#greg “mouse” gerwitz

[notsosecret-aceflux-badgebunny]

Today, I am thankful for my favorite fictional men 🩵🫶

[professorwerewolfmcwerewolf]

Okay, I have an idea. Gotta admit, first, I haven't watched most of Chicago PD (or Med but that's not relevant here. I've seen all of Fire). I was already in love with the Halsteads and now I've fallen in love with Mouse as a character. I also fully blame @kitweewoos and @gregorygerwitz for that. And I'm not sure if y'all's hc of Mouse's parents being rich and having disowned him is just a hc or somewhat implied in canon, but it's fully canon in my brain.

Alright. My idea. When Mouse starts to get restless being part of the unit, his initial thought is still reenlisting because that's familiar. And Voight tightening the fucking leash just totally reconfirms the need to get out. But then for some reason or another. (maybe Moustead happens and he can't bring himself to leave Jay even if he has to leave the unit. Maybe he gets to talking to Severide or Hermann or any of our 51 firefighters at Molly's.)

He starts looking into the CFD. He would still need his record cleared. But even if Platt had had hesitation, uh clearing his record so he can join the fire academy? *(calls Mouch)* Babe, I got you a veteran to join the cfd! He already comes with a nickname!

And so Mouse signs up for the next like available opening in the academy. And with a sus amount of luck *(side eyes Sargeant Platt)*, his number's called the same year. He's hopeful. The lack of gunfire is a relief as much as a bummer, but it's not a deterrent. And he isn't 100% sure how he'll do if he gets too close to explosion or gets a serious injury, but he'd have that same uncertainty overseas, just extra likely. And, of course, Jay is thrilled. Voight isn't, but he also isn't acting as much like a toddler because he has to respect the CFD. But Jay's thrilled that Mouse isn't trying to put himself through That™️ again. He feels guilty for a bit when he thinks maybe Mouse dropped the reenlisting idea just to placate him, but Mouse tells him it was just his first idea.

So Mouse goes through the fire academy, fucking excels. The soldier-like bits are like coming home. This he knows. This he can do. Sure, he might need to fill his free time with stuff to use his tech skills so boredom never leads him to hack the wrong shit while tipsy, but he would've done that anyway. He's not even opposed to helping out the unit, but only when they actually just can't figure it out themselves.

Fresh out of the academy, he obviously becomes a candidate at Firehouse 51. Do they need one right now? Don't care. They're getting Mouse. They need a new stray, and he needs a bigger family than just Jay and Will via Jay. Okay, I just checked the timeline, and Mouse's last CPD episode was conveniently at the same time as Jimmy Borelli's uhhh incident 🔥🫠 in October 2016. So, 51 does, in fact, need a candidate. 🫢😅

Humor in the tags. But seriously. Mouse can't decide if he absolutely hates them trying to include him in stuff (because past experiences say this is a lie and they wanna lure him into a false sense of security before being shit, despite the fact they've never individually given him bad vibes before) or desperately wants to do good to feel like he deserves them.

This part specifically applies to the Gerwitz-family-being-rich hc: It doesn't take the house long to piece together Gerwitz, and that Mouse isn't involved in his parents' lives. But you know Otis. Otis is Otis. Mouse is a candidate. So naturally, he's gonna joke about it. Mouse is fine at first, just acts like he didn't hear him or just glares or walks away, and everyone else has the decency not to laugh if it's the latter two reactions. Otis continues. Until one day, he jokingly implies nepotism. Mouse stops him in the locker room. "Listen, funny guy. I get this. The hazing is part of the job. It's fine. And you have plenty of material to work with. You wanna joke about my service, my addiction, working for the intelligence unit, my friendship with Jay? I don't care. But you make another crack about nepotism like my parents gave a single fuck about me after I wasn't their perfect little socialite? Like I wasn't fully disowned and cut off? That's a fight you won't win, Zvonecek." And his pronunciation of Otis' last name being perfect is oddly the sticking point for him. Otis is a bit butt hurt for a few days, but accepts the honesty and threat as good enough reason to back off on that topic.

[wwemcumuscleslover]

Those small but Funny Arcs...Hank Voight almost getting crazy with the unique personality of Greg " Mouse" Gerwitz.

[kitweewoos]

Moustead + pillow talk

"Hey, do you ever think what would've happened if we hadn't met?" "I try not to." "I would've died, I think, if not when I was deployed but certainly when I came home." "This is such cheery pillow talk." "I just mean that I'm glad we met, and I'm happy here with you." "I love you too, Mouse."

send me a moodboard prompt

[witchygagirlwrites]

Forgive Us

Greg "Mouse" Gerwitz x Reader x Jay Halstead/Gerstead x Reader

When one of your boys is taken hostage and you don't find out until it's almost over they know they gotta earn your forgiveness

Pretty much smut...not gonna lie

Normally you woke up to either the shrill sound of the alarm going off or one of your boyfriends gently waking you up. It was a rare occurrence you managed to wake up before them. Today was one of those rare occurrences. You woke up with your back tucked against Jay’s chest and Mouse turned on his side facing you, fast asleep. He had one hand tucked up on the pillow next to him and you couldn’t resist the urge to touch him. 

He was so damn gorgeous, especially when he was relaxed. You reached a hand out and gently ran your finger up the side of his jaw then behind his ear, tucking some of the locks that had gotten a little wild from his usual styled look. His eyes slowly opened, a smile slipping onto his face “Good morning beautiful”  You smiled “Good morning” 

You felt his hand slip down to hook over your hip, pulling you closer before he brushed his lips against yours in a gentle kiss. You sighed against his mouth, giving him the chance to deepen the kiss as he tugged you under him. You moaned lightly when he rolled his hips down against yours “Well that’s a little rude that I don’t even get an invitation” 

He laughed lightly, dropping his head against your shoulder as you cut your eyes up into Jay’s blue eyes and grinning face. The way his eyelashes kissed the freckles splashed across his cheeks always made you want to stare at them for hours. He was equally gorgeous. There were so many times you had no freaking clue what the two of them were even doing with you. “Didn’t realize you were awake baby, c’mere” 

Mouse moved to kiss down your left shoulder, licking and nibbling at the skin as Jay’s lips caught yours in a hungry kiss, tongue wandering into your mouth as his hand gripped your chin to hold you in place. Mouse’s hands began to wander lower on your body, slipping under the sleep shorts you’d worn to bed to tease at your clit while Jay’s slipped under your tank top, rolling a nipple between two fingers. You gasped lightly from the mixture of sensations, Mouse’s slow calculated movements and Jay’s sharp pinches soothed by the warm palm of his hand, your head dropping further back into the pillows. 

The alarm clock started blaring and they looked at each other over you and then looked down at you “Baby..” “Oh you son of a bitches” you growled when they both pulled their hands away from your body, light kisses being placed on opposite sides of your neck. “Sorry sweetheart” Mouse whispered and Jay grinned “We’ll make it up to you later princess, aren’t you on a surgical rotation today?”

You shook your head “I traded with April actually, I’m down in emergency with my favorite brother in law” Mouse raised an eyebrow “Baby, I’m an only child. You only have one” you grinned “I know” before taking his extended hand “Now who’s getting in the shower with me and who’s starting coffee?”

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You pulled Mouse by the front of the white shirt he was buttoning up to you “I love you Greg” he crashed his lips against yours “I love you too” once he let you go Jay was pulling you back into his arms,your fingers going to the collar of his short sleeve henley to tease at his neck “I love you Jay” he smiled “I love you too baby” he catching your lips in a lingering kiss.

You shook your head at them both “You two don’t make it fair, you’re too damn good looking” They exchanged a look then Mouse pointed at you “Does she not see how sexy she is in just her scrubs?” Jay shrugged “We apparently have a long night ahead of us if not”

You rolled your eyes at them “How the hell did I get blessed with not one idiot to spend the rest of my life with but two?” Jay grinned “You lucked out and found a bonded pair sweetheart” you laughed “Dear god Jay. On that I’m going to the hospital. Stay safe. I love you both, I’ll see you tonight”

You were helping Maggie at the front desk when you heard Will call your name. You glanced up and saw him walking towards you “You look like you’ve seen a ghost Will. What’s wrong?” you asked, coming around the desk. Your stomach dropped down to your feet “Did something happen to Jay?”

“No no no. Jay’s ok” you held his eyes as he spoke and knew he was telling the truth. Jay was ok but something was still wrong. “Ok but what aren’t you telling me?” “I um I need some help so can you shadow me if you don’t mind?” you put your hands on your hips as you stared at him “That’s what med students are for” he cut his eyes at Maggie, the two of them having a silent conversation that you had a striking feeling was about you before she said “Go with him sweetie”

“Fine but when I find out what’s going on I’m gonna be pissed that everyone is lying to me” you promised, turning on your heel to head back in the direction Will had come from. “Thank you” he mouthed to Maggie.

He hadn’t known what else to do when Jay called. Mouse was being held at gunpoint by a desperate father in the precinct. Jay’s words had been “Just try to keep an eye on her. She’s gonna lose it if she finds out. I’m here and I got it handled” so this was what he could do but he knew you well enough to know that when you did find out, he may need a doctor.

Your heart was breaking for the girls you were helping to treat. They’d all been through absolute hell. Where had they come from? Someone had mentioned intelligence but Jay nor Mouse had said anything about a trafficking case. 

You walked out of one of the rooms in search of Will and caught the rear end of him asking Erin what was going on at the precinct. “Voight’s keeping a cap on it” On what? You started to let them know you were there but then Will said “You know when Jay got home I wasn’t there for him but Mouse was”

“What happened to Mouse?” you asked, shoving both hands against Will’s chest, making him stumble backwards. Erin stepped between you both, shooting a glare at Will “You didn’t tell her?” He shrugged “Jay said not to” You were beginning to panic when you looked back at her with wide eyes “Erin is he dead?”

“No sweetie, he is not dead” you took a haggard breath “What happened?” She explained that a man looking for his daughter had come into the district, he was desperate and at the end of his rope trying to find her. He’d taken Mouse as a hostage at gunpoint and currently still had him at gunpoint.

“We’re taking a victim Julia that knew his daughter back to speak with him in hopes of talking him down. Do you want to come with me?” “Erin..” Will warned and she held up a hand “That’s one of the men she loves with a gun to his head. You don’t decide for her” you nodded so she smiled “You wear a vest and stay behind me or Voight? Got it?” “Got it”

You walked in behind Erin and Jay’s eyes widened “Why is she here?” Erin shook her head and passed you a vest as she helped Julia into a vest “You had no right to keep it from her Jay”

“Boss, she’s a civilian,” Jay argued, looking past you to Voight. You scoffed “Trauma nurse actually love” Voight nodded “She stays” 

Everyone was gearing up to go in. Jay grabbed you by the arm “I didn’t want you to worry” you glared at him “And if something had happened to him I don’t know if I could’ve forgiven you for not telling me Jay”

You followed Erin down the stairs to keep your promise to stay behind her and Voight.

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You glared at the swat men spread around the lobby. They wouldn’t take Mouse into account. Jay would. Voight walked across to the office and knocked on the door “Frazier, I have someone here who knows your daughter. She wants to talk. You have my word. I’m being straight”

You cut your eyes towards Jay and saw he was in position and felt the knot in your shoulders loosen slightly. You trusted him with Mouse’s life and your own. Jay would never hurt either of you.You listened as Erin and Voight tried to talk him out, your heart thudded wildly when the curtain of the office moved and you saw Mouse with a gun to his head.

Your heart crumpled hearing  Julia talk about what she and Sara Frazier had gone through but then Mouse clocked you being there and you saw his eyes harden before he looked towards Jay. Jay gave the slightest of nods, you almost missed it. Mouse made eye contact with you and for half a second his gaze softened before he tucked down slightly, grabbed Frazier’s arm and took the gun, turning to hold it on Frazier as Swat and Jay moved in.

It didn’t even look like it took an effort. Your suspicions were confirmed when Jay asked him “What took you so long?” he cut his eyes up at you before looking back at Frazier “I believed him” 

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Were you angry with them both? Yes but you’d also seen those girls. You were shaking when they took Frazier out past you and reached out for Julia, pulling her into your side in an attempt to comfort her because she was sobbing. 

Jay and Mouse both stopped at the office door and looked at you. You whispered to Julia “Let me talk to my guys then how about I buy you lunch while we wait on your sister to get to Chicago?” She nodded and walked towards the front desk and Kim.

You walked over towards the two men who held your heart. They both opened their mouths but closed them when you held up one hand “We’ll talk at home. My adrenaline is through the roof at the moment and I need to get out of here before it crashes” You looked at Mouse “Help Frazier however you can” then looked at Jay “When you find these bastards make it hurt”

They both nodded so you said “I love you, both of you” then turned to head to Julia. You offered her your hand then remembered you didn’t have your car. “Jay!” he tossed his truck keys as soon as you turned. You gave him a small smile then turned back to Julia “Let’s go sweetie”

You saw Julia through leaving with her sister and even went back to the hospital to apologize to Will before going to the precinct later that evening. You had the truck so Jay and Mouse had no way home.

You parked where the rest of the unit did and headed for the back entrance. This late the two of them would be down in the tech room. You typed in Jay’s code to get into roll up and crouched to get in the door before it opened all the wall and hit the button to close it behind yourself.

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When you walked around the corner into the tech room Mouse was sitting on the edge of the desk and Jay was sitting in one chair with his feet propped up on the other. “Please tell me you found her?” 

You walked over to Jay, sitting down in his lap and reaching for his beer. He nodded “She’s with her dad” you looked at Mouse “How’s he doing?” he smiled “He’s just getting charged with reckless endangerment” you didn’t ask. However he managed that didn’t matter. He’d done the right thing.

Jay slipped one hand under your scrub top “How pissed are you at us?” you shook his hand away as an answer. He chuckled lightly, moving your hair to press a kiss to your neck “Greg, I think we need to head home” Mouse laughed lightly “Yeah. She’s mad” “I’m not only mad” you whispered and they both looked at you, waiting for you to continue but you shook your head “Not here. Voight is not walking in on us arguing”

You stood off Jay’s lap then he stood up. They both were looking at you so you dropped your eyes “Let’s just go home”

You walked into the door of your shared place and knew both men were watching your every move. You dropped your jacket into the hall closet and kicked your shoes off “I’m gonna shower”

They exchanged a look so you added “Alone” you just wanted to calm down before you talked to them. “Ok love” Mouse spoke first, his hand barely touching your back. Jay’s hand ghosted on your shoulder “We’ll be right here”

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After you got out of the shower you walked into the living room to find both of them had already used the guest bathroom as well. Jay’s hair was still a little spiky from the shower and Mouse’s hair curled just slightly when it was wet on the ends. They were both sitting on the couch in their sleep pants watching the game.

You twisted the ring they’d bought you on your first anniversary around your finger. “Can we talk now?” both of their eyes shot up and Jay turned the tv off. “Here?” Mouse asked and you shook your head “I wanna go to bed” They both got off the couch fast enough it was almost comical.

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You turned and walked towards the bedroom, hearing them behind you. You climbed up into the king size bed, sitting cross legged in the center despite the fact that you were only wearing one of Jay’s old Henleys and a pair of Mouse’s boxers.

They both stood at the foot of the bed, staring at you like lost puppies. “I knew Will was lying when he told me nothing was wrong. That man has a shit poker face” Jay dropped his head “I was just trying to keep you calm baby” “Because you knew he had it?” you asked and he nodded “Yeah” 

“Then why not come and tell me that?” “I couldn’t leave him there with those trigger happy assholes from swat” You nodded slowly “Text? Call? Something so I’m not losing my shit on Will and Erin?”

“Baby I’m sorry” he whispered. “I love you both so fucking much. Seeing that look on Will’s face?” you took a deep breath “I felt like the floor was going out from under me…then when I heard him and Erin mention your name Mouse I thought I’d lost one of you”

You felt tears start to fall and they both moved at once, Mouse crawling up the left side of the bed and Jay crawling up the right. “I’m sorry sweetheart” Mouse cooed and you shoved him “And you! You brave, selfless, idiotic man!” He looked towards Jay “Is she gonna kiss me or hit me?” Jay shrugged “I don’t know”

“You did the right thing helping that man. He found his daughter and you helped save countless others from hell. I am so proud of you, of both of you but did you ever stop to think what would’ve happened if he had shot you?” you hiccuped and he pulled you into his arms “Baby I’ve handled worse” “What about those swat assholes? What if they shot you?”

You turned into his chest and felt Jay’s hands on your back too “Shit sweetheart, we’re sorry baby. You know we act before thinking a lot” you sniffled “You’re fucking bullheaded stubborn men who run head first into danger to save other people and I love you both with my entire heart”

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“What can we do princess? Jay asked and Mouse chuckled “I think we both know what we can do” he looked down at you, pushing your hair back out of your face “You want us to make you feel better baby? Remind you we’re both right here with you?” you nodded, pressing a kiss to his chest and smiling when you felt him swallow hard “Please Greg”

He groaned lightly “Use your words baby, tell us what you need” “I want to feel both of you touching me, loving me” Jay leaned forward, pulling you into a kiss “We’ll take care of you princess. Tonight’s all about you”

Mouse turned you so instead of being against his chest you were now straddling his lap. Your hands went to his shoulders to brace yourself “I’m so sorry I scared you sweetheart” he whispered, rolling his lips against yours. You whimpered against his mouth. He smiled “You love us that much huh?” you nodded “I do Greg, so damn much”

Jay’s hands slipped over your shoulders to cup your breasts through the shirt you wore, kneading the soft flesh “We love you that much too baby”

Mouse looked over your shoulder at Jay “Take the damn shirt off her already” you laughed when Jay’s hands slipped down to the hem of your shirt to pull it up and over your head but that laugh turned into a moan when Mouse leaned his head down to roll a nipple between his teeth.

Your head fell back and landed on Jay’s hard chest. He turned your neck so he could catch your lips in a bruising kiss, rolling his tongue into your mouth against yours. You moaned into his mouth as Mouse worked one nipple with his teeth and the other between his fingers before switching them out. When you had to pull away from Jay’s lips with a gasp he simply began to kiss down your jaw then to your neck, licking and sucking every spot he knew you loved.

Just as fast as they started they stopped, leaving you a squirming mess. “What the hell?” you squealed and Mouse grinned at you “Don’t know about Jay but I want you on your back on the bed”

Jay slipped his hand down the front of your body, teasing the front of your panties just enough you rolled your hips down into Mouse making him swallow hard “Fuck Jay, a little warning?”

Jay laughed “Not gonna lie I kinda want to do that again” Mouse glared at him “You’re an idiot” then looked back at you “Now for you” then turned to plop you down onto the bed, holding himself up over you. 

“Hey” you whispered, pulling him into a kiss. He hungrily attacked your lips, rolling his hips down against yours and considering he only had sleep pants on you could feel how hard he was. Jay groaned “Greg I fuckin swear” Mouse broke away from your lips to shoot you a smirk “You think he wants a show tonight or he wants to be a part of it”

You looked over at Jay and Christ, the look in his eyes made your thighs clench around Mouse’s waist. Mouse looked down at the movement and chuckled “That’s answer enough” he moved off of you to one side then looked at Jay “I got the right” “I got the left” Jay muttered, attacking your lips in a kiss that was all tongue and teeth before he moved down to your neck, kissing and biting the flesh there “Such a pretty girl for us..tastes so damn sweet..doesn’t she?”

Mouse bit down on the bend of your neck “The sweetest, every damn inch of her” you whimpered, your thighs shaking slightly despite the fact that neither of them had barely touched you. They continued their path, Mouse working down the right side of your body while Jay worked down the left.

When Mouse rolled one nipple between his teeth at the same time Jay used his tongue to flick the other nipple into his mouth, your back arched off the bed. One of Jay’s hands came up to pin you to the bed. He pulled away from your chest to look up at you, blue eyes glowing in the low light of the room “Just lay back and take it baby. Be a good girl for us”

Mouse pulled back as well to look up at you “Gonna let us love on you baby?” you nodded and he tsk tsked “Words my love” “Yes..Please” you finally got out and they both grinned.

Jay cut his eyes at Mouse and a look was passed that made your stomach flip. They both turned their attention back to your body, kissing across your ribcage and further down. They both got to your hip bones at the same time and bit down on the curve of your hip just hard enough a yelp of surprise escaped you but they quickly soothed the area with kisses.

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You felt Jay’s hands pulling your panties off your legs as Mouse’s mouth started to tease at your thighs,kissing and biting the soft flesh. When you looked down to see both of them between your leg with one leg on Jay’s shoulder and the other on Mouse’s that sight was enough alone to make you fall apart. Their lips and teeth started to tease your inner thighs before Mouse’s tongue flicked up your center first, swirling around your clit.

Jay’s fingers slipped into you, curling up until he could find that spot deep inside of you. It didn’t find them long to find a rhythm that had your back arching so hard it was almost painful and the only words coming out of your mouth were screams of their names.

You lost count of how many orgasms they wrang out of you, taking turns between who used their tongue and who used their fingers. By the time your legs were shaking around them and you could barely push at their heads it didn’t matter who was where you needed one of them inside of you “Somebody please fuck me” you begged, falling back on the pillows.

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Mouse laughed lightly “She did say please” you hadn’t realised you’d closed your eyes until Jay was wrapping his hand around your throat saying “Open those eyes beautiful so you can him fuck you” 

Mouse was between your knees with a condom in his hand, waiting for you to give the go ahead. You smiled, “Please Greg” he groaned “Fuck baby” and ripped the condom open, pushing it down onto himself. Jay caught your lips in a bruising kiss as Mouse buried himself inside of you.

Jay broke away from your lips to move to your collarbone, marking where it wouldn’t be visible. “Hey pretty girl” Mouse spoke, catching your lips with his own. You moaned against his mouth when a rather hard snap of his hips made your eyes roll back slightly “Fuck Greg, don’t stop..please don’t stop”

You were begging, holding him close, nails digging in as your orgasm built. You were so damn close and they knew it because Jay slipped a hand between you, finding your clit easily and rubbing tight circles on it. You felt your building orgasm burst, your vision going soft as you screamed his name but Jay was still working at your clit. You clenched down hard again, the feeling pushing you into another orgasm and Mouse grunted your name before burying himself inside of you. 

He dropped his head to your chest, kissing where he could “I love you sweetheart” then cut his eyes at Jay “You’re an ass” That was why he kept on with your clit, to make you clamp down on Mouse. 

“I love you Greg” you whispered, pulling him into a kiss. He smiled and kissed your forehead then nose then lips before slowly pulling out of you, apologizing when you let out a low hiss.

Mouse stood to go clean up so Jay crawled up your body, kissing every inch of skin he could along the way until he got to your lips. He held up the condom wrapper in his hand “Do you feel like me princess?” you let your legs fall open and he praised “Such a good girl for us. Always taking care of us” 

You took the condom from him and rolled it down his hardened cock, keeping your eyes on him “Please” he lined himself up with your opening “I love you” he rolled his hips forward, burying himself inch by inch until your nails dug into his back,

His eyes fluttered shut “You always feel so fucking good” “So do you Jay.” you moaned, trying to make his hips with your own. He worked at your neck with his lips then moved up to kiss you roughly as he found a rhythm. “Like that?” he asked against your lips “Please” you begged and he chuckled “I got you”

You were so damn close, almost there when Mouse came back into the room. He stood next to the bed watching “Fuck her a little harder Jay. She needs that release” Jay cut his eyes at you in question so you nodded. He grinned “Fuck I love you” before tossing your legs up on hs shoulders, nearly folding you in half as he pounded into you.

When your orgasm hit you it felt like your entire body went weightless. Jay’s thrust started to get sloppy and you knew he was almost to that peak. You pulled him down to you “Please let me feel you come too?”

He groaned, snapping his hips against yours until he buried himself inside of you with one final thrust. His head went over onto your chest so you ran your fingers through his hair as you both worked to get your breathing back to normal “I love you princess” he groaned so you replied “I love you too Jay”

He pressed a kiss to your lips before slowly pulling out of you to dispose of the condom and to grab everyone a water.

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 Mouse slipped into bed next to you so you turned to curl up to his chest “I love you Greg. I was so worried I would lose you” he kissed the top of your head “It would take a lot more to keep me from you baby”

Jay came back and Mouse helped you sit up to drink something then after he and Jay drank something too all of you got comfortable. You curled up to Mouse’s chest and Jay curled up to your back. “I love you, both of you” you whispered. “We love you princess” Jay replied, pressing a kiss to your bare shoulder. “Always” Mouse promised. 

@desimarie12

[saragarnier]

Away from you

Pairing: jay halstead x reader

Summary: y/n doesn’t know where Jay truly is and she got worried

Warning: angst, slightly smut, cheating,

A/N: i will probably write a part 2, stay tuned!

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Next part

You and Jay had been together for three years and everything looked good, at least it was ‘till the end of the march. You didn’t know or understand why he changed his behavior when he was with you, especially since it all happened so quickly and unexpectedly that you just couldn’t understand what happened between you two. From one day, he just started to behave differently, coming home later and telling you that he was just too busy at work, doing some paperwork and getting his things ready for the next shift. He made it looked like he was just trying to impress Voight and for a moment you actually believed him.

You knew how much he wanted to become, one day, sergeant and to be on the lead of his own unit and you just wanted to support him in any ways you could; if he wanted to make a good impression in case of a new sergeant, you wouldn’t have stop him. Actually, it looked like Voight was having some issues lately, from how Jay talked about him after work anyway, and you really trusted him and believed him about his story.

Then, one evening, you decided to go talk with Kim, having some times together and trying to explain to her what you had in mind: Jay’s birthday was closer than you thought and you had to find a good gift for him.

“I need you to help me.” You said to Kim, smiling softly. “Jay’s birthday is in two weeks and i want to surprise him with a two-days holiday. I know that he spends a lot of time at the district doing his paperwork and trying to make a good impression in case of a promotion, but i really need your help. Can you please find a good reason to get him home earlier on Friday’s night?”

Kim was surprised by your statement, not because of the surprise you were preparing for him, but for what you said about him staying at the district till late.

“What do you mean that he spends a lot of time at the district to make a good impression? He always leaves before me, actually he arrives earlier to complete the paperwork he usually leaves at the end of the shift.”

You were confused, you were really confused. What did that mean? If he usually left the district early in the evening, why he came home every night after 11 pm, when you were already sleeping?

“Uhm… he usually doesn’t come home before 11 pm.” You whispered, looking at Kim while your mind raced through all the nights you waited for him to come back home, before falling asleep because of the tiredness of the day at work.

“Y/n, i swear to God that he usually leaves at 7 pm, 8 pm if we’re up to something ‘till late.” Kim said, looking sadly at you, while something you didn’t want to admit passed through her mind.

“But… it doesn’t make sense.” You replied, shaking your head slightly. “What does he do between 7 pm and 11 pm then?”

The girl just shook his head, looking ad you sadly and placing her hand on yours, trying to reassure you in some ways. “Maybe it’s not something you have to worry about, maybe it’s just some stuff he had to do or, maybe, it’s just a bad moment for him. I remember he was like this when he suffered from PTSD.”

You nodded, but it didn’t make sense anyway. You remembered when Jay suffered from PTSD because you were always by his side, you were always there for him and you followed him step after step, trying to help him find his way out of it. It couldn’t be PTSD that time, you would have noticed immediately.

He wasn’t distressed like he was when he suffered from it, he was actually really happy and he was usually calm when he came back home.

It could be PTSD, but what was it then?”

“Sorry Kim, i have to go.” You whispered, looking at your phone and finding out it was just 9:30 pm; you had still plenty of time before he could have been home and you wanted to find out what was happening with your boyfriend, actually with your future husband.

“Don’t worry darling, it’s okay.” Kim whispered, smiling at you. “We’ll see each other soon, okay? Maybe you can come at the district one day and we can talk a little? Also Adam and Kevin missed you, you know. With all the preparations of the wedding, we didn’t see you around in a while.”

“Yeah, when i’m not at work at the hospital, i’m around the city trying some white dresses.” You sighed, wearing your jacket and placing some money on the table, paying for your own drink.

“I can imagine that. Don’t worry, really. I hope to see you again soon.” She smiled softly at you.

“I hope that too. Bye Kim, goodnight.”

You left the bar just ten minutes after and you immediately called the one and only that could have tracked Jay’s phone without a word: Mouse.

When he came back from the army, for the second time, you knew that it would have been difficult for him to start a new life again, especially after the first time. Jay helped him and, after some weeks in which he tried to convince him every single day, Mouse accepted to come back at the intelligence as a tech. It wasn’t an easy decision for him and it was strange at first, but he knew he had no better option and working with his friend was something he missed a lot.

He picked up the phone after the second ring.

“Hi! Look who showed up!” He smiled and laughed. “I was actually asking myself when you would have called me to give me the official invite to your wedding, you know? I would have asked Jay, but he i’m pretty sure is not as much involved in the preparations as you are, so…”

“Mouse, i need your favor.” You told him straight away. “I can’t find Jay and I’m worried. Can you please track his phone and tell where he is? And, can you do that without anyone knowing it?”

It was a strange request, especially since it went from you, but Mouse got it immediately and he started to track Jay’s phone straight away. He was actually scared for his friend, he was scared that Jay got into real trouble, maybe with the ptsd or something liked that, but there was no time for questions. He tracked his phone and he gave her the address after only three minutes.

“Thank you, Mouse. Sorry if i interrupted your evening. I have to go now and, don’t worry, I’ll handle the invite in person, okay?” You said, getting inside the car while looking at the address Mouse gave to you. It could be true, why was he there?

“Don’t worry, no problem at all. I’ll leave you now, i guess you’re busy… just, tell me if anything happened to him, okay?” He replied, making sure that everything was okay, making sure that you would have called him in case of trouble.

“I will, thanks Mouse.”

When he hung up, you started the car and you drove to the location he sent you; why the hell was Jay at his old apartment? Didn’t he sell it?

When you arrived at the location, you parked the car and you got out as soon as you could, going up the stairs and reaching his door just few minutes after. Fortunately, you still knew where he used to hide the key and you went for it, opening the door as silently as you could. The first thing you noticed when you entered was the emptiness of the room: there was nothing there other than some furnishings and still you didn’t understand why Jay was there.

Then, you noticed it.

Then, you noticed them: heels and they weren’t yours.

Your mouth became dry and you stopped breathing properly, trying to find an explanation for what you were seeing. You took some steps forward and your eyes fell on the jeans and t-shirts that were on the floor, all the way up to what it was Jay’s bedroom before he moved out. You took the hallway, starting to hear voices, moans you didn’t want to hear, moans you just wanted to be from your neighbors, even if you knew that they were elderly and it couldn’t have been them. Just at the front of the door, you saw them: panties and Jay’s boxer.

Your brain stopped working, you stopped breathing and your heart almost stopped beating; you just couldn’t understand what was happing, you couldn’t believed it.

You zoned out, like you couldn’t have been there, like you were just in a dream, a bad dream, a really bad one, then you came back to reality when you actually saw and hear them.

“Oh, Jay.” She moaned, begging him. “Please, faster.”

Hailey.

Jay’s partner.

“God, Hails…” Your boyfriend moaned, lowering himself on her to kiss her breast while fucking her. “I… shit… you feel so good around me.”

“Oh, J-Jay!” She moaned louder, unaware of your presence on the frame of the door, where you were watching them, without breathing.

Jay took Hailey’s legs and he put it on his own shoulder, increasing the pace.

“Yes, cum around me, baby. Cum for me, i love you.”

Surprisingly. It wasn’t watching him fucking her that destroyed you: it was his last three words, the same three words he said to you every morning before going to work, the same three words he said to you on the phone when he was to busy at work to come home, even if he was actually heading to his old apartment, when he was able to fuck his partner whenever he wanted to.

You stepped back silently, to broken to face the truth, to heart broken to face him.

You stepped back and you left without saying a word, without make noise; you went back inside your car and only then, when Hailey’s and Jay’s moans were far away from you, you started breathing again.

Tears were streaming down your cheeks from minutes probably, but you couldn’t notice it before and you were to shocked to dry off your tears: you just wanted to add as many distance as you could between you and the man you thought was the love of your life.

You didn’t even went back to your apartment, you couldn’t have handle being again in the house that would have been yours,the house in which you hoped you would have started a family with Jay. You didn’t go back to your apartment to collect all your belongings, you just left.

You left a message to your boss’ office regarding your resignation and you drove away.

Away from Jay.

Away from your apartment.

Away from the life you dreamed of with him.

Away from the love.

Away from the pain.

Away from Chicago.

[escapingrealtiylovinginsanity]

Greg “Mouse” Gerwitz (ft platonic!Jay Halstead): Not The Pizza Guy 

You swung the door open money in hand and paused at the man in front of you. “You're not the pizza guy.” He was leaning on the doorframe, his jacket damp from the night rain. His face, which had been furrowed in worry, was now caught between shock and disbelief. Your eyes fall to the badge clipped on his hip. You had thought that knock was a little loud and on the cop side. A smile comes to your lips, “You must be Jay,” 

“Yeah, I must be.” He agreed. You nodded at him and gestured into the apartment.  

“Did you want to come in? Greg is just in the shower.” It is strange for Jay to hear Mouse’s legal name. It’s even stranger to see you standing in front of him, all smiles, dressed in one of Mouse’s Star Wars sweatshirts and little else. You don’t wait for him to answer as you head back in. Jay hesitated before following you in and closing the door behind him. The living room was empty. Jay barely sees your ponytail rounding the corner as you call out Mouse’s name.  

Jay feels out of sorts. He had come over because he had been worried about his friend. It seemed like Mouse was falling back into old bad habits. He was blowing off team outings, constantly distracted by his phone, and had seemingly been in his own world. Jay's first and only thought had been that his friend was struggling with PTSD. He had feared that Mouse may have been slipping back into his former drug use. He had come intent on doing an intervention if need be. He had been planning what he would say, the options he had found, and even prepared to move Mouse in with him if he needed the extra support.  

Now he wasn’t sure how to respond. 

Mouse rounds the corner in sweats, toweling off his hair. He had clearly been alerted to Jay’s arrival. He had the grace to look guilty. “Hey buddy,” You walked back in now sporting a pair of black leggings under Mouse’s hoodie. There is a moment of quiet before another knock sounds at the door again. 

“Now that’s got to be the pizza.” You turn on your heel walking between the boys to head for the door.  

“Baby, for the sake of my peace of mind, please check who it is before you open the door this time. This is Chicago, not your small town.” You look back at your boyfriend smiling contritely. 

“Yeah, right, sorry.” They watched you head to the door. There is a brief pause and then, “You're not a murderer, right? You’re just the pizza guy?” Mouse rubs his hands over his eyes before pinching the bridge of his nose.  

“Her lack of self-preservation is going to take years off my life.”  

Before Jay can ask Mouse anything, you come back into the room with the pizza and a stack of paper plates. You give one to Mouse and then offer another to Jay. Soon you are all sitting in the living room eating pizza and the ball game is on the TV. Jay can’t focus on it and instead spends his time analyzing you and his old war buddy. Jay watches as Mouse throws his arm across the back of the couch and you lean into his side. You place a napkin on his leg, and he smiles down at you. There is a lightness in his friend, a warmth, a happiness that Jay hasn’t seen in a long time. He feels ridiculous for being so off base with how his friend was doing. 

And so fucking grateful he was wrong. 

Jay lingered after everyone had finished the food. You offer to make a pot of coffee and the boys accept. Mouse watches as you disappear into the kitchen. “She seems like a nice girl.” Mouse’s lips form an unconscious smile. 

“She is.” 

“Why didn’t you just tell me man? I was worried about you.” Mouse rubs the back of his neck scratching gently. He lifts his eyes from where they had been trained on the floor. 

“I know, I’m sorry. It was selfish but I just wanted to keep her to myself for a while. She’s so innocent. Untouched by the dark side of humanity.” Jay can see the struggle in Mouse’s eyes. The self-doubt and question of if he was worthy of something good.

Someone good.

Jay had seen it many times looking back at him in the mirror. “Her parents are still together, from a small town- never even locked her front door before she moved to Chicago- can you believe that? And she just-” Mouse threw his hands up as if he was trying to get a grasp on his own good fortune, “She walked into a cafe and right into my life. Just like that. Just like that man. I can’t even believe it. She's not anything like what I would have picked for myself.” Mouse chuckles, “She is so technologically challenged, it’s insane. I thought you guys at the precinct were bad, but it is nothing compared to her. And I can’t help but find it strangely adorable.” 

Jay put a hand on Mouse’s shoulder, squeezing it. “I’m happy for you buddy, really, I am. You deserve it. But you can’t hide her away forever. And everybody is going to want to meet her.” 

“I know.”

You come in holding a cup of coffee in each hand and creamer, and sugar tucked under your arm. You offer the cups to both men. “I didn’t know how you took your coffee.” You say in explanation and Jay looks amused as he takes the sugar from your arm and pours some into his cup. 

“Thanks, sweetheart,” Mouse takes a drink of his already doctored-up coffee. He meets eyes with Jay before taking a deep breath. “Hey, the intelligence team is getting together at Molly’s tomorrow night...Do you want to go? Meet everyone.” You smile brightly pressing a kiss to Mouse's cheek. 

“I’d love to meet your family.”              

[thewannabewriter]

THAT WAS AMAZING 👏 🙌

I was wondering where you were going to go with that and it was absolutely brilliant. I don't have much else to say (adored the Mouse and Bex scene, of course he got distracted from meditation by birds and a squirrel, and of course Bex is struggling but doing everything she can to not show it. Even roping Kol into helping. And Connor and Will were sweet too. I love how telling Bex is a punishment/threat). I'm just going to go and repeat the cycle depicted above.

Also, I do love an obsessed phsyco 😈

Fine is a Four-Letter Word (Chapter Five)

Summary: This is Part Twenty-Two of my series A Herrmann/Halstead Production. It is an AU where Christopher Herrmann's mom had an affair with Pat Halstead resulting in a baby. The series follows this OC character (Rebecca "Bex" Herrmann) as she grows up and gets to know her brothers and the various Chicago teams. It is very much an AU, just to underscore that. It doesn't follow the same timeline and characters will follow different paths.

Click here for the Series Rundown where you can find the links to read all of the previous installments (which I highly recommend you do so that this one makes sense.)

Rating: Mature

Relationships: Christopher Herrmann & Original Female Character, Jay Halstead & Original Female Character, Will Halstead & Original Female Character, Jay Halstead & Will Halstead, Greg 'Mouse' Gerwitz/Original Female Character, Will Halstead/Connor Rhodes, Assorted OC Couples

Warnings: Injury Recovery, Trauma Recovery, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Protective Siblings, Family Feels, Team as Family, Kissing, Romance, Mild Sexual Content, Swearing

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Friday

*** 

Jay

Jay scrubbed a hand down his face as Dr. Fredericks patiently waited for him to, you know, actually talk.

“You know what happened,” he began, figuring she’d at least heard through the grapevine if not directly from a few of her other first-responder patients. “With my sister and my brother.”

“I do.” Dr. Fredericks nodded. “But that doesn’t mean I know how you experienced it. I’d rather hear it in your own words.”

Rubbing a hand over his mouth, he slumped back in his chair, trying to gather his words. Dr. Fredericks waited. Infuriatingly patient, as always.

He couldn’t—he didn’t want to revisit that day. Any of it. But he knew the drill by now—knew he had to if there was any hope of getting a handle on it. The only way out was through and all that shit. Jay took a breath and tried to centre himself.

Slowly, haltingly, he told her everything. Every horrifying minute. Listening to the attack. Thinking that Bex—that she was dead before he could even get to her. Emery. And then Will. How he can’t stop hearing or seeing any of it whether he’s awake or asleep. How he’s trying to keep it together for Bex—trying to keep Bex together while she’s slowly falling apart before his eyes. Pretending she’s fucking fine.

Like any of them are.

They talked through his feelings of ‘misplaced’ guilt—Jay didn’t know if it would be possible to ever fully rid himself of that—and his extremely justified anger at Ty.

“I just—I want him gone,” Jay snapped out. “I don’t want him to ever be able to touch my family ever again. I’m doing everything I can think of to make that happen, but none of it feels like enough.”

Dr. Fredericks tilted her head at him. “What have you been doing?”

“I can’t work the case, obviously,” Jay said, still aggravated about that. “But I remembered my dash cam was on and it caught the phone call with Bex so I’ve handed that over. You can hear Ty pretty friggin’ clearly on that so it should help the prosecutors.” Detective Medeiros kept reminding him how huge a help that actually was.

“Mouse and I have been staying with her so I know there’s always someone there,” he continued. “But—”

“…but?” she prompted.

“We both have to start back at work on Monday,” Jay sighed. “They’re letting us switch our shifts around so at least one of us will be there—most of the time anyway, but I—I don’t know how I’m going to do it.”

“Return to work?”

“Leave Bex,” he said, shaking his head. “I tried to go for groceries on Wednesday and I-I had a panic attack in the parking lot of her building about leaving her alone. And Mouse was still there! I mean—I did it. I went. We needed food, but it…it was hard.”

“That’s understandable after a trauma like you’ve had,” Dr. Fredericks said. “Have you talked to Bex about your fears?”

“I don’t…no, no, I haven’t.” Jay sat up and grabbed the glass of water she’d set out for him. Gave his hands something to do. “Our oldest brother, Chris—he already had a talk with her along those lines this week.” Thankfully Chris had filled him in later because Bex hadn’t said a word. “I don’t—I don’t want to pile my shit on top of all that. I know she knows I’m worried about her. I keep checking on her while she’s ‘sleeping’—”

“Why the air quotes,” Dr. Fredericks cut in.

“Because I’m pretty sure she’s faking it,” he said, heart sinking all over again at the thought. “She went from waking us up with screaming nightmares to total silence in the span of a day. That doesn’t happen. But she’s resting, at least, and that was a huge fight to win.” His lips twisted in a wry smile. “One battle at a time, right?”

“That’s—”

“I know.” Jay held up a hand. “Something I need to talk about with her eventually, but I’ve been in her place, Doc. Hurt and in pain and knowing that there’s nothing you can do to speed up the process. It’s—it’s shitty and sleeping with broken ribs is actually pretty hard. I want to give her a bit of space…on that front, anyway.”

“Okay.” Dr. Fredericks levelled a look at him across the coffee table. “If talking to Bex is off the table, for now, what else do you think can be done to help you feel more comfortable with returning to work.”

Aside from removing Ty Anderson from the face of the planet? Jay blew out a breath as he wracked his brain, running through all of their plans and back up plans and—

“I think…I think we might be doing everything we can? To keep Bex safe, I mean.” He bobbed a little nod. “Aside from rolling her up in bubble wrap or something.”

“Which wouldn’t be good for her ribs,” Dr. Fredericks pointed out with a small smile. Jay popped a finger gun at her. “Fair point.” He let out a little laugh before sighing and running a hand over his face. “Can you just…tell me it’ll get easier at some point?”

“How long have we been seeing each other, Jay?”

“Couple of years,” he said, not bothering with the actual math. “Off and on.”

“So,” Dr. Fredericks said, not giving him an inch. “What do you think the answer to that is?”

Not easier.

Not ever really with the way their lives went, but eased. With time and a hell of a lot of work.

They all had a long road ahead of them.

*** Bex

Bex watched the numbers on her phone turn over and silenced the alarm as soon as it went off. Kol snuffled as he wiggled closer beside her and licked at her chin. She gave him a little scratch behind his ear.

“Good boy, Kol,” she said. “You did a good job.”

He’d snuck into her room on Tuesday night as Mouse was leaving and snuggled in beside her. Bex wasn’t about to turn him away and around one a.m., she was extra happy for that decision when he nudged her awake right as a nightmare was headed toward screaming out loud territory.

She did not need another night of waking up Mouse and Jay and having them burst into her room thinking she was fighting off an attack. Again.

Kol got plenty of treats for his help and now three nights in, they’d managed to keep up their little system. He woke her up before the nightmares got too bad. Mouse and Jay got more sleep—mostly. Jay kept checking on her, but she was pretty sure he was sleeping in between checks. She was only managing to get a couple of hours a night, but it wasn’t like she was exerting herself much throughout the day anyway.

The nightmares would fade at some point. They had to.

In the meantime, Operation Stop Worrying Your Whole Family was under way.

“Okay,” Bex said, pushing Kol away gently. “Time to get up and face the day.” She was workshopping times for how early she could come out of her room and not have Mouse look at her with that tiny little frown line between his eyebrows, asking her if she got enough sleep.

Seven a.m. and eight a.m. were not it. Maybe eight-thirty would be the magic number.

Bex grit her teeth as she leveraged herself out of bed, ribs screaming at her. Most of her body was still one giant bruise and moving, standing, or sitting—everything friggin’ hurt.

Slowly, but surely, she made her way toward her door. Taking a deep breath—ow, OW, ow—Bex pasted a smile onto her face and headed out into the hallway…

Into a quiet apartment.

Hunh.

Will’s bedroom door was open with no Jay inside—right. He was going to therapy this morning. Bex hoped the empty room meant he was following through with that and actually made his appointment. She’d overheard enough whispered conversations between him and Mouse to know they were both still beating themselves over what happened. Like any of the blame fell on them.

She crept out into the living room, shuffling along while Kol pranced beside her. With a bark, he shot ahead, nosing at the balcony door and she finally spotted Mouse sitting out there cross-legged.

“Oh, hey!” He turned around at the noise, scrambling to his feet as soon as he saw her. Sliding open the screen door, he stepped inside, scanning her face with worried eyes. That stupid frown line starting to form. “Did you get—”

“Hey! Good morning to you too,” she said, dragging that smile back out. “What were you doing out there?”

“Ah. I, uh—” Mouse rubbed at the back of his neck. Blushing. Bex’s smile suddenly felt a lot less forced.

“Mouse…” she teased, stepping closer. “Spill.”

“I was trying out a meditation thing that Lucy keeps recommending to me,” he blurted out. “Like a quiet-the-mind-relaxation-thing—”

Because he was stressed. About her. About all of this.

“Did it help?” She mentally crossed her fingers, already planning to send Lucy cookies if it had. Even a little bit.

“Oh, I didn’t—I actually got distracted watching some birds chase a squirrel in the parking lot,” Mouse confessed with a little snort. “I think they were playing? I hope they were, otherwise those were some mean birds.”

Bex laughed, doing her best to stifle the groan that followed as she pressed a hand against her side. Mouse’s face fell instantly.

“Shit, I’m sorry.” He crowded into her space, hand hovering over hers, carefully not touching. “I shouldn’t make jokes. Are you okay—”

“I’m fine, I—I don’t want you to stop making jokes,” she said. “Ever, okay?” She stared at him until he met her eyes again. “Promise?”

Mouse held her gaze before sighing and dropping his forehead to press against hers. “Promise.”

“Good.” Bex moved forward to wrap her arms around him and snuggle into his chest. “Let’s try this again. Good morning.”

“Morning, Bex.” Gentle, gentle arms wrapped around her, holding her close. “How about I make you some breakfast?” Mouse asked hopefully.

Her stomach rolled at the thought and Bex hid her grimace into shirt. “Sure,” she said. “That sounds great.”

***

Connor

Will sighed as his care team left the room and Connor sat quietly beside him, holding his hand while they both absorbed the big news.

“Guess I can cancel the rescue squad,” Will said, cracking a grin despite the dark circles under his eyes.

Connor snorted. “Like Severide would bust you out of here and risk Bex coming down on him.”

“Hey—ugh.” Will’s face fell. “I almost made a joke about how now was the best time since she’s out of commission, but—”

“Too soon.” Connor shook his head and Will nodded solemnly.

“Way too soon,” he agreed. “Think she’ll be coming by today or should we call her with the good news? Oh, we gotta talk to Jay and Mouse about moving stuff around so I can have space to maneuver. Our apartment isn’t exactly wheelchair friendly.”

Dr. Allan was letting him take very short walks, but he had to be careful due to the severity and placement of his wound. He couldn’t stress his abdomen while it was still healing which meant lots of bed rest and using a wheelchair more often than not to get around. At least for the next few weeks.

And Will was right about his apartment. Seemed like it was time for the discussion Connor had been prepping for in his brain over the past few days.

“So,” he cleared his throat. “I wanted to talk to you about something.”

“Mm?” Will glanced at him before continuing to type out a list on his phone, head shooting back up when he registered the serious look on Connor’s face. “What’s up?”

“I think that it would be best if you came home with me instead of your apartment,” Connor said, squeezing Will’s hand gently when he instantly started to argue. “Just—wait, please. Hear me out.”

Huffing out a breath, Will sank back against his pillows, the fight draining out of him as quickly as it had flared up. “Tell me.”

“My place is bigger,” Connor began. “You’ll have more room so you won’t have to worry about bumping into anything.”

“At least if I bump into anything at my place, I’ll know it didn’t cost five grand a cushion,” Will snarked and Connor raised an eyebrow at him.

“What happened to hearing me out?”

Will mimed zipping his lips, making Connor laugh softly as he rolled his eyes.

“Better.” He leaned in and took Will’s hand again. “There’s a ramp to the building and the elevator is solid.” Will and Bex’s place had two steps to get in and Connor had a disconcerting lack of confidence in the elevator. “I’ve got a walk-in shower,’ he continued, trying to hit all of the highlights right off the bat. “It’ll be easy to make it accessible and you can’t deny that my mattress is way better than yours.”

Using his free hand to unzip his lips, Will said, “…I do love your mattress.”

Connor knew that would be a point in his favour.

“I know the biggest issue is that you want to be back with Bex,” he said and Will nodded. “But this would just be temporary and like you said, she’s trying to recover too. Jay and Mouse are there. They’ve got her covered. And I’m pretty sure they won’t be leaving anytime soon so five people trying to operate in your apartment is a recipe for disaster.”

“Five?” Will’s face scrunched up in confusion. Connor fought off the urge to sigh.

“Yes, babe, five,” he said. “You think I’m not going to be with you for every step of your recovery, no matter where you’re staying? I already talked to Goodwin about taking a leave.”

“Con…”

“Out of everything, that is the one thing that’s non-negotiable. I mean it.” Connor blinked back tears as his breath caught. “You don’t—you don’t know what it was like, Will. You got shot. Right in front of me—I was—you almost bled out in my arms. I thought you were going to die, that I was going to lose you and I couldn’t—” He swiped a hand over his cheeks, shaking his head. “It was the worst day of my life and I just…I don’t want to let you out of my sight for a little while, okay? Is that—will you let me do that? Please?”

Will opened his arms as Connor’s voice broke on those last words, letting Connor sink into them—carefully—and they held each other until Will whispered, “Okay.”

Connor sat back up, searching his face for any hint of doubt or reluctance, but he was smiling softly at Connor through teary eyes. “Are you sure?”

“You’re right about all of it,” Will said, chewing on his lip as he considered his next words. “Your space is a better set-up, but more importantly, I think it would be best for us to be together in that space. Mouse and Jay have Bex covered and we can still visit and like you said, it’s temporary. I’m not letting Jay steal Bex as a roomie now. He had his chance.”

Relief flooded through Connor as a week’s worth of tension just…disappeared. “That’s—thank you, babe.” He leaned in for a kiss. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet,” Will said, quirking an eyebrow at him. “I’m calling dibs ‘not it’ on telling Bex about this.”

Connor sat back in his chair with a thump.

Well.

Shit.

***

Jay

Jay walked out of the doctor’s office and blinked at the sight of Voight and Olinsky standing next to his truck. His heart dropped.

What now?

“What’s going on?” he called out as he jogged over. “What happened? Is—”

“Bex, Will, and Emery are all fine,” Voight said, cutting off his immediate worries. “There’s nothing wrong with your family or the team, but we do need to talk.”

“Not here,” Olinsky added.

They both looked grim and Jay had about a thousand questions, but all he asked was, “Where?”

Voight jerked a nod at his truck. “Follow us.” He stalked off toward his vehicle without another word, assuming Jay would follow as ordered. He’d promised Bex and Mouse he’d be back right after his appointment, but something was clearly going down and Jay didn’t want to be out of the loop. Whatever it was, it was serious enough for them to track him down at his therapist’s office.

He shuddered to think of how many privacy laws they’d violated to do that.

Jay got in his truck and followed them out of the lot, bracing himself for whatever shit was coming their way now.

***

Hank

Al was silent beside him as they drove toward one of the abandoned industrial yards that Hank preferred for meetings like this.

Silent and yet incredibly loud in his judgment.

“Spit it out,” Hank growled.

“Is this really the right way to play it?” Al sighed.

“I’m not going to risk someone else breaking the news,” he shot back. “We need to catch him off-guard. See his face.”

“You don’t actually think he had anything to do with it.” Al turned and Hank could see him staring at him out of the corner of his eye.

“I hope not,” Hank said slowly. “But I also know we’re all capable of almost anything when someone threatens our family. And I think I have to see his face to know for sure.”

They rolled along the cracked pavement of the empty warehouse yard with Halstead pulling in close behind. He slammed the door of his truck as he got out, striding over to stand with vibrating impatience as he waited for them to join him.

“What the hell is this about?”

Hank waited until he was right in front of him. Eye to eye. “Ty Anderson is dead.”

Halstead blinked, unmistakable shock crossing his face. Unfiltered.

Good.

“What the—when? How?”

“Stabbed,” Al piped up. “Tuesday night. They did an internal investigation that came up as ‘fucked around and found out.’ Which tracks.” He shrugged. “Detective Medeiros only found out about it last night and came knocking on our door this morning.”

“She said he was found in section of the prison where the cameras were on the fritz,” Hank said, still watching Halstead carefully. “Nobody saw anything. Nobody heard anything. He bled out before he was found.” He waited a beat. “She wanted to know if we’d heard anything.”

Halstead narrowed his gaze. “Asked me what you dragged me out here to ask me.”

“We just want to know if anybody’s gonna hear something,” Hank said, crossing his arms as he stared right back. “Better to do clean up now than be caught with our pants down later.”

Closing his eyes, Halstead shook his head as he took a deep breath. “What?” he demanded, shooting a glare at both of them. “You think I had something to do with this? Ordered a hit?”

Hank shrugged. “Wouldn’t blame you.”

“If I was going to kill him,” Halstead snarled, jabbing a finger at him. “I would have done it that day. At Emery’s. He’s fucking lucky Hailey was there to stop me.” He shook his head and let out a harsh breath. “No,” he said, a little bit more even this time. “I wouldn’t—I didn’t have anything to do with it…but I hope whoever did? Made it hurt.”

The crime scene photos flashed through Hank’s mind. “You got your wish there, kid.”

Halstead went quiet for a moment. Calculating. “…was it you?”

The thought had crossed his mind. Briefly, hours later in the aftermath, when he’d met the sunrise in his kitchen with a bottle of scotch at his side. He knew enough people, had enough money, and was owed enough favours to make it happen.

But Al had shown up, tugged the bottle out of his hand and halted his silent plans with a quiet word. She wouldn’t want that. Don’t put it on her.

“No,” Hank said, meeting Halstead with a steady look of his own. “None of us.”

Halstead nodded, relaxing minutely before flinging out a hand. “Then who?”

“Guy like Ty,” Al said. “The possibilities are endless.”

***

Statesville Correctional Center

Peters

Nathaniel Peters had worked at Statesville for the better part of twenty years and has crossed paths with all kinds of inmates. Mean ones, innocent ones, friendly, scared, pissed off…

All kinds.

But only one had ever truly unnerved him.

Robert Forrest. Or Ramsay as he was better known as. His crimes of record were hacking and embezzlement, but the cops and the feds and the rest of the suits had no idea who they were really dealing with. The other criminals did though and Peters had heard all of those rumours. Witnessed enough violent outbursts to believe them.

Most of the more violent residents at Statesville had a kind of anger that Peters could understand. A rage that burned hot and fast, leaving a path of destruction before flaming out. It passed.

Ramsay. He was nothing but rage. A constant fire that burned cold. Controlled. He wielded his anger like a knife and there was no running once he had you in his sights. The hunt was all part of the game for him. It didn’t matter if he did the killing or if he paid one of his many pawns. As long as there was blood in the end, he was happy.

Peters was very invested in keeping Ramsay happy.

The guard before him had already up and ‘quit’ abruptly. Ramsay paid the warden well enough that he had the run of the place. The way Peters saw it, he might as well play nice and earn his extra money while he could. Stay on Ramsay’s good side…such as it was.

As soon as he had enough for that little fishing hut down in Florida, he was out of here.

In the meantime, he’d be the best damn pawn in Ramsay’s arsenal.

Knocking on the door of Ramsay’s cell, he waited for permission before sliding open the window. “Some detective’s asking questions,” Peters said. “But the warden has it handled.”

“And Mitchell?”

“Says thank you for the bonus,” Peters said, holding back a snort. The other guard jumped on the job as soon as it was offered. Didn’t hurt that he’d been itching to deal with Anderson since day one. “He’s waiting until the questions die down before taking his early retirement. Everything’s holding up so far. Nothing to tie back to him.” Ramsay hummed, pleased. “I do appreciate tidy work.” There was a pause before his face suddenly appeared in the window, taking everything Peters had not to flinch.

“Do you think she’ll be pleased?” Ramsay asked, eyes wide and unsettlingly earnest.

“Who—”

“My songbird, you idiot,” Ramsay hissed. “My Bex. Do you think she’ll like her gift?”

“Y-yeah,” Peters managed to get out. “I think she’ll be real grateful.”

Ramsay backed away from the door with another little hum. “Good. Maybe I should send her some more flowers. To help her recuperate.”

“I’ll get right on that,” Peters said as he slid the window closed. He shuddered as he walked back down the hall. He might be a coward and a pawn…

But at least he wasn’t Ramsay’s girl.

***

  Jay

Grateful felt like the wrong word when someone had been murdered—even someone like Ty—but Jay wouldn’t lie and say he wasn’t relieved.

Ty was gone.

He could never touch his family ever again.

For the first time in a week, Jay felt like he could actually breathe.

“What now?” he asked Voight.

“Detective Medeiros gave us permission to let the most important people know so that’s where we’re headed next,” Voight said, jerking his chin at Jay. “We were going to hit 51, Med, and then your place. Coming with?”

“Yeah,” Jay nodded. “Definitely.” He needed to be there for this. To let Emery, Will, and Bex know they were safe.

No matter how it happened, that part he truly was grateful for.

Click here to read Fine is a Four-Letter Word on ao3 [A/N - please do click over to read on ao3 because there are some important notes at the end of the chapter to read]:

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[accidental-spice]

*insert caption about how much I love Mouse Gerwitz here*

[notsosecret-aceflux-badgebunny]

Im bored, so I'm sharing my charecter ratings from various fandoms. Enjoy my nonsense ig?! Lol

Part 7

Chicago PD

Chicago PD:

1)Jay Halstead

2)Kim

3)Mouse

4)Platt

5)Roman

6)Atwater

7)Olinksky

8)Nadia

9)Ruzek

10)Hailey

-100000) Voight (suprise, suprise 🙄😉)

OTP: Jay Halstead/Greg "Mouse" Gerwitz. (They had more chemistry together than Jay and Erin 🤷‍♀️)

Favorite Duo: Kim and Kevin

Originally Hated: Trudy Platt

Favorite Chaos Goblin: Jay Halstead

Charecter(s) I relate to the most: Nadia and Mouse

[gregorygerwitz]

Mouse: Ranger, I swear to heck.

Jay: You… swear to heck? Who are you and what have you done to Mouse?

Mouse: I’m still in work mode. I’m censoring myself.

Jay: It’s 10 o’clock at night.

Mouse:

Jay: You can say ‘fuck’.

[bullet-prooflove]

Some asshole broke me in Wrecked all my innocence

Mouse knows that something happened to you when you were a teenager, he knows because you don’t talk about that period of time. Whenever you discuss your past it always starts in your early twenties, just after college. Anything before that, it doesn’t exist.

The whole story, it comes spilling out one night in the aftermath of a panic attack. They’ve been getting worse lately, along with the insomnia and the flashbacks.

“My first time…” You tell him. “It wasn’t with just one person, there was a party…”

You don’t have to say anything else. He gets it.

You don’t tell him the identities of the men that hurt. By the time he discovers them it’s too late to do anything about it. He goes searching through the system, finds a police report was filed but nothing ever came of it. You were from a small town…

It sickens him that you never got justice, that these men get to live their lives while you’ve forfeited yours.

He starts to fuck their shit up. He steals their identities, drains their accounts, learns their secrets…

All those sordid pictures they’ve swapped, the emails they’ve been sending, he puts them on blast. He holds them accountable, to their families, their friends, their workplaces because these men, they didn’t stop with you. It’s carried on for years after.

He wreaks havoc on their lives, he destroys them.

And when they’re nothing, when their living in shitty little bedsits because they have no jobs, their wives divorced them and their families won’t speak to them he posts a funeral card through their doors so they know why this happened, so that they know that they killed you so now he’s killing them.

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[chaotic-noceur]

OOPS

summary: university AU where Greg is a coding genius and reader is decidedly NOT cut out for coding, but stuck in a coding class. Greg helps out where he can. Frustration and fluff ensues.

pairing: Greg 'Mouse' Gerwitz x Reader

warnings: sitting on the floor, Princess as a pet name, not proof read

authors note: listen, i'm just trying to not have a break down over this stupid coding assignment and I just want Greg to come tell me it's gonna be okay and walk me through it T_T

When you'd first told him about the programming course you were taking (a course he'd taken a couple semesters ago), he'd gone ahead and dug out the little notes that he had taken for the course. Unfortunately for you, he was more of a learn-by-doing guy than a notetaking guy. He'd offered to help you whenever you needed it though. So here he was, sitting on your living room floor as you worked away on your assignment while he listened to a podcast for his research.

He's spinning his stylus in one hand, as he fidgets with the string of his hoodie with the other. Greg slides his headphones off as the rapid clicking of the backspace key catches his attention. He raises an eyebrow at you in question as you turn to meet his gaze.

"The instructions don't make sense. My code won't compile. The error message isn't helpful." You bury your head into your hands. "I don't know what I'm doing," you mumble into your hands.

Greg chuckles lightly and you pick your head up as he shifts his iPad across the table to make space for your laptop. He slings his arm across your shoulder as he asks, "what are you working on?"

"If I knew the answer to that, my day would be going a lot better." He cracks one of his lopsided smiles at your response before turning his attention to the open files on your screen. He takes a few minutes to skim through the assignment instructions before scrolling through your coding file.

"Alright. I'll be your rubber duck," he offers., turning slightly to face you again. "Walk me through what you understand and what you're trying to do." He feels you tense against his arm and he tags on a gentle "hey, it'll be alright. We'll take it one line at a time. You don't have to be right, we'll figure it out together. Okay?" There's still a hint of uncertainty in your eyes, but you nod your head regardless.

The next few hours are spent with him bouncing between browsing papers for his research and talking through your assignment. By the time you finally call it quits for the night, he'd switched out his reading material from research papers to the book he'd borrowed from his professor a few days ago, 'just for fun'.

"I hate it," you mumble as you stare up at your ceiling. You're laying with your head in Greg's lap. He's drawing shapes along your arm absentmindedly as he reads.

"I know," he replies sympathetically, attention still on the book in his other hand.

After a period of silence, he glances down to check if you're asleep when you whisper out a "I'm sorry..."

"Why are you apologising?" You shrug as you sit up, busying yourself with fluffing your pillow. Greg puts his book down. "What's the matter?"

"It's silly..." he turns to face you fully so you know that you have his undivided attention; and that he wasn't going to drop this. You inhale deeply. "I just hate that I hate it, y'know? That it doesn't click with me the same way it clicks for you. I just wish I could enjoy it as much as you do. But all it does is make me feel like an idiot..." And Greg feels his heart break a little at your admission.

You hadn't taken this class because of him, he knows that. You'd taken it because you had to, per faculty requirements. And he'd be lying if he said there wasn't a part of him that wanted you to find joy in coding. But he also understands that it's not for everyone.

"Listen to me," he cups your cheek to bring your eyes to meet his. "Writing code isn't meant for everyone. It's okay that it isn't meant for you. I'm not gonna love you any less just because it took you 10 tries to get your return function to work." He cracks a smile so you know he's just teasing and you pull a face. He chuckles before continuing, shifting closer to you in the process. "Just because coding isn't your strong suit, doesn't mean you aren't the smartest person I know. I loved you before I signed up to be your rubber duck, and I'll continue loving you after, for as long as you'll have me."

"You promise?"

"I promise, Princess." He kisses your forehead and lingers there for a moment, throwing his arms around you when he feels you sink into him. You stay like that for a while, cherishing the small moments of calm in the midst of the academic chaos.

"Hey, Greg?" He hums in acknowledgement. "I love you too."

[witchygagirl]

@desimarie12 ok NOW I'm done...for a little while 👀

[witchygagirlwrites]

Greg "Mouse" Gerwitz x Reader x Jay Halstead (Gerstead x Reader)

Greg "Mouse" Gerwitz x Reader

Jay Halstead x Reader

Kelly Severide x Reader

Kevin Atwater x Reader

Antonio Dawson x Reader

Adam Ruzek x Reader

Hailey Upton x Reader

Multi-Character x Reader Headcanons

Hank Voight x Reader

Gabby Dawson x Reader

Connor Rhodes x Reader

Matt Casey x Reader x Kelly Severide (Sevasey x Reader)

Connor Rhodes x Reader x Will Halstead (Rhodestead x Reader)

Will Halstead x Reader

Joe Cruz x Reader

Stella Kidd x Reader

Erin Lindsay x Reader

Leslie Shay x Reader

Matt Casey x Reader

Kim Burgess x Reader

[chicago-pd-is-weird]

Writing Masterlist

Chicago PD Oneshots: HERE

Beyond the Badges: HERE

Hank Voight and the Crackhead Detective: HERE

Hank Voight and the Caffeine-Crazed Cop: HERE

The Three Shits Whump Challenge: HERE

The Three Shits: Fluff Week: HERE

12 Days of Whumpmas 2024-2025: HERE

Colder Weather: HERE

Nobody You Know Will Understand: HERE (with @kamryn1963)

Chicago Fire Oneshots: HERE