hank knew there was no changing Jay’s mind so he just stuck his hand out. Jay looked at it for a moment before shaking it. 

“Stay safe”. There’s so much Hank wanted to say. But he couldn’t. He didn’t think Jay would want to hear it so Hank didn’t even bother. 

“I’ll try”. Jay replied and they exchanged a nod before Jay walked away. 

Another member of his team, his family, is gone. 

… 

Hailey. 

Hank knew he dragged her down with him. Jay had been right that night. After Roy, she changed. A shell of herself and Hank knew it was his fault. As much as he tried telling himself that he had tried to get her to leave, and she chose not to, he knew it was his fault. 

“Hailey?” Hank asked as he walked into the locker room finding Hailey having a panic attack as Jay tried to calm her. 

They both looked up at him as he spoke. Jay glared before turning back to his wife while Hailey just stared at him before gasping for breath again. 

“I’m fine, I’m fine”. Hailey mumbled as she shrugged Jay’s hand up and sat up, wiping her tears. 

Hank didn’t say anything as Jay aimed his glare back at him. Hank just nodded before heading back to his team. He’d clearly caused enough damage. 

He destroyed Hailey like he’d destroyed Alvin, Erin, Antonio, Kim, Adam, Jay. 

Maybe it wasn’t just the job. 

… 

Hank. 

The job had been slowly killing him longer than Hank would admit. The long years of watching others suffer, knowing you were failing the people you are in charge of. Losing Camille than Justin, Erin, Alvin, Noah, had all taken its toll on Hank. But he couldn’t complain because it was his fault. . 

Hank could only hope, tied to a chair in whatever warehouse he’d been brought to, that Trudy would look after the unit. Take better care of them than Hank could. 

“You have one call, Voight”. Frank Matson said as he reentered the room where Hank was slowly bleeding to death from the three stab wounds he’d already sustained. 

“Go to hell”. Hank refused to make a call. He wouldn’t do that. His team had already suffered enough and even if calling meant they’d be able to track the call and find him, Hank wouldn’t risk their lives again. 

“You know I’ve been watching you. You're all alone”. Hank turned Matson out as he looked down at his shirt that was slowly soaking through with blood. 

Matson wasn’t wrong. 

His silence seemed to tick Matson off as he was in front of him with the knife again. This time Hank fought unintentionally injuring himself further. Or maybe it was intentional. Before Matson got tired of his refusal and lured a member of his team into danger. 

As the world went dark and Hank’s head lolled forward, he knew he was another person who this job had destroyed. Hank didn’t like thinking of his first few years on the job. The bittersweet memories of his family. But one thing Hank knew is he was happier back than. 

It wasn’t just the job that destroyed his team. It was Hank. He knew he couldn’t blame the job anymore. Hank hadn’t protected them as much as a sergeant should and they all paid the price. 

Hank’s final thought was that maybe the team would finally heal now. 

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Detective ᰔᩚ chapter fourteen - cry for help

"I think he drugged me." Chapter 14: cry for help Season 5 Episode 14: Anthem *Trigger Warning*

The intelligence members were undercover in a crowd of people along with uniformed cops watching the protest going down. Chicago has gotten even colder over the week snow was going to arrive anytime Isabella wore a white long-sleeve turtle neck with some jeans and her vans she also wore her long black trench coat. 

"Denny Woods's daughter running an anti-police demonstration. I think that's the actual definition of irony" Isabella said chuckling as she clapped along with the crowd.

"Amazing" Jay replied nodding.

"Racism is sp American--that when we protest racism, some people think we protest American. But protesting injustice, that's what the flag stands for"

"I got no respect for this kid," Jay said turning to look at Isabella as the crowd cheered for the kid, "I got six friends who died for that flag. Any sign of David Dixon?" Jay said into his hidden mic.

"Nothing yet" Antonio replied as Isabella kept looking at Wood's daughter when Antonio's voice was heard again "Got eyes on Dixon. He just got here"

"Those people over there, they hate our country, huh?" David said walking towards the group of protesters with his hands in his jacket and his group following closely behind him "Disrespecting our police, disrespecting our flag, right?"

Adam was undercover as one of his followers as he stood in his group and Antonio was standing behind the group watching them waiting for them to hurt the group.

"Heads up, they are on the move heading your way"

"You don't deserve to call yourself an American" David yelled out with his followers behind him "That's right!"

Both protesters soon began to boo at each other and scream at one other and soon a fight broke out. Jay pushed past the crowd to get to Wood's daughter who was pushed onto the ground trying to break up a fight. The protesters all ran away as they were attacked by PD or by the smell of tear gas.

"No sign of Dixon," Isabella said walking up to Jay and Antonio as they stood by a CPD car.

Units at 21, we have multiple calls of shots fired at the CCU West parking structure. Floor unknown.

The three detectives looked at each other as they ran toward where the call said since they were near it with their guns out at their sides. Antonio opened the door and Isabella walked in first with Jay behind her. Car alarms were blaring as they walked farther into the parking lot.

"Body," Antonio said as Isabella walked towards it to check for a pulse "5021 emergency. This is Antonio Dawson of Intelligence. I need the entire campus on lockdown. We have an active shooter and one dead body. He's a black male, 20's. I believe he's the basketball player that was kneeling. Chris Taylor"

The crime scene where the body was had redtape around it as Kevin, Jay, and Isabella looked at the scene waiting for Hank and Alvin to arrive. Kevin noticed them nodding at him as Isabella turned around noticing him walking over to the trio. Isabella walked over to see the tape ended Jay standing behind her.

"One shot to the heart no witnesses," Isabella said holding the notepad against her chest.

"Tact, Patrol, SWAT swept the area. Shooter's in the wind" Jay responded lifting the tape for them to enter the scene and they walked out.

"Huh," Hank said walking with Alvin towards Kevin and Antonio.

Back at the station Hank and Isabella were in the break room with Brianna Wood who sat on the small couch, Hank on one of the chairs, and Isabella on the round table.

"Listen, we just wanna ask you a few questions, all right?" Hank said.

"I know the drill"

"All right"

"You saw Chris got into a flight at the demonstration?" Isabella asked her.

"Yeah, one of those Neo-nazis," Brianna said nodding her head "Told Chris he was gonna kill him"

Isabella pulled up a picture of David turning to it so Brianna could see it "This guy?" She asked.

"That's the one. Did you--Did you catch him?" Brianna questioned uncrossing her arms and looking at the two in front of her.

"No, we're still looking. Listen, is there anything we should know about Chris?" Hank asked her.

"We were friends. I've known him since we were freshmen. That's how I met Jamal" Brianna said picking at her nails.

"Jamal is your boyfriend?" Isabella asked tilting her head.

"Yeah. I wrote an article about them" She said crossing her hands against her chest.

"Which article?" Isabella asked.

"Two friends take a stand. Chris and Jamal came from a tough neighborhood. Got the golden ticket to a fancy college, and then they started protesting the anthem. The boosters, the fans, the coaches, they were not happy" 

"They were getting threats?"

Brianna shrugged her shoulders "There was just so much hate out there. They became a symbol"

"Sergeant," Woods said walking into the break room.

"Hey," Hank said getting up from his seat.

"I hope these officers are treating you with respect," Woods said kneeling by his daughter.

"Hi, Daddy," She said as her father tilted her chin.

"Doctor take a look at that?"

"Yeah. Said it was fine"

"I heard you jumped into the fray," He said looking at his daughter.

"Couldn't help it"

"Well, some things don't change. You're lucky the police were there"

"Couldn't resist, huh?" Brianna muttered.

"Sarge, can we talk" He said and they both walked out leaving Isabella and Brianna in the room. 

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Antonio pinned a picture of Chris Taylor to the board as Kim ascended the steps, shedding her jacket.

"Chris Taylor, CCU point guard from the Wild Hundreds. Smart kid, Political Science major with a 3.5 GPA," Antonio briefed the team.

Hank, seated in Adam's chair, leaned forward. "Any priors?"

"Just one for possession in high school, but he cleaned up after community service," Antonio replied.

Jay interjected, "Brianna mentioned threats related to anthem protests."

Hank nodded thoughtfully. "Check Campus Security, social media. Verify those threats."

Isabella approached, opening a file. "David Dixon targeted black athletes online, flagged by the FBI for hate crimes."

"Dixon fought Chris at a rally," Jay pointed at Dixon's photo, "and he's vanished since."

"Ruzek still undercover with them?" Hank asked.

"As far as we know," Jay confirmed.

Kim interrupted, "I've got something."

As the team gathered around Kim's desk to review the footage, Jay stood next to Isabella and caught a whiff of her perfume. It was a noticeable departure from her usual floral and fruity scents; this one had a distinct cherry note. The unexpected fragrance briefly distracted Jay, but his focus quickly returned to the task at hand as they analyzed the video footage. 

"This is a timeline of the murder. Here's Dixon at 10:47," Kim played the video, showing the rally scene. "Different camera, ten minutes later..."

"Can't see his face," Isabella noted.

"But his jacket matches Dixon's," Kim observed, turning to Isabella.

"Let's find him," Hank decided, just as Kevin entered.

"We already have him, Sarge," Kevin reported. "Ruzek nabbed his Alt-Right ass five minutes ago."

"Huh," Hank grunted. "Let's have a chat with him."

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Isabella and Jay maintained a watchful presence in Brianna Wood's apartment, their concern deepening after the earlier attempt on her life. As they settled in, Jamal, a familiar face, expressed his gratitude to Jay for looking out for Brianna.

"Hey, I appreciate you looking out for her," Jamal said, shaking Jay's hand with sincerity.

"I just pushed her to the curb," Jay replied casually, holding a cup of coffee in his hand as Jamal made his way over to Brianna.

Curious about the circumstances leading up to the shooting, Brianna questioned Jay about how he anticipated the danger.

"I was in Afghanistan. You get a feeling," Jay explained, shrugging nonchalantly before taking a sip of his coffee.

Brianna's curiosity turned to Jay's background. "So, are you a soldier?"

"Used to be," Jay replied succinctly.

Jamal interjected with admiration "I respect all that y'all do. You know, you putting your life on the line for your country and everything. That's legit. Man, look, I love this country. You know, that's why I'm kneeling. I wanna make it even better."

Meanwhile, Isabella and Jay exchanged a glance, silently communicating their shared concern for Brianna's safety. Isabella approached Brianna, her voice gentle but probing.

"Brianna, we just have to ask. Is there anyone you can think of that would want to come after you? Anyone with a grudge?"

Brianna shook her head, her expression troubled yet resolute. "Like, do I know someone who would shoot me? No."

Jamal placed a comforting hand on Brianna's shoulder, his support is evident. "I assume it's the same Neo-Nazis who went after Chris."

Jay followed up. "Before today, any other specific threats?"

Brianna contemplated for a moment before responding. "No, nothing specific."

Turning to Jamal, Isabella continued the inquiry. "What about you, Jamal? Any threats?"

Jamal shook his head firmly. "No, I mean, other teams would talk trash to us for kneeling, but... Uh-uh."

Isabella and Jay exchanged another look. The gravity of the situation weighed heavily on them as they continued to ensure Brianna's safety in the face of looming threats.

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Jay and Isabella stood at the back of Chris's memorial, watching Brianna and Jamal hold each other amidst a sea of flowers and candles left in Chris's memory.

"Black kid at a white college kneels for the anthem. Risks suspension for something he believes in. Takes a lot of guts. I'll give him that," Jay commented, hands in his pockets. Isabella watched him, acknowledging the weight of his words.

Jay's phone chimed, interrupting the somber moment. He pulled it out from his back pocket and unlocked it, his expression shifting as he examined the screen. "Did you see this?" he asked, showing Isabella the display.

"Let's find out," she responded, a note of urgency in her voice.

The two detectives navigated through the crowd, approaching Brianna who now stood alone, Jamal having stepped away.

"Brianna, can we talk to you for a second?" Jay asked, gently grabbing her wrist to get her attention.

Brianna turned, her expression weary but attentive. "Sure, what's up?"

"Do you know a guy named Kendrick Gaines?" Isabella asked softly, trying to ease into the conversation.

Brianna frowned, shaking her head. "No, doesn't ring a bell. Why?"

"You're on his page," Isabella said, turning Jay's phone to show her a picture of Brianna with Kendrick Gaines. "So do you know Kendrick Gaines?"

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Isabella pushed through the crowd of drunk people who were dancing and kissing, her vision blurred as she tried to make it to the bathroom, clutching her phone tightly in her right hand. The cacophony of music and laughter filled the air, making it difficult for her to focus. She stumbled slightly, bumping into a few partygoers who barely noticed her in their revelry.

"Excuse me, sorry," Isabella muttered as she navigated her way through the throng. Her head was spinning, and she could feel the weight of the night's events pressing down on her. She needed a moment to collect her thoughts, to regain some clarity.

Finally, she reached the bathroom door. She fumbled with the handle, her hands trembling, and pushed her way inside. The relative quiet of the bathroom was a stark contrast to the chaos outside. Isabella leaned against the sink, breathing heavily, and looked at herself in the mirror. Her reflection stared back at her, eyes wide with anxiety and exhaustion.

She clicked on her emergency contact, found Jay's number, and brought the phone to her ear. He picked up on the first ring.

"Hello?" His voice was rough; he had woken up to the sound of his phone.

"J-J-Jay," Isabella slurred, stumbling around the bathroom. She walked into the big stall and locked it.

Jay immediately shot up from his bed, fully awake at the sound of her slurred voice. He remembered she had mentioned she had a date.

"What's wrong?"

"I think he drugged me. I'm hiding in the girls' bathroom at some bar," she cried out. "I c-c-can't..."

Isabella heard the bathroom door open and quickly covered her mouth, trembling in the corner. Isabella was usually fearless, always ready to stand up for herself, but the realization that she couldn't control her body terrified her.

"Isabella? Talk to me!" Jay said urgently as he stumbled around his bedroom, changing into his clothes.

"I think he's in the bathroom," she whispered, her voice shaking.

Jay rushed out of his apartment, taking the stairs instead of the elevator. He dashed down the steps to the parking garage, his heart pounding with urgency.

"Stay with me, Isabella. I'm on my way," he said, trying to keep his voice calm and steady.

Isabella could hear the footsteps getting closer. She pressed herself against the wall of the stall, trying to make herself as small as possible.

"Okay...okay," she whispered, her voice trembling.

Jay reached his car and fumbled with his keys before finally managing to unlock the door. He jumped in, started the engine, and sped out of the garage, heading towards the bar Isabella had mentioned earlier that evening.

"Tell me exactly where you are," he said, trying to keep her talking.

"I'm in the last stall," she whispered, "in the girls' bathroom."

"Stay there, keep quiet. I'm coming as fast as I can," Jay reassured her, driving as fast as he dared. Every second felt like an eternity, but he knew he had to stay focused.

As he raced through the city streets with his lights and sirens on as he checked her location that shared, he silently prayed that he would get there in time to help her.

"Okay, hurry, please," she whimpered, her voice barely audible. Suddenly, the bathroom stall door was kicked open, and she screamed.

Jay heard her scream through the phone. "Isabella!" he shouted, panic gripping his chest. He pressed the gas pedal harder, weaving through traffic with reckless determination.

In the bathroom, a shadow loomed over Isabella. She backed into the corner, her heart pounding and her body betraying her, refusing to move as she wanted.

"Isabella, listen to me," Jay's voice came through the phone, though it felt distant and faint compared to the immediate threat in front of her. "I'm almost there. Fight, if you can. Just hold on."

The man reached out for her and began touching her as she tried to fight back but she couldn't her body was too weak due to the drugs in her system. He began unbuckling his pants with a huge smirk on his face as he knelt down to her level.

Jay arrived at the bar, skidding his car to a stop and rushing inside without a second thought. He had already messaged his team about the situation, and they were on their way, but he couldn't wait for backup.

He shoved past the crowd, his heart racing. He heard muffled sounds coming from the direction of the bathrooms and sprinted towards them.

"Isabella! I'm here!" he shouted, his voice echoing off the tiled walls as he burst into the women's bathroom.

Jay burst into the women's bathroom and saw the stall door hanging open. Isabella was huddled in the corner, shaking violently. Her clothes were torn, and she looked utterly terrified. The man was nowhere to be seen; he had fled the scene.

He rushed to her side, his heart breaking at the sight. "Isabella, it's me. You're safe now," he said softly, trying to keep his voice calm and steady despite the rage and fear boiling inside him.

Isabella looked up at him, her eyes wide with terror. "Jay... he... he..."

"Hey take a deep for me," Jay reassured her, carefully draping his jacket over her shoulders to cover her. "I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere."

He quickly messaged his team again, updating them on the situation and urging them to hurry. They needed to find the man who had done this.

"Can you stand?" Jay asked gently, helping Isabella to her feet. She shook her head weakly, her legs barely able to support her weight.

"It's okay, I've got you," Jay said softly. He scooped her up in his arms, holding her close. She clung to him, her tears soaking into his shirt.

Jay carried her out of the bathroom and through the bar, his eyes scanning the crowd for any sign of the man who had done this. Patrons watched with concern and confusion, but Jay didn't stop, focused only on getting Isabella to safety.

As they reached his car, he gently placed her in the passenger seat and buckled her in. "I'm taking you to the hospital," he told her, his voice firm yet soothing. "You're going to be okay."

"I-I-I was on a date, Hank, and he must have spiked my drink while I wasn't looking, and he-he-he..." Isabella's voice faltered as tears welled up in her eyes.

Jay put a comforting arm around her shoulder. "We found her in the bar's bathroom. The guy was gone when I got there," he explained, his voice tight with anger.

Hank's expression darkened as he took in the scene. "Did you get a look at him? Any idea who he might be?"

She nodded her head, "His name is Benjamin Hayes...I-I" she said in between breaths as she trembled under Jay's jacket.

Hank nodded, his jaw clenched. "Jay, take Isabella to the hospital. Get her checked out, and make sure she's okay. We'll handle things here."

Jay nodded. "Let's go, Isabella," he said gently, helping her into the truck with utmost care.

As they drove towards the hospital, Isabella leaned against Jay, overwhelmed with a mix of fear, and anger. Jay kept a steady hand on the wheel, his mind racing with worry for her and anger that he wasn't able to get there in time to stop it.

At the hospital, Jay stayed by Isabella's side as she underwent examinations and tests.

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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

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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.

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“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.

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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?”